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Author's Note: Thankyou thankyou thankyou for all of the reviews. They've been a big help guys. You have no idea. Okay you will have to be patient with me on this particular story because I am absolutely in control of how things are going to go in this one and I am not used to this. I want this story to be a long one so just hang in there. Here is the third chapter and ENJOY!
Where We Left Off:
"Babe, I need to talk to you, please?," he asked, his eyes showing a pleading look.
I looked to Mary Lou for help, but she simply gave me a loving smile and a nudge. "Go ahead hon. You need to do it."
I grimaced and let him lead me out of the booth and outside to stand beside his car.
"What Ranger? I haven't seen you or heard anything from you in six months? What do you want?"
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Ranger visibly sighed and I could see the fatigue in his stance. I started to feel sorry for him but my anger would no calm itself. He tried to draw me into his arms and I pushed him away.
"What Ranger! What do you want from me?!," I said in a low voice.
"Babe, I'm sorry. I've had a very important matter that has kept me away. I hardly even had the chance to talk to Tank," he said with hurt in his eyes.
Tears formed and slowly slid down my cheeks. He tensed at the sigh of me crying. I released and audible sigh.
"It's been six months. You didn't even say goodbye...," I said in a small, unbelieving voice.
I wiped my tears away and tried to gain some strength back.
"Ranger, I have to go. I have work to do," I said, sighing again.
"Okay, but I
need to talk to you further at a later time. Be expecting me,"
he said with a caring tone of voice, worry evident. He walked away
after giving me a small smile and the porsche purred to life as he
rolled away.
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After Ranger had left I was standing on the sidewalk unsure of what to do. I pulled out my cell and texted Mary Lou to tell her that I love her and I was sorry but I had to go and get back to my apartment.
When
I finally reached home I dropped a few grapes in Rex's cage and
strolled over to my computer to check my skips. I had 2 FTA's and the
first one had the highest reward of $5,000 dollars. I printed the
information and headed out the door to catch my
skip.
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His name was Alex Smth. Wanted for rape and attempted murder. Oh boy! These kind of skips used to scared the living hell out of me but ever since my training had paid off, I had trained my brain into the zone where nothing could touch me. My zone.
Now I'm sure you are thinking that in my frame of mind, I shouldn't be putting myself in a mentally and physically demanding situation but with the way I've become, it's the contrary. When I get stressed, I zone and I get even more vigilant when catching skips.
Smith lived in an old apartment building that was just about one shooting away from being condemned, that is if someone existed that would actually have the balls to venture to this part of Stark Street. When I first had to come back here, the slayers incident would haunt me but some vacation, several hundred dollars worth of therapy, and physical, as well as mental training sessions later, I could deal with this part of town.
I came to a stop outside his apartment and cut my engine. I straightened my clothes, pulled my hair back into a tight pony tail and got my cuffs, my stun gun, and my gun. I held my stun gun in my right hand and my cuffs in my left, an extra set of cuffs stashed in my back pocket. I had a strategy.
As he opened the
door I would shove the stun gun into his nuts. If there was a
struggle that I could actually control, I would drop the first set of
cuffs and reach for my gun. if not, I would resort to plan B...
Wing it.
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I stood in front of his apartment door and took a deep breath. I gave myself a shake and got into my zone. As I knocked I held my breath. A younger guy answered the door and I smiled a sweet, sugary, 'come get you some' smile.
"Hi, are you Alex?," I asked sweetly. God I could be so fake.
A light sparked in his eyes and all I could see in them was lust. Inside I was convulsing and shivering, but on the outside I was the epitomy of calm as I held my charming smile.
"Yeah, I am but I would be any one you wanted me to be sugar," he said with a lust filled grin. I threw up in my mouth almost. Ick.
He reached to smooth his shirt a bit and I went for the money shot. He grabbed my arm and twisted me around, my back facing him and my arm in his tight grip behind my back, his other arm around my neck, holding me to him.
"Wrong move bitch," he growled in my ear. I had started to panic thinking that I would die in this shit hole apartment when for some reason I heard Sandra Bullock, as Gracie Hart, telling me to sing.
I grinned and whispered, "Sing."
"What the fu-," was all he could get out before I elbowed him in the ribs. Soloflex. He let out an 'oof' and I brought my left Doc Martin shoe down on his foot. Instep. Another grunt. My elbow now connected with his noce and I saw the blood dripping out. Nose. I turned fully around to face him and my right for connected hard with his family jewels. Groin. He fell to the floor and I stunned him. He immediately went limp on the floor so I sprung into action, cuffing him and dragging him out to my car. I put him in the back seat, which had no door handles and bullet proof, pretty much indestructable glass seperating the front seat from the back. A precautionary measure I took a few months ago.
When I arrived at the station
I turned the stereo off and got out. I had to turn it on during the
drive because Smith was calling me everything but a white girl when
he had waken from his little electric shock therapy nap. I jerked him
out of the car and pushed him inside.
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I
emerged twenty minutes later with my body receipt, so on the way home
I dropped by the office and cashed the receipt and made a straight
shot for home.
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Upon returning home I had taken a long hot shower and changed into an old t-shirt. I ate a little bit of dinner, but I didn't have much of an appetite. I padded into my bedroom, turned off the light, crawling under the covers and immediately fell into a dreamless sleep.
When I awoke at around 4 am I knew that someone else was in the room with me. I hadn't felt this feeling in almost 7 months. I didn't know how to react to my Batman Radar going off into hyperactive mode. I raised up slowly and slightly. My eyes adjusted to the dark of the room and I saw Ranger sitting in the chair by the window with the only light coming from my alarm clocks large red letters illuminating his face just barely.
"Babe."
Author's Note:
Once again thanks for all the reviews and I really hope you like this
chapter. I was really hoping it would be longer but oh well. I
promise the next one will be!
Lex
