A/N: WARNING! This will probably be super different from everything you might have read either from me or generelly in (Babe) Fanfiction - at least according to my research. This won't be just a strong!Steph, but a bad!girl strong!Steph story. This is more like an idea I had, with no direction where this will be going, if it will be going somewhere and what possible plot lines could be - just so you are aware. But, I got that idea and it would not let me go for days.

There are two kinds of people in the world: Those who live by other people's standards and those who make the standards other people live by.

Everything in regards of who I was and how I was raised would have made me a prime candidate to turn out to be a category one. I was raised in a part of Trenton, New Jersey that is commonly known as 'The Burg' - a place where people strived of standards that someone somehow at some point established. In the Burg there was a certain path for you to walk. You were raised to be a faithful churchgoer that would venture into the world to find a suitable partner – preferably from the Burg as well – and settle down in order to have children, continue the line and raise kids with the same standards that once were applied to you.

Somewhere along the way I however took a detour. And never found my way back to the way I was supposed to be. Not that I complained about it if I was entirely honest. I had always been the wild child that had dreams bigger than people in the Burg could grasp.

My mother's goals for me were simple and yet always the same – since they applied to my sister as well. Find perfect husband, bear perfect children, live perfect blissful (boring) life and raise your children with the same principles, so they could find husbands – or wives – and continue that endless circle. My goals were slightly different: make something of myself and find my place in the world.

Since my mother had two daughters, I figure it is alright that one of us turned out like she had hoped and liked. The other one – namely me – didn't. I became everything I wasn't supposed to be. The anti-hero, the bad girl, the furthest away from the perfect child. But I made something of myself. Not that my mother cared. And quiet honestly, I didn't even blame my mother for hating me. I had become everything and much more than what she never had wanted. She once asked me whether I hated what I saw in the mirror every morning, and quiet honestly, the answer depended on the day you asked me. Most days I was actually quite happy with what greeted me back. I was maybe not the hottest girl in the Western Hemisphere but I was doing alright. Though, I knew, that wasn't what my mother meant. I had fallen from grace and was long outcasted from my family, because I was no longer just the black sheep, I had become something….worse.

If someone once long, long ago had mentioned what I'd grow up to become, I would most likely have laughed at them and turned away. I was so far away from everything and everyone, I was almost in my own galaxy.

Like with almost every girl's story, you could blame men for the dark path I went down years ago and was still more or less okay with walking. Joseph Morelli had been in my life since my early childhood, he had been the bad guy back then – like all Morelli boys – and had been The One for the longest time. He had been my first boyfriend and was also the one who could eventually claim my virginity. If things would have been a Hollywood movie and we would have stayed together, I am almost certain I wouldn't be on today's path, but rather living according my mother's ideas. A husband, kids, white picket fence. Morelli and me were complete opposites – I was the good girl with him as the bad boy. Now, the sides were reversed, he had become the good guy by joining the force and becoming a Detective with the local police department and I had become the bad girl. The very bad girl.

And then there was Xavier, my second love and technically the reason why I am where I am today. If you want to blame anyone, blame him, though, rest assured, I don't. I could have gotten out of this – or not even started it – long ago, but I didn't. Because… it turns out, for all these years people kept telling me I didn't really have a talent for anything, they were wrong. Because, this, what I'm doing, is something I'm actually spectacular at.

Plenty of people kept telling me that my only talent was to become a wife and mother – but turns out, all of them were wrong.

What I do? Well, before we get to that, maybe a few odd facts about me.

I never touched an illegal substance in my life and the closest I ever came to drugs was a few drags from a cigarette when I was 14 and felt rebellious for a total of five minutes.

I don't push anyone into a drug habit, but if you want to thrown your life away and make me a rich woman in the process, I certainly won't complain. Whether I take your money or the guy two streets over… you'll throw your life away one way or another anyway. So, who am I to quote your mother?

I actually donate generously to local anti-drug programs and rehabilitation centres as odd as it sounds. And no, it isn't just for my conscience and for me to be able to sleep at night. Even without the donations, I can guarantee you I'd sleep like a baby.

I'm not as ruthless as people make me out to be, but in this business, it helps to have a reputation – with vendors as well as with employees.

Who am I you wonder? And why am I telling you all these odd facts about me? I'm Stephanie Plum and I run the largest drug cartel on the East Coast. My territory stretches from Boston to DC, from Cleveland to NYC. And please, spare me the shock and the preachment you are about to start.

A/N: Hands up who is a bit shocked now? :) Apparently I found a show on Netflix called Queen of the South that kind of serves as inspirtation. And yes, I know that show is older, but hey, I usually don't buy into hype when it gets published... Also, depending on how people actually can buy into the story, it will get continued or not. Since it is very different and might be a big stretch for people to actually see Steph this way, it might be polarizing and maybe not get an update...I really condition this to feedback... which normally I wouldn't, but... well, it IS a very different and unusual setup...