AN: I know, I know, I'm the worst writer ever. This story may not be updated regularly, but I'm going to try. I will finish it, hopefully in the next two months. Let me know what you think ladies; give my muse that little extra push :)

Lester laid the crime scene photographs on the table as he explained. "Vic's name is Liz Gorack. Street name is Cherry. TPD is reluctant to classify it as part of our case, but Gazarra copied the file for us. She was out last night with some friends and didn't show up to pick up her son from the sitter. If he'd picked any of her friends we'd never have known before tonight."

"Did we scare him off? Or wait too long? I thought the profiler said he only went after prostitutes when he was having trouble finding a target." I was looking from one of them to the other, waiting for someone to tell me I'd screwed up, that was the only answer I could think of.

Ranger pulled me off my seat and into his lap, sighing into my hair. "Babe, nothing he does is your fault. Maybe he's getting restless, or escalating. I think we should take a little extra time planning things for tonight though. I don't want to take any chances with this bust."

I nodded against his chest, turning to look at the guys. "I think I can guarantee he'll try to take me tonight, but none of you are going to like the how of it…"

***

"I still don't think this is a good idea, White Girl."

We were sitting at Chili's and I'd just finished telling the girls my plan. Connie and Mary Lou were both nodding, I assume in agreement with Lula. "I'm not saying it is, but it's the best I've been able to come up with. Ranger and Lester think it's absolutely insane, but they're going along with it for now. We probably won't be able to even pull it off knowing my luck."

"Speaking of Batman…" Connie motioned over my shoulder to the group of "casual" Rangemen coming our way. "I think that's our cue to get a move on."

We'd dressed at my place, and were already wearing our wires. Ranger's eyes drifted over my outfit; from the canary yellow halter top with a banded waist, over the dark washed skinny jeans, to hesitate on my yellow Doc Martens. "Babe"

I laughed, smacking Lester's hand away from my Wonder Woman handbag. "Well, I had a pair of killer FMPs picked out, but after our discussion today I figured these would be more practical."

We were all in jewel tones tonight. Mary Lou was wearing an aquamarine peasant top over faded cuffed Bermuda shorts with aqua and pink leopard print pumps. Connie's top was a deep violet and looked amazing with her blue jeans, though her zippered violet and green peep toes made me wish I'd have stuck with my FMPs. Lula was the only one of us brave enough to wear a dress tonight, it was pink, white, and black and fit her like a glove. Her shoes were plain black pumps with a pink under side. I couldn't help the snicker that escaped as I watched Tank's reaction to her.

Ranger pulled me a little ways away from everyone as we headed out to the cars. "Babe, are you sure you want to do this? We can always find some other way to get him."

"I'm sure we could, but this will work now, and the sooner he's in custody the better. I'll be okay, Carlos," I smirked up at him, "or are you worried about me smacking you? I promise I'll take it easy."

He pulled me close and kissed my forehead, chuckling softly. "I'm sure you'll make it very realistic, Babe. But, if you start to get a bad feeling about things, find one of us, okay?"

I nodded and pulled away to climb into Mary Lou's van. "I promise."

He leaned in the window, turning my ear bud on and whispering. "Go get 'em, Tiger."

***

Liquid was definitely a different place on Saturday nights. Lula led the way to a table near the dance floor and we were mostly deaf by the time we sat down. I was positive the place was over its occupational cap, but the Rangeman at the door (Gene) let us through. The song on was slow, but the guy rapping was talking so fast I couldn't follow a word. We ordered drinks, mine virgin, and people watched for a while.

"Girls this here's a great song lets get out there…" Lula dragged me out to the floor and proceeded to grind against the closest guy. I heard a few snickers over my ear piece and figured the guys had made it inside. I glanced towards the entrance and didn't see them, though I caught sight of Williams. I made sure not to stare too long, hard not to when he was openly watching me. I saw Hector moving my way and had to bite back a smile. He was quite possibly the scariest guy on Ranger's payroll, and he was only 5'5". He leaned into me as Lollipop by Lil Wayne started.

"He's been watching since you got in here…" I nodded and tried to push Hector away, if he'd fought me about it I'd have never budged him. He shook his head and went back to his table. It was an effort not to drool over the crowd of "street" Rangemen. Ranger was watching me while Hector spoke in his ear. The glare I sent them was made more believable when I pick out a few choice Spanish words from the mics.

