STP Disclaimer… I mean all belongs to Janet Evanovich with the exception of the plot. Hmm… I don't know who the String Theory belongs to either.

A/N: This is what happened that night with the slayer. Not really a chapter. There will be more to the actual story got to be patient, I only have a week of college left and then I'll try a lot more… I'll try anyway. Hope you enjoy, review if you hate it; Not that loving reviews are not welcome… those are better for my ego.

That Night

There I was, being held down by some guys, almost naked. A guy on me, in me, pulling in and out of me and I feel far away. The guy on me was saying something but I couldn't hear him. Something like "How do you like it now bitch?" but I just turned my head to the side and looked out on to the street between the gang member's legs.

I stopped struggling what felt like hours ago and now I'm just numb.

I saw two cars pull up some distance away; Ranger's black Mercedes and Morelli's unmarked car. Two men stepped out and started my way.

There was more space now, the slayers were leaving but the guy on top of me hadn't moved off of me.

Soon I was staring up. Ranger had his gun pointed at the guy on top of me. Morelli was a little ways off, his eyes clearly angry. He had his guns pointed at some slayers. He's crazy, taking on the whole gang. Then I realized I could hear sirens in the distance.

Ranger was talking or more like growling. "Get off of her." His voice was low and dangerous.

The guy moved off of me, backing away. I was exposed, cold. I curled up into the fetal position and stared off.

I could see Ranger crouched beside me, the gun still trained at the guy. He reached out to me, but I backed away. He was saying something to me. I concentrated on his lips and tried to get the volume back.

"Stephanie? It's just me, you're safe now." Sirens were blaring in the background. Morelli walked up next to Ranger.

"Is she okay?" he asked Ranger.

"Not sure," he said never taking his eyes off of me. He stood up, standing next to Morelli.

Morelli eased out of his jacket and crouched next to me. He threw the jacket over me and I flinched but he didn't try to touch me. He jest kept staring into my eyes and I couldn't look away.

I heard a bunch of car doors slam, and the siren turn off, there were flashing lights and people around again. Morelli stood up, gave Ranger a look and walked off. Ranger crouched next to me again; his guns were back in their holsters.

I locked eyes with him and I though I saw a flash of anger. His hand reached towards me and I closed my eyes. I felt his hand brush against my cheek, wiping away tears. I didn't even know I was crying.

Some people bustled their way toward us, paramedics.

I could hear the doctor whispering something to Morelli and Ranger on the other side of the curtain. I was staring at the ceiling while I lay on the examining bed dressed in a hospital gown.

Few more minutes of them talking and they finally remembered I was here. The doctor drew back the curtain and looked in on me, Ranger and Morelli behind her. Morelli had his cop face on and Ranger's face was blank.

"We would like to keep you over night, Stephanie. Keep-"

"No." I interrupted her. "I don't want to stay here."

For a second she looked like she was going to argue but then her face softened. "I'll get the paper work ready." She said and left.

Now to deal with Ranger and Morelli.

Morelli stepped forward. "Cupcake, I have to go take care of this, are you sure you don't want to stay here for tonight?"

I gave him a look that said no.

He sighed. "Okay." He agreed. "Where are you going to go?" My eyes flashed to Ranger. I don't know where else to go. He didn't argue. He just said okay again, kissed me on the forehead and left.

It was Ranger and me in the room now.

He wasn't saying anything.

"Is it ok?" I asked. "Can I stay with you?"

He gave a slight nod. Why wasn't he saying anything to me?

He took me back the building and helped me up to his apartment. I was still in the hospital gown. I sneaked away to the bathroom while he was in the kitchen on the phone. I was looking in the mirror. Cuts, bruises, nothing big.

There was a knock on the door. I opened the door to stare at Ranger. He was holding a T-shirt and some underwear out to me. I took them from him and closed the door again.

After tonight's events I was feeling dirty so I took a flesh-burning shower. In a couple of minutes I was collapsed on the floor of the shower, crying.

Ten minutes later I was feeling tired so I got out changed into the clothes Ranger gave me and moved out to the bedroom.

Ranger was sitting on the bed waiting for me. He got up. I moved to the bed to grab a pillow.

"Take the bed, I'll take the couch." He said.

I didn't feel like arguing so I just slipped under the bed sheets.

"Stephanie." There was a hand on my shoulder shaking me. I opened my eyes slowly. There in front of me was Ranger, in his black cargos, no shirt. "Just a nightmare," he whispered. Then he motioned with his hand for me to move over. I did and he slipped in next to me.

He wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me into him.

At first I was tense, but then his warm hand rubbed my back. I lay my hands on his chest and then snuggled my head into his shoulder. I felt tears sliding down my cheeks but I didn't know where they were coming from. But then I realized I was the only one here that would cry.

I just closed my eyes and tried hard not think. Ranger was taking care of me.