**Years ago I wrote a short called 'Opie's visit to Trenton'. This is kind of a sequel. If you haven't read her first visit, you might want to. Read..review.**

"Remember…call me when you want to come again."

"I will. Thank you Diesel." I said, before the whole room disappeared and I slipped into unconsciousness.

I slowly flipped the white card around over and over in my hands, staring at the lettering as I replayed our last conversation. I had been over a year since I was thrust in the fantasy world of Plum by Diesel. If it weren't for the card, and the text message (which still sat in my saved messages file) I would have thought that I had just hallucinated the entire situation.

My name is Ophelia Cummings, Opie for short. I retired last year from the military, after a very rough deployment, to find my husband had spent all the money, trashed the house and took up with some slut he met at the bar. My credit had been shot by his recklessness and I was in the process of being evicted from my rat hole apartment. The divorced barely finalized and I was already sunk to my knees in debt, and depression. The only thing I had to my name was the Camaro that I had secretly paid off during the last deployment, a trunk full of clothes and an "I love me" binder with my DD214 laminated on the first page.

I was getting my mothly retirement, which wasn't a lot. I didn't have a job, and because the only job I ever head didn't qualify me for anything within my educational background I was stuck in the endless cycle of "no experience no job; no job no experience".

"Fuck it." I shook my head and pulled out phone. "I have nothing to lose."

The phone rang three times before going to voicemail.

"Figures." I thunked my head against the steering wheel. "Well, might as well get some sleep." Curling into the back seat, and locking the doors. I don't know what I am going to do, or where I am going to go but tomorrow is a new day. I pulled the blanket and pillow out and snuggled down, falling into a deep sleep.

*CLICK CLICK CLICK* A metallic sound reverberating throughout the inside of my car.

"Miss?" A deep voice followed.

I slowly opened my eyes, untangling myself from the blanket and looked at the man tapping my car window. Shit…it's a cop.

"Sorry." I called out, crawling over into the front seat and flicking the car to Auxiliary, then rolling down the windows. "I'm so sorry. I didn't realize I had slept so long. I'll just move along."

"Ma'am. I need you to step outside of the car, please." The cop was wearing crisp blues, his buttons and badge shining in the morning sun. He was mid-thirties and looked vaguely familiar. He pulled the mirrored sunglasses down to show soft hazel eyes. "Ma'am?"

"Oh, sorry." I slipped my keys into my pocket and grabbed my wallet out of my purse. Opening the door I scrambling out of the car, slipping on the curb and landing ass up on the sidewalk. "What the fuck?" I whispered. I had parked in the back parking lot of a truck stop right outside of Lansing, Michigan last night. This was NOT Michigan.

"Have you been drinking, Ma'am." Large hands gently wrapped around my arms and pulled me to my feet. He looked into my eyes, assessing my well-being.

"No." I shook my head, and looked around. "Where am I?"

"Hamilton Ave." He quirked an eyebrow. "Ma'am are you sure you're okay?"

"Yea..yea..I'm okay." He watched me closely as released my hands. "Hmmm…What city?"

"Trenton….New Jersey." He pulled out his radio. "Why don't we try to get you some help."

"Wait…" I pressed the palm of my hand into my forehead. "I'm sorry officer. I was just groggy after falling asleep. Of course I know where I am. Umm…isn't there a deli around here?"

"Yep." He smiled. "Giovichinnis is just a block down. I was on my way there for lunch. I can walk you down there if you would like."

"Sure." I smiled and pulled my purse out from the front seat, stuffed my wallet into it and locked up the doors. "I appreciate it."

"I haven't seen you around here." The cop said as we began our walk down the sidewalk. "My name is Steve. Steven Olmney."

"That sounds familiar. I'm Opie Cummings." I said, pulling out my cellphone. I sent Diesel a quick text. "I am not from here. I am just here visiting I guess." I sighed. "Actually, I am not really sure why I am here. The last time I was here, it wasn't a very pleasant experience."

"Well, this city can be a pain in the ass, Opie." He chuckled. "But it's a good place, with good people."

I laughed. "Yeah, not the ones that I met."

"Who were you here to visit?" He asked, pointing to the left as we reached the corner. "It's just down here."

"I don't know." I sighed, pushing my phone back into my pocket. "The only ones that were nice to me was Morelli and Constanza." I laughed, pushing the hair out of my face.

