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attached. I know what you're thinking. That's crazy, return Ranger?! Don't worry, he'll be worn and washed. Doesn't that violate store

policy? Hmmm… J Enjoy!

Song: "Have a Little Faith in Me" by Mandy Moore

Sequel to: Big Girls Don't Cry

Category: Babe

Have a Little Faith in Me

By Buttons

I've been told that enjoying flying on a plane is a required taste. It makes most people uncomfortable, you know, what with the whole impending death thing. But in the few times I've flown in my life I've loved it. It gives me the same excited feeling in my stomach that waiting for the winning lottery numbers does. Only when the plane takes off it feels like I've won. The view from thousands of miles in the air is breath taking. It's the only time in your life you'll be able to see thousands of lives in motion at one time. And at the moment I was trying to view the last of thousands of lives in Trenton as the plane sliced through the clouds and left the city behind.

When the road gets dark
And you can no longer see
Let my love throw a spark
Have a little faith in me

The only draw back is getting an isle seat, which lucky for me had my name on it. I should've just taken Tank up on his offer and flown first class. I sighed and gave up on the view as the old man with the window seat shut the blind on the window and leaned against it for a cat nap. I closed my eyes and let thoughts of Ranger wash over me and I felt the corner of my lips instantly turn upward. I had four hours to decide what I wanted to say to Ranger when I showed up at his doorstep and so far, I haven't a clue about what's going to come out of my mouth. I felt a full smile coming on while I recalled the conversation between Tank and I at Rangeman before I left Trenton.

And when the tears you cry
Are all you can believe
Just give these loving arms a try baby and
Have a little faith, faith in me

"So this is serious, right? You're through with Supercop?" Tank gave me a pointed look like he was expecting me to have said it before he asked.

"Do you think I'd be here if I wasn't?" I put my hand on my hip and glared to emphasize I was not messing around. Tank put his hands up like he was surrendering. Tank: 0; Burg Glare: 1.

Have a little faith in me

"All I'm saying is that you do a lot of dancing around Ranger… But if I had a penny every time you ran back to Morelli… Well…" Tank looked sheepishly at the floor like he knew he crossed a line. My jaw dropped and I couldn't believe what Tank had just said to me.

"Ranger sent me back to Morelli!" I said louder than necessary, but I was angry that Tank could even think I was playing with Ranger's emotions. "After the one night we spent together, he said he didn't do relationships and he told me to go back to Morelli! So don't you even get in my face with that bullshit, Tank!" Tank looked right at me like I was missing something.

Have a little faith in me, oh and

"Did you ever think he was testing you, Bombshell? You know, set her free. If she loves me, she'll come back?" I was put off by his lack of apology and thought about that for a second. Was he waiting for me to get my shit together this whole time? "Yes, he made a mistake the way he went about it. I'm with you on that. But it's not like you gave him any other chances, Bombshell. He's human like everybody else. Maybe all he needed was a little reassurance." I closed my eyes and a defeated sigh escaped.

Have a little faith in me

"You're right." I didn't even try to make him stay. I was so mad and hurt that he could refuse me and toss me away that I didn't even think to why he might've done it. "I didn't even try…" I looked at Tank with pleading eyes. "Do I have a chance, Tank? What if he pushes me away again?" Tank gathered me in a hug and gave me a genuine smile.

"Then just tell him to have a little faith, Bombshell. Have a little faith."

Have a little faith, faith in me

I was brought back to the present by the snores of window-seat man. I checked my watch and saw that it was 6 p.m. Two more hours left and I was no closer to deciding what to say than when I boarded the plane. I took another look at the sleeping window-seat man. I nodded my head to agree with my own thoughts. A nap didn't sound half bad, so I leaned my head back and twenty minutes later I was in la-la land. It was a fruitless nap. I was constantly jolted awake by the passing stewardess' cart banging into my elbow or the sound of thunder. But none the less, it was a great way to pass an hour.

I hoped we would land before the weather got too bad. I really didn't want to spend the night I planned to profess my love for Ranger in a plane on lock down because of a thunderstorm. I stuck my hand in my pocket and pulled out the address written down on a scrap of paper. I got all excited at the thought of the Batcave. "The Batcave is forever," I thought and for the first time, I didn't gulp in fear.

When your secret heart
Cannot speak so easily
Come here baby, from a whisper start
To have a little faith in me

"You're in love, Deary," I heard whispered matter-of-factly in my ear. My initial reaction was who the hell is in my head?! But I looked to my side and realized the little old blue haired lady in the seat next to me said it. "I'd notice that smile anywhere. Yup, gotcha a good one too. Don'tcha?"

I smiled politely and nodded, not knowing what else to say.

"No ring on that finger, I see." The old lady looked down at my hand through her thick glasses and snorted. "A good one, but he's clueless I'll bet."

"You have no idea." I half laughed as I said it because it applied to both Ranger and me. I didn't really care if Ranger and I got married or not. Since when do you have to have a ring just to be with someone? Although, I can't deny that there wasn't a flutter of excitement in my stomach at the thought of us sharing a wedding day.

