A/N: I have decided to continue this story since it was requested that I do so. I've never posted a chaptered story or have only just posted a short story, so I wait for your reviews. I encourage you to tell me your thoughts on anything whether it be good or bad. --Adora

CHAPTER TWO: Opposites Attract

Opposites attract because they are not really opposites, but complementaries. - Sydney J. Harris

As the excitement started to wear down Ranger stopped spinning in circles and we just stood there in each other's arms, content for the moment. That it until we saw a orange blur known as Lula come charging at us screaming like a banshee at the top of her lungs.

"Batman! White girl! I'm gettin' married!"

I pulled myself out of Ranger's arm to congratulate her but noticed she wasn't stopping in her charging and a moment before she plowed me over I saw Ranger move to the side and out of the way.

Lula didn't stop for one moment in her excitement as she pulled me back up form the concrete and I swear I saw those little birdies flying around my head. From the corner of my eye I saw Tank and Ranger shake hands and congratulate him in a 'manly' way. I glared at him for letting me get plowed over but, honestly, I don't think he cared, so I focused my attention back to Lula who was flashing her hand in front of my face.

"Girl look at what he just gave me!"

I managed to stop her hand long enough to look at the ring that was settled on her left hand. It was nice ring and perfect for Lula who liked to make a statement with her accessories.

"It looks great on you," I told her. She squealed and yelled a couple of indistinct words that I nodded along too, then frowned when I realized I had agreed to something but had no idea what. I saw Ranger tip his lips up in an effort not to laugh at my obliviousness. I glared at him and by the time I looked back to Lula, her and Tank we already halfway to car ready to drive to wherever.

"What just happened," I asked.

"That Beautiful," Lester started hanging his arm around my shoulder, "was you agreeing to be her maid of honor and letting her off the hook to catch some skips today so she can spend more than a few luxurious hours with Tank."

I sagged at the realization, I mean I was honored to be her maid of honor but we really have to catch that skip soon. Then an idea hit me.

"So, you guys are all pretty excited right now aren't' you?"

"Who wouldn't be? We're bursting at the seams," Bobby answered still wearing the same grin from earlier.

"Well, if you want, you know, since you have this energy that is just bursting to get out and since technically he's yours anyway—"

"Who are we going after Babe?" He pushed Lester's arms off my shoulders harshly and replaced it with his own pulling me close to his side. Lester placed a hand over his heart and mock fainted into Bobby's waiting arms who began to fan his face. I rolled my eyes at his antics.

"His name is Jin Bear, he's a six foot Native American descendent, about two hundred pounds. He was arrested on the charge of assault and battery when he broke some guy's nose after attacking him at a park, but," I paused not knowing if what I would say next would have them take over the skip for me or desert me, "he's known for being an active arsonist." I glanced up at their faces and I could've sworn I seen all of their smiles falter for a second, but it must have been my imagination.

"We'll help you," Ranger told me. I nodded, glad for the help but not willing to admit I couldn't do it by myself. "We'll take the SUV. Get the file and we'll go over it before we head out." Ranger and Bobby headed to the car, while Lester made a big display of looking around at Ranger before placing his arm around my shoulder again and leading me back into the bonds office.

Connie was in her seat staring at us her eyes begging a million questions but unsure as to whether or not she should ask in the presence of a Rangeman. I mouthed to her 'later' and she glared at me, a glare that told me she should probably send her family after me if I didn't tell her later.

"I picked it back up and put it in the correct order for you," she told me. I thanked her and reached for the file she was holding out. Lester smacked my hand down and reached for the file himself.

"Thanks, sugar lips," Lester grinned. Connie looked displeased and snatched the file out his hands.

"Don't call me that," she bit out, pushing the file more towards me.

"What about Toots?" he asked, trying to pull the file back."

"No," she gritted out, keeping a firm hold on the file. I stood silently waiting for their tug-of-war to end so I could get my rent money and spend the rest of the day lounging with Ranger.

"Sweet cheeks?"

"No."

"Doll-face?"

"No."

"Cutie-pie?"

"Do I looke five?"

"Princess?"

"No."

"Honey-bunch?"

"Do I look like I belong in a bakery?"

"Baby?"

"Hell no."

"Poppet?" Connie raised her eyebrow at that one, and I have to admit that one had me a bit concerned too. He sighed dramatically. "Okay, what shall I call you then?"

"Connie," she told him blatantly, in a tone that left no room for arguments.

Lester looked pained as if the thought of calling a person by their given name was a foreign concept to him. It might have been though, now that I think about it. I mean he works with Tank, Ranger, and calls me Beautiful or Bombshell most of time. I shrugged the thought off.

"Con-nie," he tried out slowly, as if testing the name on his tongue like a child would do when pronouncing their first word. She nodded curtly and then handed him the file. I let out a puff of air: finally!

