Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own any of these characters, except Sofia and Ricky.

Note: Hello, the following pilot is a sequel to "The Link Between Us." I was tempted to write a story for Lester and Sofia. I'm not sure if this is going to workout as well as the original, but let's try it. Let me know if I should continue.

Also, this chapter is not edited (might need a beta). If you're interested, the "The Link Between Us" can be found here: s/6276479/1/The-Link-Between-Us

Pilot

"Quand il me prend dans ses bras, Il me parle l'a tout bas, Je vois la vie en rose." I often sing in the shower when I need to think, and lately I have been doing a lot of singing. My friend, the Bombshell Bounty Hunter, disapproved of my intentions.

Let us backtrack here for a second. Six months ago, my friend Stephanie Plum and I came to Trenton with the intention of uncovering a sex trafficking ring and recovering a girl, Leticia Movio. Stephanie and I met by chance four years earlier. It was during a retrieval stint that went terribly wrong. She was shot, and she was pregnant. Long story short, she had a baby boy. This boy turned out to be the son of Ricardo Carlos Manoso's aka Ranger. Ranger didn't know anything about Ricky for almost four years.

How and why my friend kept this child a secret from his father? All I know is that sometimes fear makes us do the stupidest things. It paralyzes us and makes us act recklessly.

Regardless, Steph, Ranger, and Carlitos were now on the track of emotional recovery, slowly becoming a family and learning to forgive.

Me? I'm running away.

"Il me dit des mots d'amour, des mots de tous les jours, et ça m' fait quelque chose." I sighed, the lyrics of the song continuing to play in my head. The cold water was hitting my bare skin, leaving the area around my shoulders red as it dripped down my body. I didn't like that the bathroom also smelled of him, like Lester Santos.

It took me a few seconds to register the movement in the room. The years of training had sharpened my ability to notice slight changes around me. My intruder shoved open the shower curtain a second later, and I had my arm around his neck soon afterward.

"Angel," Lester choked.

"Why would you come in the bathroom like that? "

"I heard you singing, and I wanted to join you." I thought over the words for a few seconds, becoming conscious of my nakedness against his unclothed skin. I pushed him off and used the shower curtain as cover.

He was naked and delicious, and I wanted him far away from me.

There was a physical attraction between us, and there was the potential of something else. We both felt it, and it didn't matter how much I pushed away that thought. It kept coming back. Lester was charming, funny, and kind…

"Thank you," I said holding tight to the curtain, "that's very thoughtful."

He smirked, leaning slowly towards me as if not to scare me off. The kiss he planted on my lips was sweet and light.

"I'm going with you," he said.

"Where?"

"New York," he responded. "If it's okay with you. I would like to give us a chance."

"Lester, how well have you thought about this? You barely know me."

The doorbell rang. He looked over his shoulders and pecked my lips again before leaving to answer the door, another stolen kiss. I locked the door after him, and I pressed my forehead against the cold bathroom tiles, dreading letting our relationship come to this point.

Lester didn't know about my past or about the pains I carried deep. He didn't know that loving me would destroy him. He didn't know that love, like some dreams, are only for those that are whole.

Honestly, should I continue?