A/N: Thanks again to my awesome beta, Phillygirl27! I couldn't do this without her!

Chapter 7

Stephanie's first time back in the pool, with Hal and Cal as her coaching team, was a success. She was worn out at the end of the day, but she knew her stamina and endurance would quickly return. Lester had readily agreed to continue her strength training at RangeMan as she couldn't go to his gym.

For the next nine weeks, Stephanie's training schedule would be three weeks on, three days off. Her day would include two hour morning swimming drills, 90 minutes of strength training and then another two hours of swimming in the afternoon.

Now that she was back to training, Ella had stocked both Carlos and Stephanie's apartments with various complex carbohydrates and multiple protein choices. Proper nutrition was key, and with all the calories she burned each day, Stephanie needed to make sure her body had plenty of fuel.

Stephanie was relaxing in the gym hot tub after her final workout when Carlos entered the room. "Want some company, Babe?"

"That would be great! I was just thinking about you."

"Only good thoughts I hope," Carlos smirked as he stripped down to a pair of black board shorts and entered the hot tub.

Stephanie was glad she was in water up to her neck as her nipples peaked just from staring at the perfection that was his body. Damn, but the man was fine!

"I was thinking about the fingerprints you found on the letter. I know that you ran them through the criminal database, but what about the Olympic one?"

"I'm not familiar with it," Carlos admitted. "What can you tell me about it?"

"Well, in order to tighten security in the Olympic Village, all Olympic personnel including athletes, coaches, medics, etc. wear lanyards around their necks containing an RFID card to gain access," Stephanie explained. "It also includes a scan of their right index finger. I was thinking that maybe we could run the prints you found through the database to see if we get a hit."

"That's a great idea. I'll get Tank working on that as soon as we get out of here."

"How long do you think we'll be in here?" she smiled.

Carlos pulled Stephanie onto his lap so that she was straddling him. "Long enough for me to do this." He began trailing kisses down the side of her neck. A thrill shot through Stephanie and she couldn't help but moan.

Carlos expertly hooked his fingers in the straps of her swimsuit and pulled them down her arms so that her breasts were bared. Her nipples hardened even further when he captured one in his mouth and gently sucked. Stephanie was on sensory overload as she held his head close to her body. "Oh, Carlos, it's so good." Her hips involuntarily started rocking against his hard length as he switched breasts and started sucking harder. "Oh, shit, I'm going to come! Oh, god, Carlos!" she screamed.

As Stephanie came back down to earth, Carlos took her head between his hands and kissed her. He kissed her with an intensity that left her breathless. Stephanie rested her head on his shoulder and sighed. "I'm so glad this area isn't being monitored," she said.

Carlos growled, "Oh, fuck!" drawing her tightly to his chest and pulling her swimsuit back up. He then jumped out the hot tub and grabbed his key fob and cell phone out of his pants pockets. Pointing the fob at the camera in the corner of the ceiling, he killed the feed. He quickly called the Control Room to have the past few minutes deleted from the gym monitor.

He turned to look at a stunned Stephanie. Sheepishly he said, "Sorry, Babe." Stephanie cleared her throat. "As long as it gets deleted I'm okay. I just don't need it getting out. Between my stalker and the Olympics, I'm already over exposed as it is," she laughed. "By the way, just who is on monitor duty tonight?"

"Babe!"

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The following afternoon Tank entered Ranger's office. "I don't have great news." He tossed a file onto Ranger's desk and took a seat. "In fact, Stephanie's going to be pretty shook up over this."

Ranger took the file and quickly scanned the information. "Are we sure about this?"

"Yes, I have Hector and Cal going to pick him up right now. Where's Stephanie?"

"She should be finishing up her strength training session with Lester," Ranger responded. "I'll have Hal bring her up here right away."

Ten minutes later Tank had left and Stephanie walked into Ranger's office. She still had her work out clothes on and Ranger thought she never looked sexier; his cock agreed. She sashayed over, sat directly on his lap and looped her arms around his neck. "You needed to see me, Carlos?" she said, nibbling lightly on his earlobe. Ranger almost groaned aloud. Control, he needed control.

"I've got some bad news, Babe," he began. Stephanie stopped being playful and looked him directly in the eyes. "We got a hit on the fingerprints from the Olympic database. They belong to Coach Johnson."

"Whaaat? Why? I know that we've had our differences over the last couple of years, but I didn't expect him to try something like this. Why would he want to hurt me?"

"I don't know, Babe. I've got a couple of the guys going over right now to pick him up. We're going to get some answers shortly."

Stephanie started getting angry. "That son of a bitch! I can't believe it. There's got to be more to this. It just doesn't make sense. I'm confused as hell."

"Everything will be cleared up as soon as they get back. I promise we'll get to the bottom of this," he tried to reassure her.

Stephanie laid her head on Carlos' shoulder and sighed. "I'm so tired of all this. I should be concentrating on my training, not this bullshit."

Carlos held her tight and tried to comfort her. "I know, Babe, I know."

The ringing of his phone broke the silence in the room. "Report," Ranger barked. He listened for a few minutes and then, "Damn it! Yes, she's here with me." More listening. "No, wait for Trenton PD. I'll speak with you later."

"What happened, Carlos? Who was that?" Stephanie questioned as he hung up the phone and placed it on his desk.

"That was Hector. He and Cal just got to Coach Johnson's apartment."

"Was he not there?"

"He was there."

"Then what's the problem?"

"He's dead."