Disclaimer: I own the same stuff that I owned last time. Namely, pretty much nothing, except the piece of paper with the shirt ideas on it.
Chapter 2
The next day
Picking up a box out of the passenger seat of his truck, Ranger got out and walked towards the elevator that would bring him from the RangeMan garage to the actual offices. Balancing the box on his hip and holding it with one arm, he used the other hand to push the button.
Once the elevator arrived, he stepped in and then, once he reached the floor with the offices, he stepped out again. Ranger went into the conference room, where everyone was already waiting, as he'd told them to. Walking to his chair, he put down the box in front of himself on the table.
He waited a moment and then looked around at his men. "As I'm sure many of you know, Morelli was seen leaving a jewelry store with an engagement sized box yesterday. Shortly afterwards, he called Stephanie and asked her to meet him at Pino's today. When I was in the office yesterday, Connie and Lula asked for my help on something." He opened the box, pulling out a black shirt and setting it on the table then pushing the box to Tank, on his right. "Everyone take one of those and pass the box to the person next to you. Today, instead of your Rangeman shirts, wear those. Try to make sure your back isn't blocked by anything when you're around Stephanie today."
Tank looked down at the shirt and grinned.
10 Reasons Stephanie and Morelli need to break up…for real
Morelli is a chauvinistic, overly possessive moron
He wants to change her
He hates her job
Morelli men, historically, are scum
Conflict of interest
He stole her dog
He gets mad when she blows stuff up (so he's almost always mad at her)
Their relationship is showing an unhealthy pattern
He's cheating on her
His grandma is scarier than hers
Tank looked up at Ranger. "What's the conflict of interest?"
Ranger smiled. "I asked about that too. He's a cop, and she's not that great at following the rules when she's going after a skip."
Several men around the room chuckled, then, as Ranger left, they all stood and followed him out.
A few hours later, Stephanie called Ranger.
"Yo."
"Can I use your shower?" Stephanie sounded annoyed and disgusted.
Ranger did the almost-smile thing. "Want me in it?"
"No." Ranger grinned, because she sounded slightly more breathless than she had before he asked the question. It didn't take a genius to figure out what she was thinking about.
"Sure, you can use it. Where are you?"
"Outside Rangeman."
"Alright, I'll bring you up." Ranger hung up and then stood, going to the elevator. First he went down the lobby. Stephanie was standing by the security desk, covered in what appeared to be ketchup, mustard, relish, and sauerkraut. The guard at the desk was staring at Stephanie. Stephanie was glaring at the security guard, who clearly didn't believe that she was allowed to go up to the seventh floor. Ranger walked over and picked up a piece of sauerkraut out of her hair. "Babe." He shook his head, the corners of his mouth kicking up in amusement.
Stephanie glared at him. Ranger motioned her towards the elevator, gave the security guard an amused look, then, tossing the sauerkraut into a small trash can at the edge of the security desk, followed Stephanie.
After he used his key fob to get the elevator moving towards the seventh floor, he looked at Stephanie. "Want to explain why you look like the condiments section of a hot dog stand?"
Stephanie glared at him. "Not particularly." Ranger grinned, then, as the elevator stopped, let Stephanie into his apartment.
"Leave your clothes on my bedroom floor and Ella can pick them up."
Stephanie nodded and went into Ranger's bedroom, closing the door. Ranger called Ella to come get Stephanie's clothes and bring replacement clothes. By the time Ella had arrived, Ranger could hear the shower running. Followed by Ella, he went into his room, where Stephanie's condiment covered clothes were lying in a heap. Ella lay out some clothes on Ranger's bed and, going into Ranger's kitchen to get a plastic bag, picked up Stephanie's clothes and then left. Ranger looked down at the clothes (including underwear, after the time when she'd had to go home without any) and grinned. He replaced the shirt with one of the ones Lula and Connie had made. Walking out of the room with a small smile on his face, he wondered how long it would take Stephanie to notice.
A/N: Ok, so I changed the ending of this chapter, but it still pretty much sucks. Sorry