Hallo!

THANK YOU Verea! Your encouragements really help me! Keep it up! Hehe!

Anyway, here it is! Yes, they are gonna KICK ASS! Ok, hope this is Ok, c u.

Eilene, thanks! How's it doing girl? Well, enjoy this new chappie everyone!

And beware those who don't review…evil grin…

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We walk confidently into the office to find Dan and Morelli there, waiting for us.

Morelli takes Stephanie outside while I stay, freezed where I am, Lula and Connie's eyes going from Dan to me and back.

"I'm sorry Nell." Dan whispers.

That shoots me out of my shocked state and I start moving again, ignoring him totally.

"Do you have any FTA's for Steph and me Connie?" I ask casually, blank mask in place.

"Rachel?" Dan asks, behind me, pleadingly.

Connie hands me the files wordlessly and goes back to her PC while Lula looks at her fingers with a sudden interest.

I start walking to the door but Dan's hand grabs my arm and, without thinking…much…I whip around and punch him.

Not a female bimbo slap on the face, no, a real punch like Grandma taught me in the stomach.

Dan doubles over, gasping for breath.

"Don't touch me." I hiss, kick him again for good measure and walk out. It's only then that I notice that Dan has bandaged ribs and one black eye.

Morelli does also and he isn't having much luck either.

"Morelli, I think it's time we…broke up for good." Steph sights and, taking my arm, we walk away, our morals feeling rather low.

"Hey Bombshell!" I say suddenly, making her jump.

"To get your mind off every stupid thing that arse there said and did, lets…" I stop and grin evilly at her suspicious stare. "SHOPPING!"

Steph also grins and we race to her car.

I produce Dan and Morelli's credit cards.

"Let's proceed to buy ourselves everything our excuses of jerk-boyfriends never bought us!" I tell her as she looks at the cards in awe and maybe a little guilt. Nah!

We whiz out and stop only at the mall, rushing to the lingerie sections.

"Hell! When was the last time you came here Steph?" I ask her quizzically.

She only shrugs and we look through the entire stock before picking each a black set of very sexy thongs and matching bras.

Then we walk to the dress sections and roam through it like teenagers on pot.

After half an hour, we find the sexiest dresses in town.

Mine is black with spaghetti stripes and a slit from my ankle to just under my hip and falling straight to the ground while Steph's is a pure white, backless, going down almost to bottom and neat folds slipping to the ground.

Our hands almost full with our merchandize, we head to the hair stylist, after having insisted a good ten minutes.

I get my hair trimmed and Steph asks to get her hair cut several inches, making her look MUCH better.

The stylist also adds a bit of color and curls, making Steph look twenty instead of thirty plus.

We get out of there, feeling definitely better and just before leaving we buy a tube each of Ben and Jerries.

Steph drives to the office and we show everything to the girls who make loads of ooh's and aaah's.

"WILL YOU QUIT TALKING FASHION AND WORK?" Vinnie yells from his office.

Lula, Steph and me smile knowingly as Connie curses fluently and looks everywhere; under her chair, through her folders to find it finally stuck in an old newspaper.

With a derisive plonk and crash, Connie destroys the bug and sends it flying into Vinnie's door.

Vinnie curses but doesn't come out.

"So. What's the occasion?" Lula asks, pulling a donut out of the box she'd brought after lunch.

Steph and I shrug. "We'll find one soon enough."

The door opens and Lula and Connie still.

Steph only rubs her neck and I feel a shiver make its way through my body as warmth envelopes my back.

"Do you have any thing for me Connie?" Ranger asks, sending Connie momentarily out of her staring daze.

She hands Ranger the folders and takes the time to look Ranger up and down.

Suppressing a shudder at the look, I turn and bounce in Ranger's wall of a body.

Damn. I hadn't expected him to be so close.

"Sorry." I mumble and make a turn.

"Can I talk to you babe?" Ranger asks Steph.

She nods and with an interrogating look towards me, she follows him out.

Lula and Connie smile knowingly.

"Man, how is it that skinny white ass of hers can be so close to the Wizard and not jump him beyond me!" Lula sights, going through her purse.
I totally agree and sit down, leaning back a bit, my knife digging in my back.

Ever since the alley thing I have kept my knife close at all times. No surprises there.

I must have fallen asleep because I feel Steph shake my shoulder and I blink to find an amused looking Ranger looking down at me and a laughing Steph.

