Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters. Just the shirt idea (although, technically, Ally thought it up. However, if Morelli is to be believed, possession is nine tenths of the law, and the paper talking about the shirt is in my pocket…so…I win!)

And, as far as I know, none of this will be from any point of view except mine (haha! I get to be an omniscient narrator!). So…yeah. And when I say mine, I mean mine as a writer: I'm not actually in this story. Also, this story is likely to be short. By which I mean, it will be short.

Chapter 1

When Connie went into the office, she was surprised to find that Lula was already there. That had never happened before. Ever.

Lula, seeing Connie, jumped out of her chair. "Did you hear?" Connie nodded. Both of them looked horrified. Lula shook her head, amazed. "I just can't believe it. I never thought he'd actually… I mean, they've had their on-again off-again thing for a long time and it never seemed like…" She shook her head again, unable to finish the thought.

Connie was quite for a moment, thinking. "So who'd you hear from?"

"I actually saw him coming out! He was trying to act casual, but it was pretty obvious he didn't want a lot of people to see him leaving. Which is understandable, of course. We need to do something though. Should we warn Stephanie?"

Connie thought a moment more, than shook her head. "We can't just warn her. She might not believe it and, even if she does, she might not do anything about it. Or, she might actually…you know." As Lula nodded to indicate that she did know, Connie continued. "So what can we do? We need to do something that'll get her attention and get her to actually do something about it. They just keep breaking up and getting back together, and it's time for her to end the relationship for real."

Lula nodded. "Definitely." They were quiet for a minute, then Lula spoke. "What if we got everyone to do something? It wouldn't need to be anything huge, but if lots of people agree with us, it would be enough."

Connie smiled. "We could make shirts?"

Lula looked skeptical. "Yeah? What would it say? 'Come to your senses and dump the bastard?' That'll be sure to work." Her voice was sarcastic.

Connie glared, not actually angry, just sort of annoyed. She got out a pen and a piece of paper and wrote a heading at the top, underlining it. Lula looked over and grinned. With her contributions, there was soon a bulleted list of ten things on the paper.

Both looked up when the door opened, and Connie guiltily covered the list with another paper as Stephanie walked in. She looked at them curiously.

"What? What was that?" She walked over to Connie's desk, looking down at the papers.

"Nothing. Here are your skips." Connie picked up a stack of folders and handed them to Stephanie, who looked them over and nodded. Connie looked at Lula and then spoke. "Have you seen Morelli lately?"

Stephanie shook her head. "We broke up a while ago, remember?" Lula and Connie both gave her 'and that matters, why?' looks. She ignored them and continued. "I haven't seen him, but he called me this morning and asked if I could meet him at Pino's tomorrow."

Before there was time for any response, a black truck pulled up to the curb and Ranger got out. Connie and Lula both looked at him as he walked towards the door. Both fanned themselves with their hands and Lula said, "Be still my heart."

Stephanie looked behind her just as Ranger walked in. He nodded in greeting to Lula and Connie. "Ladies." He placed a hand on the back of Stephanie's neck. "Babe." He reached forward and picked up his folders and was about to leave when Lula thought of something and spoke.

"Ranger, wait." He turned back, one eyebrow raised, looking faintly surprised. "Stephanie, you can leave, I need to talk to Ranger."

Stephanie looked confused but, when Connie nodded and made a shooing motion, she rolled her eyes and left, clearly annoyed at being dismissed.

Ranger looked after her and then turned back to Lula and Connie, crossing his arms over his chest. "So?"

The office was silent for a moment and then Lula spoke. "Did you hear about Morelli?" Ranger's jaw tightened almost imperceptibly, and he nodded. "We're going to make some shirts. If we do, will you wear one? And make the Merry Men wear them? Please?"

Ranger raised an eyebrow. "Shirts?"

Connie handed Ranger the paper. He read over it, the corners of his lips tipping up slightly in an almost-smile. "Pen?" Connie handed him one. He made a few changes to the list, read it over again, then handed it, and the pen, back.

Turning towards the door, he walked away and then, with his hand on the door, he turned back. "Make them black."

A/N: Sorry that it's so short. This whole thing will be, pretty much. Anyway, I might post the second chapter today, but maybe not. Suspenseful, no?