A/N: Here's that extra chapter I promised. As always thanx for the great reviews.

I woke up angry. Normally after I get knocked out it takes a while for me to remember the turn of events that led to my unconsciousness, but this time I remembered exactly what had happened. Ranger had happened. I realized two things simultaneously, one I was in the backseat of a moving truck. And two, I was handcuffed to the door. That meant my chances for an escape were equal to that of hell freezing over. I sat up ignoring a spell of wooziness, and my eyes narrowed as I saw Ranger driving in the front seat. I wanted to slap him, but I was handcuffed. I looked down at my feet and was debating kicking him in the head when he spoke up.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you Steph, I'm already pissed off enough as it is."

Whoa back up buddy.

"Your pissed" I screeched. "You knocked me out, handcuffed me to a door, your kidnapping me, which by the way is a federal offense, and I have a blinding headache and your pissed, by the way what are you doing toting around chloroform for anyway."

Ranger glared at me in the rearview mirror. "I'm the one asking the questions, now what the hell were you thinking today, Rims could have been waiting in the backseat of your car."

I glared at him silently.

"You're giving me the silent treatment now? Real mature Stephanie."

I flipped him the bird.

"I saw that."

Finally I did the only thing I could think of. I began to scream.

"Damn-it Stephanie cut that out."

I screamed louder. Ranger yanked the wheel and stepped on the brakes. He threw open the door and bounced out, I could hear the gravel crunching under his feet as he stalked to the back door. Now I was really screaming out of fear of what he would do to me. He yanked open the door and slid in beside me. He gently picked up my feet and put them in his lap. No wait this wasn't right, he wasn't twisting the silencer onto the gun. He leaned over and for the second time that day put his palm over my mouth, effectively smothering my screams.

"Babe, please stop it."

I instantly shut up at the sound of my nickname. He removed his hand.

"I'm sorry." He whispered it so softly I barely heard him.

"I don't give a damn what you are Ranger. My boyfriend just cheated on me with Terri, queen of Slutville. I got attacked by a psychotic rapist. And right now I'm currently handcuffed to the back of your truck, being carted off to God knows where after being knocked out by one of the few people I ever though I could trust, so don't you dare talk to me about sorry. I'm sorry for ever trusting you."

Ranger's head snapped up. "What can I do to make it better?"

"How does dropping dead sound to you?" I asked crossly.

"Don't hold your breath for that one babe." He looked up and his game face was back in place. "I'll un-cuff you if you promise not to run."

I nodded.

He leaned over me pressing his body down on mine as he fiddled with my handcuffs. My arms slid out of my restrains and I felt the pain instantly surge through my wrist. I moaned and he gently took a hold of them. He began massaging them with the tips of his fingers. I felt the blood begin to flow normally and the pricks of sharp pain subsided. Then I became aware of the fact that Ranger was still sprawled across me. I looked into his eyes and saw them darken with desire.

"Look Ranger I know your worried but I'm fine, I can take care of myself you know, I-"

Rangers lips crashed into mine smothering my words. I let out a moan and wrapped my arms loosely around his neck. He shifted his body, and I could feel him pressed against my thigh.

"God babe, I want you, but we can't do this here." He whispered roughly in my ear. I blinked and became aware of the fact that we were still in the backseat of his truck. Then I felt my stomach about to declare full on mutiny. "Ranger, get off of me."

His brow furrowed and he looked down at me. "Ranger, I'm going to be sick." Ranger instantly slid out of the truck, dragging me with him. As soon as I stepped out I ran to a grassy spot, and proceeded to get sick. Afterwards Ranger handed me a towel and gave me time to clean my face, before I could protest he scooped me up in his arms. Somehow he managed to open to the door with me draped in his arms, and settled me in the front seat. I closed my eyes and leaned my head back. When I opened my eyes again we were still on the road, going God only knew where. A Diner sign caught my eye, and my stomach began to growl.

"Ranger pull over at the Diner." I pointed at the sign.

"You still feeling sick."

"No I'm feeling hungry."

Ranger shot me a questioning look "You just threw up, you sure you wanna eat."

"Please I'm seriously hungry."

"Your not going to try to run away, are you?"

I threw up my hands. "Run to where, I don't have the slightest idea where we are. I'm just really hungry okay."

Ranger guided the wheel into the parking lot, and before he even put the car in park I had jumped out and begun to follow the smell of food.

In the end I ordered two slices of pizza, two chicken wing, large mashed potato's, mac and cheese, and an apple pie. Ranger just stared at me in horrified fascination as I devoured the food as if it were a kid's meal.

"What haven't you ever seen a person eating before?"