"No shit." Steve said, pushing his hand through his hair laughing. We stopped in front of small deli, and he pulled the door open and gestured me in. "They usually go to Pino's for lunch. They have good food, but I can't eat all that crap all the time."

"I don't even know if they would remember me." I laughed, making my way to the counter. My phone beeped. I quickly scooped out my phone. "Oh Thank God." A rush of relief. Diesel text me back.

'CALL ME.' Was all that it read.

"Excuse me a moment, please." I smiled and Steve nodded. I quickly called, and was thankful he picked up on the first ring.

"Opie!" Diesel's voice rang through. "Where are you at?"

"Giovichinnis." I sighed out.

"I'll be there in 5 minutes. Get me a sandwich, will ya?" And he disconnected. I shoved my phone back into my pocket and strolled up to Steve. He smiled and tilted his head towards the menu.

"So, you said my name sounded familiar?" He asked, walking up the counter. "I'd like salami on a hard roll; a small order of pasta salad and a bottle of water, please."

"It's hard to say how it sounds familiar. Maybe from Morelli." I waved it off and ordered a couple sandwiches and a pasta salad and 2 bottles of water. "How do you fit in the whole thing?" I asked Steve as we waited for our orders.

"Well, I went to school with Morelli. He was a couple years older than me, but everyone knew who he was." His order came up, and he pulled up close to me. "Would it be inappropriate for me to give you my number? I think that I would love to see you again."

"No. I would like that." I blushed, a rush of excitement and nervous heat coursed through me. He handed me his card and patted my arm as he said goodbye.

"Picking up guys already?" Diesel's voice purred into my ear. I swung around and came face to chest with him. His arms wrapped around me and lifted me off my feet. "I missed you, kiddo."

"Diesel." I laughed, wrapping my arms around his neck. "I have been contemplating calling you for months."

"You should have called me sooner." He squeezed me again, before setting me back down and tipping my chin up to look at him. "I knew that you were going through some shit, but I am not allowed to cross without permission."

"How did you get there the first time?" I asked, looking up into his beautiful green eyes.

"Well, I don't always play by the rules, but lately I have been under some pretty intense scrutiny." He smirked and pressed a kiss to my forehead. "Let's get you someplace to stay. I actually have a favor to cash in, and I think it might just be the excitement that you need."

The woman behind the counter called my name, and handed me a paper bag with the food that I had ordered. Diesel grabbed it and tossed a $100 bill into her tip jar. She gaped at him.

"Let's go, Opie." He hooked his arm around my shoulders and lead me outside and to my car. "Can I drive?"

"Sure." I fished out my keys and unlocked the doors with the remote. Diesel unhooked himself and opened the passanger door. When I got in, he handed me the bag of food and ran around to the driver's seat.

"Opie…" He looked into the backseat when he got in. "You really should've called me sooner."

"I wasn't entirely sure that you were real, and honestly the last trip was totally FUBAR." I leaned back as he took off down the street, hooked a left and stopped three blocks down. I looked up at the large brick building. "Is this what I think it is?"

"Yep." Diesel grinned, parking in the parking lot and crawling out the car. I followed, and took his hand as he held it out to me. "Don't worry. Steph is great. She really is the type of girl that you just can't help but fall in love with. She can help us get you settled and give a place to say for a little bit."

I looked around at the parking lot, looking to see if I could spot whatever POS car that Stephanie was currently driving. I smiled, noticing the rusted out explorer next to the dumpster. The exterior looked like it was spray painted with whatever colors were left in someone's garage. I jumped slightly as Diesel locked the Camaro until it honked twice.

We rode the elevator up to the second floor and walked down until we came to apartment 215. I took a deep breath as he knocked on the door. A small shriek, a thund, a couple of creatively used swear words came through the door before it was ripped open. There, standing in front of us, was Stephanie Plum.

She was exactly like the books had described. She was a couple inches shorter than me with brown curly hair twisted up in a messy ponytail. She was not tiny like I had always imagined, but looked had an average build. She was wearing a girl cut t-shirt comfortable blue jeans and sneakers.

"Oh god." She groaned, her shoulders slumping. "Jesus, Diesel, what do you want?"

