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A/N: I have no freaking idea what I am doing with this story. This one little short keeps coming up in my dreams at night and I need to banish it into writing. If you like, I'll continue. If not...I might continue anyway. Ha! Can't stop me, I'm the one with the keyboard...anyway...

I had enough! I couldn't take Morelli's constant whining anymore. When we had first started again, he had been infuriating, and deadly sexy. Lately, his sexy persona had been lost in his, "I hate your job, stay away from ranger," bulshit! Okay, so we had started off this morning with a little bit of a fight. I had been chasing an FTA down a backalley when I landed in a HUGE pile of decomposing garbage, and things I never wanted to know about ended up all over me. Ranger, AKA Batman, slipped in and stole me home to clean me off. Unfortunatlly, Ella hadn't been prepared with clean underwear and I had ended up with Ranger's option. He had seductively whispered in my ear that I should wear his silk boxers instead, and then proceeded to tell me the fantasies I'd leave him with. Of course, being sensible, I had gone cammando. Unfortunatlly, Morelli was home and in the mood. I tried to sneak away quietly and obtain underwear, but with one whisk of his wrist I stood naked and cammando-exposed for Morelli to see. Needless to say, he didn't trust my story. So with our temper's raging and a lot of italian hand flying, I left him. Not that that would be exciting news, it happened every four to six months.

I found the nearest bar. Now normally I wasn't much of an alcohol dependent person, but Mary Lou was busy. Being there was no way I was drinking alone with Grandma Muzar, I went to the bar by myself. I have to say that I probably shouldn't drink when I'm that pissed off because next thing I knew I was a little more tipsy then I first intended. Problem was, there was no one to take me home and I didn't really have money for a cab. I took a deep breath and called Ranger.

"Yo," came his voice.

"I kind of need a lift," I said.

I heard the smile in his voice, "Babe."

And then he disconnected. The fact that he didn't ask where I was, that was slightly firghtening. I passed it off. When something bothers you, best not to think about it. Ranger was taking kind of a long time so I ordered another drink, and then another. And during these six or eight more drinks I started thinking.

"Probably I should be with Ranger anyway," I was telling some drunk beside me later on, "I mean being that I'm always getting myself in trouble, and let's be honest, Batman has always protected me. It would save a lot in his entertainment budget if he just was there in the first place," the drunk remained silent, so I took that as a sign he was listening, "Probably Morelli was a mistake in the first place. Probably Ranger has a naked..."

I stopped short because Ranger had sat down on the stool beside me and was giving me an inquisitive look, "Babe..." I thought I might have heard a little concern, but mostly ammusment.

I was really excited to see him, "Ranger!"

I leapt into his arms and giggled when he caught me.

"Babe?" Ranger questioned.

"I'm fine," I dismissed him with my hand, "Hey!"

I ran at some guy with full spiked hair. There was purple, red, and green spikes all over his head. I stared dumbfounded.

"What's the matter?" The guy questioned me, "Haven't you ever done anything wild in your day?"

I shook my head, "Well, my cousin, Vinnie, got drunk and had sex with a parrot once. I was just wondering if you were his kid."

Ranger grabbed my hand and hustled me out the door quickly hiding a laugh, "Let's go, babe."

"Ranger, I have a confession," I said as Ranger buckled me into the seat.

"Babe, confessions probably aren't a good idea right now."

I placed my finger on his lip, "Shh, just listen," Ranger started the vechile and began driving, "I've always thought you were hot Ranger, with a capital H. I just haven't been able to tell you that bluntly. Truth be told, you're scary," Ranger raised his eyebrow at me, "Not scary like kill scary, scary like own me scary..." I trailed off, "What was I saying?"

Ranger smirked, "You were saying you wanted me to own you."

I smiled, "Yeah, that too."

We pulled into the Rangeman building and Ranger guided me by the elbow through the garage.

"Bomber," I heard Les call, "Bomber girl, we missed you."

I launched myself from Ranger into Les, "Lessie. Take me home big boy."

Les raised his eyebrows at Ranger, "She drunk?"

"wasted," Ranger answered.

"I am not," I stomped my foot twice for emphasise and then got ammussed by the sound of my foot stomping momentarily.

I felt Les' arm slide around me, "Well, Steph, I'll be at the office late tonight. Real late..."

"Santos!" Ranger snapped and grabbed me possesivly to take me up to the seventh floor.

When we got in the house I grabbed Ranger by the shirt and hauled him to my lips. Ranger pushed me away slightly and carried me to the bed.

"Hey, where'd the ground go?" I asked confused.

He laid me on the bed and smiled at me, "Babe, get some rest." and he headed for the door.

"Don't you want sex?" I figured direct was the Ranger way.

"Thanks, Babe," Ranger smirked, "But I'll "own you" in the morning."

I woke up the next morning to the sound of trains crashing in my head. I felt little men with axes hacking away at my brain and someone had stuffed my mouth with cotten during my sleep. I could feel Ranger smiling from the end of the bed.

"Fuck off," I told him.

"Good morning," Ranger chuckled handing me a bottle of water and a couple of asprin, "Here take this."

I opened my eyes a crack and moaned, "Did I make a complete fool of myself last night?"

"It's okay, Babe. I saved you from yourself."

I smiled, "You're always saving me."

Ranger ripped back the curtains and I screamed before burying my face into the pillow, "Ranger, turn out the sun!"

I heard him chuckle, "Babe, I got to go to a meeting and you should go to the office. Meet me back here for supper at six and we'll talk about why I found you three sheets to the wind, by yourself, and on a monday evening," he brushed a kiss across my neck and whispered huskly, "And then later, I'll show you just how much I own you."

"Own me?" I questioned agrivated.

"Yes, Babe. But will talk about it at six."

I know he was trying to be sexy but my hangover was making me irratible, "You don't own me, Ranger."

Ranger smiled, "Really?" He bent his head to my stomach and began carresing my hip with his tounge, trailing kisses towards my lower region. My nipples contracted and he squeezed the right one lightly through my shirt. I arched my hips into his hungry mouth and urged his mouth to go further south. He had my pants off in seconds and his mouth consumed me. I moaned at the pure bliss. He was massaging with his tongue, for what felt like, hours when I began to beg.

"Ranger please," I mumbled.

He smiled, "Admit it Stephanie. Admit your mine."

I thought this was a little coniving so I jumped out of bed and grabbed my bottoms, "You sick, twisted, son of a bitch..."

He pulled me into him again and kissed me hard.

So, I did what any angry hangover sensible woman would do, I smacked him.

Holy shit, I just slapped batman!