Disclaimer: See previous pages, because I'm getting pretty sick of typing this crap over and over again.

In retrospect, going to my apartment wasn't one of the smartest things I could have done. As a matter of fact it was right up there with jumping out of a plane without a parachute. But in my defense, I was still reeling from the fact that I was going to be a Mommie. Back to the present.

" Hello Mrs. Plum."

"Actually it's Ms. Plum." Okay not sure why I had to do it, but it's annoying when someone is about to kill you and they can't get their facts straight.

"Oh, forgive me, Ms. Plum. I've been waiting."

"Have you? Well forgive me for barging in and ruining your waiting process. As a matter of fact I'll just slip into some clothes and be out of your way. That way you can get right back to waiting." I began to inch towards the door. Which was pointless since I had barricaded myself in

"Ah ah ahhh. Ms. Plum I don't think so." He grabbed my arm and stilled my movements.

"Really, then what do you think?" I asked. Stephanie Plum master of stall tactics.

"I think me and you need to go somewhere a little more privately and have ourselves a nice long…chat, what do you think."

Well personally I would have preferred to have my eyes poked out with hot needles, but hey why piss him off.

"That sound's nice."

Michael smiled obviously pleased with himself. My hand inched closer and closer to my lamp.

"See I knew you wanted me the other night, why'd you go all ice queen on me."

"Because my ex was there. I didn't want him to see me with you, he might have hurt you." My hand brushed the cool metal lamp and I prayed feverishly that I wouldn't miss.

"So you want to-" His sentence ended abruptly as the lamp came in contact with his head. He slumped to the floor in a crumpled heap, and I ran into my room and quickly donned the towel for my jeans and baby-tee.

No way I was going to be killed in a cotton towel. If I had my say, It'd be a nice Gucci dress, low cut, and spaghetti straps. Preferably black. I'm a burg girl, if I'm going to be taken out, it's going to be in style.

Seconds later I creped out of my room, and slunk towards the door, being careful not to disturb Michael's intimate nap on the floor. I was almost there when an arm reached out and snatched my ankle. I let out a shriek as I crashed to the floor. Then out of pure instinct and the grace of God my foot came into contact with Michael's face. He grunted as he took the blow and his grip loosened. I shot to my feet and darted back to my bedroom. Slamming and locking the door, and effectively locking the psycho loony out. I heard him crash into the door.

"Com'on Stephanie we're getting to be good friends."

Yeah right, and I'm not attracted to Ranger.

"I'm calling the cop's Mikey boy, let's see how friendly you are with them and the boy's in jail-block D." I lied

He let out a string of curses and kicked the door. "How much you wanna bet I can get in and get you before they get here."

He slammed against the door again and the wood splintered a little.

I ran to my window and tugged it open and crawled out onto the slippery fire escape. No way I was staying around to see if he would win the bet. I stumbled down the rain-slicked stairs until I had to stop to pull down the rest of the staircase. I tugged at it, but it wouldn't budge. I looked down, it wasn't a bad jump, if I didn't mind breaking both of my legs and possibly my neck. Rails clattered and I heard clamoring above me and I looked up to see Michael making his way down after me. Shit. I ran back up a set of stairs to someone's window and banged on it. "Help, let me in."

The lights were off. Nobody was home.

My fingers slid along the wet glass. "Please help."

I looked back up and watched as Michael slowly made his way down to me. He knew I was trapped so he was taking his time. The rain slapped against my face and blurred my vision, but I ran down the stairs until there was no more stairs left. Tires squealed as a black CR-V swerved into the lot. A glimmer of hope sprang through my body. Ranger was here, but would he get to me before Michael did? The doors opened and Ranger, Tank and Bobby jumped out.

"Ranger." I shouted. "Help."

All three glanced up and saw me. Even from the distance I could see the anger glinting in his eyes. I just hoped it was directed at the psycho above me.

"They can't get to you Ms. Plum." Startled I whirled around and looked at Michael. He grinned evilly, and grabbed my arm.

"Let go of me." I shrieked "you sorry son-" The rest of my cry was smothered my Michaels lips. I pushed and hit his shoulders, but he continued the assault on my lips. Finally I cracked when his shoved his tongue into my mouth, I bit him as hard as I could.

He screamed and pushed me back against the rail.

"You stupid bitch, your just like the rest of them."

Pain coursed through my body as he backhanded me.

"I'll teach you."

His fingers circled around my neck and he began to squeeze.

I spit in his face and he squeezed harder. My air began to run out and I clawed at his fingers. This was it, I was going to die, and so was my baby. Tears streamed down my face.

"This is what you deserve-" Suddenly Michael stopped in the middle of his rant and his fingers loosened their hold around my neck. I sucked in air and let out a few coughs. As I glanced back up I saw blood on my hands. I looked at Michael, his shirt was soaked in blood. I looked down and saw Ranger holding a smoking gun. Then I looked back at Michael, his eye's glazed over, and he smiled. He took a step to the edge and grabbed my arm. Before I realized what he was doing, it was to late. He jumped over the edge and tried to take me with him. I screamed and tightened my hold on a rail, but Michaels dead weight made it almost impossible to hold on I shook him off, but on the way down he grabbed my leg and I slid down after him. My legs dangled helplessly and I hung on for all I was worth.

A/N: Thanx for all the reviews, they keep me on my toes, not to mention crack me up. I'm sorry that your pain brings humor to me, I'm just twisted that way. Just kidding. In case you haven't noticed I've been posting hell-a-fast. Probably because I'm working on another fanfic, this one's a Harry Potter fic for all you Draco and Hermione luvers, but I won't start posting until about a week after this story is done, which it will be in one more chapter. So thanks again.

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