Ram found me a few minutes later, hard eyeing the guy I'd been dancing with. I made a show of ignoring him and dancing with Mary Lou instead, we giggled when he stomped off too. I went back to the table for a while, downing another "margarita" and shooting nasty looks towards the guys. Ramon, being egged on by the others, came and pulled me to the dance floor, but as soon as Flo Rida was over I went back to the table again. Williams was sitting a table away again, and Connie looked about to faint every time he looked our way.

"Cheer up, Connie. It could be worse; they could try and join us…" I motioned to Ranger and she laughed.

"Steph, the only one of us that would mind that is you. I'm pretty sure Lula is going home with Tank tonight anyway." I glanced out to the dance floor and shook my head.

"Well at least one of us is having fun" We'd been yelling to hear over the music, and I was positive Williams had followed the whole exchange.

I made my way out to the dance floor after finishing my fourth drink. I weaved a little through a song by Busta I'd never heard, and then one about running that might have been funny any other night. I could hear the guys trying to figure out who should come get me and used the excuse of pushing my hair out of my face to cover my mouth. "Vince."

He was giving me a cocky smirk when he found me, and pulled me close. I frowned at him and had to stand on tip toe to talk into his ear. "He hasn't come anywhere near me out here yet… Maybe, never mind. He's coming out now." When the song ended I pulled away from Vince and scowled up at him. "I'm a big girl, Vince. I can take care of myself. When I'm ready to leave I will, why don't you run back and tell him that?"

Williams waited until Vince was well out of the area before moving up to me. I turned my back to him as "Turnin' Me On" started and hoped he didn't notice the full body shudder. He was pressed against me from behind and his breath was warm against my ear (without the ear bud). "You were here last week end…"

"Ten points for you Captain Obvious…" I turned back to him with a smirk.

"Seems like you have another group of fans again this week." He motioned to the guys' table.

"Really just more of the same group, we work together."

"Seems like one of them is more than a coworker." I glanced over my shoulder to see the not so fake look of hate on Ranger's face. Scary. I turned back and shrugged.

"That's my boss; he's a bit over protective."

Williams snorted, and put his hands up in an 'I give up' gesture. I turned around again just as Ranger got to us. Fuming Ranger made me take a step back, which caused me to bump into Williams. He steadied me with a hand on my shoulder and murmured. "Seems more jealous to me."

I stepped back up to Ranger and poked him in the chest. "Why is it every time I come out with the girls you think you need to send a whole cadre of babysitters?"

He grabbed my arm and pulled me farther from Williams. I yanked my arm away from him with a growl. "What the hell is wrong with you?"

"I could ask you the same thing Babe." I watched the muscle in his jaw tick and had to force myself to stay mad. "Having fun throwing yourself at anything on two legs?"

I hauled off and smacked him across his cheek with a resounding crack. "Who the hell do you think you are? First of all, who I do what with is none of your business. Second, I happen to be dancing, not throwing myself at anyone!"

I stomped away from them both; the hair on my arms trying to crawl off letting me know Williams was following. I got back to the table and snatched up my purse. I tossed a wad of bills of the table and yelled to Mary Lou and Connie. "I'm going to call a cab, can one of you make sure Lula knows I'm happy for her."

"Hun, do you think that's a great idea?" Mary Lou kept glancing over my shoulder so I spun around again.

Lester and Hector were holding on to Ranger's arms and whispering in his ear. It was hard not to react when what they were saying was different variations of be 'careful' to me.

Ranger pulled away from them and came towards me. I turned away and stomped towards the door. He caught my arm again as I was stepping outside. "Where do you think you're going?"

"Home you idiot! Why don't you go back to your cronies and leave me the hell alone!"

I was yanking my arm away from him again when Williams stepped up behind him. "You need a hand?"

"Actually, yeah," I talked over Ranger's 'go away'. "Can you walk me out?"

He nodded and shouldered past Ranger and motioned me out ahead of him. I sighed heavily when the cool air hit my bare shoulders. "What a mess, sorry you got dragged into that." I turned around just in time to see him touch a taser to my arm.

AN: No beta here, lemme know if something got past me :D Next chapter will be up just as soon as it's finished, please don't hate me.