This is my first fanfiction attempt so be gentle.
Disclaimer: None of the familiar characters are mine, they belong to Janet Evanovich.
The Past Doesn't Always Stay There
My name is Marni. I'm about 5'2" with long brown hair and dark green eyes. Well, 5'5" with my kick-ass boots on, and they are usually on. I'm petite and curvy, but what I lack in height I more than make up for in personality. "I'm little but I'm loud", well that term fits me to a t. Currently I'm a mechanic specializing in motorcycles in a small town called Bakersfield not too far off the interstate to Las Vegas. It mostly in the middle of nowhere and folks usually stop off here by accident as they are passing thru headed to somewhere else. The mechanic I work for says I'm good for business, seeing as how I'm "easy on the eyes" I bring in more business for him. Which I suppose is true, since there aren't many other 20-something unattached and attractive women in this town, somehow that makes me eye-candy. And I'm a special case because men just don't know what to think about women who know more about cars than they do. I'd been in town for about a year now, and it's time to move on. I don't like to stay in one place very long; you never know when your past is likely to catch up with you. My boss wasn't too thrilled to hear I was leaving but, he figured he'd deal and he knew from the start I wouldn't stay long. People like me rarely stay long in places like Bakersfield. I had decided to go up to New Jersey to stay with an old college friend of mine, Stephanie Plum. I sure miss her. I haven't seen her in years, but we keep in touch pretty regular. She tells me her latest hair-brained scheme or crazy stalker story or blown-up car story, she has a very interesting life these days. Stephanie is a BEA (or bounty hunter) with wildly curly brown hair and a heart of gold. She likes to see the good in people and is one of the few people I actually trust, I always tell her where I'm moving to next and my latest drama. But, she needs someone to watch out for her better and I need somewhere new. So, I'm going to go visit and if I can find a job I'm thinking about sticking around for a while, maybe we'll get an apartment together. I was thinking about all of this while packing up the last of my stuff, I already shipped my shoe collection to Stephanie seeing as how I can't fit 15 pairs of shoes and 3 pairs of boots on my motorcycle with me, when my boss called me.