Disclaimer: You KNOW I don't own the Evanovich characters. Though I share custody of the others with my friends.

AN: Please read my story Boston Creams before trying to understand who these people are and why this is so funny. This is only one of many side stories based of those characters. Enjoy.

Thanks to Aunbre for giving me these wonderful ideas. ;)

Pushing Buttons

Cam's POV

It was a Monday. Not much happening on a Monday. Ranger had given me three weeks of computer searches because of the whipped cream incident. As it turns out he didn't find the humor of sitting in a happy face of whipped cream. If he had only looked before he sat down then it would have been a harmless joke.

To relieve myself from this impending boredom I brought up a search and typed in the Bombshell. I have been hearing rumors of her exploits from my first day. This was the perfect opportunity to find out the truth. I had just gotten to the report on the Porsche 911 and the garbage truck when Lester burst onto the control room floor. "Goddamn it!"

Tank was there beside him. "Aw, come on, Les. It's nothing worse that what you do."

"Yeah but mine never work."

I leaned out of my cubical. "Prank fall through?"

Tank smiled. "Carla smoked his ass."

I raise an eyebrow. "Again?"

Les was steaming. "Yeah, again. She turned my own prank against me. Man she's lucky I don't egg her house."

"She'd deserve it." I said. "She's as bad a s Ranger when it comes to jokes."

Tank shook his head. "She's worse, but she doesn't deserve eggs. Toilet paper."

"Man, that's lame." Les said. He took off his shoes. A black foam spilled out onto the floor. "What is this?"

Tank sniffed the goo. "Whipped cream. And toilet paper is a classic."

I shook my head. "Now she and Ranger are teaming up? Not fair. She doesn't deserve paper either. She needs something that'll drive her nuts."

You could see the light bulbs blink on.

"Doorbell ditch." They said as one.

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Cam's POV

It turns out that the guys knew exactly where to find Carla. Why? I didn't know but I didn't complain. Tank logged us out for personal time and we set off. When we set up our stakeout we immediately saw her moving around through the window. Tank turned in his seat. "Okay. We all can't go up there at once, so I think we should go up in turns. Ring the bell and run to the side of the house. One of us will be watching her movements. I suggest we should was until she gets far enough away so that it takes he a little time and we can get out of sight."

We nodded our consent. "Who goes first?" Lester asked.

"Draw straws."

Tank got to go first. Lester pulled out a pair of binoculars and a set of walkie-talkies. "'Kay man. She's in the kitchen. That gives you 30 seconds to get out of sight." Tank made the affirmative noise and set off. From the SUV, we could see it all. He made it to the door, made us wish for luck and rung the bell.

Before the bell had finished echoing through the house he had started his escape. He had almost made it to safety when he fell over. "What is he doing?" Lester screeched. "He's gunna get caught." In the window we could see Carla's silhouette getting closer. "Hurry man."

Tank stumbled to his hands and knees and crawled to safety. Carla opened the door within a millisecond of his boot clearing the side of the house. She looked around for a second and closed the door. When Tank made it back to the SUV we attacked him. "Man that was close." I smacked him on the back. "What the hell happened out there?"

Tank pulled up his pant leg and we were treated with the sight of multiple thorns imbedded in his calf. "Rose bush."

Les and I cringed. Once we got over the incident we set up Les. "'Kay Les.The bush is right before the corner." Tank warned.

"Yeah yeah. Let me show ya how a pro does it." Tank and I rolled our eyes. "Okay, here I go."

We saw his shadow move to the door, ring the bell and run. He made it to safety with seconds to spare before she opened the door. When the coast was clear he casually strolled towards the SUV. "Cocky bastard,"

Les shrugged. "Don't hate."

"Your turn Cam."

I nodded. When I had reached my hiding place and was prepping myself for my run I heard Tank call over the walkie. "Beware the roses."

I flipped off the SUV and made my move. I skirted the rose bush and skipped up the stoop. I had my hand raised, finger extended, not an inch from the bell when I got the feeling of impending doom. I watched in slow motion as the door opened to reveal Carla standing right there. I couldn't move, a deer in the headlights. She smiled. "Hello, Cam. I didn't expect you."

"H-hi."

Her smile widened. "Is there something I can do for you?'

"I-I was wond-wondering if you w-would like my extra barbeque." She looked unimpressed.

"That's it?" I nodded. "You ring my doorbell twice, runaway, crush my rose bush, just to ask me, in the middle of the night, if I wanted a BBQ?"

"Yeah." I blushed. It was a pathetic lie.

"My guess is that you don't want Ranger to find out about this on top of the whipped cream incident."

"You're not gunna tell him are ya?" I swallowed.

She thought for a moment. "The only way you're going to get out of this is to promise me something." At any other time I would have questioned this but I was cornered. I would have promised anything.

"Okay."

An evil grin stretched across her face. What did I just get myself into?

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AN: The next chapter is the sequel to this baby. I hope you are ready. -Cokkii