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: Sorry it took so long, but I have had great response on one of my other stories (go check out Breath of Life). I will continue with this I promise! It's all Thought's fault!

The Ultimate NBC Crossover

"Welcome to Las Vegas!" Sam Marques said in the same perky voice. "My name is Sam Marques, and I'll be your entertainment co-ordinator. If you need anything at all, please don't hesitate to call me."

"Maybe I should take lessons from her," Eva turned to Miles, whispering.

Dr. Stephan Conner and his 'crew' followed her inside the building, listening intently to her obviously memorized speech. Suddenly a man pushed past them, running quickly from the two men chasing him. The two men jumped on him, taking him to the ground at the feet of the doctors.

Miles turned back towards Eva, "Maybe you should take lessons from them!"

"I'm so sorry! Are any of you hurt?" Sam asked, while shooting glares at the two surveillance specialists.

"We're all quite alright," Dr Natalie Durant answered, "Thank you for your concern, but its nothing we haven't seen before."

"When I was a cop, I once saw a cop slam a suspects head against a brick wall, then let him fall against the hood of the car," Frank added.

Sam was still apologizing when they got onto the elevator. The doors opened a few moments later, revealing a hallway full of rooms.

"There are two rooms available up here for your use. I'll leave you to decide who gets which rooms and let you settle in. If there is anything you need, don't hesitate to call for me." Sam said, getting back into the now empty elevator.

"Well Dr. Durant and I will take this room. You guys can duke it out over who gets to sleep on the floor in your room," Eva giggled, as she and Natalie pulled their suitcases into their room. As soon as the door shut, the 'men' started to argue.

"Well, new guy sleeps on the floor," Frank said.

"What? That's not far!' Dr. Miles McCabe disputed, "The new guy always has to do stuff. The new guy has to get the coffee; the new guy has to drive the junk car! Why is it always the new guy?" They continued to chatter as they shut the door.

Author's Note: Sorry if it isn't as good as the first copy. I'm really trying, I promise.