Hitched to Stitch

by LesterWanted

Stephanie is a medic in the ARMY. When she is discharged what does she do with her life, and who does she run into that she has "Stitched" up in the past? A strong Stephanie story, not nice to Mrs. Plum or Morelli. Filled with Rangeman, though their stories maybe a little twisted around. TART! Rated M to be sure!

1. Chapter 1

Disclaimer: All you recognize belongs to JE I've just tweaked it for my enjoyment!

AN: Sorry, it just wouldn't leave me alone!

Hitched to Stitch

Chapter 1

When it's All Said and Done

I left the box of uniforms on the bed, and hoisted my duffel over my shoulder. I was done, finally and officially done. I had signed the papers, shook the necessary hands, and saluted for the last official time. The boys that knew I was leaving had showed up as I was finishing up packing and given me hugs. I had heard a lot of "Sorry to see you go Stitch" and "Don't think this means we are any less family". Always with the Ohana and Family jokes in this place.

I guess I should back up a little bit. My name is Stephanie Michelle Plum, nicknamed Stitch, and my days in the ARMY Rangers are done. Yeah, yeah I know what you are thinking a female Ranger? No way... Yes way I was one of the best medics this place had ever seen, second only to the legendary Brown. I was normally sent out with the 2nd best team in the country, as Bobby took care of the "Big Guns" as we liked to call them. But I had been sent out once, and had to patch up Bobby himself and most of his team.

I have had nightmares about that month I spent in the jungle with them. The entire team had missed 3 check in sin a row and my team got sent out to search for them.

FlashBack

When I had shown up at base for breifings, in our little conference room, I was met with the solemn nods from Hal, Ram, Hawk and Dutch. These guys all work for Ranger now. I had heard that Carlos "Ranger" Manoso had officially left the ARMY but was still under contract for these big missions, as well as most of the guys on his staff, including Bobby, Lester, Tank, Hal and Ram.

As far as we were told we were doing an S&E (Search and Extraction) with no clue as to if or how badly any one of them was hurt, but I heard the undertone of "don't be surprised if you're packing home bodies." That part hurt more than I wanted to admit, I had always hated death and destruction, which is why I wanted to patch up the men and women who were sacrificing themselves for the good of the country. Even if most of the people in it didn't know them.

Yes I had been taught the death and destruction part of this life as well as putting it back together. I had killed more than I wanted to admit, mostly close quarters as I had the body to get myself in places that the boys couldn't. That doesn't mean I'm not one mean ass sniper. Being in the Rangers means you lead the way, including on the ranks board. The nightmares are a pretty present from my many missions, and all the shrinks and time off wasn't helping any.

Speaking of fucking time off, that's where I had been before this shit show went down, and let me tell you I wasn't looking forward to digging Ranger's ass out of whatever he had found himself in this time. Most likely a major fire storm.

Snapping out of whatever trance my flashback had put me in I threw my duffel into the back seat of my new truck. A black 2014 Chevy Silverado Crew cab 3/4 ton. I'd had Ram pick me out a truck when I had finally put my old Mustang in the storage garage for the winter. So of course, being the country boy he is, he picked me a jacked up, all the buttons and whirly gigs, truck. Who could blame him, I loved this damn truck.

I was headed home for the 1st time in over 8 years.