Sam emerges from nowhere and leans over the counter, making eye contact with Danny.

"So?" Danny questions.

"Not sure," Sam replies simply, then stares at the notes that she wrote on her electronic notebook. "He's..."

"Yeah right...What about your other client?"

"No," Sam shakes her head, "She wouldn't…"

"Well…"

"Maybe if you could..."

"Yeah, okay. Then if you..."

Sam shrugs then nods. "I think it's manageable..."

"But you'll have to...

"Sure..."

He pauses for a second. "Then I will…

"Hm hm..."

"Then we'll have to..."

"I know."

Danny leans back in his chair. They lock eyes, smile at each other, the agreement settled on their faces.

"Okay," Sam says. "I'll see you later, then."

"Okay," Danny repeats. "See you later."

Sam waves him a goodbye and walks away.

"What the hell was that?" Delinda demands as soon as Sam left.

"What?" Danny asks, confused. "Sam just asked me if I could help her out with one of her clients. She's busy with four different whales this weekend and since one of them is rather fond of me, I'm supposed to hang out with her. So we just agreed on each other's schedules to fit her client's preferences," he explains. Delinda was just right there, certainly she heard and understood what they just said, right?

"So that's what you and Sam just talked about a moment ago?" Delinda says, surprised covering her entire face.

"You were right next to me, Delinda," he points out.

"Yeah but it was like you and Sam were having some secret conversation. Like only you two could understand whatever the other was saying," Delinda's smile grows wide so fast that for one second Danny worries she may tear her mouth apart. "It's cute. I mean, you and Sam understand each other so well. You two make a good team."

Her smile is still so huge and Danny chuckles. "We're all a team. The Montecito team, remember?"

"Sure but..." she bumps her shoulder against his playfully, and then she lowers her to speak in a conspiracy tone. "...you guys are 'Sam-and-Danny'."

Danny raises his eyebrows at her, not sure where she is going with that. "You just made that up, Delinda."

"Maybe," she shrugs, looking him dead in the eyes. "But it doesn't make it any less true. The bond you share with Sam is particular. Everybody in this casino can see it. The way your eyes drink her in whenever she's around, the way your body relax when she leans onto you, the way she smiles at you, the way she's less guarded with you...she's not like that with anybody else. It says a lot about your relationship."

"Sam and I don't have a relationship," he replies quickly and the words leave a sour taste in his mouth.

But Delinda rolls her yes, having none of the crap Danny is pulling. "But whatever you two have is important. I mean, it is something, right? That something is important to you, so don't let that it go."

He unconsciously nods because whatever him and Sam have is so precious, so dear to his heart that he has tried to keep it hidden, enfolded with bubble wrap, so it wouldn't burst open and shatter on the ground. But Delinda knows now and he's not sure what to say, so he just nods and wishes with all this heart that that something will stay his forever.