Still don't own anything. sigh. Thanks for the reviews. Here's Chapter 5:

I watched Jamie disappear into the crowd. I was worried, sure, but something told me she'd be ok. She had survived this long, right?

"So whadda ya say we get outta here?" said Montelli with a slimy grin on his big slimy face.

I flashed him my million dollar smile at him, "sure."

Ranger dropped me off at my apartment after we hauled Montelli back to the clink. Jamie was still wearing her wire, and Ranger said she had gotten home ok.

"Thanks," I said to Ranger. I really wanted to ask him about him and Jamie, but I didn't think right now was the best time.

Ranger smiled and did the ESP thing. "Jamie and I spent a lot of time together. Most of it was working. The rest of the time we were friends. You can stop thinking about now," and then he grabbed me and kissed me. It was one of those toe-curling, brain-mashing, I-want-to-rip-your-clothes-off kinds of kisses. And he drove away before I regained consciousness.

I sighed and trudged into my apartment building. My knees were still a little weak from that kiss, so I opted for the elevator. When I got up to my apartment, I found my door unlocked. I guess Jamie was home. I walked in and found Jamie on the couch with her feet up on the coffee table and pressing a towel against her head.

"Jeez what happened?" I asked her.

She looked up at me, "He clipped me with a bullet but it's not so bad that I have to go to the hospital. Just a scratch." Yeah. Getting shot in the head was sooooo not that big a deal.

"You should still go though just to make sure."

"Nah, it's ok. I've had worse without visits to the hospital, believe me," she said, yawning. She was still wearing the red dress. I dropped her shoes on the floor and flopped down on the couch next to her.

"How did you get in? You don't have a key." I really didn't need to ask, seeing as she knew Ranger, but I wanted to know anyway.

"Never go anywhere without bobby pins." (A/N I don't know if that actually works but humor me, ok?)

"How did you get the chain off?" I asked.

"Sorry. If I told you I'd have to kill you," hmm…

"So who was that guy who came in the bar?"

Jamie laughed softly, looking straight ahead. She reminded me a little of Ranger and it was freaking me out. "That was Jack Summer. He's been after me for years. I can't even remember what I did to piss him off so bad. I probably stole something. My memory is so bad these days. Probably from getting hit in the head so many times. Anywho, he chased me all the way across town and I finally lost him. But not before he got a couple good shots at me."

Like sister, like sister, I thought. We both get shot at by psychos. My poor mother.

"So," said Jamie, looking at me again, "You're a bounty hunter now, eh? How is that working out for you?"

I sighed and slouched back, "Okay, I guess. I get stalked and shot at and cussed at and I'm always rolling in garbage, but otherwise it's okay."

"How did you get the job? I know you're family and all, but Vinnie isn't stupid and I don't think he'd hire anyone inexperienced."

I smiled, "I blackmailed him. I told him that if he didn't give me a chance I'd tell his wife about the duck."

Jamie burst out laughing. "I remember that! That was great. That was hilarious."

The next morning I was torn away from Dream-Land by a series of loud raps on the door. I called groggily for Jamie to get it but she didn't answer me. I staggered out of bed and shuffled past the couch, where Jamie lay snoring, half on the floor. The scene made me smile as I wrapped my bathrobe around my self and continued through the door. I pressed my face against the door and looked through the peephole.

"Damn," I whispered. It was the guy from last night. Jack Summer. The guy who was after Jamie. I looked back at the sleeping form that was my sister, and decided to play dumb. I opened the door, leaving the chain on, and peeked out.

"Yes?" I asked, making sure he couldn't look around me and see Jamie.

"Are you Stephanie Plum?"

"Who wants to know?" Time to play Wonder Woman.

"I was wondering if you had seen your sister, Jamie, lately. She owes me some money and I haven't been able to get a hole of her."

Hmmm. "Sorry. I haven't seen her in five years. You should try her friend…uh…Melony." When in doubt, fib.

Summer narrowed his eyes. "You're lying. I saw you with her last night at that bar. And I bet she's sleeping on your couch right now." Damn this guy is good.

"S'eph..?" Jamie mumbled from the living room, "whozat th'door?"

I winced. Summer shoved at the door, trying to get in. I held my ground, scared stiff.

Summer produced a gun. "Open the door," he growled.

The gun did it. I released the chain and opened the door. Jamie obviously knew he was here because when I followed Summer into the living room, she was gone.

"Where did she go?" He asked dangerously. He started to search the apartment, opening doors and shoving things out of his way.

"HEY!" I yelled at him, "Don't you have any respect for other people's property?"

Summer didn't answer me. He just kept searching the apartment. Finally satisfied that Jamie was no longer in the vicinity, he left, slamming the door behind him. I stood there stunned for a moment. My apartment was totally trashed. He had taken his anger out my wrenched all the pillows off the couch, dumping stuff from the cupboards onto the floor, and he even slashed my pillow with a knife. Can you say anger management?

I was pulled back to reality by the sound of my phone ringing. I picked it up before it could go to the answering machine.

"Is he gone?" Jamie asked.

"Yeah. Where are you?"

"I took your car to the bakery. Want some donuts?"

"Boston Crème."

Jamie returned as I was cleaning up.

"Jeez, sorry he came over," she said, taking in the mess, "I can leave if you want and get another apartment or something. I don't want to drag you into this." She set the bakery bag on the counter.

I sighed and extracted a Boston Crème out of the bag. "It's ok, I'm used to psychos messing up my apartment. It was firebombed once, you know."

"Yeah, I knew."

How, though? That was just a couple of years ago. Jamie was probably in a third world country a couple of years ago.

"How?" I asked, deciding to voice my questions in hope of organizing my brain.

"Ranger told me when it happened. He kept me updated on your life and all the stuff you blew up." Jamie said.

Jesus.

I don't know where this story is going. Any suggestions?