A/N: Huh, no review. Oh chapter is shorter sorry. But I'm pretty sure the next will be longer.

Disclaimer: Don't own 'em, except for the Miami girl.

Chapt.2

"I don't understand. My wallet was just right here." Destiny search her pockets again as she searches for her missing wallet at the desk in the MetroCourt.

"I'm sorry Miss, but we can't check you in without identification." The front clerk explains. Both of his bosses are always clear about the security in their hotel, especially knowing exactly who staying there for instance.

"Perhaps, The Jackal may interject that your missing personal holder may have tumbled out at Kelly's?"

Destiny stares at him for a moment, trying to figure out what the hell he was he was saying. When if finally processes in her brain, she groans. "Dammit."

"Would you like me to escort you back to retrace your steps?" Spinelli kindly suggest.

Destiny shakes her head, but smiles, appreciating the offer. "Oh no. I've already taken you out of your way."

"Hey Destiny." She turns her head, seeing Sam jogging toward her with something in her hand.

"My wallet!" Destiny sighs with relief, grabbing her wallet.

Sam glances at Spinelli, making sure everything was alright, with slight concern in her eyes. "Yeah." She looks back over at Destiny, who was checking her wallet. "You dropped it back at Kelly's."

Destiny smiles, happy everything was still in place. "Thanks." She turns around the at the clerk, handing him her driver's license. "Here."

The clerk smiles checking her identification and her room. "Everything seems to be okay Ms." He pauses, looking back at Destiny, worried. "Ruiz."

Spinelli, immediately recognizing the last name, looks over at Sam with his mouth agape, meeting her more concerned look, then they both look back at the young girl.

Destiny could feel the stares burning holes in the back of her head. This was not what she wanted. This was not how things were supposed to go, but what she came for maybe coming a lot sooner than she thought. She slowly grabs her license back, with a smile.

The clerk tone becomes slightly shaky. "Um, your room, is uh, 503, on the fifth floor." He picks up the phone, making an urgent call.

Destiny simply nods. "Thank you." She turns around, preparing for the worst. Surprisingly, the face was composed, atleast as composed enough to try and convince Destiny that they didn't have their suspicions about her, nor her name. Her professional tone comes out, but kept it light. "Thank you, Ms. McCall. Hopefully I'll get to see you again."

Sam takes a slow breath. "Um, no problem. Glad I could help."

Destiny clenches her jaw a little before turning to Spinelli with a smile. "And thank you. You've been a great help for me tonight."

Spinelli doesn't speak right away, afraid to say the wrong way. "The Jackal is indeed always obliging when a lady in need of a, assistance."

Destiny walks away with a smile, trying not to rush out the unpleasant situation she stumbled herself into. She boards the empty elevator, letting out a sigh of relief, for now. She won't let this situation bother just yet, she has other things worry about. Other places to attend.

A/N: Next chapter, a proper introduction is made. Can anyone guess who her connect is and how?