A/N: I'm terribly sorry for such a long delay. I've had mounds of homework and a huge writer's block (I've only been updating my Charmed fic because I had a creative surge a few weeks ago and pre-wrote about five chapters of it). Anyway, I hope you all enjoy this chapter. This is a play on, "Vive Las Vegas".

Obulet-dragon-Fury: Aw, I'm glad you think so. I know I took a little risk with the Emma/Adam thing, because there aren't too many of those fans out there. But nevertheless, thanks for giving it a chance!

Cassie: Oh, I'm sorry I didn't get this up earlier for you. Are you any better?

Tunder28: lol Right now.

Prince Halliwell: Aww, don'tcha just love that kid? Thanks for reviewing!

bohemianbabe: Really? Knowing that really gives me an enthusiastic boost!

Mony19: Actually, I'm hoping that Bailey might be able to soften Lexa's outer shell. But I guess we'll have to wait and see.

EternalFireAngel: Thanks for the encouragement. :)

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Freckles-101: I know exactly what you mean! I love stories with both Lexa and Emma! I wish they could've met on the show!

Whirlwind-2005: Yep, Adam's lil' baby girl! I just adore the Emma/Adam pairing, it's the only thing that really fits. Thanks for taking a moment to review (three times, lol). It means a lot and I hope you enjoy this chapter just as much!

4.07 Vive Lex Vegas

Lexa stared blankly at the keyboard in front of her. It'd been a week and they still hadn't had contact with their feral Mutant X member. Emma had even gone to the point of trying to track her telepathically and all she'd received was a crackling sound and small painful cries in the background, similar to when a radio is caught between two stations and you pick up static as well as bits and pieces of two different stations. She glanced over at her swollen ankle, which was resting on a large white pillow. The brunette hated to feel left out. She preferred to be in charge and what was worse, was that Emma was taking charge. She raked a hand through her wavy, mocha locks. Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted another screen pop up. 'You have mail!' Lexa maneuvered the mouse over the screen, clicking on her mail box. She gaped for a moment, before clicking on the new e-mail and reading its contents.

During Lexa's moment of distraction, Bailey had crawled into the room with a curious look upon her angelic face. On all fours, she made her way over to the bed and tugged at the edge of the comforter as she'd done every day since Lexa had hurt her ankle. She liked to see Lexa's funny reactions to her being there and sometimes Lexa would even disappear. "Boo!"

Lexa whipped her head around, having not yet finished the mystery e-mail. "Bailey! No, shoo!" She flicked her wrist towards the door, but to her dismay, the baby telekinetic refused to budge. "I don't have time to mess with you, kid!"

Bailey protruded a fat, pink lip and fluttered her eyes. "Boo?" Again, she tugged at the bed, pulling herself up next to it.

Lexa stared distantly at the child and then whipped her head back to the screen, looking over more of her e-mail. Her eyes narrowed as she turned back to Bailey. "Bailey," she questioned, "would you like to help me find Shalimar?"

Bailey rubbed her nose and tugged at the comforter again.

Lexa leaned as far back as she could, whipping out her arms and grabbing at the tot.

Bailey giggled and grasped Lexa's awaiting hands, allowing the elemental to pull her onto the bed.

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Wisps of thick, fowl smelling tobacco smoke permeated the air, mixing with the already lingering body orders and a massive array of booze. The thumping of hard rock slammed the eardrums of the room's occupants. Several grimy, wooden tables dotted the room, each encircled with burly leather clad bikers and several rounds of frothy golden beer. A large bar stretching from one end of the room to the other, made entirely of dark wood and covered with rings from bottles which hadn't been left on coasters. A small, white T.V. flickered above the bar, where a newcaster rambled about something which everyone had known about the night before. "Two beers," the bartender drawled, sending two beers flying down the line.

Suddenly the front door swung open, leavinga resounding smack as it hit the wall, revealing a gorgeous blonde. She narrowed her coffee eyes, clearing intent on finding someone. Her two inch heels against the stone floor were reminiscent of water against ice. A tight, navy blue skirt tugged at the curvature of her waist and a small white tube top adorned her upper body. She clicked over to the center of the bar, snatching the center seat, and propping her elbows onto the counter before her. Shalimar Fox clicked her fingers. "Hey buddy, over here!"

The bloodshot bar tender cocked his head in the feral's direction, smirking at the sight. "Hey doll," he drawled, "there's a joint a few doors down."

"A joint?" Shalimar flicked a piece of golden dawn hair from her face. "I don't believe I'm lost."

"I'm thinkin' I agree, Bo." One of the leather dressed biker's was now behind the feral, laying a heavy hand on the nape of her neck. "I'm sure she was lookin' for me, right doll?" He plucked a ten from his back pocket and slid it into the top of Shalimar's skirt. "

Shalimar whirled her, grabbing the biker by the arm and pinning him to the side of the bar, twisting it until he yowled in pain. Quick as lightning, she shoved him to the ground and tossed the ten back into his face. "Any questions, Bo?" She asked, looking coyly at the bartender.

"Wh-who ya lookin' for?" Bo stuttered, his hand shaking as he held a bottle of Whiskey.

Shalimar pulled a small photograph from the back pocket of her mini and held it up to the quivering man. "You seen this person?"

Bo shook her head, backing away from the feral's acid gaze.

"Are you lying, Bo?"

Bo shook his head again, his yellowish teeth clattering as he did so.

