I just have to say thank you for your patience, waiting so long for this chapter. I know its been a long while. I would like to thank everyone who's stuck around and all of the reviewers.

Thank you to my wonderful Beta Heather (Txbabefan) for helping me get the idea for this chapter pinned down.

I hope you enjoy this long awaited chapter.

Chapter 11

Doing What We Do Best

Carlos POV:

"Come in," I said. "Shut the door."

She walked in and Rage shut the door. There was only one chair open, so Steph left it for Rage and settled herself in my lap. My hand found her slightly rounded stomach and I sprawled my hand over the bump. The other settled on her thigh anchoring her to me.

"Rage," Steph said, nodding for him.

"Both Morelli and Hank are ex-Navy. They were both stationed at the Norfolk base. Morelli for six months. Hank for nine. They also seemed to be on a ship together during that time and bunked together. This is their connection."

"How did we not find this?" Tank asked.

"Morelli was discharged on a medical, but that's a cover," Rage said.

"A what?"

"Morelli slept with and got his chief's teenage daughter pregnant. The girl kept the baby. Chief made Morelli sign over his rights after a paternity test," Steph answered. I rubbed my hand over Steph's belly.

"Morelli is still under house arrest, right?" Tank asked. I nodded.

"We already know the Captain and the Chief of Police are involved in whatever Morelli is doing. They're covering for him and have been. It's time we dig into the both of them. I don't want my baby growing up in the middle of this," Steph said. I could hear the worry in her voice. She didn't want our child in the crossfire. I kissed her neck.

"We're going to handle this, Babe. For now, we're going to have to take extra precautions. We're not going to let anything happen to you two," I said.

She smiled at me. I could see the worry and fatigue in her eyes. "Let's adjourn for now," I said.

I stood with Steph in my arms. "Let's get you upstairs to take a nap," I whispered, pressing a kiss to her temple. Rage followed us out of the room.

"Steph, are you okay?"

"I'm fine. Just tired. Come get me if you find anything," she said.

"You and that baby get some rest," Rage told her. "I'll see you in a few hours."

She smiled at him before the elevator doors closed. "When you wake up, I'll have Ella bring up lunch," I told Steph as we stepped off on Seven.

"Thank you," she muttered against my neck. She was already half asleep. I carried her to our room and laid her in the bed, slipping off her shoes, cargos, and shirt. I pulled off her bra and slid my shirt off and onto her. She curled up on her side; it seemed to be the easiest way for her to sleep with her growing stomach.

I kicked off my shoes and slipped off my cargos sliding into bed behind her, wrapping my arms around her. "You should go back to work," she murmured.

"Babe, this is a first. You never tell me to work more, especially when we're in bed together," I said, feigning hurt.

"I'm not forcing you to leave," she said. I could hear the smile in her voice. "I would love if you stayed and held me."

"I'm not going anywhere, Babe," I said against her ear. She snuggled back into me, and I felt her drift back off to sleep.

My hand traced over her stomach. I still couldn't believe Steph and I were married and had a baby on the way. I never thought this would happen. I never thought Steph would be mine permanently. I always thought she would marry Morelli and maybe before I died, I would get to see her one last time after he took her away from me.

God, I was such a stupid asshole! All those years pushing her away. I think we just weren't ready before. That's why we never pushed to make it work. We weren't ready. But now we were and now we were bringing a new life into the world.

I couldn't believe we were bringing a child into the world. I was so happy that we were having a baby and I couldn't believe it would be a part of both of us. Would it be a miniature Steph or a mini me? A combo of the both of us? I couldn't wait. To be honest, I wanted a little girl, with curly brown hair, blue eyes that looked and acted just like her mother.

After a nap and lunch, Steph and I went back downstairs. Along with those already involved, Hector and Ram joined us. Steph was sketching out what the Morelli house looked like while we were planning. She sat forward in her chair, laying the sketch on the table.

I pulled it over and studied it, before passing it to Tank. It would be passed around the table. "How are we going to do this?" I asked.

"Angela Morelli and Grandma Bella will be out of the house for Mass on Sunday. The only problem is, Morelli will still be there," Steph started. "All of the women will be at church and the men will be at the lodge or watching football."

"Still the issue lies with Morelli," Les said.

"Sedate him," Rage suggested.

"How do we sedate him?" Bobby asked.

"Through his food," Steph said. I could see the wheels turning in her head.

"How?"

