Athena raised an eyebrow as she heard Ross mention some criminal contacts. It looked like her brother-in-law was more of a shady figure than she had previously thought. She should've figured. It didn't seem like Ross had a job, anyway. Money just came out of nowhere for the family. As a matter of fact, it was very odd how well off that whole family was despite neither of them seemingly having a job. On one hand, Kimberly was her sister, bound by blood, all that fun stuff. On the other hand, Ross wasn't. The only reason why he was around was because of Kimberly. Everything was because of Kimberly. Ross was lucky they weren't in New York.

She was going to have to turn a blind eye on Ross. As much as she wanted to say something or do something, she just couldn't. Kimberly wouldn't have been a big fan of it at all, and neither would her niece and future niece/nephew would be. There was going to be more to this, and Athena was conflicted about it. Eager? Yes. Anxious. Also yes. There was no telling what Ross had up that sleeve of his. With that supposed criminal history of his, he could've had links to all sorts of things. Maybe even to suspects that had plagued her back in New York. Regardless, that was going to be the least of her worries right now. The current biggest issue was definitely going to be her brother-in-law.

Ellie wasn't having much fun either. Her partner was just told to leave and the conversation was one of the hardest conversations she had ever had. Lot of yelling, lot of emotions, and a lot of tension that was left to be solved. There was nothing that could've been done to help make things better at this particular moment. Seb did have a point, she was in over her head for sure. But, Ellie didn't care, she just wanted to help. She was helping herself, Ross, and Kimberly by agreeing to be a part of this plan. It was something that was going to take a lot of effort to justify. Seb still wasn't happy about it, though. It was something only time could heal.

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[right][i]Back in Las Vegas...[/i][/right]

For the first time in a while, Kimberly had regained consciousness and came to. She was still disoriented, confused, but the most important thing was that she was alive and conscious. Looking around, she tried to move her limbs but they were all bound in casts. The most she could move was her fingers. To the surprise of the nearby nurse, she noticed and made some calls to get some doctors in her room. Same old procedure after waking up from a medically-induced coma. 

Kimberly had passed the neurological exam, somehow. It was amazing that she was even in this state alone. There was still some damage, but none so severe to affect her big time. It was a miracle on top of another miracle. According to the doctor, it looked like her brain was going to be fine. The only thing she needed to deal with was the physical therapy. Well - it wasn't the only thing. Kimberly had also found out that she was pregnant. Physical therapy while she was pregnant? That was going to be another obstacle that she had to deal with. It was a lot for her to take in, but it also explained the things she saw while she was out. 

She was pregnant? It was so odd. Kimberly hadn't felt sick or anything different, but here she was. Due in December. It had her thinking about a lot of things, now. It was bad enough that she was out of commission for god knows how long. But now, things had just gotten worse. Kimberly started to think about what she was going to do about her future. Another baby on the way. It was a lot to handle and she was hoping that she wasn't going to be doing it alone.

Her family soon rushed in from their hotel and had greeted the now conscious Kimberly. There was a smile on her face as Mia climbed onto her bed by herself and snuggled up to her mom. She still didn't know what had actually happened, but Mia couldn't have cared less. She was just glad mommy was around. The casts were a little weird, but it wasn't anything major to the two year old girl. All that mattered was mommy. Daddy was doing his own thing, she didn't care. 

Speaking of Ross, Kimberly was curious as to where he was. As soon as she was able to speak, having some water and fluids replenished, she cleared her throat.

"Where's Ross?"

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Hearing knocking on the door, Athena perked straight up and pulled her pistol from her holster, aiming it at the door before Ross had clambered past her. It must have been Ross's criminal contact. In any case, she wasn't going to be relaxing. He [i]was[/i] a criminal after all, and Athena wasn't exactly too fond of criminals, no matter who they were. She backed away from the door, pistol still in hand as she relocated to a window. Ellie stirred from her sleep from the sound of moving around and clambering, walking out of her little room rubbing her face before she saw Athena peering out the window with her MP5 in hand.

"What's going on?" The Scot asked curiously, "Why do you have your gun pointed out the window?"

Athena shrugged, "Ross has a contact. I don't know who he is or what he does, but I don't trust him." 

She kept her MP5 pointed as the two talked, slipping Ellie a pistol underneath the arm that was holding up her gun. "If it goes south, you use this." She said, keeping composure as Ross and the man conversed. Ginger, about 6'5", muscular. The way he carried himself gave Athena a military vibe. She didn't like the looks of this guy. Just, something about him that she couldn't place. It wasn't the fact that he was a Ginger, it might've just been the previously established fact that he was a criminal. Either way, her gut was telling her that this guy was up to something bad. 

Her MP5 was trained on the man, just in case he was going to try something dumb. But luckily, it didn't go south. Based on the body language, the conversation was going well, and it was just about to end. As the men started to walk back to the trailer, Athena backed off of her position and moved to aim down the hallway with her MP5. Better safe than sorry. He probably wasn't going to like the fact that a bonafide police officer was sitting in that trailer. 

As they came through the door, Athena trained her MP5 on the taller man, just as Ross was introducing the man. "What does he have for us?" Athena asked, keeping her MP5 up. Ross would probably understand why she was like this, considering that she was a cop and he was a criminal. It was like a dog looking at a cat. Opposites.