A/N: Sorry the last chapter was a bit short and this one isn't much longer, but I felt they both worked better as stand alones. I might update sooner with the next one to make up for it.

So since Danny has been having a pretty rough time since he's gotten to Vegas, I figured he was in need of a little pep talk. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: All of CBS's characters belong to CBS (duh).

Thanks to SallyJetson for the beta.

Chapter 13: My Fish

"So are you and Lindsay getting sinful in Sin City?" Don inquired over the phone.

"Nope." Danny responded as he finished off the remains of his second beer.

"Why not? … How'd you mess it up this time?"

"What makes you think I messed it up?" Why is it that people always assume it's my fault? Yes I've messed up a few times, but so has everyone else. How come their idiosyncrasies are forgotten and mine are always brought up, again, and again and again… Danny reached for another beer and quickly popped off the top before draining half of its contents.

"So it's not messed up?"

"No, it is." Danny responded as he took off his glasses and dragged his free hand down his face hoping to clear his mind. "Holy fuck is it ever."

"Ah. So how are you going to fix it?"

"Why do I always have to fix it? Why can't she bloody fix it for once?"

"Cause she's not interested?" Flack offered.

"Not helping." Danny's latest beer had now joined the remainder of its fallen brethren, but luckily a new one had taken its place.

"Well at least you're in a great fishing spot."

"Fishing…how is fishing going to help? Las Vegas is a desert; what sort of fishing is there around here?"

"The kind with boobs, long legs and incredible asses."

"I'm not ready for another fish, Don. I've tried other fish. I like MY fish. Why can't I just have my dang fish, DAMN IT!" And with that Danny threw his latest empty against the wall.

The bang was followed by shattering, followed by silence.

"Feeling better?"

"No."

"Ready for the fix-it plan yet?"

"No."

"Do you want your fish or not?"

"Yes."

"Then get off your ass Messer and get it!"

"How?"

"Do what fisherman do…use a little bait and then wait for it to come around and bite."

"Think it'd work?"

"You'll have her hook, line and sinker in no time."

I can be bait. I would make great bait. Plus I like the idea of her biting me.