Rumble in the Montecito

Summary: Where does Jesse go for vacation? Las Vegas of course, where he is a high roller at the Montecito resort and Casino. But an unexpected visitor makes Jesse's long awaited vacation into a nightmare.

A/N: I am sorry that it has been forever since my last post. My house got robbed and my monitor was taken. But luckly they didn't take my computer. But yeah its hard to type stuff up with out an monitor. lol. And with all this packing and stuff the story has slipped my mind. But here is a nice chapter. The action begins.

Jesse on the other hand headed to the bar, he needed a stiff drink. Why did his dad have to walk into his life once more, on his vacation? Why can't he have on e week with out Mutant X, with out the Dominion, and with out his family? All he wanted was one week to live a normal life is that so hard to ask? He just had his second shot, when Noah sat next to him.

"Go away." Jesse said with much anger

"I need your help."

"Bull Shit! The last time you said that, you were making deals with my mortal enemy. And telling me you need my help only to use me to make you richer."

"But this time I really do need your help, Jesse. IF I don't pay a guy by the end of the week, I'm a dead man."

Jesse just took another shot before he got up. He told the bartender to put it on his bill. Then he took out one dollar from his wallet and placed it in front of Noah. "Here try your luck at one of the tables. Now leave me the hell alone." With that Jesse left the bar. Ed just watched the whole thing from the Surveillance monitor. He couldn't hear the conversation but by Jesse's actions he knew it wasn't good. He feared for the younger man, he knew he had to talk to him.

Noah picked up his phone and dialed the number that was on a little piece of paper that he pulled out of his wallet.

"It's me, I can get you your money - but there is a problem."

"Problem or not, you still have the end of the week-"

"I know but I need your help to get it for me."

"That will cost another five hundred dollars."

"Deal. His name is Jesse Kilmartin; he is a whale staying at the Montecito. He has your money."

"We will deal with him then." He closed the phone; this was the only way he could get this guy off his back.


"Danny."

"What's up Mary?"

"I'm worried about Jesse."

"Why what's the matter?"

"His dad came up to him when we were talking, and Jesse was so mad and couldn't get away fast enough."

"Ed told me that they had a huge falling out. And Jesse refuses to have anything to do with him."

"Well I'm worried about him Danny."

"I know you are. Hey I have to go back to surveillance."

"Okay."


Jesse walked over to one of the many card. He had to gamble, he had to do something to get his mind off his father. He just sat down at any table.

"Hey Jesse, come to play a little 21?" Nessa said as she walked over to the dealer's spot.

"Sure, marker for 10,000."

"Are you okay?" She asked with her strong English accent as she dealt the cards.

"Not really."

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"No. . . So how have you been doing?" Jesse said changing the subject.

"I'm doing good. We've missed you."

"Yeah, work got into the way."

"Well I'm glad that you are back."

"Its good to be back." They played in silence only talking about miner things. But Jesse's mind wasn't on the game and Nessa noticed that something was really eating at him, but she kept quite. "Wow I'm doing really badly. I'm going to stop before the Montecito gets all my money." Jesse said with a smile, trying to act like nothing was up."

"I'll see you later than."

"Hey how about we have lunch tomorrow - you know catch up on things."

"I'd like that, I have my lunch break at noon."

"I'll see you at noon then. See ya Ness."

"Bye Jesse."


Jesse was waking down the hall, heading back to his room. It had been one hell of a day. He ran his hand through his hair as he got closer to his room. But he suddenly got the strange feeling that he was being followed. He was about to open his door, when he quickly dodged a fist that was coming towards his head. He twisted around and sent a fist into his attackers' kidney. But as the guy doubled back in pain, a foot hit Jesse square in the face. Before he knew it there were four guys around him. Jesse could get some good punches in every now and then, but being some what intoxicated and caught unaware, the attackers had the upper hand.

"We got a fight." Mitch announced.

"Where?" Ed immediately asked as he came behind him.

"On floor 25, in front of the suites."

"Call Danny." Ed said as he and a couple of security men followed him to the elevators.

Danny and his guys were the first to arrive to the scene. But as they turned the corner, the four guys made a break for the nearest exit.

"Catch them!" Danny ordered the guards. "They are heading east to the back stairway." He announced though the Nextel system as he ran up to Jesse, who was leaning against the wall.

"You okay?"

"Yeah I'm fine."

"We need to get you to medical." Danny said referring to the bleeding lip, a bloody bruise that was already forming by the side of his right eye, and other cuts and scraps.

"No it's okay, it's not that bad."

"You should sit down." Danny helped Jesse to his room and leaded him to the end of the bed. Once Jesse sat down Ed came walking in.

"Are you okay?" Ed immediately asked.

"Yeah..."

"Here." Danny gave Jesse and Ice pack.

"Thanks."

"Do you have any idea who could be behind this?" Ed asked as he sat across from Jesse.

"No idea, but they weren't holding back any punches."

"Well trust me on this, we will find out who is behind this."

"Thank you Ed."

"But I'm sending you down to our medical to get you cleaned up."

"Ed that's okay I'm -"

"Danny escort Mr. Kilmartian down to Medical, then you meet me in surveillance." Ed said in a stern voice as he got up and left the two.

"Well you heard the man."

"Dose he ever not get his way?"

"Nope."


A/N: Okay I don't know when I will be able put up the next chapter. It will propbely sometime in September. Once I get moved in my new home in Washingtion. But please don't let that stop the reviews.