"That's not a very nice way to greet me." He swept her up in a bear hug, her feet dangling off the floor. She laughed and wrapped her arms around his neck. "You know you missed me, Kid."

"I did miss you." She straightened her shirt as he placed her on his feet. "But usually when you arrive, chaos follows."

"Not this time." Diesel reached back, took my hand and pulled me into the apartment. Stephanie looked at me quizzically, her eyebrow trying to raise. "Steph, this is Opie. She is a very good friend of mine."

"Nice to meet you." She stuck out her hand. I took it and shook it.

"Nice to finally meet you too." I smiled, looking up at Diesel. "This guy sure has a lot of stories to tell you you."

"It wasn't my fault." She began, before smiling and giggling. "Okay, maybe not all the time, but usually it's not my fault."

"Actually, you have always been laid out in a very good light." Our hands dropped, and we stood in an awkward silence. Rocking back on my heels I looked up at Diesel. "So…..what now oh mighty man of mystery?"

Diesel shut the apartment door and drug me into the living room, Stephanie following. He sat, pulling me next to him and wrapping an arm around my shoulders. Steph pulled up a seat on the small coffee table in front of the couch, which squeaked and shook slightly before settling under her weight.

"Steph." Diesel began, keeping my hand in his and setting it on his lap. "Opie here didn't have a very good visit the last time that she was here. In fact, Batboy almost got his ass kicked because of it."

"Shit, what did he do now?" She rolled her eyes.

"He confined me, interrogated me and pretty much assaulted me, at least verbally." I spoke snidely, the wound still fresh. "Even his men were assholes."

"That sounds like Ranger." She chuckled and shook her head. "I'm sorry that he did that to you. He is a paranoid asshole that is for sure."

"I am going to be meeting with him tomorrow, but she needs a place to stay until I can get her settled." Diesel was rubbing the skin between my thumb and index finger. "She would be a great asset to Rangeman, and even though she is still pretty pissed off at their behavior…it's where she would rather be."

"No problem." She smiled, putting her hand on my knee. "You look like you are defeated. What happened?"

"I got back from deployment last year, and was forced to medically retire. When I got home, my bastard ex husband had emptied not only our bank accounts, but everything in the house was sold. He used the money to take his new woman on a cruise around the world. I finally got a divorce finalized, but the judge agreed with him that I was negligent and needed to not only pay him alimony, but money to pay for him to get resettled." Swallowing the lump that was forming in my throat, I sniffed. "I thought that he and I were going to be together forever. Unfortunately, he was just using me for my money, benefits and abusing the fact that I wasn't around much."

"That fucking ass!" She cried out. "My ex husband was an asshole too."

"Yeah..I know." I sniffed again, pushing down the emotions that were threatening to come out. "Dickie was more than just a name, it was who he was."

"How did you.." She started, then looked at Diesel before realization hit her. "Are you Unmentionable?"

"No." I laughed. "I wish. I am just plain old me."

"Well." She stood, putting her hands on her hips. "You know what…you need to go out and have some fun. Don't let that asshole ex husband keep you down. How about if I call my friend Lula, and we can hit up one of the new nightclubs down town? Kind of a like a celebration of your new start. Then tomorrow we can take Ranger on."

"That sounds like fun." I smiled. "I don't have anything really to wear."

"You leave that to me."

Diesel and I ate our sandwiches as Stephanie and Lula, who was called over shortly after Stephanie suggested our night out, went through her closet. While I am a few inches taller than Stephanie, we were pretty much the same size. Well, except for the fact that my boobs were a few cups sizes larger. Lula and I had the same size feet, and she had brought a ton of FMP heels as well as various accessories and make up.

"I am getting kind of nervous." I said, shoving the last bit of my sandwich into my mouth. "I am NOT a girly girl, and they seem to be throwing around stuff that I don't even know how to use."

"You will be fine." He chuckled and slugged me softly on the shoulder. "I am going to run down and get your stuff out of the car."

"Do you need any help?" I began clearing the sandwich paper and napkins off my lap to go with him.

"Nope." He pointed at the hallway. "They are going to start your transformation. Plus, I can handle it. It's not like you have a lot."

"Yeah." I shook my head. "I don't have shit."

"Opie?" Steph's voice rang through the hall from the bedroom. I stood, grabbing my bottle of water and taking a swig as I leaned against the door frame.

