SPOV

"No. Eddie please, don't do this." I begged.

"I'm sorry Steph. I have to, the complaint is legit. But I will do what I can to make sure he is comfortable and Joe won't be allowed anywhere near him while he's in custody." Eddie promised.

I could only watch in horror as Eddie and Carl led Colin out to the awaiting cruiser with his hands cuffed behind him. I turned to seek out Bobby's comfort. He was placing his phone back on his hip after ending a conversation.

"What are we going to do? We have to get to the station Bobby." I cried out.

In his usual calming voice Bobby whispered. "I just talked to Ranger. He's back at Rangeman taking care of things so we all could be here for you. He's contacting our lawyer as we speak." I breathed a small sigh of relief with that knowledge.

"Let's get to the station then. Colin is going to need us."

Bobby nodded his head in agreement. He took my hand in his and walked us out the door, with most of Rangeman following us to their separate vehicles.

The ride to the cop shop was short and I was on the edge of my seat with worry the entire trip. I finally came back to reality when Bobby stopped the car and parked. He helped me down from the SUV and led me into the police station through the rear entrance, the one I used to drag my FTAs back into the system.

As soon as we walked in, the whole room got deathly silent. Every cop's eyes were trained on Bobby and I; one set of eyes filled with absolute loathing and hatred, Joe's.

I grabbed Bobby's hand out of fear and reflex. He gently squeezed it to let me know he was there and wouldn't leave my side.

We walked past all of the curious gazes straight to Chief Juniak's office. I took a quick peek inside not finding him there as I thought he would be. I wonder what's going on?

That's when I heard the raised voices coming from down the hall where the holding cells were located. Bobby and I rushed toward the sound. I wasn't surprised to see Chief Juniak standing toe to toe with Joe, who was screaming at the top of his lungs.

"What do you mean you're letting him go? He assaulted me!"

"Several witnesses made statements that you attacked Stephanie first, twisting her arm. That's defense of a third party and a violation of the restraining order filed against you." Juniak stated calmly.

"So he just walks?! That's bullshit Chief." Joe bellowed.

"Watch it Morelli. You're treading thin ice." The chief warned him. "I could have your badge for a lesser offense."

By now the whole department had shown up to see the fireworks. Cops were standing by looking confused as to who to support; a fellow officer or their chief. The Rangemen that were there just stood around, most at parade rest with blank, stoic expressions on their faces, ready to jump in if needed.

Joe looked around, saw the stiff postures of every man in black, and decided to make a hasty retreat. The thunder of his boots as he stomped away fit the mood of the entire room. Everyone was on edge.

I felt the tenseness in Bobby's frame dissipate just a fraction the farther Joe got away from us. He looked down at me and whispered. "Are you okay?" I nodded and smiled my reply.

I stepped over to the holding cell that Colin was sitting in. He had a smug grin on his face, like he wasn't worried one little bit about being there. I asked him how he was holding up and his grin just grew as he told me.

"I'm great Gorgeous, not a thing to worry about."

After a few minutes Chief Juniak arrived at the cell with Officer Gaspick. The chief ordered Gaspick to unlock the cell and release Colin from custody. Officer Robyn Russell came up next to hand over the paperwork that officially released Colin.

Colin strutted out of the cell with a glare toward Gaspick and most of the police force. He stopped in front of Chief Juniak and held his hand out. Juniak immediately took it in his and shook it. I heard Colin say "thank you" and Juniak's "anytime" sounded sincere.

As we left the station with Colin, the three of us spotted Joe standing beside Bobby's SUV. Even with the distance between us and Joe I could see the veins sticking out of his neck. He was pissed.

"I don't know what kind of bullshit you promised the Chief but you won't get away with it. If you so much as jaywalk I will nail you to the wall and your Rangeman thug friends won't be there to bail you out," Joe spat while glaring at Colin. "And you bitch, I expect you to be at home waiting on me. You are my wife."

Colin just gloated with a huge smirk on his face. "You'll never get so much as a parking ticket to stick to me Morelli. You have no idea who you're fucking with."

Bobby stepped up, putting himself between Joe and I, guess he thought Colin could handle himself. His voice was cold and hard as he stared Joe down and told him. "For the last time asswipe, she is not your wife! And you're in violation of that restraining order again. So move before I move you."

Joe snorted a laugh before snarling back at Bobby. "Yeah, you and what army? Those criminals you work with? I bet none of you can wipe your ass without Manoso's say so." Joe paled at the collective growls that came from the wall of black behind him. The rest of the guys had joined us all and were forming a protective barrier on the other side of the SUV, ever alert and ready.

I hated hearing Joe speak that way to Bobby, but I was also relieved. That meant Bobby was succeeding at drawing Joe's anger away from me. Hopefully it would drain Joe enough to get me out of harms way even more. It worked as Colin moved just that much closer to me.

