Currently Untitled (Will be formally and properly titled when I think of a title)
Rating for this chapter: G-PG
Disclaimer: Anything you recognize from the Stephanie Plum series does not belong to me. And thank goodness they don't, I wouldn't do them justice.
Warnings: OOC, talk of a passed person's suicide, possible AU, possible spoilers
I don't think this is really Alternate Universe since we don't really know much about Ranger. This is not a CupCake story. I'm sure Joe will probably be mentioned but I don't know if he will make an appearance.
Updates will be slow coming, I am a high school sophomore and the teachers find it perfectly ethical to give me a lot of homework some times. Also, I am sometimes prone to writer's block.
This is my first fan fic, I hope it's alright. Please comment and please don't sugar coat. I need to know where to improve. Burgundy
P.S. Sorry this chapter's kinda short and not so great...Note: Copy and paste given URLs to your web browser (Unless the links happen to work.). Also, you can see pictures of things with s by them through the links/URLs in my profile.
Chapter 2
I took the elevator to the control room and when the doors opened I looked around for Tank, spotting him watching the monitors. I walked over until I was standing behind him and said,
"Have Hector reprogram the garage gate and give everyone a new key card."
He looked up at me in surprise.
"Why? Did someone on the outside get a hold of one?"
I knew he had seen the scene in the garage but didn't know what it was about because of the lack of audio.
"Just do what I told you to do. I'm going to go upstairs and take a couple hour nap and then head home for a few days."
Of course Tank, my best friend since we met in the Army knew that when I said home, I meant to where my parents, had lived since they got married and where I'd lived until I was shipped off to Miami when I was fourteen. That place was in Newark.
This was what I had done six months ago when Steph had first been really persistent about finding out what had happened that I wouldn't speak of. I also lied to Steph some weekends, telling her that I was working when really I was going to Newark. She had met my family and they got along but sometimes I needed to...I hate to say it but, sometimes I needed to bitch about my woman to my Papi.
"Everything OK with you and Steph?", Tank asked, concerned.
"We're no longer together. If you see her step so much as her pinky toe on the property, escort her off."
Tank raised his eyebrow "I'm sorry to hear that?" I responded with a shrug.
"Doesn't bother me, I broke up with her."
"Why?"
"I don't want to talk about it. I'll be in my apartment, as of now, don't call unless it's an emergency."
And with that, I went back to the elevator where I pushed the button on my keypad that raised the elevator to the seventh floor and leaned my back against the wall as it started upwards.
The first thing I did when I entered my always clean apartment (Thank God for Ella!) was go to my 'liquor cabinet'. (Nothing fancy, just an ordinary cabinet) There is a moderate array of alcoholic beverages kept there. Expensive tequilas and rums and red wine.
I got a glass out of the adjacent cabinet and filled it to the brim with tequila. I had told Tank that I was going to take a nap but I hadn't realized how late it was. It was 15:00 hours. (3:00 pm. For those of you unfamiliar with military time) It took about an hour and ten minutes to get to Newark. I didn't want to (actually, couldn't) be late to dinner plus it was almost rush hour, plus it was Friday and rush hour on Fridays just plain sucks.
Walking into my dressing room I pulled out my cell and dialed Louis, the building maintenance man. I asked him if he could bring a medium sized duffel bag from storage in the basement.
I had set some Summer apparel (A couple pairs of sorts, some t-shirts and tank top, a couple pair of boxers to sleep in and a few pairs of Calvin Klein underwear on my bed when Louis arrived with the suitcase.
"You and Steph going somewhere?", he asked.
"Steph and I won't be doing anything together, ever again. I, however, and going home for a visit.", I answered.
The RangeMan maintenance man, who had been there since a week after the business started looked around awkwardly before asking the inevitable question.
"You and Steph...you're over, aren't you?"
I nodded, "As of about...", I looked at the diver's watch on my wrist "Half an hour ago."
"Oh...I'm sorry to hear that."
I shrugged.
"Well...have a good visit."
"Thanks."
He turned then and left me to the task of packing the suitcase. An easy task. I only packed a small amount of clothes because I kept some in my room at my parent's house. There were also toiletries there.
I zipped up the suitcase and picked it and the near empty glass of tequila up and exited the bedroom. I set the suitcase on the floor by the door and went into the kitchen. I finished what was left in the glass and rinsed it before putting it in the dishwasher and called Ella on the intercom to let her know that I was going out of town although she probably already knew that form her husband, Louis.
I exited the kitchen and went to the sideboard to retrieve the keys to the Porsche Turbo 911. I picked up my suitcase and left the apartment which, until today, was inhabited by two people who sometimes had nasty spats but were very much in love with each other. -Sigh- I guess all good things must eventually come to an end.