This is just an idea that popped into my head while I was working on the other story. I just thought I'd throw it up, and see what you guy's thought. Let me know if its worth continuing.

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Grandma Mazur's POV

Old bat my ass. Ha! I am not old. They say your as old as you feel. Well I'm here to tell you I feel 30, so there for people, I am 30. Last week I had marched into Vinnie's bonds office and demanded him to give me a job or I'd tell his father in law about all his little trysts with that ugly little slut we all love to hate, Joyce. Vinnie had paled, and I had secretly smiled, and did a mental happy dance.

Now I was in charge of stake outs. He gave me pictures, and info on people, and me, and my partner who I got to pick, someone with a license since I didn't have one. We would sit out side the given addresses, and watch for the lucky jackass of the hour, and call either Stephanie or Ranger, who would come and do the arresting bit.

Your probably wondering who my partner is. I bet your thinking. 'I wonder who the lucky bastard is that gets to team up with Grandma Mazur.' Well the lucky bastard is none other than my son in law, Frank. Yep, you copied that right. I know it seems like we don't like each other, but when it comes down to it we are family, and family stay's together. Besides he has a license, and I threatened to move back to his house if he didn't do it.

"There's the Jackass of the hour," Frank said as Jorge Burley, a 80 something year old man who had pissed on a cop car, and then proceeded to slug the cop after he finished, came into view he was just getting home.

"I say we take this one. Stephanie is probably in bed, and anyone Ranger sends is likely to give the old Jackass a heart attack," I said.

"Go ahead, and go for it Tiger, I'll be right here waiting for you to get back," Frank said shaking his head.

"Fine, chicken shit," I said, and pulled out my 45. Now here was the love of my life. This baby right here is why I was team Ranger. He had given me this baby for Christmas. God bless that mans heart. I loved the feel of the cold metal in my hands. Ranger had my last name engraved on the handle, going down the side of the handle it reads, MAZUR, in fancy curvy letters.

"Edna, put that gun away. The man's 87 for Christ sakes, he's about as dangerous as a kitten," Frank said.

"Some kittens are evil! They scratch you up," I said. " I'll be back, here take this," I said handing him my old 45. "Now if someone gives you trouble you just show them that, and they will run scared. On the off chance that they don't, pull the trigger that should scare them."

"Damn Old Bat," Frank said shaking his head.

"Stupid, spoiled Bastard," I said shocking him. I got out, and approached old Jorge. He saw the gun, and decided to go along with me. To bad, I would have liked to use my gun.

Frank drove us to the cop shop, to drop Jackass Jorge, off and I took him in. I left my baby in the car. Cops didn't like old people with guns. They don't know how to live.

"Hey, Grandma Mazur," Eddie said dropping a kiss on my cheek.

"Well, hey, Little Eddie, how's the job going tonight?" I asked smiling up at the young man who had spent a lot of time with Stephanie during elementary up through high school.

"Really slow. You're granddaughter came in earlier, and surprised us all when she was clean as a whistle. Not a speck of dirt on her," Eddie said smiling. "Of course if she had come in covered in garbage, the day may have been a little more exciting, but it's flat lined."

"The only excitement I got all day was getting Frank to say more than 3 words, and say them clear with out mumbling or grunting. I swear that fools about as fun to talk to as a wall," I said.

"I hear ya, I'm bout ready to die of boredom," Eddie said.

"Yeah, well I better go before Frank, dies, the man has the patients of a monkey," I said rolling my eyes.

"Night, Grandma Mazur," He said.

"Night, Little Eddie, you get any hot action let me know all the juicy details, you got my number," I said, and left.

"Bout damn time woman, what took so long, Jorge break his hip on the way in?" Frank ask after I was in the car.

"No, you dip stick. I ran into Eddie, we were having a nice little chat," I said.

"Oh yeah? What about? Guns and cookies?" He grumbled starting the car.

"You know Grandma Bell owes me a favor don't make me use it on you," I said shooting him a warning glance.

"Damn woman," he grumbled.

So we were back to grumbles, and mumbles. I was happy when we got back to the apartment building where Steph use to live. Now that her, and Ranger had moved in together Stephanie no longer needed he apartment so she handed it over to me. I was glad to get out of my daughters house. God love her, but the woman's a control freak, and if I had to listen to her bash Stephanie's, Ranger, one more time I was going to become not so motherly. The guy was hot. My granddaughter finally brought home a winner, and her mother bashes him. I raised that brat better. Sometimes I want to strangle her, hey, I brought her into the world, I can take her out. I don't give a damn what the law has to say bout it. Ungrateful twit is what she is.

Ranger has done nothing, but keep our girl safe. He has loved her, protected her, hell the man almost died for her, and his daughter as well. He went on missions for the government, and risked his life to keep our country safe. How much of a better man did she want. Hell Frank liked the guy. That had to say something right there its self.