"Oh my god, girl. You are gonna be fucking hot!" Lula exclaimed, clapping her hands and jumping up and down. My eyes widened as her voluptuousness threatened to pop out of the lycra that was straining to maintain itself. The bed was littered with a mountain of clothing.

"You need to get into the shower." Steph took my elbow as she walked past me, dragging me into the bathroom. She dug around underneath the sink pulling out a new razor and a spare pouf. Handing them to me, she pulled a towel from the small linen closet outside of the bathroom.

"Thanks, Steph." I smiled. "I haven't had a real shower since I was evicted."

"Girl, how's your lady bits looking?" Lula's voice echoed from the bedroom. "Make sure that you tidy that shit up, you never know who's gonna be visiting, if you know what I mean."

"Oh god." I put my head in my hand, and Stephanie blushed.

"Well, I will just let you get to it." Steph left the bathroom and closed the door.

I looked in the mirror. I looked tired, and disheveled. My hair was a knotted mess of auburn curls wrapped into a bun on the top of my head. My skin, thankfully, was clear of blemishes but was still pasty and freckled. My eyes were bright green lined with thick eyelashes. I lifted my shirt over my head, noticing the weight that I had lost. Pushing off my sandals and shorts I stood in my underwear in front of the mirror.

The door opened and Diesel came in carrying my bathroom bag under his arm. He grinned and closed the door.

"Jesus, Diesel." I ground out, not bothering to cover myself. Years of being deployed and in training had made modesty nonexistent. I took the bag from him and pulled out my things. I was grateful for Stephanie offering me a razor and pouf, but frankly I felt better using my own things. "Thanks."

"No problem." He purred, looking me up and down. "Damn woman, why would you hide all that under those frumpy tshirts."

"Because of looks like that." I pointed at his face. I slipped into the shower with my things and closed the curtain, tossing my bra and panties over the curtain. "What's the plan tomorrow?"

"You have no fear." Diesel chuckled.

"Focus."

"Oh right. Well, tonight I will come out with you guys. I am not comfortable just having you run around alone without me talking to Ranger. Tomorrow, we will head over to Rangeman and kick his ass and tell him why you should be there."

"Do you really think that he is just going to roll over?" I lathered up my hair, the cherry almond sent filling the bathroom. "I mean, it's not like he was very perceptive the last time I was here."

"Don't you worry." He spoke, standing directly in front of the curtain. "Ranger and I have a past. A past that wasn't in the books. He owes me big time, and even though he doesn't act like it…it trusts me."

I rinsed my hair and ran a hand over my legs. God bless beauty school. I thought. I was able to get waxed regularly for hardly anything. I just risked being burned or scarred for life, but let's face it; it was kind of worth it. I washed my face and put conditioner in my hair as I thought about what he had just said.

"He doesn't ever seem like he enjoys seeing you around in the books." I lathered up my pouf and covered it with my almond cherry vanilla body wash. "In fact, I think I remember something about an ass cramp." I covered myself with the thick lather, breathing the scent in deeply. Man I loved this stuff. As I tipped back into the water to rinse my hair and body the curtain opened slightly.

"Damn." Diesel growled. I opened my eyes, tossing the pouf at his face. "Shit." He whimpered as it smacked dead center in his face leaving a giant mass of bubbles.

"Serves you right." I laughed, turning off the water.

"It's in my eyes." He howled as I opened the curtain all the way and wrapped the towel around my chest.

"You big baby." I pulled another towel off the shelf and gently wiped away at the bubbles that were covering his face and dripping down his chin onto his chest. "There. Is that better?"

Squinting he opened one eye. I dried off, probably giving him more of a show then I should have.

"You have no fear, Opie." He laughed, picking up the towel again and wiping off his eyes. I shrugged and wrapped the towel around my body again, and took the towel from his hands twisting my hair up in a turban.

"Diesel, more people have seen me naked then I would really like to think about." I returned my things to my bathroom bag and zipped it up. "I don't even think about it anymore."

"Well, I am glad that you don't." He wrapped an arm around my shoulders and opened the door. "That just made my day…my month…shit..my whole quarter."

"Did you.." Steph poked out of her bedroom and pointed between Diesel and I. I shook my head no and handed the bag to Diesel. "Okay, well good. I had him bring your clothes in here. Lula and I have your outfit all picked out. Why don't you sit down and we will do your hair and makeup."