"I wouldn't piss off a bunch of mercenaries if I were you prick." Wait, was that Hector? When did he get here? And when did he learn English?

I looked to Colin's left to where Hector's voice came from and saw his fingers hovering and twitching over a leather holder on his hip, which I knew contained one of the many knives located on his person.

I noticed the exact moment when Joe temporarily gave up the fight. His words as he stormed off were laced with pure venom. "You will pay for this, ALL of you!"

I sagged with relief as his body turned the corner to enter the police station once again. I heard Colin speak up from beside me. "Moron."

"What just happened?" I wondered aloud as we all climbed in Bobby's SUV; Bobby in the driver's seat, me in the front passenger seat, and Colin and Hector taking up the rear.

After the doors were closed and Bobby started to pull off he groused out. "Morelli was being a dick head again." I laughed out loud. I had to agree with him there. Colin and Hector both chuckled as well.

"So really, what happened? How were you able to be released so fast Colin?" I turned in my seat to ask him.

"Being Juniak's nephew does have it's perks Gorgeous."

"Oh yeah, I had forgotten that. I'm so glad though. I never wanted you to spend even one night in jail because of me." I mumbled, but then added. "We didn't even need the Rangeman lawyer."

"It felt so good punching his smug face. I am not sorry I did it and I would do it again in a heart beat if I felt you were threatened in any way. And you know that any man at Rangeman would do the same." Colin explained.

I knew he was right. My fellas in black would always be there to protect me and defend my honor. I would do the same for them also. Can you blame me for loving each and every one of my guys? Bobby brought me out of my musings by speaking up.

"Speaking of Rangeman, I thought it would be safer for you to stay there with me tonight after all that has happened today. We all want to keep you out of harms way. Joe will never be able to lay a finger on you, not anymore. We won't allow it to happen." I heard grunts of approval from the back seat.

I smiled shyly at Bobby. It would put my mind at ease too. So I agreed with his plan. "Sure. I would enjoy seeing the guys again."

It was a good thing too because as soon as the words left my mouth we were pulling into the under ground garage on Haywood. There was a line of black SUVs arriving within moments of each other. Ours was the first to get there. Bobby parked and we all got out to head for the elevator. Ranger was standing by it waiting for us.

"Babe are you okay? I heard what happened."

"I'm fine. I was well taken care of. I thought you were taking care of things here. Who's watching the monitors?" I replied.

"Couple of temporary contract workers," was his short response; man of few words as always.

After the brief encounter with Ranger, Bobby and I excused ourselves to make our way to his apartment. When I felt secure in our other home, I let the emotions I carried from the station come out.

I shivered and collapsed onto Bobby's couch literally shaking with sobs. Bobby wasted no time joining me. He pulled me into his arms and gave me his brand of comfort, my favorite. He held me gently as he stroked his hand up and down my back, all the while he whispered that everything would be alright.

I sniffled again and looked up at Bobby as I spoke through the hiccups. "No it won't be alright. I'm never gonna get any better."

"What do you mean?" He asked patiently.

"Every day I feel like I'm getting just a bit better. Then something happens, like the stuff with Joe and Colin today and I take a big step backwards in my recovery." I explained with stuttered breaths. Bobby just looked at me tenderly but didn't respond so I continued. "I'm so disappointed in myself. I feel so weak and worthless."

"Hey now, none of that. You are not worthless nor weak. You are one of the strongest people I know. You've been through something brutal and yes you are making remarkable progress. Yes, you may be taking a tiny step backwards, but look at how many steps you have taken forward. And those backwards steps are not your fault. They all have revolved around Morelli and came from when you were confronted by him. Your fear is understandable, warranted even. All of the blame lies on Morelli's conscience, not yours. Please Tiger, you know I'm right. I am a doctor after all. I even did a rotation in the psych ward." He smiled playfully at me. I had to smile back. My Bobby was an incredible man.

Did I just call him 'my Bobby'? Well I guessed he was, all the guys were 'my guys' so yeah, he's my Bobby.

The moment I was thinking this, Bobby's phone went off with a text message. Bobby pulled it off of his hip and glanced at the readout. I could've sworn I saw a devilish gleam in his eyes for a split second there. But he quickly covered it up.

"That was Les. Junior and Binkie spotted one of our skips at a bar downtown. We need to pick him up now, his bond forfeits tomorrow. I'll be back as soon as I can. You look exhausted. Why don't you shower and try to get some rest?"

"Okay. Be careful. All of you. I need all my guys, but I especially need you." I admitted in a small voice.

"I promise. We will all be aware of our surroundings and watch each others' backs." He vowed then placed a light kiss to my temple. Then he was out the door in a blur of movement.

I had one more thing I had to do before I could shower and retire for the night. I picked up my phone to make the call.