And when your back's against the wall
Just turn around and you, you will see
I will catch your, I will catch your fall just
Have a little faith, faith in me

The next hour was passed listening to the little old blue haired lady talk about "my Milton" who turned out, was the sleeping window-seat man. The plane landed despite the lightening and rain. I bid the old couple farewell and the old lady wished me luck with my "Mr. Right." I didn't have any baggage to claim since this was a spur of the moment thing so I hurried out to the entrance of the airport to grab a taxi.

I spent ten minutes standing in the rain, soaked to my bones, trying to get a taxi. I've never had to hail a taxi before. I've always owned my own car. I could get the taxi, but someone would usually get to it before me. Taxi thieves. The rain was warm and it felt good against my skin. It wasn't storming but it was raining steadily. I was dripping wet and pissed when I decided I would just go inside and dry out a bit before I tried again. Once inside, I bought some coffee and started toward the sitting area when I saw a man in all black standing in the entry way with a sign that said "Bombshell." Now how did I miss that?

Have a little faith in me

I pushed through the crowd trying to get to their destinations and walked to the man in black. "Yo," I said trying to get his attention. "You my ride?"

He looked at me and had a hint of a smile. "Jake," he said and extended his hand and I shook it. A man of few words. One word sentences must be a requirement for all Rangeman employees.

Have a little faith in me

He led me to an elusive black SUV and got behind the wheel. He seemed like he knew where to take me so I kept the address in my pocket. Not that it'd be readable anyhow, I was soaked completely through. I was wearing short-short jean shorts with a dark green tank top and flip flops. Not my best dressed, but it'll have to do. Jake had the decency to turn the air conditioner off and I pulled down the passenger side visor to take in my appearance. I looked like a drowned rat but at least my mascara held. God bless you, MAX Factor.

The drive was silent and I was thankful because any second now I was going to be standing in front of the Man of Mystery to tell him… God, I didn't know what I was going to tell him. Maybe I'd be all dramatic and kiss his lips off. A smile crept across my face at that thought.

Have a little faith in me

I didn't have long to decide because after ten minutes Jake pulled up to a gate that I assumed could only lead to the Batcave. He did a fingerprint scan and then entered in a sixteen-digit code. I felt proud of myself for being aware and counting the beeps. Jake drove down the private drive that was hidden with a variation of trees. I knew one variety was palm trees. But figured since I was in Florida, I couldn't really be proud of that recognition.

Have a little faith, faith in me

Jake pulled into a three-toned cobble stoned drive way and I knew my face was one of shock. I was staring at the Batcave in all its glory. The house was two stories but it was huge. You could tell it had high ceilings and wide rooms. There was a three car garage, four balconies facing the front of the house and there were windows everywhere. The house was beige with white trim and a red clay tile roof. I could hear the beach in the back and assumed the house wasn't far from the water. I looked at Jake to tell me what to do and he was peering outside the windshield at the gray sky and listening to the rain that was still pouring down around us.

I've been loving you for such a long, long time
Expecting nothing in return
Just for you to have a little faith in me

"I don't have the answers," he said lightly and gave me a soft smile. I rolled my eyes. Gorgeous must be a requirement for all Rangeman employees too. "Better get going while the going is good, Bombshell."

I slowly got out of the SUV and made my way down the cobble stone sidewalk to the front door. I was again, drenched. But at this moment I didn't care. I stopped about three feet from the door. What was I going to say? What was he going to say? I turned and walked a few steps back to the SUV. "Don't be a chicken shit, Steph," I said out loud to myself.

You see time, time is our friend
Cos for us there is no end
All you gotta do is have a little faith in me

I turned back and walked to the door and brought my fist up ready to knock on the door. I was surprised when the door opened and Ranger looked out at me. He didn't look surprised and I wondered if he knew I was on my way or if he was watching my GPS signal.

"Babe?" He quirked an eyebrow and my heart began to race. I felt like I had cotton in my mouth and my brain shut down. It seemed like an hour went by before I finally said something, but Ranger was patient.

I will hold you up, I will hold you up and
Your love gives me strength enough to
Have a little faith in me

"I'm not in Morelli's bed anymore." I eyed him seriously waiting for him to say something.

"The Batcave is forever, Babe," he stated. Here I was in Miami, standing in the rain for him, what more did the man want?

"I love you," I said. There was no desperation in my voice, no fear, nothing but raw emotion. He didn't say anything so I said it again. "I love you."

Ranger smiled and held his hand out to me and I happily took it. He pulled me into his embrace and I was no longer aware that I was soaked. His body radiated heat and his arms were strong, like he was never going to let me go again.

"Babe." He only said one word and that's all he had to say. It was so full of emotion and it said everything I needed to know.

Have a little faith in me
Oh, faith

P.S.

If you are wanting to see the house I used, there's a picture of it in my picture file on PlumFanFiction. It's not my ideal Batcave, but I thought it was fitting because it's in Miami. Hope you all enjoyed!