Unfortunately none of these characters are mine except for Bam… They are all Janet's!!

This is my first time to ever publish a story and all mistakes are my own!! Please if it sucks let me know. I know that I am not going into too much detail about the surroundings but that is something I will have to work up to! Holding my breath and hitting the submit button, Meg

This is Lester finds happiness with his soul mate with R/S in the background fic!

Lester—Saint Francis ER

Sighing, I tried to ignore the constant tugging of my skin while the nurse in the Emergency Room stitched up my bullet wound. I know I always joke with Steph that she is just no fun because she doesn't like to get shot at. Little did she know that I myself am developing a severe dislike for getting shot.

Here I am sitting in the hospital yet again getting a minor gun shot wound stitched. That is not my problem. My problem is that the good doctor that was just in says that I would really benefit from some rehab and I know for a fact that Bobby our in house medic, rehab specialist, and medical genius extraordinaire and my partner is completely booked with interviews for the position of his assistant rehabilitation coordinator and he will rope me into being his test subject for these rehab therapist wannabe pain in the asses. Turning to look at my partner, I sigh yet again and answer the wicked gleam in his eyes. "Bobby man, the answer is no! Definitely and absolutely NO! No way will I be your test subject to weed out the job candidates. Ask Cal or better yet ask Tank to fake an injury and see how they work out with those muscle bound pain in the asses that refuse rehab. I do my rehab work; you don't really want to punish me for that now do you?"

Shaking his head, Bobby led me out the room and into the Bronco. In the suv, he continues the argument where we left off.

"Les, do you really want to pass the opportunity to pick your new tormentor? I talked to Rangeman earlier today and he said that there is a former Army specialist coming in. They did special ops with the teams they served with and was part of the bond enforcement community for a while. I figure if they were spec ops and bond enforcement with rehab capabilities, you and Bombshell need to try them out. After all, you two are the most accident prone on staff. I figure, if they can withstand your annoying ass and can pass muster with Steph and the other guys as well then my rehab work and medical work will be cut in half."

"Ranger say if he knew who they were?"

"Yeah, he said me, you, Tank, and him have all actually met them and have helped in their training at one point in time."

"That's odd Bobby, I don't remember who we would have trained that at least has their therapist license, do you?"

"No one I can think of man." After that they both settled into their zones and headed back to the office.

Bam— the Rangeman job applicant—somewhere on the road between Philadelphia and Trenton

Humming along to the mp3 player currently hooked into my radio, I shifted gears in my new fully loaded Jeep Wrangler and passed the slow moving vehicles on the interstate. Humming soon turned into singing and boy was I glad this was a solo trip. Simon and Garfunkle were singing trough my speakers and I sang right along with their Bridge over Troubled Water. Singing the phrase sail on silvergirl, sail on by as I did indeed sail by an eighteen wheeler in my silver jeep.

My life was going good I thought to myself. I had finished my stint in the service of Dear Uncle Sam to repay my student loans and other commitments three years ago and signed a contract not too long after that to keep the money rollin' in. That contract made me part time civilian and most of the time a highly trained soldier/ rehab specialist with a great nest egg just waiting for me to spend. I worked with a bonding agency in the downtown district not too far from my hometown to stay sharp with my fighting and tracking skills and a physical therapy clinic to keep my rehab skills in use. I had just finished that and my contract yesterday. Thank the good Lord; I was ready and heading now to my next adventure. With the sun on my face, the AC cranked as high as it will go, and crusin' down the road toward my interview with a popular security firm that has offices in Boston, Atlanta, Trenton, and Miami; I was ready for what life was going to throw at me.

At least I thought I was…

An hour later—still in Bam's Jeep

I pulled off the interstate and main highways and into the city of Trenton. I had the address for Rangeman, the company I am interviewing with saved in my GPS but I was way too early for my appointment seeing as it wasn't till tomorrow morning at 8am. After a total of almost 19 hours driving, I have finally made it from my home in the southern part of Alabama where the white sandy beaches and its Gulf of Mexico waters so beautifully calmed my spirits to New Jersey.

First things on my agenda, I could really deal with some food, a shower, and a park to run in to stretch my legs; not necessarily in that same order. O yeah, and a place to stay the night might be nice too.

Normally I have everything planned to the ever last detail but today, for this trip, for this moment, and for this crazy idea, I have decided to try to fly by the seat of my pants.

After a few minutes of pondering my spontaneity, my stomach decides to announce its lack of fulfillment and scream that my throat has been slit cause it's obviously not getting food. I guess that solves the problem of what to do first. So I reach to my dashboard, unclip my GPS and scroll for food.