"I think you are," Shalimar drew her tongue slowly across her dry lips. "So..." She raked her nails across the bar, leaving five deep gouges in the finish. "I'm giving you a choice: we can do this the easy way or we can do this the hard way. It's up to you." She stared curiously at Bo, but she got no response. "Fine, the hard way." The feral curled her hand into a fist, slamming it into the center of the wood. A blast rocketed the bar, causing a Bloody Mary to coat the yellowed wall and a Sex on the Beach to shatter on the floor, along with allowing several beer bottles to fly in every direction. Wooden splinters flew everywhere and a massive imprint of Shalimar's fist was left in her wake. She leaned across the bar and grasped Bo's collar, pulling him to her face. Her finger grazed his face, wiping off a puddle of beer that had soaked him. "So, the picture?"

Bo's eyes shifted to a stairway that led to the second levelof the bar. His tongue felt like lead, as he tried to speak.

Shalimar shoved back the useless bartender, pocketing the picture once more. "Thanks," she hissed, before strolling towards the stairs. "And by the way, don't call me doll."

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"Bailey?" Emma flicked on the light in her room, scanning the area for her daughter. "Bailey, sweetie, where are you?" She placed her hands squarely on her hips. "Bails?" The psionic closed her eyes. She checked the whole of Haven, except of course, Lexa's room. She closed the door and padded down the hallway. "Bailey, how many times have I told you not to go disturb Lexa?" She called, stopping at the closed doorway. She knocked once, no answer. She knocked again, still no answer. The psychic mutant narrowed her eyes, grabbing the handle and jiggling it, finding it to swing open for her. "Lexa?" Traveling inside, she gave the room a quick once over. "Bailey?" A small glow caught her eye and she traveled over to the bed, seeing that Lexa's computer was still on. She noticed that the Interner icon was outlined, meaning that it had been the last thing opened. "Lexa?" Still, she got no answer. Emma opened the Internet, waiting a moment for it to fully load, before clicking her mouse onto the down arrow on her address bar. "She checked her e-mail last," she noted as she stared at the Internet History. Her eyes shifted to the e-mail link, showing that Lexa's e-mail was blank. Emma clicked it anyway, clicking on 'Old Mail' and then clicking the first e-mail which was dated the current date and labled, '(no subject)'. Her eyes registered shock and confusion, as she mentally read the wording. "Oh no!" She leapt from the bed, hurrying out of the room.

----10 Minutes Later----

"What are we doing?" The molecular fastened his seatbelt and pulled back one of Sub Rosa's many levers.

"Finding my daughter," Emma replied, her voice stern and focused.

"Would you mind telling us what's going on?" Brennan asked, as he felt himself tugged back into his seat as the craft rose into the air.

"I think Lexa took Bailey to go find Shal."

"How would she do that?" Brennan asked. "She can't even walk right now and besides, she and Bailey don't even get along, to say the least."

"And how'd you come to this conclusion anyway?" Jesse asked curiously.

"It doesn't matter-"

"Yes it does!" Brennan focused his eyes on Emma. "You and Adam have kept far too many secrets from us! There's no way you're going to get us to help you unless you're up front with us!"

"Brennan, this is not-"

"No, I think now is the perfect time! You know, Emma, I used to trust you. I loved you." The elemental closed his eyes. "When Adam wasn't there, you were. When we thought you died, you have no idea how much pain we all went through. But that doesn't compare with how much hatred I'm feeling right now." His husky voice lowered. "You deceived us all in the worst possible way. You made us all suffer. You're just like Adam."

Emma stared at the elemental, speechless. The redhead turned to Jesse, her eyes pleading with him.

Jesse lowered his head, turning away and focusing his full attention on the control panel.

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Shalimar pulled through an glass door, landing harshly against a dumpster. A small trickle of scarlet ran from her forehead and a dark, blueish-purple bruise had risen on her left cheek. She moaned, staggering to her feet and jumping to a fighting stance as another figure leapt from the shadows of the room in which she'd just been exspelled from.

"You domestics, you're all the same," the shadowy figure said boredly. Jet black waves coursed from her head all the way down to her knees and she wore formfitting black clothing, giving the illusion of the classic bank robber. Her lips seemed to blend in with the night, as they too were Midnight black and her nails were long, ebony points as well. She had dark chocolate skin, definitely of African descent. But her dark brown eyes quickly flashed a radiating orange, as she advanced on the blonde feral.

Shalimar leapt into a spin kick, sending a series of swift heel jabs into the Panther feral's abdomen.

The Panther feral grinned, pointed white teeth gleaming in the moonlight. "You think that will phase me?" She grabbed Shalimar's ankle, flinging her into the ground like a ragdoll. She laughed wickedly, leaning over Shalimar's battered body and brandishing her sharp black nails. Suddenly a beam of searing white shot into the Panther feral's back, sending her about three feet away. The smell of burnt hair filled the air, enough to make someone want to vomit.

Shalimar shifted to her side, moaning at the pain in her abdomen. Her vision was blurry, but she could make out a figure inside the dark room and as things cleared, she could see that the figure was hovering about an inch off the ground. The feral looked up, noticing a small and yet familiar face peering at her from the older woman's arms. "L-Lex?"

Lexa seemed to glide over to Shalimar, her feet never touching the ground. "We need to get you home," she said, bending over to grab Shalimar and heave her over her shoulder. She cocked her head, glancing sideways at Bailey. "How're you doin', kid?"

Bailey cooed, twitching her nose and telekinetically turning Lexa around, before moving them back towards the path in which they came.