"Good luck, Solider." Diesel patted my butt gently and escaped into the living room.

"Let's get this show on the road." Lula said, pulling me by the arm into the bedroom and plopping me down on the chair that had been sitting in the corner of the room.

"Oh boy."

I am surprised how long getting ready actually takes. It was two thirty in the afternoon when I walked out of the bathroom after my shower. Now, at seven we are all dressed and ready to head out on our adventure. Diesel had actually ordered a pizza a couple hours ago between his naps.

"Alright, Sexpot!" Lula called out to Diesel. "She's ready!"

I walked out of the bedroom and stopped in the hallway in front of the living room. Diesel looked over and jumped to his feet.

"Holy shit!"

I turned to look at myself in the mirror that was hanging off the back of the bathroom door.

"Holy shit!" I cried out.

I was hot! My hair was big, but not huge, with my auburn hair curling in huge loose curls down past my shoulders. My makeup was subtle, except for my eyes which were lined softly and shaded darkly. The sparkly nude dress was short. It was cut to not only give me pretty impressive cleavage, but gave really accentuated my hourglass shape. The shoes were also nude, but added a good three inches to my 5'8" frame.

"Holy shit." Diesel said again, still standing mouth agape in front of the sofa. "It looks just like you…but…holy shit."

"She is like a Barbie doll." Lula said, coming out of the bedroom wearing a zebra print spandex dress and thigh high boots. Stephanie was wearing a soft blue dress and black heels.

"If I had a body like that I would just walk around naked." Stephanie said under her breath, stuffing some pizza into her mouth. I laughed. "Shit..outside voice?"

Diesel hooked an arm around me. "Let's get this party on the road."

We took my Camaro to a flashy club and were lucky enough to get a parking spot near the door. Diesel strode, an arm around me, into the club waving at the door man. The club was just like a normal club; dark, with flashing lights, loud music and tons of bodies grinding against each other. We took a seat at the bar and ordered some drinks.

"Opie, you really do look amazing." Diesel whispered in my ear, a hand low on my back. I smiled and winked at him as I took a sip of my martini. "Wanna dance?"

Since Stephanie and Lula had already made their way onto the dance floor, I nodded. Swigging my martini I stood, adjusting my dress and took his hand. We strolled onto the dance floor, the low hum of alcohol already affecting my system. I don't drink much, and usually kept to wine. Twisting me around, Diesel pressed my back against his front and put his hand low on my stomach as we danced. I lifted my arm around the back of his neck and swayed against him to the beat of the music. I closed my eyes and breathed in his smell, enjoying being held.

When the music stopped, Diesel whispered again in my ear.

"You sure do know how to move, Opie." He kissed the space behind my ear. "I have to return a phone call, and I think the girls want you to come have another drink with them."

Stephanie and Lula were waiting at the bar, suckling another set of girly drinks. They smiled and waved as we approached them, ordering me a matching drink.

"You two look hot out there." Lula yelled out over the music. I laughed and took the drink and drinking. I was warm, but in a good way. Standing in front of Stephanie and Lula as they chatted on; I closed my eyes and swayed to the music again.

"I can't seem to take my eyes off of you." A husky voice whispered in my ear. My eyes shot open, and I could feel a large man standing behind me. "I wanted to come and get your name so I knew who I was going to be dreaming about tonight."

I turned around, coming face to face with a beautiful set of green eyes, caramel skin and dark wavy hair bleached at the tips. His muscular shoulders and chest filled out a dark green t-shirt; the sleeves straining to fit over his biceps. I looked down at his narrow hips and thick muscular legs clad in dark wash jeans before making my way back up to his face. There was a panty-melting smirk across his gorgeous face.

"Holy shit." I whispered, my mouth gaping open. "Lester."

"You know my name." He purred, resting his hand on the bar behind me and leaning in close. I breathed in, my senses overwhelmed by his intoxicating smell. "Gorgeous, tell me your name."

"Opie." I stammered out, my whole body shaking. I remembered the stone cold face he had given me the last time I was here. The tone he had used, and how terrifying it was. I squared my shoulders and tipped my chin. "We have met."