"I'll see you later Connie, I promise," I called over my shoulder as I headed out. This time Lester's arm was properly stationed at his side. He held the door open for me as I walked out and once I was a step away from him I heard him call back to Connie:

"Bye Sweet cheeks!"

I turned quickly back and saw Connie visibly redden with anger before she threw her nail polish bottle at Lester. Strong bottle, I thought. It bounced off Lester's thigh and hit the concrete with an audible 'clink.' He picked it up, looked at the bottle and then pocketed it.

"Thanks, Princess, I'll see how this color works out with my skin tone."

I heard some Italian curse words as the door shut and Lester all but skipped to the SUV. I shrugged apologetically to Connie but she glared murderously at me too. Yikes! I ran to the SUV after Lester.

Lester had the door opened for me and I glared at him, almost shutting the door on his fingertips. I gave the file to Ranger who was behind the wheel and looked over at us curiously. Bobby had one eyebrow raised. I turned in the passenger seat to glare at Lester as he sat down and buckled up.

"What the hell was that for? You got her irritated at me, and I have to see her again! If she so much as yells at me for the shit you just pulled I'm going to see to it that wherever you happened to be I bring my grandma there!"

Lester grinned at me from the backseat, pleased with himself. His grin only lessened a little by the mention of my grandma but that's all I needed. I glared at him once again for good measure and sat back the right way in my seat. I was pretty huffy by now.

"What happened in there?" Bobby asked, anxious to know why Lester was so pleased.

"You can ask Lester when you guys get together for a manicure." I saw Ranger look at Lester through the rearview mirror but didn't see what Lester did to make Ranger shake his head and turn his attention back to the file in front of him.

He handed the file back to Bobby and he and Lester spent a couple minutes glancing through it. Ranger started the SUV and started to pull out.

"We're going to head to his house first since it's still early and we might catch him. If not it's off to the Mother's and then the bar." Those were the last words that were spoken as we drove silently to our destination.

By the time we reached Bear's house I was actually starting to see the humor in Lester's actions towards Connie—but I wasn't going to tell him that anytime soon!

We parked a few houses down and got out. Bobby, Lester, and Ranger pulled out their guns and took in the surrounding area. Ranger nodded once to Lester and Bobby and they headed towards the back of the house.

"Are you carrying," Ranger asked me. I hesitated not wanting to answer because while I did grab my gun this morning I put in my pocketbook which was forgotten when I saw them screeching to halt in the SUV and then it remained forgotten until this very moment. I did have my stun gun clipped to my pants though!

He nodded as if I had answered his question, which I guess I did because if I didn't want to answer it, it was obvious what I didn't want to say.

"Stay more to the side of the door, and go in after me." Not really wanting to upset this skip I followed his instructions for now.

He knocked three times loudly, but didn't yell out bond enforcement. I wouldn't have either, I find it tends to make the skips run and I sure as hell didn't want to chase after them.

We heard some sounds like someone was coming down the stairs and a muffled 'shit, ouch!"

Bobby was the one who answered the door though and Ranger put his gun down.

"He was sleeping in the upstairs bedroom when we came in through the back door. We cuffed him but he's still upstairs. Has a hangover from hell." We followed Bobby into the house. It lead straight into the living room where a coffee table was pushed away from the rest of the furniture. My guess was that Bobby had run into that. There were pictures of Eagles and bears hanging on the walls, and intricately designed dream webs that had assorted feathers and beads dangling from the bottom.

When we reached the bedroom Bear was face down on his bed groaning about the noises and the light, his hands cuffed behind him. I'm glad I ended up with the guys taking this one in because there was no way I could've brought him in by myself if I wanted to.

Bobby and Ranger pulled him off the bed and dragged him down the stairs and into the SUV. Since Bobby was bigger than Lester and I he sat in the front seat with Lester and me on either side of Bear.

Bear was bitching the entire ride to the station and I saw Bobby fighting a smile at his obvious discomfort. Halfway there I got fed up with the complaints.

"If you can't handle the hangover then don't drink!" He stopped his tirade for a moment, and that's when I remembered he was a wee bit bigger than I was. He took that as sign to continue his rant so I stunned him. He slumped over and landed in Lester's lap.

Bobby didn't even try to hold in his laughter and was making a riot of himself in the front seat while Lester struggled to put Bear right up and away from his lap. Ranger didn't say anything but he did glance back at us a few times before turning his eyes back to the road.

Lester glared at me from around Bear's shoulder and I fluttered my eyelashes at him. "Payback's a bitch ain't it?"

When we got to the police station Bear was semi-awake from the stun gun incident but Bobby and Ranger still had to hold him up right. By the time he was ready to get booked he awake enough to talk.

Eddie came to collect him and looked at me surrounded by Ranger and his men and shook his head. "Come on," he told the skip.

Bear looked back as he was taken with Eddie and called out, "Tell mom I clocked the guy good."

Mom?!

"Will do brother!" Bobby called back to him.

Oh shit.