Title: twelve on the dot
Preview: based after E.O.T., Ranger and Morelli have had enough trouble dealing with each other liking the same woman will a third take them over the edge?
Note: this is my first fanfic so don't flame me, it will have at least 13 chapters but I'm going slow
Disclaimer: this shit belongs to Janet Evonovich, except for Bj, he is mine.
Chapter 1
Hi, my name Is Benjamin James "Hawkeye" Goswick, and I got the name "Hawkeye" in the marines for astounding accuracy and being able to notice very small things, I am also known as BJ, and the occasional rude Remark. I am in my 30's, 6 feet 4 ½ feet tall, an ex-marine that served from 1988-1996, and a Texan. I exited the plane at the Newark airport, found my luggage, got my truck from the cargo guys, and trucked for the hotel I registered at in Trenton until I found more permanent accommodations. When I found the hotel, I was exhausted.
" Shit, that plane ride kicked my ass"
When I was about to hit the sack, I remembered why I bought a paper
'Stupid me' I thought 'I'll need a job!'
Thumbing threw the paper, finding an article on a "Stephanie plum" thinking 'she seems like a hoot and a half', I found an interesting ad in the paper from a "Vincent Plum Bonding Agency" requiring the services of an individual to be a "Bond Enforcement Agent" or bounty hunter.
When I went to bed it was near midnight.
I woke up with a mission; so I dressed in desert camo pants, tan shirt, brown boots, and a belt with my cell phone, combat knife, and my .45 colt 1911 with spare clips. Don't worry about me carrying, I had a federal firearms license, owning license, and carrying concealed license. When I found the office before lunch, I went in to find a regular reception area with a desk in-front of a door, and beside it a bunch of file cabinets with files everywhere, But the cabinets, occupying the desk was an Italian woman that had looked a good couple of years older than me and behind the cabinets was an
extra-large size black woman in a small size mini-skirt with red hair.
"What do you need?" the Italian woman asked
" I was thinking I could talk to your boss about the bond enforcement job."
"Sorry, he is out. Why don't you wait here until he comes back, by the way my name is Connie Rosolli and that is Lula, what's your name?"
" BJ OR Hawkeye will do" I stated
" It's a good thing you came on account of that me and Stephanie cant get all these skips on our own" Lula said
" Glad to be of service, little lady" I said in a Texan accent then I smiled at her.
"Who is Stephanie?"
"She is a kick ass bounty hunter" Lula answered
I heard a door open and close behind me.
"Speak of the devil" Lula reported
I turned around to see a woman with a 5 foot 7 inch frame that was my age with brown curly hair and blue eyes walk over give several receipts to Connie and sit down on a couch I did not see earlier and rest her head on the back of the couch, she was tired.
"Who is the new guy?" she asked
" BJ, and I'm here to apply for the bond enforcement job" "my name is Stephanie Michelle plum." she said as she got up to shake my hand. "Nice to meet you Stephanie" I replied returning the handshake. As soon as we both sat back down a weasel of a man entered through the door at the front.
"What are all you doing sitting around, find those FTA's!" " You the boss here?" I asked. "Yes, why do you ask?" "I want to apply for the bond enforcement job." I said my most polite voice, barely avoiding calling him a weasel, "you're hired! Now find some FTA's" the weasel man said as he scurried to his office behind Connie. "FTA's, what are FTA's?"
"FTA is bounty hunter speak for failure-to-appear" Stephanie said as she handed me some folders. "And we catch them?" "Yes, we do." she answered.
"Have you had any lunch yet?" I inquired
"No, why do you ask?"
"I was hopping you could give me help over lunch."