A/N: My first published story. Edits and constructive criticism are welcome. This was just an idea because I feel like Ranger is a little hurt he never got a key. I can't get Ranger right though.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. But you can't have Ranger and the Merry Men. They're mine now. MWAHAHAHAHA.
I knocked on Ranger's apartment door. It was time for me to give him a token of my feelings. He didn't need them but everyone always said it was the thought that counts, right?
Ranger opened his door and an eyebrow was raised. He stepped aside to let me through. After I came inside and I settle on the couch. Ranger stood across from me, muscled arms crossed over his chest. I thought about how I should tell him.
God, just blurt it out Stephanie and then you can run screaming into the night, Slightly Sensible Stephanie said.
"Babe," Ranger murmured.
Woops. I guess my thinking was taking to long, and he probably wondered what I was doing. Just showing up at his apartment, out of the blue.
"So, um, you know how Morelli has a key to my apartment?" I asked.
"Yes." Oh no, one-word sentences are never good. Oh God, and now Blank Face made an appearance instead of amusement.
"Well," I stood up and pried his hand from his arm and placed a key in his hand. Then I blurted, "I thought maybe you'd want one. I know you don't need one but now you don't have to let yourself into my apartment like one of my stalkers."
I took a deep breath. I looked around. I wondered how I could get around Ranger. My heart started to race.
"Babe. Babe, look at me." He put a finger under my chin to lead my head with. I gave him a glance. He actually looked calm now, and kind of…. Happy. Next thing I knew Ranger had pulled me close, and all I could think about was how good he smelled.
"Well, um, I just, um kinda, uh, thought that," Ranger started nuzzling me, "Stop that I need to finish this."
Ranger let go.
"I thought that it was only fair," I blew out a sight, "But now I've gotta go. You know me, I'm so busy, people to see, trash to roll in. All that good stuff. Oh and that key is not an invitation."
I tried then, in vain, to make a break for it, but I didn't get very far before Ranger pulled me into another hug. This time with my back pressed into his chest, his fingers snuck into my shirt, making little trails with them.
"Where do you think you're going?" He rumbled.
"Uhhhh. Nowhere?"
"Good answer, Babe"
