AA sorry I didn't do this whole dealio in the first chapter...so yeah this is my sequal...and I actually have some ideas as to where it's going! (victory dance GO ME!) ummm I don't own anything exceptJAMIE and Cement-head (haha)so enjoy! and I also forgot the name the first chapter. It was suppose to be called The Return Of Jamie...Sortof. hope you like ti!

"You're going where with who!" Morelli yelled.

"Florida. With Ranger. And Tank. Jamie was kidnapped and we have to go find her." I said.

"Why do Ranger and Tank need you?" he asked, his eyes traveling to the black SUV idling at the curb.

"They just do."

I braced myself, expecting him to morph into Jealous Mode. But all he did was sigh and slump against the door jamb. "When are you going to be back?"

"Ranger said a week. I'll call you when we arrive."

He nodded, pulled me into a bone-melting kiss and let me go. "I still trust you, you know," he said, a half smile hovering at his lips.

"Yeah I know and it's still really rotten of you," I said.

He grinned and waved good bye as we drove away. I sighed and slouched back against the seat. "Well that was easier than I thought it would be," I said out loud, not to anyone in particular.

The drive to airport was so silent it drove me nuts. I was happy to get out of that SUV and in the middle of all the noise of the airport. We arrived with a half hour to spare. Ranger and Tank stowed their guns and other weaponry under the seats. Ranger looked back at me, "Let me guess. You didn't bring your gun." I shrugged and did a palm's up. Ranger shook his head a fraction and I followed him and Tank into the airport.

The security guards eyed Ranger and Tank suspiciously but didn't approach. I only got held up once in the metal detector because of a pack of gum in my pocket. Walking to our gate, I eyed Ranger. It seemed weird for him to not have any weapons on him. He was probably carrying some sort of weapon. Probably nun chucks or something. Ranger caught my eye and did the ESP thing.

"Yeah babe, I've got a blackjack in my boot. One of your sister's trade secrets."

Every single woman at the gate was practically drooling at the sight of Ranger and Tank. I didn't even know I was giving one of the more brave women a death glare until Tank laughed at me.

"Nobody trespasses on your territory," said Tank.

"No way. You guys are MINE."

Ranger and Tank both grinned at that.

On the airplane I was sandwiched between Tank and Ranger. Lula would be SO jealous if she knew. Ranger looked like he was slipping into his zone. I wasn't up to the whole zone-thing so I turned to Tank.

"You surf?" I asked.

Tank raised his eyebrows. "Used to. Not anymore."

Wow. "Jamie said to tell you that she's taking surfing lessons. She said it as really hard."

Tank grinned. "She'll catch on fast." His smile faded. "I swear I'm going to kill Summer."

Eek. Not before Ranger does, that's for sure, I thought. "Doesn't she do stuff to you all the time?" Like dumping a bottle of hot sauce in your coffee. Calling you Patty-cake. Putting itching powder in your underwear.

"Yeah but she's like a little sister to all of us," said Tank, "And sometimes not a sister, if you know what I mean." I knew what he meant.

That was the last thing anyone said. The rest of the four-hour flight was silent. When we got off the plane I was bombarded with sunshine and half naked people on rollerblades. There was a black SUV waiting for us on the curb and I guess Ranger's brother was also a favorite of the car fairy. The guy who was driving was built like Tank…except bigger. I don't know how he fit. He was big and silent and looked as sturdy as a four foot thick cement wall.

The drive was, no surprise, silent. Ranger sat in front with Cement-head and Tank sat in back with me. We passed beaches filled with half naked to full naked people, all shapes and sizes. Fat guys in speedos, fat women in thongs, on rollerblades, in convertibles. Welcome to Miami. During the whole drive all I was thinking about was Jamie and the picture. Was she okay? Was she even still alive? She had told me in her last letter she would be unreachable…maybe she had already been kidnapped then.

The drive ended when we pulled up to the gate of a building similar to the Rangeman in Trenton. Utterly forgettable on the outside. The gate opened and we drove down a ramp into the underground parking lot. There was a man waiting for us in the garage. He had Ranger's eyes and mouth and skin tone, but he looked older and more worn. Ranger's brother Jordan. We got out of the car and Cement-head took my duffel bag and disappeared through the stairwell door. Jordan was a tall. Taller than Tank. He cricked an arm around Ranger's neck and gave him a noogie.

"Hey little bro. You lost her again, eh?" I assumed he was talking about Jamie.

Ranger released his head out of his brother's grip, grabbed my hand and tugged me forward. "Jordan, this is Stephanie Plum, Jamie's older sister. Steph, this is my older brother Jordan."

I shook Jordan's hand. It was gargantuan and warm. "I've heard a lot about you," he said, "and now I can see where Jamie gets her good looks." I blushed about eight shades and Jordan grinned 100-watts. I could right away that he wasn't like Ranger. Jordan looked like he smiled more and wasn't as serious all the time. I liked him instantly.

"Stop embarrassing her," said Ranger.

Jordan's grin widened and he led us inside. "I have two studio apartments open right now, so two of you are going to have to share. One of the apartments is two-bedroom, so it should be okay."

Ranger looked over at me. "You want to share, babe?" He asked, "Tank is a sucky roommate."

Hmmm…probably a bad idea, but what choice did I have? I didn't want to land Ranger with a sucky roommate.

"Yeah sure,"

The apartment was done in earth tones, was nicely furnished, and a well-stocked fridge. That was a first for me. One bedroom was attached to the bathroom, the other was on the other side of the living room. The kitchen opened up to a small dining room. My duffel bag was on the bed of the bedroom attached to the bathroom. That's weird. How did Cement-head know I was staying here?

"I told Jordan we would be sharing a room, babe, and Cement-head's name is Dale."

Oh boy. I said something out loud again without knowing it. I turned to Ranger and raised an eyebrow. "You told Jordan we were staying together?" I asked, "You just assumed I would share with you?"

A smile twitched at the corner of his mouth. "Yeah. Let's go to the control room and start looking for Jamie."

I sighed. I was relying on denial-land but it betrayed me to reality. "I have to call Morelli. Where's the control room?"

"Fifth floor. Same as Rangeman in Trenton," he said and left the apartment. I found a cordless phone in my bedroom and dialed Morelli.

"What?"

"Having a bad day?"

"Sort of. They just found Vito Grizolli's ex-partner floating in the river. How's Miami?"

"There's half-naked people everywhere."

"Oh boy."

"Yeah so I think the competition is rising. You better be half naked when I get home or I probably won't like you anymore."

Morelli grunted. "So where are you staying?"

"At the Rangemen building." No point in telling him I'm sharing an apartment with Ranger.

"Uh-huh."

"Yep, so I gotta go, we have to start looking for Jamie."

"Good luck. I love you," said Morelli.

"I l-l-like you too," I said. God I'm such a moron.