"Hum…" I think to myself…"what do I want? What is close by? Oo… how about that Pino's place? That settles it. Pino's Pizza. They should at least have a salad and good advice as to where to stay." So I select detour and choose Pino's as my destination.

As soon as I pull into the parking lot I notice that there is quite the crowd at the little pizza place. I see a mixture of cop cars, mini vans, and your everyday run of the mill cars.

Securing my weapons in place, removing the excess weaponry I hopefully wont need and placing it in my built in safe, I move on to checking my lip gloss and hair. After I'm satisfied with the appearance of my short spikey dark auburn hair, clear lip gloss, and weaponry; I exit my jeep and stretch. O boy does that feel good!

I fix the midsection of my blue top where it criss-crosses above and below my flat navel to showcase my piercing, adjust the waist of my blue camouflaged pants on my hips and checked that my boots were tied and was on my way inside what looked to be the local late lunch and after work hang out.

Scanning the perimeter of the bar and restaurant, I take note of entrances, exits, bathrooms, the kitchen, and the people. One can never be too careful in my line of work. Or former line of work rather.

During my assessment, I spotted the perfect table in the far back corner. I would have great seating, a view of the entire restaurant, and my back would be towards the wall. It was perfect and that's where I was headed.

After seating myself, a very Italian looking plump guy came over and asked what I was having.

"Welcome to Pino's, my servers are short handed tonight I'm Anthony Pino, the owner, what can I get you?"

I looked at him and replied in my sweet southern accent, "I will have an ice water with no lemon, a house salad no dressin, and one slice of cheese pizza please. Thank you." I can't help it, it's my southern charm with the please and thank you. Just wait till I say "yes, sir" and "no, ma'm".

Mr. Pino took his leave and headed for what I gathered was the kitchen only to be stopped short by another customer. By this time, I am settling in and people watching. The door opens and I see none other than the CEO of Rangeman LLC and badass of the north himself walking in with a stunning curly headed brunette.

"Man", I think to myself, "Ric sure does look good after all these years. I wonder if he will recognize me in person. I know I recently talked to him about a position in his company but I wonder if he will actually recognize me. Shit he is headed my way! What do I do, O what do I do?"

So I do what every southern belle would do. Check for drool, and remember GRITS, girl raised in the south, cause a southern girl will survive! No matter how gorgeous he is and how much his best friend ripped out my heart, I will not babble or make a fool of myself, or ask for any details about how Lester, the heartbreaking love of my life, Santos is.

Lester—bored at Rangeman

Since I'm off active field duty till I get my stitches taken out, I am utterly bored and definitely one step closer to being admitted into the insane asylum. All I can do during the work hours is watch monitors, do surveillance jobs, and lastly do searches. Not just any searches though—Bobby's job applicant searches. I sigh and turn back to my computer to type in the name on the file in all of our legal and semi-legal databases. Boy that took a whole 5 seconds and I'm still bored!

Having nothing else better to do, I start looking for the rehab specialist that Bobby and I were talking about earlier. The one we are all supposed to know. Sucks there are only four files, I might actually have something to do if there was more.

I looked at the file in front of me, not knowing why I was so interested and got a shot to the heart, figuratively speaking of course.

Muttering to myself in my cubicle, I tell myself, "it's just not her, has to be a guy. Rangeman would never hire another woman for this place." Still scanning the brief highlights on the page, I see all the things this Bam person has accomplished. "Officer in the US Army for three years, Contract work for three years with the Rangers, Marines, and Delta force while working at D's bonds and an orthopedic physical therapy clinic in Bay Minette, Alabama, certified Athletic Trainer for 8 years, graduated Summa Cum Laude from a major university in Mississippi, licensed Physical Therapist for 5 years, graduated top 5 percent from South Alabama with a doctorate in physical therapy, no patient complaints only praises." During my perusal of his, I'm an optimist here, it's not her till I see her and a day without denial is a day you have to face so I keep thinking it's not her file, Bobby pops in for his searches.

"knockknock, I can hear you whining down the hall. What's up?" He asks.

Groaning, I toss the file to him and prop my feet on my desk. "Does that file look suspiciously like someone we know to you? It's got no real name other than Bam and the contract work is not in details. Either Rangeman is not telling us their real name or this person has been recommended by a higher up." And I'm just not going to say that I think I know who it is.

Bobby looks over the file. He scans the file, looks at the schools attended, time attended, and hometown. Shakes his head and hands back the folder with a slightly evil gleam in his eyes. "Les, they will be here tomorrow to interview at 0800 want to join in the fun and root out the mystery with me?" Oh this will be fun and because I can tell he wants my help adds, "You can even put them through the physical workout of your choice and choose their sparring partner."

