Challenge #: 109
Author: Silvermoon
Title: Why again?
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers/Warnings: Eleven on Top

There it is. My phone is ringing and it is the Batman theme song.

"Yo"

" Yo yourself. Got a job, for you, outside the office." He knows that I would go screaming mad if he didn't give me these extra jobs once in a while.

"What type?" Since working at Rangeman I have been learning the short sentence conversations, as well as other things.

"Distraction, 9:00 pm be ready and dressed and I'll pick you up."

"See you then."

"Babe"

Well he is getting better. He doesn't make me hear dial tone right away now. He'll give me a few seconds. Next step is getting him to say bye. Not like he has changed his phone manners in the three years I have known him. I'll probably go to my grave before that happens, but I can try.

I was just about ready. I wanted one more coat of lipstick then I would be perfect. I had showered and shaved all the pertinent spots. Styled, teased and sprayed my hair into submission and put on my make up. Two layers of mascara should be enough right?

I forgot to ask where we were going, so I went for the going out with friends dancing slut look. I had a v-neck sweater that showed my belly button and a black skirt that flirted with the top of my thigh high boots. The skirt was loose so that I could put on a thigh holster. He said be dressed and at Rangeman and that means have your gun on you and loaded.

I still didn't like it, but I know if I want my job then I have to follow the bosses orders. He even got me a smaller gun for just these occasions.

I was just double checking the strap on the thigh holster when I felt the hairs on the back of my neck stand. I never heard a sound, but then again he never makes one unless he wants you to know he's there.

"Proud of you, Babe."

"Well you said be dressed. Don't want to disobey a direct order." I said with a wink. I finished the adjustment letting him get a longer look at my leg.

"Ready?" I asked straightening up.

"Lets go."

The drive was quiet of course. Ranger has this zone that he goes into while he is driving and unless I want to hear myself I stay quiet as well. We pulled up in front of one of the better bars in town and I slightly turned in my seat to face him.

"Mic please." I knew the drill. I don't mind the being wired. It has saved my back side a number of times.

"Need help with that?" He questioned, flashing me a 200 watt grin.

"Nope, I've done this enough." Besides his hands on me can lead to bad thoughts that would distract me from the task at hand.

I turned it on and slipped it in my bra under the right breast. Don't want to flash anyone walking by. It's much better to give Ranger the peep show. When I was done I opened the door and stepped out into the night.

I scanned the street trying to get a glimpse of the back up that I know is here somewhere. I didn't have far to look. Tank was making quick progress towards us. That's unusual. They stay hidden in the shadows until they know the FTA is following me out.

"Boss, we have a problem." That explains the appearance. Boy, Ranger looks pissed.

"Explain." Yep he is.

"We had visual on him in the bar until he went to the restroom. No back door, but the window was unlocked. We think that he made one of the guys inside and ran."

"Check all of his other hangouts and call me when you find him." I must have been muttering aloud because he then turned to me. "What was that, Babe?"

"I was just wondering why I spent my time shaving for this?" There it goes again. I swear sometimes I have no control over what comes out of my mouth. I shoot my best burg glare daring either of them to laugh, but what I saw in Rangers eyes made my mouth go dry.

"I can give your shaving a purpose." Oh boy.