There comes a time in your life where you really should begin to reassess just about...well…everything. For some reason, I tend to have those sort of moments much more frequently than everybody else; and I've learnt from previous experience than acting on them seldom does much to change your situation…I always end up back at square one.

I'm having one of those moments right now. I mean sure, my life is hardly what someone could call boring, but when it comes down to it…sometimes things just become too bizarre.

There I was, following Ranger into his apartment. He said he needed to talk to me, which is always an interesting experience. It didn't help, either, that I thought we were alone, which always complicates things with Ranger. He's a bounty hunter, slash my mentor, slash something else. He can be a scary guy, with a dark complexion, a dark past and often I fear dark intentions concerning me.

And then it happened.

Pop, he was there.

I shrieked.

Ranger swore.

"Shit," is all Diesel managed to articulate.

Diesel…Diesel's harder to explain than Ranger. He's shown up in my life a few times now, and I still don't quite understand what the deal with him is. The way he puts it, though, is that he has some abilities beyond the capacity of most human beings which he employs to track down other such individuals who have become a threat to society. He's tall, blonde, grungy and is built like a brick shit house. And, like all the other men in my life, is sex on legs.

Diesel literally 'popping' into my life isn't all that bizarre, to be honest. I've kind of gotten used to it. The strange thing about this particular 'popping' is where it occurred; usually he just shows up in my apartment.

But to show up at Rangeman, under such circumstances, was strange. And apparently Diesel thought so too, as his assessing brown eyes wandered around Ranger's living quarters with curiosity and mild surprise. He briefly glanced at Ranger, and then looked directly at me.

"It wasn't supposed to happen like this," he sighed, casually flopping down on one of Ranger's stylish black leather couches.

Ranger's eyebrow rose, and I could sense a simmering annoyance bordering anger beneath the calm, expressionless facade.

"What are you doing here?" he asked quietly.

Diesel turned and regarded him with minor irritation, "Be fucked if I know. I was supposed to show up in Trenton, and I figured I'd just show up in Steph's apartment, like usual. But apparently I ended up here," he paused, before adding thoughtfully, "Must be something wrong with the Cosmos."

"You're not staying here," Ranger replied.

Diesel broke out into a grin, "Calm down, Manoso. I won't stay here, and wouldn't want to anyway."

Then, the next completely bizarre thing happened.

Out of Ranger's bathroom came a pretty girl in her mid twenties, long dark hair dripping from the shower and a fluffy white towel being the only thing covering her modesty. All eyes turned to her, and she stopped suddenly, clearly not expecting to see us.

Diesel's grin grew wider, "Actually, maybe I could stay here. I just realised that it would have…added incentive."

Ignoring Diesel's comment, I felt myself going green with envy. What was a woman doing, practically naked, walking around Ranger's apartment? Strictly speaking, I wasn't attached to Ranger in any way that called for commitment, but there were strong feelings between us. It simply hadn't occurred to me that there might be a woman in his life.

And it didn't help that she was so pretty; I placed her in her mid twenties, with glossy waist length hair and dark, intelligent eyes. Although she was only my height, it was clear she had ridiculously long legs and a figure that was, well, slender. Everything about her graceful and svelte, like she looked like she belonged on the front cover of Vogue.

I turned to Ranger, and could swear that there was steam coming from my ears.

"Who's she?" I asked, my voice raising a few octaves above normal.

Ranger looked suitably uncomfortable; a rare predicament, to say the least.

"Babe, it isn't how it looks," he said.

"Like hell it isn't."

Diesel was sitting back, smirking, clearly enjoying the situation vastly.

Ranger met my eyes, "No, really. I can explain."