Oh yeah, I think. This I can not pass up. "Sure man. Gym at 0800?"

With a barely there nod, Bobby gets up and leaves me to my searches and my suspicions of who Bam truly is.

Bam—Back at Pino's

O almighty God in heaven! Cheese and rice! Just seeing Ric brings back so many memories of that wonderful/God awful spring. How did I expect to join his company? How could I deal with the fact that if that fool of a best friend of his is still alive after all his missions, my chances of seeing him again just went up exponentially?!

Calm down, gather your cool, I order myself! But most importantly BREATHE! Ok, I can do this, I can do this, I can do this! Drug lords have fallen at my feet begging for mercy, I have rescued over-grown military badasses and in the end they ended up scared of me, hell, the whole south knows not to cross me. I CAN DO THIS!

By this time Ric and his bombshell beauty he was guiding with his hand on her back were almost in front of me. How to play this? Ditsy? No. Dumb? No, I'm tryin' to get him to hire me and that's just not the way to go for pete's sake. That's when I remembered to be myself. Always go with the best defense is a good offense thing and when in doubt be badass!

So what did I do? I looked up at Ric and raised my left eyebrow like I taught him and Pierre to do around 10 years ago when I first met him. Asking the silent questions, "What do you want? What can I do for you?"

I saw shock flash briefly in his eyes right before he stepped it up a notch and tried to out badass me. If I were a woman that took to swooning like Scarlet O'Hara I would definitely be "O, Fiddlie deeing" right now with smelling salts being waved under my nose. But Scarlet I am not.

My patience and stare down tactics were rewarded when he broke the silence first. "You are at my table, move" he said and as much as I want this new job and as much as I want this new adventure I can't help but think, "O no he didn't."

He was in for it now. How dare him, I thought. O well, I get to play now. I look at him and I look at the beautiful blue eyed beauty that was standing there in shock. I can't tell if its shock from him saying "move" or me not. Oh well. I send her a slight wink to let her know I understand and acknowledge her territory, i.e. Ric and go about my fun.

I crack a slight mysterious smile and in my best southern hospitality meets sharp tongued Susan impression; I can't help but aggravate him a little. "Now sugar, there is plenty of room for you and your girl to join me. I swear I won't bite unless you ask me really, really nicely to, but then again Ric, in all the time I have known you, it wasn't you I wanted to bite. " I saw him tense suddenly at the mention of his name along with his companion. I guess he still doesn't recognize me. "Now Ric, I know I'm not gonna have to remind you of who I am, am I? I would have thought that I wasn't that forgettable." I tell him.

By this time he has his hand on his companion's neck and she is smirkin' at him with a look that screams Ricky Ricardo doin' the "you gots some explainin' to do Lucy." The look I was getting from him though wasn't much better. He was boring holes into my skull. Looks like the funs over for now. Sighing I look right back at him and tell him, "It's me, Bam. I met Bobby in college and when you and your team were training at Camp Shelby, you all lived in my house with me. Ring any bells yet?"

I think I shocked him. I know when he knew me I was definitely not this bold or skinny. I bet he would never have thought that I would turn out the way I did. Oh well. At least he has a fast recovery time. "Good to see you again Bam." He says then turns to introduce the girl with him. "Babe, this is Bam. Bam meet Stephanie Plum, love of my life." Now it's my turn to be shocked and happy I might add. At least one of those guys got their head out of their ass.

"Great to meet you" replies his Babe. "Call me Steph or Stephanie."

I got out of my chair, shook her hand, gestured to the table and replied, "Very nice to meet you as well. I'm glad to meet someone who so obviously makes Ric happy. Would you care to join me? I have already ordered but wouldn't mind the company."

After what looks like silent communication, Ric nods and indicates for my vacated seat. I guess my backs not towards the wall any more. "So, how have you been" I ask. "Good" was the reply I received and before I could say anything else I heard Steph say that her FTA is over at the bar.

Bam—Pizza, FTAs, and Bullets; Oh My!

Right after Steph's revelation about her FTA, Mr. Pino brought my order and some food for them out to our table. Guess they were regulars and didn't need to order anymore. After we were served, I look at Steph and I could see the wheels were turnin' in her mind trying to come up with the best scenario for getting her man back to jail. I wonder if she will let me play a part; only one way to know. "So Steph, can I be so bold to ask if I can play too? I've been bored all day and wouldn't mind helpin' get your scum bag over there. After all us female bond agents should stick together. But only if you don't mind, I don't wanna step on your toes after all."

She looked at me a little skeptical at first but after an esp. moment with Ric she nodded her head and we started schemin'.

