For Annie, who had me cracking up because of this. No copyright infringement intended!

Creative Juices

By Katrin

Bobby's POV

Today was one of these days that seemed to never end. We were stuck in meetings all day and if that wasn't bad enough our uniforms weren't good enough. No, the occasion called for suite and dress shirts. Sure, the jacket gave enough places to hide weapons for a small army. But damn, these slacks were restricting.

To make matters worse the boss had called Steph to sit in and play the dumb secretary and take notes. Problem was she was dressed in a tight little suit that showed off her assets. Little did our clients know that Steph wasn't taking notes on the conversation but on things she thought were important to figure out this whole clusterfuck, like their body language, how they acted towards each other. Ranger was hoping our clients would talk around her and tell her stuff they didn't tell us.

We were all wired with mics and earpieces in the hopes of catching every tidbit of information we could get on these guys.

After what seemed like forever the meeting was finally wrapped up and we headed back to RangeMan where, you guessed it, another meeting was waiting for us. We were on a tight schedule so there wasn't even enough time to change into some decent clothes.

This time the meeting was to come up with a better work schedule. Steph'd said she might be able to make some adjustments so we'd be more effective. To make that happen Ranger had ordered all of us into the conference room. I had no idea how he'd planned to do it.

"Babe, I'd like you to outline a general idea for us."

Steph nodded and stood up to join him on the board. He gave her a fat marker and took his seat again.

Steph stared at the board for a minute or two, gnawing her lower lip. Then she turned around and looked at every single one of us.

"Damn, I'm stuck. Someone needs to get my juices flowing."

Everybody stared at her, a few jaws were hitting the floor and Steph turned a crimson red.

"Uh. God, I didn't just say that, did I?"

Everybody was awestruck. She didn't just say that, did she?

"Whatever blows your dress up, and I mean that literally. What you got on underneath there, Beautiful?" Les asked her. "I'd love to help you out, but I'm kinda afraid for my health here. Maybe the boss could help you." And he looked over at Ranger.

Ranger stood up and swept her off her feet. "I'm gonna take care of Steph's problem. Tank, I'm offline for the rest of the day. We'll handle the schedule some other day."

With that he strode out of the room. As soon as they'd cleared the door laughter erupted. Only the Bombshell. She knew how to safe a boring day.

Lester looked over at me. "I did hear her right, didn't I?"

"Uh-uh."

"And I offered to get her off."

"Uh-uh."

"Damn, Ranger's gonna have my balls on a platter."

"You've got that right."

Laughter erupted again and Les looked like he was about to throw up.

Hal spoke up. "Maybe you should get the utensils ready."

"Huh?"

"Block of Wood, bucket of ice, and a hatchet, Sir." Lester looked positively green now.

Looked like the meetings were ended for Les for the day. I took him down to his apartment, afraid he'd soil the conference room. Because that would definitely get him on Ranger's shit list.

5 hours later

Ranger had called us back into the conference room. Les was still in his apartment with a cold compress to his forehead.

When I walked in Ranger was talking. "Where's Santos?"

Uh-oh, the boss didn't sound like a happy camper. Maybe we should ship Lester off to some third world country, for like, a decade, to give the boss time to cool off? Hmm, I'd have to talk to Tank about it.