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Chapter 1: A Year
Wow, I'm shocked. My cozy apartment hasn't changed at all since I've been gone. I'm Stephanie Plum, I'm thirty - something years old. Come on, do you really think I'm gonna give out my age. Well, anyways I've been gone for a year. After the Ranger wannabe incident I decided I needed to get good. I was sick of all of the stalkers and crazies. I didn't want that kind of life but I still wanted my job. So, I called up my uncle who was in the military and told him that I wanted to train so I could be better at my job. I wanted to be a better bond enforcement agent a.k.a a bounty hounter. It's a crazy job and I hate it sometimes but it's my life and it has its perks. I couldn't live without it. Sorry, going off topic here.
Well, anyways my uncle Dave called up a buddy of his, Adrian Cross, who called up his son, Ryan Cross. Ryan was in the Rangers once. He agreed to train me. God only knows why? I was only allowed to contact one person and I chose my father. He was the only one that knew I left before I left with the exception of Vinnie. I had to tell him so he'd hold my job. When I got to Arizona, which was where Ryan lived he sat me down and told me his life story. He has gone through so much. He gave me a choice to go home or to stay. I stayed. Ryan even threw in so many precautions so no one could even find me. He it made it seem like I was in five continents at once. He's crazy but he is so cool and respectful.
Oh yeah, Ryan is absolutely gorgeous. He's about 5'7" with dirty blonde hair, piercing blue eyes, an eight pack, etc. Ryan has taught me so much. I know how to use almost every gun imaginable. You can hand me one, even a sniper gun and a rocket launcher and I can fire it with ease. Which means I am now also comfortable carrying a gun with me now. I can hack into any mainframe I want, including the FBI, CIA and Homeland Security. I can run a five minute mile which is a miracle. I wake up every morning at 5:00 to go running.I can easily spot and lose a tail.Most of all I can fight. I know kung fu, karate, and ninja. He taught me lockpicking 101 (yay me) and how to hotwire cars and bikes. I can plant bombs and disable a few simple ones. I can use almost anything as a weapon from a fork to a knife to a blackjack.
After a long, hardworking year, Ryan told me I could go home. I screamed and jumped up and down with joy. I was so happy, I kissed him. I kissed Ryan and the amazing thing is he kissed me back. For about the first six months that I was there I thought about Ranger and Joe a lot. I thought maybe I should've told them but Dad promised me he would tell them for me. After the first six months they started to fade from my mind, not completely but I'm over them and I'm over them sharing me like a toy. Ry knew all about Ranger and Joe and everone in my life. The night that Ryan told me I could leave was amazing. I spent it with Ry (that's my nickname for him). He made me feel special and wanted and loved.
He told me that he loved me and saw me off to plane back home to Trenton. I convinced him to come up and visit with the gang once I got settled back in. He agreed.
"Anything for my angel." Ryan said.
So here I am. In Trenton, New Jersey, putting my stuff down in my old apartment and getting ready to go over to my parents. God speed to me.
A/N: I hope you like it. It's my first story. If you wanna review, please do so. I won't force you. I'm open for any suggestions. If you wanna ask questions I will answer them as best as I can.