"Oh really." His hand reached out and stroked my face gently. My body betrayed me as my breath hitched and heat ran through me. "I can't imagine I was in the right state of mind…" He ran a finger over my bottom lip. My tongue nervously shot out tracing where his finger had been. He moaned, stepping in even closer and putting his lips a breath away from my own.

"You weren't very nice to me." My voice was weak and my chest heaved as flashes of what he could probably do to me assaulted my brain. I closed my eyes to regroup.

"Lester!" Stephanie shrieked, causing Les to jump away from me. My eyes flew open and I breathed out a sigh of relief.

"Beautiful." He smiled, wrapping Steph into a hug and kissing the top of her head. "You need to introduce me to your friend." He turned his gaze back to me and winked.

"Actually." Stephanie walked up next to him and swatted the back of his head with her palm.

"Ouch!" He rubbed his head. "What was that for?"

"Take a really good look at my friend, Lester." Is that the Burg Death glare? And the stance? Oh he was in trouble. Lester gulped and looked back into my eyes. I watched slowly as recognition swept across his face.

"Oh shit." He whispered.

"Yeah…oh shit." I snarled back. Trying to stamp out the hormones rushing through me from how close he still was. "You were an asshole to me."

"Wow." He ran his hands through his hair, one hand on his hip. "You're that Major that Ranger got his ass kicked over last year."

Stephanie and I both gaped.

"He is just a pussy." Diesel strolled up next to me and wrapped me under his arm. "You should really apologize, Cuz."

"You kicked Ranger's ass?" I looked at Diesel, who just grinned and shrugged nonchalantly. "Holy fuck."

"You were the one that kicked his ass?" Stephanie burst out laughing, bending over at the waist as her laughter overcame her. "Oh my god…he never told me who. He wouldn't even say what happened."

"Your name is Ophellia." Lester looked into my eyes, searching my own. I nodded and Diesel uncurled from around me and turned to order a beer. "Jesus, Ophellia, I am so sorry. I hate that you had to see me like that." He shook his head.

"Les." I smiled. "Thank you. I appreciate your apology. You were an ass."

"How about you let me try to make it up to you." He smiled, holding out his hand. "Dance with me?"

A slow song seemed to begin, as if on que. I shook my head laughing in disbelief. "Sure."

He took my hand in his and led me out to the dance floor, a hand gently on my lower back. Pulling me tightly against him, he began to sway and rock with the music. I was pressed up against his chest, my arms around his neck and his arms wrapped around my waist.

"You really are an amazing woman, Ophellia." He whispered in my ear, sending shivers down my spine. "I'm not just talking about how absolutely perfect you are physically." He ran his hand softly from my cheek, down my side and hooked around me. I let out a shaky breath. "You are just a badass female. I heard about your record."

"It wasn't that big of a deal." I shook my head and looked away. He chuckled, his chest vibrating against my own.

"And you are modest." He splayed his hands on my back as he ground into me to the music. My knees wobbled and I whimpered as another surge of heat flashed through me. That man is just too sexy for his own good. The music was slow with a heavy bass. He moved gracefully, twisting his hips against mine and causing my brain to haze over with thoughts of taking him right here on the dance floor.

"You know," Les whispered again in my ear. "I remember something you said last year."

"What was that?" I bit my lip as his lips touched my ear softly.

"You said I was your favorite Merry Man."

I pulled back and looked at his face. He was smirking again, officially decimating my panties. I blushed again and smiled.

"So, it's true?" He leaned down his lips a breath away from my own.

His eyes sparkled mischievously, as his tongue slipped out and wet his lips. I nodded minutely, following his lead and wetting my own lips. He leaned into kiss me, his eyes closing a millisecond before his lips were to touch my own.

Taking a deep breath, I pulled my knee back and nailed him in the groin. He winced and doubled over. His face, as his arms were still around me, were planted between my breasts. I leaned down a bit and whispered into his ear.

"I wanted to ride you like the stallion that you are, Lester Santos. I would have been the best fuck you ever had. But.." I nipped his ear. "You need to work for it."

I removed myself from his grasp and sauntered over to a very stunned looking Stephanie and Lula, and a giggling Diesel.

"That's my girl." Diesel handed me back my drink.

***So….should I continue? Or is this dead in the water? You may want to read over Opie's Visit to Trenton just to see why she is not fucking Les on the dance floor. Review! Let me know if you want me to continue.***