They all belong to JE. I was looking for a song and I found this one while the TV was on and a family was playing in the backyard in a commercial. 'Home' by Michael Buble.

HOME

Another summer day

Has come and gone away

In Paris and Rome

But I wanna go home

Mmmmmmmm

Maybe surrounded by

A million people I

Still feel all alone

I just wanna go home

Oh, I miss you, you know

And I've been keeping all the letters that I wrote to you

Each one a line or two

"I'm fine baby, how are you?"

Well I would send them but I know that it's just not enough

My words were cold and flat

And you deserve more than that

Leaning back in the taxi cab, his stomach was in knots. He had wished he could have written or called to let her know he was fine and alive, that was an impossibility. Would she still be there? Did she wait for him to come back? Ranger would have never guessed he would have been gone 18 along months of not hearing her voice, seeing her blue eyes, or touching her lips. How had things changed? Had they stayed the same? Would his Babe be there? Not able to begin to fathom she would have waited this long, Stephanie probably went on with her life like she should have, but he had to know. His heart was tortured waiting to find out; he knew there would not be any reminents left of it if Stephanie found happiness with someone else. She deserved to be happy, he would live with it, but his heart would be lost. He had to discover it for himself. Did he have a reason to come home?

"Keep it," Ranger told the taxi driver before he got out in front of Rangeman. It was late morning so the daily update was over and everyone should be into their regular routines of the day.

Going to five, Tank should be in his office and Stephanie, hopefully, was still working for his company even if just part-time.

"Yo," leaning against the door frame of his best friend's office. Bobby and Lester were discussing something in the office stopping when they heard his voice.

"Ranger! You're back finally," Tank was coming around his desk. "We never heard." All four men were doing that manly hug thing.

Shaking his head, "It was longer than anyone expected, but we located all the missing men and captured their captures." He paused and couldn't hold back any longer. "Stephanie. How is she?" glancing back to the hallway.

"Good, she took a few days off. She's been working here full time doing searches and handling some of the paperwork I hate."

Lester let out, "Stephanie moved. She bought a house."

He looked at each friend's face, "Why? I wanted her to stay on 7."

They shrugged their shoulders all together, but Tank was the one who spoke up, "I think she wanted her own space."

"You wanted us to watch her, but maybe we hovered a little too much," Bobby went on.

"Ranger, it's a nice, safe house and location. Actually, she bought a patio house on the edge of Trenton."

"We installed the top of the line security," Lester said, "and Rangeman ended up doing systems for all the houses in her section."

He thought they weren't telling him something. "What else?"

"Nothing," Bobby looked at the other two Rangeman.

"Ranger," it was Tank again, "Stephanie's not seeing anyone if that is what you mean. She's been waiting. It's been difficult for her not knowing. I think the house helped to anchor her."

"I want to see her."

He chuckled, "You look like shit. I hope you'll clean up before you go surprise her. You'll scare, Bombshell."

His hair was overgrown, a scruffy beard covered his mocha latte skin, and tired eyes showed his restlessness, he wasn't the usual spotless man in black.

"Intend too," Ranger picked up his duffels and turned to go back how he came. "What's her address?"

"1417 Ash Grove," the second in command went with him. Bobby and Lester went in the opposite direction towards the CEO's office once the elevators closed. They had to move a few things.

Another aeroplane

Another sunny place

I'm lucky I know

But I wanna go home

Mmmm, I've got to go home

Let me go home

I'm just too far from where you are

I wanna come home

And I feel just like I'm living someone else's life

It's like I just stepped outside

When everything was going right

And I know just why you could not

Come along with me

'Cause this was not your dream

But you always believed in me

Weary was how he felt stepping out of his Porsche parked in front of the white garage door of Stephanie's patio home. It was a cold February day when he left her, but now it was a very warm summer one. Time had marched on; he hoped Stephanie's heart hadn't. Ranger was walking up the sidewalk to the front door when he heard laughter around the back. Following it, he steppedaround the front past the high arched window. Just out of sight peeking past the porch post, Ranger stood silent and watched what was causing her laughter.

"Is that fun?" Stephanie was splashing water in a small inflatable pool. A baby with light tinted skin and wet curling hair was splashing in the water having the time of his life.

She let him splash some more before reaching for a bright colored towel. "Let's get you dried off and it will be nap time."

The baby let her dry him off in her lap, but started squirming.

The striped shorts he was wearing were removed and only had on a soggy diaper. Smiling as she held him up with kicking little legs, "You're determined to try again."

She stood up and bent them over so his toes touched the green grass. Those tiny fingers holding on to hers as he was steadied, "I wish, Brody, your Daddy was here to catch you. Ready?"

His fingers let go and he started to lift a chubby leg and put the bare foot down laughing and did it again. Stephanie was so focused on her son and his first steps, she never noticed the Cuban hands he fell into at first.

Her blue eyes lifted up and soft chocolate one were looking back. Ranger's body mimicked hers as slowly, unsure, she stood up.

"You're wet," whispering seeing Brody's still damp body was wetting the T-shirt covering the chest he was held against.

"No, I'm Carlos. I'm home, Babe," wrapping his other arm around her and losing himself in her lips.

Another winter day has come

And gone away

In even Paris and Rome

And I want to go home

Let me go home

And I'm surrounded by

A million people I

Still feel all alone

Oh, let me go home

Oh, I miss you, you know

Let me go home

I've had my run

Baby, I'm done

I got to go home

Let me go home

It will all be all right

I'll be home tonight

I'm coming back home