A/N: Here's chapter 12! Thanks for the reviews, and sorry I couldn't update while I was away :( I hope I can make it up to all of you... Enjoy chapter 12!

Disclaimer: I own nothing. It all belongs to Richelle Mead. I only own my plot. Although, I'd trade it for Dimitri any day :D

-Sarah

Chapter Twelve: Vegas Baby!

The flight to Vegas was long and boring (aside from the incredibly hot Russian God that held me in his arms and murmured sweet things in my ear) and when we finally made it, I was relieved to just be standing on the ground again. I've flown way too much in the past year, and I could really do without it.

Our last two days in Baia, Dimitri and I spent every minute we could with his family. I missed them already! They're such amazing people and I consider them to be my family. Dimitri is elated by how easily I get along with his family and their acceptance of us. I guess they can't deny the level of our love and commitment to eachother.

Using Abe's money, we got the nicest room at the MGM Grand Hotel and Casino, both staying away from The Luxor. That place held the bad memories of when we fought in the hallway last time we were here. We wouldn't risk going near The Witching Hour, for fear of detection. After settling into our room, we went to a local drugstore to buy some hair dye for me. I grimaced at the thought of dyeing my hair, but it needed to be done. We also bought some color contacts for me. We decided that after we dyed my hair, we would both get haircuts. That was something I really didn't want either of us to do, especially not Dimitri. I loved his hair so much!

"I'll get it cut a little Roza. I have to so we don't get caught." he said, trying to seem like he didn't care that he had to cut his hair. I saw right through it of course, but I didn't say anything. I didn't even try to conceal my sadness at cutting his hair.

"I love your hair so much . . . but you're right. But you are not getting it cut past your ears. Understand?" I said, authority in my voice.

"Loud and clear, Bosswoman." he replied with a smile. "You are not cutting your hair past your shoulders. Understand?" he said, mimicking my tone.

"Loud and clear, Bossman." I replied, mimicking him. After that little exchange, he started to get to work and dye my hair. I chose a really light blonde, because it was the complete opposite of my hair right now. It would soon be bleach-blonde instead of my nearly-black-brown hair. Dimitri chose crystal-blue color contacts for me. Ugh.

"I'm going to look like a living Barbie Doll!" I whined. He just chuckled. Then realization hit me. "That's why you chose blue contacts, didn't you?" I asked.

"Maybe . . ." he replied. I smacked him. "Ow! What was that for?" he asked.

"That was for my own amusement. I'm not a doll, mister." I replied.

"You're much prettier than a Barbie Doll anyway. That comparison doesn't do you justice." he said. I rolled my eyes at him and snorted.

"Sure. You're just saying that so I won't be mad. By the way, it worked." I said, reaching my face up to kiss him.

"I should make you angry more often if that's my reward!" he said with a laugh.

"Right now, just focus on not totally wrecking my hair right now. If you wreck my hair, you'll have to deal with me, Belikov. And not in a good way." I replied, a dangerous look in my eyes. He just laughed it off, but paid more attention to my hair. Ha. He listened!

Thirty long minutes later, Dimitri was rinsing the dye from my hair. When he was done, I immediately brushed and dried my hair, not wanting to look in the mirror yet. I put the contacts in without a mirror, wanting the full effect.

"Dammit! These stupid contacts burn like hell!" I said angrily. Once I got the wretched things in, Dimitri gasped. "Do I look that bad?" I asked, grimacing.

"No. Never. Roza . . . you look . . . incredible. Breathtaking." he replied, a stupid grin on his face. Curiosity drove me to turn around and look in the mirror. Surprisingly, I liked what I saw.

"Stop drooling. I know I'm hot and all but someone's going to slip in your puddle of drool!" I said jokingly. He just stared at me, unmoving. "Hello? Earth to Dimitri? Hellooooooooooooo?" I waved my hand in front of his face, and he snapped out of it.

"Sorry. You're just so heart-breakingly beautiful. What did I ever do to deserve you?" he asked. He looked like he actually meant it.

"Oh stop it!" I replied, giving him a playful push. I was starting to blush. "I suppose it's time to get a haircut?" I asked. This was the part I was dreading the most.

"Yep. I guess so." he said, a little bit of sadness in his voice.

"Yay!" I replied with mock enthusiasm.

When we returned an hour and a half later, I was actually pleased with our haircuts. I had just below shoulder length hair with a really awesome sidebang, and if it's actually possible, Dimitri was actually sexier with ear length hair instead of shoulder length hair. I just wanted to run my hands through it, but we had work to do. We set out for The Witching Hour, where I would look for the manager guy from last time and try to get more information out of him.

"Dimitri, can I borrow your cell phone? I really need to buy one. We should do that tonight." I asked.

"Sure but . . . why?" he responded.

"I'm going to call my Alchemist friend Sydney. I'm going to ask her to print some copies of Eric Dragomir's file because it was stolen by someone . . . which I still have to find out who did that." I replied. He handed me his cell phone and dialed the now familiar number.

"Hello? Sydney Sage speaking." a voice on the other end chimed.

"Hey Syd. It's your favorite evil creature of the night!" I replied.

"Rose? Aren't you supposed to be in prison?" she asked, slightly panicky.

"Yeah. It's a long story that I don't care to explain. I need you to come to Vegas with a copy of Eric Dragomir's file." I replied.

"I already told you I can't give you that, Rose. I'll get in trouble and-" I cut her off.

"I know. But this is really important. I didn't break out of jail for nothing. I really need that file." I said urgently.

There was a pause on the other end of the line, then a sigh. "Fine. You're lucky I like you." she muttered.

"Thank you so much! When will you be here?" I asked.

"Tomorrow. What hotel?" she asked.

"MGM Grand. But we'll pick you up at the airport." I replied.

"We? Who else is there?" she asked.

"It doesn't matter. Just hurry." I replied.

"Yes. I'll see you tomorrow." she said.

"Bye Sydney." I replied, then the line went dead.

"So when will she be here?" Dimitri asked.

"Tomorrow. Now lets get me a cell phone, then get into The Witching Hour." I replied.

"Let's go." he replied, taking my hand.

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