Lately i haven't been writing all that much because i lost my inspiration for some of my more angsty stories but i got the idea for this story while i was taking my dog out for a walk this week. Hopefully everyone finds it interesting and continues reading when i update next. Im now entering April vacation. Yeah! So the updates should be pretty close together, but no garentees. So please read and reviews and if you have any questions or ideas about what should happen then let me know.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Im to poor too. So anything that is mentioned, mostly businesses and of course the Stephanie Plum books, are not mine. Unfortunetly.

I exited the WalMart store with a bag of assorted goodies and hamster food in my hands. It was a warm April day, nothing like the weather in Trenton at this time of year. It would mostly be raining there but up here, it was nice and it made you want to sit outside all day.

Three years ago I left Trenton without telling anyone where I was moving too. Not even Ranger. I felt as if I needed to get away from all of the stockers and the burg grapevine and try a new life somewhere else. So I moved to where I thought no one would ever find me. Sanford, Maine. None of my family would ever dare endure the cold winters and the extremely hot weather in the summer and surely no one would accidently end up here and find me.

I'm not saying that I didn't tell anyone that I was moving I just didn't specify where. The only person I told was my dad, I could trust him with not telling anyone where I was and he could ensure everyone that I was alright and not dead.

My personality has stayed the same over the years but my appearance has changed. My skin was now darker then it normally was due to the amount of time that I spent at the beach, my hair was now straight, and my normal blue eyes were replaced with green contacts. Even though I moved almost across the country I still felt as if I needed to protect my identity on some level to ensure my new life wasn't disrupted.

I entered my new red truck that I had recently bought at Marc Motors for a cheap price and headed down main street to my house. My job as waitress provided a decent amount of money and allowed me to buy my own two story house on the outskirts of town. It was white with blue shutters and had a long gravel driveway. On the side of the property was a barrier of trees that made it so each house had there own sense of privacy but they weren't too far apart.

It was hard to say but I actually preferred my new life over the one that I had in Trenton. In Trenton I was constantly being yelled at by my mother about how I was supposed to live my life, whether it was from my personal relationships to my job with my cousin. But now, I didn't have to worry about my latest mistake being in the newspaper. I didn't need to worry about impressing my mother or creating interesting stories for my Grandmother to tell next time she went to the beauty parlor. I also didn't need to worry about figuring which man I wanted in my life. To be honest, I hadn't really thought a lot about guys overall since I've moved, except for the occasional guy at the beach my new friends and I would point out and try to catch there attention.

Life seemed to be at the top of its peak at the moment and I didn't have a feeling that anything could go wrong. But I guess my old bad luck has finally found me again.

As I was heading home I was stopped on one of the more quiet, less traveled, roads by a black SUV parked in the middle of the road. My curiosity got to me and I exited my truck to ask what was going on. When I rounded the SUV I saw two men tackling my neighbor Harold into the ground. I wasn't all that associated with Harold since he had just moved here only a week or so ago but we knew who each other were and to me that's all that mattered.

"What the fuck is going on here?" I yelled at the men standing around with there arms crossed just watching the scene unfold in front of them. When the guy who was closest to me turned around the breath was nearly caught in my throat. It was my past coming back to bite me. It was my old lifeline that I used to cling onto tightly. It was Ranger.

As he was starting to turn around he starting explaining. "This man is on charges for providing a place for people to drink underage and sexual assault." When he finally turned fully to me and gave me a once over you could see the recognition in his face. You could tell by the way his dark eyes widened and softly lightened, but you could also tell that he was nervous that it wasn't true. I always knew if I ever ran into Ranger he would be able to tell it was me despite the differences.

The silence was broken when none other then Tank came to talk to Ranger. "Boss, he is now in the SUV and Lester is getting ready to take him. . . Ranger?" When Ranger didn't respond Tank adverted his eyes to me.

"Bomber?"

The tears crowded close to the surface and all I wanted to do was run to my truck, drive away as fast as I could, and go into denial about everything that had happened, but my legs wouldn't move.

"Babe?" Ranger faintly said. That's all it took for me to run. I didn't even head in the direction of my truck even though I knew I could never defeat them on foot. But I also knew the terrain around here better then they did and luckily one of my closest friends, Becky, lived on the next street over.

The words were thick around here but I found it rather easy to maneuver around the trunks of the trees. From behind me I could hear them yelling my name but I was too afraid to turn and see how close they were to catching me. My hopes lifted when I saw my friends fence come into view, it was only six feet high and would be rather easy to jump. Beyond the fence I knew there to be many places where I could easily hide that could only be found if you knew where you were looking. I felt the rush of wind pass my arm as Ranger made an attempt to grab me but stumbled over a root sticking out of the ground and I could only smile as I hopped the fence and hid in the yard. I could hear Tank and Ranger land on the feet and muttering silently while looking around at every place they thought I could possibly be. After what felt like hours they finally gave up and left, probably to recruit some of the merry men to help them out. Now that Ranger knew I was here there was no way he would leave. I needed to make my escape, and quickly.

Becky's glass slider door opened and out came Becky. Her long blonde hair moved in the breeze as she scanned her yard and found me exiting my hiding spot.

"What was that about? I thought I would need to call the cops by now to get them off of my property. The only reason I didn't was because I was too busy admiring there perfectly good figures." She said fanning herself.

"It was just some people that I thought I got out of my life a while ago." I said silently. I was sad that Ranger had found me. I came here to escape my past and now it was back to haunt me once again. But I was also happy on some level. I never got to properly say goodbye to Ranger and now I could before I threw him out and sent him away to Trenton.

"You had THEM in your life back in Trenton. Damn girl, where you a whore or something with your friend there?"

"No as a matter of fact, I wasn't. You always seemed to ask questions about the two men in my life, and that was one of them."

"Oh! Let me guess. . . uh. . . RANGER THAT WAS RANGER! The hot Cuban sex god you told me about. You left when you could have had THAT? Were you on drugs or something, he was FINE!"

"No, I wasn't on drugs. Now if you let me inside I can explain everything to you. Again."

"Okay, okay it's not my fault I forget details like that." She pushed open the door and headed into the kitchen where I followed in after her. This was going to be a long night and sure as hell going to be a long experience.

Hope that everyone liked it and please review. Flames are exepted but not really encouraged so if you want to, go ahead. Just attempt on some level to consider how i will react because most likely i will say screw you and get discouraged.