Summary: Same old thing! Medical Convention in Las Vegas, something happens, our favourite characters are thrown into it. ER, Crossing Jordan, Medical Investigation, Las Vegas!

Disclaimer: I own none of it, except any characters you don't recognize!

Author's Note: Last time I forgot to say 'This is all Thought's' fault'. This is all Thoought's fault.

The Ultimate NBC Crossover

"Welcome to Las…" Sam's monologue was cut of by the raven haired Bostonian entering the casino.

"Yeah, yeah, Sam. We get the picture," the women said.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't Jordan. So nice to see you again. Did you bring Woody with you?" Sam replied, wondering if she would have to babysit the luckless detective again?

"No, Boston PD wouldn't let him come back!" a voice from behind Jordan answered.

"Oh yeah, Sam you remember Nigel, Bug, Dr. Macy. They were all pulling for you in Boston. They were convinced it was you."

"Great! Well, Jordan, you've been here before, so why don't you find your rooms yourself."

"Don't mind if I do!" Jordan said, leading the others into the casino. It wasn't long before they ran into someone else they knew.

"Jordan?" a tall, handsome man ran up to the party.

"Hey Danny!"

"What are you doing here? Did I 'comite' another murder?" Danny McCoy asked, hoping that yes wouldn't be the answer.

"No, no, just a medical convention," Jordan answered. She continued to walk towards the elevators.

"Do you want to meet for drinks later, at Mystic?" He was starting to think his feelings for Jordan may be greater then those for Mary.

"Sure, why not? How about seven?"

"That would be great! Well I go to run! Bye!" He turned away as the elevator door shut. Jordan had no idea where her drink might end.

Author's Note: It's not quite the same, but similar. I hope you like it, or at least realise it is a try to recreate what I had before.