Tank's POV

A/N: This is a Tank and OC story, not a Lula story. It's all about Tank, and his past, present and future. As of right now there are mild warnings for language, but this is subject to change as the story goes on. It will be told from Tank's POV, and doesn't involve Steph or Ranger or the other MM much. Just give it a try, ya might like it. ;)

Tank's POV

The door to Ranger's office was open so I walked in, knocking on the doorjamb to get his attention. He looked up at me and raised an eyebrow.

"Yo." His other eyebrow rose at this.

"Yo, yourself. Thought maybe you were dead or something."

"Not dead. Just unavoidably detained. Should have called." This was as close to an apology as I was willing to offer.

"Should have. Heard what happened. Need anything?" I knew the news would have spread by now.

"Maybe. How did you hear about it?"

"Man, I've had about twenty different calls come in from various witnesses. From what I've been hearing, it was a fight of epic proportions." I mentally snorted at this. It was loud, explosive. Hell it probably made Steph and the cop's fights look tame in comparison. Food was thrown, words were shouted, vehicles were dented. Lula was in full rhino mode, and it was a sight to behold.

"I couldn't marry her, man. I didn't even propose, and she just kept pushing and shit. Did you know she rented me a pink tux? PINK man." Ranger's shoulders starting shaking. I have to admit, the situation might have been funny if it was happening to somebody else. But not to me.

"Could have been worse." I swear if he's laughing at me, I'm going to kick his ass.

"Yeah? How so?"

"She could have wanted the best men to dress in purple or something." Unh. Ranger humor.

"Yeah, ok. So, I need a favor." Ranger straightened up and I could tell I had his full attention.

"What's that?"

"I need to get out of here for awhile. I need a vacation or something. Can you re-arrange the schedule or something?" Ranger studied me for a minute. I kept my face blank and let him draw his own conclusions.

"I can do you one better than that. Got a job." Even better.

"Who, what, where, and when?" I can't help it, I'm ready to get out of here. I can feel the walls closing in around me.

"Mia Sanchez, body guard, where ever the wind takes you, and now." My whole body tenses when he says Mia's name. Mia is an old friend of ours. She's a friend of a friend that we met back in our Army days. She and I used to date some, though we were never actually a couple. I haven't seen her in a few years.

"Mia? What's happened? Is she ok?" Oh, God, please let her be ok.

"She's fine. You know she's a private investigator now? Well, she picked up a case a few weeks ago, and the subject of her investigating has an objection to her digging up his life. You know how she is. She has no intentions of giving up, so her sister, Isa, gave her two choices. Either she gets a body guard, or Isa locks her up in a safe house. Mia chose a body guard. She asked for you." I raised my eyebrows at Ranger. He just shrugged his shoulders and did a palms up. "Anything you want to tell me?"

"Nothing to tell man. We went on a few dates once upon a time, but nothing more than that." Ranger nodded at me and pulled a file out of the top drawer.

"Here's the info. It started out notes and phone calls. Typical stalker behavior. She kept digging though, and he stepped up the threats." I took the file from him and flipped through it. Basic information on Mia, nothing that I don't already know.

"There isn't much here." I raise an eyebrow at him in question.

"The guy has connections. We didn't want to chance him getting hold of anything valuable. You'll get the rest of it from Mia when you get there." Ok, I can understand that.

"Where's there? You said where ever the wind takes me, but she's in Atlanta."

"Go to Atlanta, she'll meet you there. But she's going to be moving around a lot, looking for more dirt on this guy." That I can do. But the lack of information bothers me. I hate flying blind into dangerous situations.

"Anything else you can tell me?" I ask as I head towards the door.

"Yeah, behave." I snorted at this. He should really know better. I tipped off a salute to Ranger and made my way out. I stepped back into the office when another thought hit me.

"Watch out for her man." Ranger looked at me.

"Lula?" I nodded.

"Just because I don't want to marry her doesn't mean I don't care about her. She's a good woman, just not right for me." Ranger nodded and I knew that he understood. I raised the folder in my hand to my forehead and used it to salute him.

"Later, man."