If you're wondering (but I'm sure you aren't) I'm done with my other story, already bwaha! It's true. I have the rest of the chapters already written out. BOOYAH. So no harm done right? Nope.

Full Summary: When Stephanie bumps her heard, she awakens to amnesia and a world she can't remember. She then finds herself getting lured in two very different directions by two very different men. Will she choose the down to Earth, handsome Joe Morelli or the destructive, sexy Ranger? But I think the real question here is: If you had the chance to choose between the two loves of your life, would you pick the same choice or take a chance at something new?

Prologue

To be completely honest; I've been through some pretty rough things over the last few years. You could probably expand that time frame and add in my teenage years and childhood as well. It probably started from the day I wished to be an angel and grow wings was when my life started to go downhill. For one, I learned that no five year old would ever grow wings. No matter how hard you strained and prayed. It just wasn't possible. But that didn't stop me from trying to reach the impossible. That didn't stop me from heading towards the path I thought was right even though I could see it was shadowed with pain and torment and that I'd trip and fall on huge, boulders of rocks along the way. Some I barely managed to get back up from.

But that was me: Stephanie Plum.

Not completely logical, not always assertive, not always the most competent but definitely willing to try anything that could save me from debt, jail time or any other unspeakable places I might end up in.

That's the reason why, when I lost my job a while back, I decided to squeeze my ass into my cousin's Bond office and demand I get a job less he wanted his dirty laundry aired. As I looked back on it now, I knew I should have just taken the job at whatever factory my mother had suggested but, again, my stubbornness came into effect. I was determined to get back up on my feet without anyone's help.

"I'm freezing my ass off out here!"

Now don't you call me a hypocrite. I said I wanted to get back on my feet without assistance and I accomplished that. I never said I would completely disregard all offers.

The woman who was freezing her ass off beside me, crouched in the bushes, was none other than my partner-in-crime, Lula. I met her a while ago, back when she was a 'ho for lack of a better word. Now, she filed for my cousin, Vinnie, at his Bonds office. Or, more specifically, she tagged along with me to catch FTAs.

This brings me back to my beginning point: about being through a lot of rough things. And I can honestly say that, if it hadn't had been for this job, then none of those hard times would have happened. But then again, I had chose this road. This dangerous, rocky, bumpy, crazy road and I was still traveling down it with one of my tires busted.

I was a bounty hunter. Yes, you heard right. Bond enforcement, if you wanted to get technical. To sum it up; I tracked down people who missed their court dates and dragged them back. They were labeled FTAs because it stood for 'Failure to Appear'.

At the moment, Lula and I were stalking out one of them through his window. It was dark. It was raining. It was chilly. It was the wrong day to be spying in bushes through a window. But this was my house on the line. I needed to catch a skip or I'd owe three months of rent. The building super, Dillon, was already cutting me a huge break. Probably because I was the only one below eighty eight who lived in the apartment.

The infuriating thing was that instead of being here, I could have been back at home, in my bed.

"Can't we just run up, kick the door down and bust him?" Lula asked, rubbing her arms. She was dressed in a skin tight, leopard print ensemble. It wouldn't have looked that bad if she wasn't at least a million pounds too big for it.

I considered her plan. It was a good one but there was one problem: neither of us knew how to kick down a door.

"Let's wait for him to come outside." I suggested.

"Why would he come outside!?" Lula asked. "It's raining. We shouldn't even be outside. We should have taken off on account of the rain."

"We can't take off."

"Yeah huh. Bounty hunters do it all the time."

I gave her a raised eyebrow. "Like when!?"

"Like forever."

I ignored her and turned my eyes back towards the window. "Oh...hey, where'd he go?" I started to flick my eyes around the little peephole we had cut out in the red, wood fence. Lula snorted from beside me.

"He probably went to bed. Can we go now?"

"Not yet." I told her, staring up at the rather large tree looming over us. I smiled slowly and stood up, tip toeing over to it although my footsteps were pretty much silent in the downpour.

"What are you doing!?"

"I'm going to look and see where he is." I explained to her, reached the trunk of the tree, spit into my hands and wiped them together. This wouldn't be too hard, I coached myself. I use to do this all the time when I was a little kid. Climbing trees was second nature to me. I instantly realized that my thoughts were so far from the truth, God should have struck me. I fell off the tree as a child and it didn't look like I'd have better luck as an adult.

"You can't climb that tree." I heard Lula said with a scoff below me while I scaled it. I was doing pretty well for someone so out of shape. I had my arms around it and was kicking up with my feet. By the time I made it to the top where the branches were, my thighs ached, my stomach hurt and I was out of breath.

I dared a look down at Lula to shoot her a smile and then slowly reached out for a branch. Slowly...slowly...I grabbed it, inched upwards, and swung my legs around to straddle it. For a moment, I lost my balance and thought I'd fall off but I quickly regained it. I breathed in and out, calming the panic in my chest and waiting for it to go away. A beat of silence later, I shot Lula another smile but added a thumbs up this time.

"See? No sweat!"

CRACK.

My eyes widened and I froze. I saw Lula's eyes get big as well and her mouth came open.

CRACK.

That's not what I think it is. That's not what I think it is. That's not what I think it is. That's not what I-

CRACK.

The branch finally buckled and gave way under my weight. I saw the ground rush up to meet me and then nothing but white flashes of pain glittered before my eyes. In the background I heard a very faint voice say,

"See? I told you to lay off those doughnuts."

That was the last thing I remember before darkness clouded my mind and subdued me.

So, what do you think? Would you like to read more?

PS: I'm thinking about changing POV's of the main characters starting with the next chapter. Think I should? I figure it'll give me a wider variety to write, ya know? Much more fun.

Smiles and giggles until next time.