A/N: This is just an idea I have been working around with in my head. Pleassee tell me if you would like me to continue. If I don't get any reviews I will just kinda throw it away, so please please pleassssssse tell me!

None of the characters are mine! All JE's---lucky her!

A Different Kind of Distraction

My name is Stephanie Plum and I'm a fugitive apprehension agent for my cousin Vinnie. Better known in Trenton as the" bombshell bounty hunter". I have been a bounty hunter for the better half of 4 years now. The sad thing is that my skills aren't improving, I'm just lucky. Lately I have taken on a few extra jobs to keep up with my monthly rent checks. I work for Ranger, a badass bounty hunter/ businessman / Cuban sex god, helping him get his man and bring him back to jail.

A normal apprehension goes like this; Ranger will call me up and ask if I am will to do a distraction job for him. As always I say yes because I really need that extra money. Then I go and put on a short low cut red or black dress fluff up my brown curly hair, apply eyeliner, and put on a pair of black FMP (fuck me pumps). Then Ranger will come and get me all warmed up by sticking the listening device down my dress. Then I will go into the bar and prance around the flirt and flaunt until I can get him to take me home. As soon as I walk out the front door Ranger will slap the cuffs on him and off to jail. Easy as cake.

But this was no normal distraction.

A woke abruptly to an annoying ringing sound coming from the nightstand next to me.

"WHAT?" I yelled into the phone. I was extremely tired and had just fallen asleep.

"Bombshell, don't tell me you were asleep at 8 on a Saturday night?" tank laughed into the phone. Of all the merrymen Tank was defiantly the most talkative and the most fun.

"I had a long day. What do you want?" I grunted into the phone.

"I have a distraction job for you, if you are willing. Its worth a $100,000 to us, so that means $10,000 to you."

"When, where, how, and how much?" I said eagerly popping out of bed.

"I will pick you up at ten. We will be going to a local dance club. Short, low, and sexy will do." He said and then hung up.

"Wait" I thought out loud. Wasn't Ranger the one who had always called to do Distraction jobs? Oh well 10 thousand is 10 thousand.

So I hurried into the bathroom and jumped into the shower and did all the necessary stuff. Then I dried off and looked at the clock. "Shit" I thought "only an hour left to get ready"

With one minute left to go I finished. I had on my super short, super tight, and super low cut cherry red dress, with matching FMP, and lipstick. I even painted my nails and toes red. How good was I? MY hair was only slightly cooperating, so I did it up with the few good curls I had falling down my back.

At exactly 10 o'clock the doorbell rang, and I scurried across to open the door.

"Damn Bombshell, looking good." Tank said as we walked towards the elevator. I couldn't help but noticing he was smiling a bit more than usual.

"Tank, what's going on? What are you so happy?" I asked glaring at him.

"Oh, um, um" he stuttered. "Just a good day, that is all" I didn't really believe him, but I was in no mood to argue.

"So what am I doing here?" I asked when we pulled up to the club.

"The guys name is Carlos. He is wanted on charges or lying, hurting the woman he loves, and just being an all around dumbass. He should be sitting at the bar. Tan pants and a off whitish shirt is what Bobby said. But I also think that Bobby is color blind, so something along those lines. You won't miss him I promise."

With that I was off into the club. I could feel the bass thumping through the cement outside.

As I walked in towards the bar I saw a man with his back tuned towards me. He was wearing tan pants and an off white shirt. He had mocha colored skin and his black hair pulled up into a pony tail at the nape of his neck. This had to be my man.

Just then he turned in his chair and my mouth fell open. The man I was supposed to get was……………….