He looked around his place, simple neat. You could tell a single guy lived in the place. No feminine touches anywhere, but it was comfortable. He had spent more time here in the last month, than the entire time he had lived in Vegas. It had started to rain, and rare for this time of year, really pour. He hoped she wouldn't get soaked. This was crazy he hadn't had a woman making him this crazy in a long time. Not since Catherine had started at the lab. She was something, but she had been married to that scumbag Eddie.

What was it about Holly, he had slept with women before that didn't move him the way she had. They had very little in common, but that hungry way she looked at him turned him on. She was smart,sexy and rich and she apparently wanted him.

As she drove over she wondered what she was doing. She should never have answered the phone. What did they owe each other. One afternoon in bed didn't entitle him to make her feel this way. She knew what it was, he had guessed. She hadn't slept with a man since her divorce from Blake. Five years. That's why she was driving in this rain to see him. She had slept with three men in her life. The first died, the second had divorced her and now Jim Brass. Jim Brass was not intimidated by her like other men. Most men she encountered were usually at her mercy on an OR table. She had no idea how beautiful she was and how intimidating that was for most men. The men she met at work and dated just didn't do it for her. Jim had made her feel attractive and sexy. She had grown up with men that knew who they were, what they wanted and took it. Jim had done that in the elevator and that is why she was driving in the rain.

The knock on the door surprised him. He thought it would take her longer to get to his place. He opened the door.

"You didn't have a problem with my directions, I see" he said

"No, very precise." she stepped in and handed him her coat and umbrella. She took in the room.

He looked at her, she always looked, he need the right word… classy. Expensive. Catherine was sexy, but Holly looked like class, even when she only had on the jean and tank top that afternoon. Tonight she was wearing a cream sweater and gray pants.

They stood in silence, neither one knowing how to start.

"I almost didn't answer the phone." she said her accent thick.

"I figured."

"I am going to tell you everything I know. Can we do that here or should I have a lawyer or something?"

"I don't want to know about your brother, I did some checking, I don't think you have anything to do with him or his involvement with the case." as he spoke her eyes narrowed.

"You did some checking? You don't think I am involved, well, how gallant of you." she was getting angry, she had expected an apology for the way he had treated her in the office.

"It's what I do. You patched me up and I checked you out, but I need to know something?" he liked it that he was making her mad.

"Maybe this wasn't a good idea." she rose to leave, he caught her arm.

"Look, I know about Davis, I know it's the reason you came out here. On the surface, me and you we don't make sense. Look at us. We're from different worlds, but we both got shafted when it came to our families. You lost a son, I lost a daughter for all practical purposes. We're both in Vegas to escape a mess we didn't make and couldn't clean up at home." he saw her eyes soften.

"That's what did it for me. When I was checking on you in the hospital and Ellie was in the room. She was ready to leave. She looked at you the way Blake looked at me the last time I saw him and you looked like I felt. I knew you would understand. Hollis found her, you know, and had her flown out here." this surprised him and he filed it away for later.

"What did you do to her to make her hate you?" she demanded.

"Her mother and I had a bad marriage. I was really married to my job. I was the only cop willing to clean up the messes make by other cops. I worked to much and came home to little. She had an affair and nine months later Ellie was born. Ellie doesn't know. I've never thought of her as anything other than mine. I took the blame for the divorce. I moved out here, it's easy to start over out here. She hates me for the garbage her mother has put in her head. I left her with a lot of memories a kid shouldn't have to carry." he was so quite when he spoke she had to move closer to hear his words.

"Hollis suggested I come to Las Vegas. He said no one would know or care about my past or my family. I guess you know?" she asked. He looked puzzled.

"I found out a lot about you." he stated's

"Maybe it would be easier if you told me what you know and I fill in the details." she suggested.

"Your son died and your husband divorced you around the time you came our here." he prompted

"That's part of it. Do you know about the money?"

"Your mothers family?'

"Yes, Oil money, lots and lots." she watched his reaction, pleased when she saw none. He had recovered from the shock of reading that she was worth a fortune hours ago.

"Tell me about Davis." he urged.

"I had a happy life with Blake, a good life. We had Davis and life was perfect. Blake and Davis took the jeep out one day and Blake let Davis stand up in the passenger seat. Davis was four. They hit a log and Davis was thrown from the jeep. I was in surgery. My chief didn't feel it was necessary to interrupt the surgery to tell me, Davis had been brought into the ER. Blake was wild. By the time I got to Davis, he was on life support. I read all the reports, he was brain dead when he got to the hospital. I signed for organ donation. Blake told everyone I could have saved Davis. He blamed me for his death. Hebelieved that I didn't want to leave surgery. He divorced me. He knows he is the reason Davis died. I guess blaming me is the only way for him to cope. I saw him the last time I was home and he looked at me the way Ellie looked at you." she had begun to cry. "Jim, Ellie is alive you still have a chance with her."

"I don't know what I would do if something happened to her, how did you do it?"

"I work. I moved out here. Out here every thing doesn't remind me." she looked up him.

He kissed her first softly, she responded harder. She pushed him off and peeled the cream sweater off, glad she had worn one of her nice bras. He began to kiss her neck and shoulders . He took her bra off in one swift motion. They moved on his couch, struggling with shirts, his and pants theirs. He registered at little shock that she had not worn panties.

"I think we're a little old to be making out on a couch, do you have a bed?" she asked. He got up and led her to the bedroom, this time she left the lights on.

He liked the rain. He knew what to do now. God had sent him a message with the rain. He would kill the one that had thwarted hid plans. He would kill the woman.