"You know that if Ric here gets up, your boy over there will catch the movement and will possibly be onto you. Either you need to crawl under the table or find another way around Mr. Muscle" I said eyeing Ric. "Oh, and by the way, we need to try to get him before he goes for the sawed off in his pants leg or the sig in his pocket."

At that comment both Ric and Steph look at me like I'm crazy. I can't help that my daddy taught me at a young age how to spot guns in clothing, after all I am from the south where guns are collected and carried like the were gonna stop makin'em. I can't help it. I just rolled my eyes and said, "if you don't believe me I'll make you a wager. I don't have a place to stay tonight, you can tell me where the closest semi-secure place is if I win and if I lose while I'm in town I'll do your FTAs for you and you keep all the bail bonds profit. Kinda like a paid vacation." I knew I had her on that, she looked at Ric and then back at me and sticks her hand out to go "deal, you're on with one exception. You show me you can handle this FTA because I really need the bond money coming up to get the new Bellagio shoes that will be out at Macy's in a few days."

Ooo, Bellagio shoes I think, shaking off my Homer Simpson drooling state, I quickly agree and start putting my scheme into action.

As soon as Steph and I agreed, I overheard Ric calling for a ride to the local cop shop for our FTA and tune out whatever else he was saying, cause it obviously didn't pertain to me.

I scanned the bar and surrounding areas again and got up to saunter into the ladies powder room for a quick make up and hair check also as known as a weapons and cuff check. As I exited the small powder room I scanned the bar again making sure to spot any friends our scum bag might have in the surrounding area. I give myself the all clear and head directly to our bad guy. I lean close and mummer into his ear he's in violation of his bond, force his arms into cuffs, and stand him up as easy as that. I march him to the door with a stunned Steph and amused Ric following behind me.

When we hit the sidewalk Steph looks at me in semi-awe and disgust. I wonder if her take downs don't go as smoothly. She starts chuckling and tells me, "I rolled in garbage with him the last time I had him, good job staying clean. So how about that bet?"

A bets a bet so I start searching him for weapons and sure enough the sawed off and sig were just where I said they were; along with another small glock in his boot.

As I was straightening up from my search, shot gun on the ground, glock in my waist band and sig in my pocket, movement from a near by car catches my attention. The passenger side window rolled down and a guy I have never seen a day in my life gets out his gun. Shit. I quickly got the FTA down, informed Ric of movement and had my gun in hand. Ric got Steph down just as the stranger opens fire on us. I didn't think, I just reacted the way my training taught me; taking out the tires and the shooter. First shot front tire since it was moving, second shot shooter's arm to disable him, third shot driver who was about to open fire; and as quickly as it started it was over.

Ric handed Steph a phone as he popped up ready for action and he and I searched the car for remaining attackers. All were disabled and as we were turning from securing the vehicle I noticed a black SUV speeding down the road and prepare for yet another gun fight. Who knows, we might just break the record for the number of gun fights we were in today, I thought. That'd so be my luck.

Ric must have seen the vehicle and my reaction because he assured me we were ok by saying, "our backup, they're mine."

"Thank God", I think, I really didn't want to have to shoot someone else tonight; the paperwork with out of state police is a bitch, especially with my permit to carry concealed for the entire United States and Puerto Rico.

Within seconds of our drama, cops from inside Pino's and Ric's men were swarming the area, getting statements, and hauling off our captured gunslingers and FTA.

A detective on the case that I heard called Joe walked up to Steph made sure she was ok and told her something about him being glad her disasters weren't his problems anymore. Whatever that meant, but is he sure this was her disaster? For all I know it coulda been one of the homegrown terrorist groups tryin' to get revenge on me or Ric; eyeroll.

I made my way to wait up against the brick exterior of the building when I noticed something that simultaneously made my heart stop but also rise into my throat.

After all these years that smooth talkin', heart breakin', S.O.B looks better than ever. Damn him.

Bellagio shoes are the creation of Leanne Banks, who always makes me drool over shoes I cant afford but would love to wear.

As always, Bam is the only character that is mine and I am just playing with the others. Please let me know what you think! Meg

Pg-13 warning for cursing and some sexual matter

All mistakes are my own and only Bam is mine! Hope you enjoy! Please let me know if it sucks!

(oh, b4 I forget to mention it, Joe might be presented as a little bit of an asshole but not harmed per say and only briefly!)

Lester appears and found more action than anticipated

Blocks away from Pino's, Bobby and I get a frantic call from Steph for backup. Apparently there has been a shoot out outside Pino's when they were bringing out her FTA. Bobby puts the petal to the metal and halls buns like a bread truck away from fallen Atkins dieters, to get to Ranger and Steph. We get there in no time at all but all the action has already stopped.