BPOV

When Les first told me a few days ago about their 'little plan' for the prank on Morelli, I thought they were all crazy. How would they ever get away with it, especially if they wanted it to remain anonymous. They felt if Morelli knew who it came from that it would anger him more and he may go after Steph in retaliation. We were not willing to take that chance. He was about to give me my answers.

I walked up the flight of stairs to the 4th floor. My apartment was located on the 3rd floor with the medical offices and the single handicapped apartment we kept for those of us who got injured.

The door to Les' apartment was wide open and I could hear laughter and joking coming from numerous guys. I recognized several of the voices before I entered. I heard Les, Hector, Colin, Ram, Woody, Vince, Hal, and Cal right away. I ambled across the threshold and announced myself.

"Didn't you guys party enough at Rossini's earlier?"

"Nah man, we were discussing it." Les chuckled then continued. "Ram picked it up at lunch time today and he took a picture of it before boxing it up and taking it to the 'delivery service'. Hector arranged one of his Stark street contacts to do the drop off for us in the morning. After all the whole thing was originally Hec and Colin's idea."

A positively evil smile passed over Hector's face before he spoke. "Si it was our idea. Although I would rather use my knives to carve the image into the bastardo myself."

Ram then passed me his cell phone with a picture already pulled up for me to look at. As I stared at the image the grin on my face grew in size. This thing was damn perfect. All of us had chipped in at the local trophy shop to buy a little award for Officer Morelli. It was a basic wooden plaque approximately 9 x 13 inches. Along the bottom center was a small golden rectangle engraved with the name "Joseph Anthony Morelli". In the center was a rather large bronzed penis. But the kicker was the golden letters that ran across the top and spelled out "Dickhead of the Millennium".

"Isn't it fucking awesome?" Cal asked.

"Truth in advertising," Woody drawled.

We were brought out of our revelry by Colin's phone going off. He looked at the readout and shushed us before he mouthed "Steph". We all got quiet immediately and listened intently to make sure nothing was wrong. He hung up after just a few minutes.

"She okay?" I worried.

"She's fine. She just wanted to make sure I was doing alright after my ordeal at the station." He laughed. "So are you happy with how it looks?" He added.

"It's cool man. I just wish I could see his face when he gets it."

"I'm sure someone at the station will get us a picture or maybe a video." Les suggested with glee in his voice. I shook my head at his exuberance. He really was like a child sometimes.

"Alright. I'll see you jokers tomorrow. I'm beat. Have fun." I said on my way back out the door.

I headed back to my own apartment ready for this night to be over. Everything was quiet when I entered. The only light was from the glowing numbers on the cable box.

I walked down the hallway toward my bedroom, making as little noise as possible. If Steph was already asleep I didn't want to wake her. I peeked in and saw she was fast asleep so I crept back down the hall to the bathroom and took a shower. I was so tired that I fell asleep easily, even on my uncomfortable sofa.

The next morning ... JPOV (Morelli)

I hardly slept at all last night. I was so pissed at everyone, at the whole situation. First of all my wife, she was wrong to leave me. But don't worry I had no doubt I would get her back.

Second the chief, I can't believe he just let that hooligan walk out of jail. He attacked me for Christ's sake! Then there was the rest of those assholes from Haywood. I knew I would make them all pay somehow.

Lastly, I had a killer headache; migraine from stress it had to be. I couldn't do anything about it other than take some pain pills and deal with it. I had to be at work in thirty minutes. I had a meeting to attend. Shit, I needed to get going.

I arrived at work ten minutes later, still cranky as hell. My day was about to get worse, I could feel it in my bones.

I strutted into the station with my head held high, painful as it was to do. I was met with the stares of my fellow brothers in blue, some of them were trying hard to hide snickers and peals of laughter behind their hands or case files. I wondered what that was about.

As I walked by the chief's office I heard him call my name. I turned to see he was coming toward me with a box in his arms.

"Morelli, this arrived for you first thing this morning." He told me while passing the box to me.

I looked down at the box and noticed the black tape was cut open on it and the flaps were hanging loose. "You opened it?" I accused.

"Of course I did. I had to make sure it was safe. The bomb squad also checked it for explosives." He explained.

I heard more giggles and chuckles coming from all around me. What the hell? The answers to all my questions were contained within the cardboard I was holding. It was time to open it and find out what was amusing my coworkers so much.

I lifted the flaps and instantly saw red. My anger only multiplied significantly when the roars of laughter reached my ears. I spun around and was shocked to see that every man and woman in uniform was laughing their asses off at me. Not one single person was immune to the insanity. But it was the chants of "dickhead, dickhead" that pushed my blood pressure to the boiling point.

I marched over to my office and retreated to the safety inside after slamming the door behind me. I threw the box to the corner of the room and slumped down behind my desk. I had no doubts about who did this, several whos in fact. Those pussies were going to pay dearly for this. This meant war! #############################