I let myself in to my apartment, my 45 drawn and ready for action. Hey this was Stephanie's old apartment she use to get all kinds of creepers around here. I went through out the apartment, deemed it creep free and then locked up, and got ready for bed. Tomorrow was a new day. I wondered what all those hot juicy men Ranger had working for him were doing, kind of wished I had called Ranger to send one to get Jorge so maybe I could have ridden along with them to the cop shop. Oh well there was always tomorrow, and my dreams.

Stephanie's POV

Eddie called me this morning and told me Grandma had brought in an old man last night. It mad me smile. Grandma had threatened to tell Vinnie's Father in-law about his cheating ways if he didn't give her a job. So he'd come up with something. We had been surprised when she had picked my father to be her surveillance partner, but I was guessing she threatened him into it. Grandma was just crazy, but I loved her. She supported everything I did, and that meant the world to me. She loved Ranger, she supported our relationship where my mother bashed and tore it to shreds. She thought Ranger was a thug, nothing but a gang banger. She didn't know the man that he was. The man I saw in him.

Ranger would do anything to keep me safe, he has killed to keep me safe. He has taken bullets for me. I shivered whenever I think about it. I loved him. He loved me to. Life was so much better, and sweeter now that we were together.

Joe was out of the picture, having taken a job in Arizona 6 months ago. Last I heard he was engaged to a teacher. I hoped it worked out, for the both of them. Joe had seemed to have beaten the Morelli men ways. He's a good man. He's just not the man for me. Joe wanted a calm house wife, and that wasn't me. As crazy as my job is, I love it.

I was on my way to the bonds office, I was accompanied by a box of donuts. I love donuts. Lula and Connie did to, that's why I always get a dozen. I pulled up, and got out of the car pulling the box out with me.

Lula was sitting on the couch talking to, Connie, who was painting her nails a mind blowing red. They stopped talking the minute I walked in leading me to believe that I had been the topic of the conversation.

"What's up?" I asked.

"White Girl, as much as I hate to be the one to tell you this, you being my best friend, and all. Its my job as a best friend to tell you what I heard the bitch Joyce telling one of her other sluty friends," Lula said, looking like she wished she was anyone else at the moment. It was just a wild guess, but I wasn't going to be happy. I noticed Lula was wearing Black pants with a red shirt. It was plain. Really to plain, for her.

"Why aren't you all dazzled up to day Lula?" I asked.

"I was running late, and just had to throw this together," she said. "Anyways lets not get side tracked. Like I said I heard Joyce talking to her friend. She was talking about Batman." I tensed up, and my eyes squinted.

"What was she saying?" I asked.

"Well, basically she want's in Batman's Pants, but she knows that wont happen. At least not anytime soon, so she is going to go for one of your 'Merry Men' she is hopping after a while she can work her way up to Batman. I also heard her telling her friend how she saw you kissing Tank and planned on telling that to Batman." Lula said giving me a questioning look. I rolled my eyes.

"We were working, we had to spy on a man and he walked by, Tank grabbed me, and kissed me until the guy went by. That was it. It meant nothing. In fact it felt like I was kissing my brother, and Ranger knows about the kiss because we gave a full report," I said.

"As long as it was just for work I guess I can let you live," Lula said and I rolled my eyes.

"It's something I don't have plans to repeat. Not that Tanks a bad kisser it's just that he's like a brother to me," I said. "All the guy's are like brothers to me, and because that's how I feel about them I am going to go school them in Joyce 101. I don't want any of them getting entangled with her, she's a money thirsty whore."

"I think I would like to sit in on this Lecture," Lula said as we made our way out to my car. "Maybe we can get the guys to play with Joyce a little."

"If they see it our way, if not I can always call Grandma Mazur, for back up. She's on for another surveillance shift this evening. She's doing really good on this job," I said.

"I love Grandma, she crazy," we headed off to hay wood to talk to my guy's please let them see it my way. It's for their own good. I was going to talk to the married men to cause Joyce is a home wrecker. I didn't want her ruining any of my guy's homes or families. As far as Ranger went well, it be a cold day in hell before he'd ever even touch her. I wasn't going to let her try to take my man from me. Ranger was mine, just as I was his that wasn't going to change. It be fun if the single guys would be willing to play with Joyce a little. We pulled into the parking garage, and got out.

"Well, here we go," I said, looking at Lula. We moved towards the elevator to go up to five to get started schooling the guy's.

"This should be fun. Even more so if we got to call grandma in," Lula said. We both smiled and when the elevator came we climbed in, punched the button for the 5th floor, and waited as the elevator started its climb. Well I was torn between hoping I got through to them, and wanting to call in Grandma to watch them squirm. Maybe some wouldn't cooperate so I would have to call in reinforcements.

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