I don't make any money and I am just trying to have some fun. This is my first so please be nice? I love some constructive Critism, but flames are just mean. PS, if you couldn't tell by the name, I am a BABE all the way, so hang in there ladies, this is for all you Babes. Cupcake fans bear with me, Joe is a good guy and he is portrayed as so in this story.


Prologue—

Stephanie's POV- 3 weeks

I have done a lot of stupid things in my life, but this one definitely takes the cake. I have jumped off garages thinking I could fly, I blackmailed my cousin Vinnie into giving me a job as a bounty hunter, I have blown up cars and funeral homes, I have been threatened, stalked, and tortured, but never once really ran away. Now here I am running away from a little pink stick.

My name is Stephanie Plum and up until today I was a Bond Enforcement Agent, or for those of you who watch too much TV, a Bounty Hunter. The two men in my life were now officially out of it. I broke up with Joe Morelli, my on again off again boyfriend, because he wanted more from me than I was willing to give.

Then, I slept with my mentor, Ricardo "Ranger" Manoso. It was everything that I dreamed and more. He once joked about ruining me for all other men, but he doesn't realize that he really did. The next morning he tells me to fix things with Morelli. What was the point of ruining me if all he was going to do was send me off to who he ruined me for?

After a few more stalkers and kidnappings I think Ranger came around. He gave me a job at Rangeman as I looked for his daughter. He even admitted to caring about me. Well the words he used were a little different, but it all meant that he cared. I finally met his daughter while being kidnapped by a crazy man who wanted to be Ranger. Eventually I escaped and the real Ranger was almost killed by the crazy wannabe in my apartment right in front of me. That was it for me. I finally told Joe that I loved him and realized that I loved Ranger too. Joe and I decided that we weren't really in love with each other and he told me that I should try things with Ranger.

So I did. I headed over to Ranger's apartment. Ranger said that he was dessert and could never be the base of my food pyramid, but I showed him with some cleverly placed birthday cake that dessert was the base of my food pyramid. The next morning Ranger was different. He seemed withdrawn and after two weeks I had decided that he was avoiding me. And then he left for Miami to visit his daughter. That was a week ago.

Last night I took a pregnancy test and it was positive. That was the moment that my life started to spiral out of control. That brings us to today. Today I woke up to Dillon knocking on my door. I knew that it wasn't some psycho, because they just break in. Dillon is the only one who ever knocks.

He didn't look good. "What's up Dillon?"

"Jeeze Stephanie. I don't know how to tell you this." He wouldn't look at me. He just kept looking at the ground. I started to get worried.

"Well, due to all of the gunfire and cops in here and all of the things that have been happening, the owners have decided to evict you. You have forty-eight hours to get your stuff out of here. I'm sorry Stephanie." He looked genuinely sorry. I just slid down the wall and sat on the floor. I was homeless. I was pregnant and homeless. No matter what happened in my life there was always my apartment. After I broke up with Joe I went back to my apartment. No matter how many psychos stalked me I had my apartment to hide in. There was always a place for me to go after I blew up one of my cars. Now I had nothing. No where to go.


Tell me what you think! I hope it wasn't terrible.