"We'll have to figure out a way to fuck up the kitchen first. The next thing is Angela is going to order Pino's. She always does when she can't cook. There's a history of her gas line not working. Cut off the gas, she can't cook, they order from Pino's," Steph said with a grin. "We listen in to the phone line to figure out their order. Morelli always gets the sub, Angela and Bella get pasta."

"Slip a sedative in his food. He'll be knocked out for a while," I finished. Steph grinned at me.

"A couple who plans together, stays together," Les said, putting a spin on the original. I grinned and Steph squeezed my hand.

"So, Saturday," Rage said. "We have three days to plan."

I nodded and the guys around the table agreed. "Let's get to planning," Steph said.

Steph POV:

I sat at my desk. Carlos, Les, Tank, Bobby and Rage's body cams split one of my screens. Hector and Ram sat in my office watching other monitors. Over my headset I could hear the chatter back and forth between the two teams.

"Gas is disabled," Les said.

"Book it back to the SUV. Babe, are you tapped into the phone?" Carlos asked. I could hear movement over the comms.

"Yep. Now, we wait."

Thirty minutes later, they made the call. Mrs. Morelli called into Pino's. Over the phone I could hear her yelling for Joe, asking what he wanted. He yelled back that he wanted a meatball sub. The order was for two lasagnas and a meatball sub.

I quickly called in an order for three meatball subs. Bobby and Les intercepted the order at the counter, accidently picking up the Morelli order instead of the Manoso order. I had to grin. Bobby put the sedative in before taking it to the counter and telling Pino he grabbed the wrong one.

From there the delivery boy left with the order to the Morelli house. There was a round of cheers as the delivery was taken inside.

"Let's head back," Carlos said.

"Hector, are you listening in on Hank?"

"I've reviewed the audio. Nothing of interest," Hector answered.

"Keep listening to see if Morelli calls him," I told him. He nodded.

A few minutes later the elevator opened. I shooed Ram and Hector out of my office and went to greet Carlos at the doors. He was still in his tack gear, minus his body cam. I grinned at him, and he wrapped his arms around me pulling me close.

He leaned down and claimed my lips in a passionate kiss. I knew he was looking to burn off some adrenaline since this part of the op didn't burn off what was pumping through his veins.

"We going upstairs?" I purred. He grinned.

"Babe," He said. He wrapped his arm around my waist, walking backwards into the elevator and pressed the button for seven. We rode up and Carlos led me into the apartment.

"Let me jump in the shower, Babe. Give me two minutes," he said, kissing me.

"I'm good in the shower." I purred, he growled in response and picked me up carrying me in the bathroom.

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Carlos POV:

Tank and I sat across the street, in a SUV watching. Both of the Morelli women left, and we waited. Les and Bobby followed them to make sure they didn't come back and to warn us if they changed course.

Ram and Rage were in the SUV on the street behind the house. "Let's go," I said over the comms. Rage would be joining me inside; he would take the downstairs and I would take the upstairs.

Picking the front door, I slipped inside. The house was clean, very clean. Just as we suspected, which would make it harder to disguise we were here. Women like the Morelli women had a place for everything; they would notice if something was out of place.

I made my way upstairs, pulling out the bag of bugs Hector had given me. They were the smallest devices currently on the private market; the battery lasted for up to six months and they only turned on when they detected voices. Once a day they transmitted all of the recordings to us, then it would erase the previous recordings so there would be no storage issues. If the device was found and broken open to access the files, it cleaned itself after transmitting what was on it.

I started by checking in on Morelli. He laid face down in bed, he was snoring and drooling. I felt my face scrunch up. The room reminded me of that of a teenage boy. Posters of women plastered across the walls, stiff socks, clothes strewn all over the place, baseball and hockey stats, sheets were stained with white spots. This was nasty as hell. I placed one bug on the underside of the mattress frame and another behind the vanity

I tried my hardest to ignore the smell in the bathroom. Making my way out I made sure to check if Morelli was still passed out. He wasn't waking up anytime soon. Once the whole upper floor was bugged, I met Rage in the living room.

"Bugs are planting. Where are the women?"

"Still at church," Les answered.

"Let's move out. Mission is a success."

"Ranger, we have a tango moving inbound," Tank said.

"Who the hell is here?" I asked, hearing a vehicle pulling in.

"The gas company. Ride back with Rage and Ram."

Rage and I moved silently through the house and out the back door. We had to climb the privacy fence but once we were over, we made our way into the SUV.

"Back to Rangeman." I ordered.

"Steph, Hector. Bugs are placed. We'll be back at Rangeman in ten minutes."

"We'll be in the weapons room when you get here, so we can put away equipment."

"Understood," I said smiling.