Getting out of the suv, I notice that Steph and Ranger had another female with them during the action. From where I'm standing, even Emeril Lagasse couldn't kick her up a notch. She was smokin' already. Nice ass, toned stomach, wild hair and a victim of a drive by shooting. Maybe I can comfort her tonight and drive the memories of Bam back to where they belong.

Keeping her in my sights, I take care of a few loose ends like the FTA and ship him off to a cop car. I wait and watch as she gives her statement, repeating it for all the cops who ask her. I overheard she has a permit to carry for the US and my interest in her ratchets up another level.

Finally she heads over to lean against Pino's only to freeze for a brief second and then be approached by Morelli. I wonder if she knows him. She doesn't look to happy to see him and I spot both Steph and Ranger heading over to join her little powwow.

I edge closer to hear what is going on and am rewarded by hearing one of the sassiest, sexiest, best cut down conversations to the male population ever. "Officer" she said, "I have already provided all of the necessary documentations to your coworker over there that states I am allowed to carry concealed or any other way I damn well please." Her sexy little southern drawl is one of the hottest things I have ever heard. And I have only heard something else close like that from Bam.

Morelli then goes on to say, "If you would please disarm yourself till we verify this information it will be greatly appreciated." He was treading just fine until he adds another dumbass comment to his statement. He actually went on to ask her who she screwed to get the permit. Holy hell he better duck and cover his boys.

I can't tell whether I want to be closer to watch this show or run for the hills before she explodes. One thing for sure though, I never would have guessed her next move.

She sent a quick wink my way, telling me I was busted and she caught me listening. Then she does the sexiest thing in the world. I swear she verbally cuts off Morelli's legs while scaring the living shit out of him. She pulls her guns and starts twirling both of them like an outlaw gunslinger in the old Wild West. She even tosses them and flips them handles out to Morelli. Damn that was stunning.

He recovers after a second and takes the guns from her. As soon as he gets the guns in his hands, I think he paled even more. He starts shouting at her, "I can't believe you were so fucking careless. You just waved two fully loaded guns in the air without the safeties engaged. Are you a dumbass?" I can't help but think that was stupid but I can tell he's in for it now.

She smiles a small but breathtaking smile, drops her voice to a sweet sultry wicked tone, and I swear I got a hard on from her reply. "I never play with guns that accidentally misfire, Detective Morelli. Does your reaction imply that your gun has accidental emissions?" she clucks her tongue against the roof of that sinful mouth of hers and continues saying, "what a shame, I could've had some fun playing with your gun while I'm in town."

Damn I have to have her was the only thing running through my mind as the blood rushes south away from my brain. I watch in amazement as Morelli only opens and closes his mouth like a gold fish.

Bam handles the crowd

The sexy, asshole of a cop finally was stunned speechless and it was music to my ears. He may not be a bad guy but his temper needs to go. I look over at Ric and Steph and can't help the small laugh I couldn't contain. Steph with her expressive face absolutely stunned but definitely impressed with the show and Ric is just shaking his head at me like old times when I use to entertain them with my antics.

Rolling my eyes, I just happened to catch a glimpse of the sexiest man I have ever seen just standing there staring at me. But I've seen that stare before. A long time ago; ten years ago, a few broken promises ago, and a heart break that never minded ago, to be exact.

I left the still stunned cop in my wake and head toward the rat bastard that left me filled with promises of love and adoration. The man that ran off with my torn virgin panties stuffed in his pocket promising that when he came back from his mission, he would still be mine but most importantly he would return to be with me. That never happened.

"Well, I can definitely tell you enjoyed my little show over there." I said to him. "You still like challenging women, dontcha Les?" By this time I was close to him and poking him seductively in his well developed chest and fighting the erg to rub against him like a cat in heat. I leaned up his muscular 6' frame and whispered in his ear, "Do you still conquer them then steal their torn panties as your trophy?"

Oh God, I caught the scent of him as I was pulling back and my knees threatened to almost buckled. Only he smells so good with his Polo cologne and his manly scent combined and Lord have mercy on this sinner; but he smells so good. Only he could ever get past my defenses just by standing there.

I must have stunned him momentarily because the only thing it looked like he was capable of doing was whispering a questioning "Bam?"

That was all it took, the sound of my name on his lips and I broke out of the fog that was keeping me locked in place and tongue tied. "So you do remember me? Do you remember promising me… you know what, never mind. This is neither the time nor the place to get into this." And like what happened so many years ago, only in reverse, I walked away from him.