"No one eats quite like you babe."

"Thank you I'll take that as a compliment."

"Babe, are you okay. You've been acting weird, not that that's not normal, but you've been acting really weird."

I furrowed my brow. "I haven't been acting weird, why would you say that?"

"Never mind, let's roll out."

Ranger paid the bill, which was kind of sad since all he had to eat was a salad and unsweetened ice tea. Guess he was still holding strong to that whole 'my body is a temple' thing. And he thinks I'm weird.

After another hour of staring at the passing scenery Ranger slowed down the car and turned into a gravel road. I peered through the trees trying to spot the safe house.

"Don't bother the house is deep in the woods."

O-kay.

I plopped my head back into the headrest and twitted my thumbs.

Ranger grabbed my hands. "That's really annoying."

"So-rry." I wasn't really.

I started click my tongue.

"Babe…"

"yeah?'

"You know in some cultures it's okay for a man to cut out a woman's tongue."

I instantly stopped clicking my tongue. Jeez all he had to do was ask. I sat iron-rod stiff the rest of the ride in fear of getting various pieces of my anatomy cut off. Finally after a few more minutes of driving in silence we pulled in front of a cabin. I felt my eyes widen as I looked at the sight in front of me. The cabin was huge. It was built with soft aged wood. I foolishly thought maybe we would be staying in a cabin like "Little House on the Prairie." But this was nothing like that. I stumbled out of the Trailblazer and stared up at the cabin in awe.

"You like?" Ranger asked.

Before I had a chance to reply to front door of the cabin opened, and Lester and Bobby ambled out. Shit.

I smiled what I hoped was and endearing smile. "Hi guys."

"Don't even try it Bombshell." Lester grinned. "You're so in trouble."

I jumped behind Ranger, and he laughed. "Hey don't hide behind me. I'm not going to save you."

Lester and Bobby let out a hoot of laughter and grabbed me. Bobby hefted me up over his shoulder and hauled me off to the house.

"You guys I should warn you, I'm not feeling all that great, if I puke on you it's your own fault."

Bobby grunted and put me down onto my feet. His face turned serious as he led me into the house. "Are you still feeling sick?"

"Not really, I guess I'm just tired." I yawned and leaned against the wall.

"Well you should go lay down for a bit, I'll come up and check on you in an hour or two."

"Your not going to poke me with a needle or anything are you." I grinned.

"Hey I'm the medic, I can poke you with what ever I want to." He gave me a wolf grin.

I smiled coyly. "Hey whatever, if you want to play doctor, I'm all up for it."

"Yeah right and who's going to bandage me up, after Ranger gets through with me."

My smile faltered. "What do you mean?"

Bobby shook his head. "Nothing, forget it, go get some sleep."

He guided me to a fully furnished bedroom and walked out. A few seconds later he returned carrying a large black bag in one hand, and my tank with Rex in the other. "Here's your stuff, you should find everything you need, if you don't tell me and I'll make a run for you."

I smiled at him sleepily. "I think I love you Bobby." I gave him a kiss on the cheek.

When I leaned back he was blushing. He shook his head and walked out closing the door softly behind him. I bent over and smiled at Rex.

"Maybe it won't be so bad."

Rex just stared back at me I could almost hear him saying 'yeah right'

I woke up to the sound of my cell phone ringing. I groaned and rolled over blindly groping for the phone.

"Ugghh" I moaned sleepily

" Stephanie, I've been waiting for you." Rims.

I instantly shot up.

"What do you want?"

"I want you of course."

"Well come and get me ass-hole." I said with false bravo

He chuckled menacingly. "Don't worry I will." Then he hung up.

I hung up and threw the phone against the wall. I heard a banging sound in the back of my mind, and it took me a moment to realize it was someone knocking on the door.

"You decent Bombshell." Bobby.

"Yeah."

He walked in with a serious expression on his face. "We need to talk."

All thoughts of the previous phone call flew out of my head. That statement was just about one of the worst anyone could hear. People said 'we need to talk' when they were about to break-up with someone, or when someone had died.

"What's wrong is my family okay?"

"Yeah their fine, it's you I'm worried about."

I frowned why was everyone worried about me, I mean besides the fact that I had a homicidal rapist/murder out to make me his next victim, or that I had just caught my boyfriend doing the horizontal tango with Terry, but hey nothing unusual about any of that.

He continued. "I need to ask you a serious question, and I need you to answer honestly."

I rolled my eyes. "What's with the dramatics Bobby, I'm sure whatever it is, is no big deal." I grabbed a bottle of water and took a sip.

"Okay then." He paused and took a breath. "Are you pregnant?"