Mastering my best glare, I get up without my usual stretch and yawn.

"Let's go." I tell her, my voice raspy.

"Hold on." Steph calls, grabbing my arm.

I look back and wait, one foot still in mid air.

"Ranger asked us to do a distraction job tonight. I said yes, is that OK with you?"

Surprise registers itself all over my face and I almost fall sideways, thank fully regaining my balance just in time.

Wait a minute. I am a Vampire Hunter/ Bounty Hunter and I have my heart flip flopping because of a job?

Hmm…not to mention a job involving looking slutty in front of Ranger…

Ranger's eyebrow goes up and my worst nightmare reveals itself.

I just talked out loud.

"Oops. Yeah ok." I say quickly and try to head out again to hide in shame when I hit a wall.

Oh…it's Tank.

"Whoah, taking Bombshell's moves are ya?"

I look up, at the mountain of a man in front of me and shrug.

"No. I have…a lot of embarrassing moments in mind right now and I WAS hoping for a quick get away." I tell him, shrugging.

Steph laughs and Ranger has the equivalent of a smile on his face, his eyes showing his amusement clearly.

Tank on the other hand is looking me up and down.

"Something I can do for you?" I ask him politely.

I don't know if he just blushed but I make my way around him, grabbing Steph's hand on the way and we walk out of there, rather quickly.

I let Steph climb in the passenger seat and take the key out of her bag while she still laughs her head off.

Grumbling, I start the engine and zoom out of the parking lot.

Steph calms down a little. "Ranger'll come and pick us up at eight." She tells me.

I nod and glance down at my watch. Two hours from now.

We arrive without any incident, thank god, and use the elevator to go to my apartment on the second floor.

Steph runs inside as soon as I open the door and rushes to the bathroom, successfully locking me out.

"Cheat!" I cry out, banging on the door with the only result of hearing giggles on the other side.

Sighting theatrically, I open the bags and rummage through them, taking out my recent acquisitions and looking at them with a critical eye.

I go to my closet and throw a couple pairs of shoes out before finding my hot FMP.

Black boots that come to the knee and have gold signs all over them.

Steph FINALLY steps out of the bathroom, smirking and I run in, jumping in the shower.

The burning water eases my muscles and I press my forehead to the cold wall, the powerful jet giving me a nice massage and start singing my favorite French song.

Some kind of rock or something.

Steph comes in and starts shaving her legs but soon I feel the water become ice bone cold and I scream, jumping out of the shower.

Steph receives my best bitch look with a mischievous grin on her face.

"Don't stay in there too long." She giggles, drying her now smooth legs.

Sighting, I dry myself at top speed and also shave, putting a cleansing cream on my face.

I soon wash it off and towel my hair dry.

Steph battles with her own rat's nest and I walk over to her and start helping, ignoring her yelps each time I pass the brush through them.

After a couple minutes, Steph has a well earned glance at the mirror and finds her hair half tucked away from her face with a pin while the other half flows freely.

"Thanks." She mumbles, not even daring to touch her hair.

"Don't worry, I put enough gel in there to hold off a hurricain." I joke, setting to work on my own frankenstein's mess.

With the help of the curling iron, gel and brush, I pin my hair up into a tight bun, leaving only two strands to frame my face.

Steph turns me to her and applies a generous amount of dark purple lipstick then transparent lip-gloss while I coat her lips with a ruby red lipstick.

We debate on weather or not to put lip-gloss and after a while, Steph puts a lot on.

Stepping out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped tightly around ourselves, we pick our dresses up and change, me putting my new underwear which go, somehow, by god's unexpected help, Ok with my dress and FMPs. I decide actually to leave my bra off.

The doorbell rings and, picking up our small bags packed with cuffs, mini pepper spray and, for in-cases, my blessed knife we rush to open the door, our heels clicking on my marble floor.

Weird. To think that two months ago I was dreaming, yes dreaming for this life.

Ranger and Tank come in however, before we reach the handle and look us up and down, jaws dropping.

Ranger is the first to return to his usual blank mask and clears his throat.

Tank snaps out of it and grins. "You girls look great!" He comments, taking Steph's arm and leading her out.

Ranger pushes me out gently and locks behind us. We troop to the elevator, Ranger's hand at the small of my back, making me want to melt on the spot.

Instead, I squish the feeling down and think of my new mission.

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