AN: Hi everyone! It's been a long time since I wrote anything, so bear with me! I decided Bad Idea needed a bit of a redo, so we'll see how it goes!

The characters and all that Jazz belong to JE, I'm just playing with them.

I had a problem. Actually, I had several problems; my love life, my shitty apartment, my even shittier car, and certainly my shitty job made the list. My biggest problem at the moment though? That would be Carlo Ricci, all 100 naked pounds of him. Carlo was FTA and I was the bounty hunter assigned to bring him back in. I didn't necessarily blame Carlo for not wanting to go back to jail, even if it was just to get bonded out, but I had a job to do and he was making it difficult.

After several failed capture attempts that had ended fairly embarrassingly for me, I had decided to play dirty. Carlo was an avid gym goer, and I had followed him to Joey's Gym this morning in hopes of cornering him in the showers afterward. Gross? Yes. But I had rent to pay and hamster food to buy, I was willing to deal with the mental bleach I would need. And boy did I ever need it.

Despite lifting weights for several hours a week, Carlo was a skinny little guy. Depressingly scrawny honestly. It might have been depressing mostly because he had managed to kick my butt and evade capture three times now. Carlo turned his skinny ass around just as I got past the lockers and screamed like a little girl while covering his junk. It only took one hand, poor guy, and he used the other to waggle a finger at me.

"I told you, I ain't going back! And I'm naked here in case you hadn't noticed!" He said, sounding slightly indignant that I might not have noticed. He dropped the hand and stood up straighter. It didn't help and for some reason a giggle escaped me. There was a growl of rage and I had a second to think that I probably should have already had my stun gun out, before he bowled into me. His bony shoulder plowed into my stomach and all the air rushed out of my lungs. My head made a sickening thud as it hit the tiles just after the rest of my body and I gasped in a breath. I opened my eyes in time to see the door to the gym swing closed on his pasty naked ass.

Fuck. Me. My breathing was ragged and slightly painful as I took stock of my injuries. Aside from the breathing and the beginnings of a headache, I seemed okay. There was a knot on the back of my head but no blood and my vision was fine so I laid on the cold tile floor for a few seconds trying to get my breath back to normal. I closed my eyes and contemplated the life choices that had gotten me here. I was 32 years old, divorced and working for my cousin in a job that all too often had me grappling with naked people, covered in garbage or being kidnapped.

There was a 'pop' and the locker room suddenly smelled like Christmas instead of sweaty socks and balls. I groaned but didn't open my eyes, "You couldn't have shown up before the naked man ran me over?" I asked with a sigh.

"Whoa, you okay Steph?" Diesel asked and hunkered down beside me. I felt his hands ghosting over me, checking for injuries before I could respond. There was a noise that sounded suspiciously like a moan and my eyes popped open to look around before I realized that the sound had come from me. Oops.

I looked at the man who had 'popped' in a few years ago only to pop out after causing some very weird chaos in my life, not to mention my panties. He had continued to pop in and out ever since, always with the same results. We had been through a lot together over the past few years, and despite that I felt like I didn't really know Diesel very well. This mostly stemmed from the fact that Diesel was an 'Unmentionable.' What exactly was that? Well I didn't know, not much anyway.

"You know far more than most people sugar," Diesel told me with a grin as he pulled me up and into his arms. I sighed and let him hug me, it had been several months since I'd seen him and despite his very annoying tendency to read my mind, I'd missed him. I wasn't at all sure I had it in me to deal with one of Diesel's supernatural fugitives though. Because that's what Diesel did, he caught bad guys with superpowers, and he did it using his own superpowers. Diesel was basically a superhero whose alter ego was a surfer. "And I'm just here for a visit, no unmentionable crazy shit," he told me as he used his height to his advantage to check out the knot on the back of my head without having to let me go.

I pulled back slightly with wide eyes, he'd never come just for a visit before. I didn't know what to think of that. Hell I didn't even have a way of getting in touch with him when he was off the grid as he called it. His dimples flashed as he grinned down at me and I felt a zing flash from my nipples to my doo-dah at that look. Hoo Boy. Was this a booty call?

There was no hiding his laughter as he pulled me flush against his body and brought his lips down next to my ear, "Do you want it to be a booty call Steph?" His voice was low and his breath tickled my neck. I squeezed my thighs together and shook my head no against his chest. He stiffened for a second before I could explain.

"Not if it means you'll leave right after. I'd rather you stayed for a while," I told him. The honesty came out of nowhere and I was a little surprised at myself even. The lack of sex in my life recently might have had something to do with it, or maybe it was just the fact that I had missed Diesel and he'd shown up just to see me, no Unmentionable business hanging over us.

I felt Diesel's fingers flex on my hips and suddenly I felt like I was spinning and there was a pop and change in air pressure. A second later the same thing happened again and I opened my eyes to find myself in my bedroom. With Diesel.

This was probably a bad idea. A very bad idea. However I had a lot of bad ideas in life and that rarely stopped me from carrying them out. I looked up to find Diesel grinning at me, his eyes a darker blue than usual, just in time for his left hand to fist into my hair and his lips to crash down on mine.

Diesel wasn't the type of guy to waste time, and his tongue immediately ran over the seam of my lips, seeking entrance. I gave it to him willingly, my lips parting around a moan as my hands found their way to his biceps. Needy little sounds escaped my lips as he moved backwards to sit on the edge of the bed, pulling me to straddle his denim covered lap. The denim didn't do much to hide the bulge that was now rubbing at the place between my thighs that I needed him so badly.

He pulled back suddenly, breathing ragged, and it took me a few seconds to realize he'd stopped because my cell phone was ringing, the batman theme alerting me to who it was. Fuck. I answered, slightly out of breath, "Ranger?"

"Babe," was all Ranger said back. Of course with Ranger, babe could be a whole conversation. And it was the longest one I had with him since he'd left on some sort of top secret mission six weeks before. "Stephanie?" He said when I didn't respond, lost in my thoughts for a second.

I shook my head to clear it, "Hey, are you home? Are you okay?" I asked, my voice a little higher than strictly necessary. I wasn't sure why I suddenly felt a little guilty. Ranger and I were not a couple. We worked together, we were close friends, and he had given me a few stellar orgasms. There were feelings; lots and lots of feelings. Feelings that he and I both ignored. Ranger loved me but his love came with condoms not commitments, and I wanted commitments. Someday. Not right now. But someday.

I could hear a lot of noise in the background and Ranger swore suddenly in spanish. "No, not yet. I got a notification that your trackers went crazy, just wanted to check on you."

I noticed he did not in fact tell me if he was alright or not, but his voice sounded normal and he obviously wasn't lying dead in a jungle somewhere, so I would take that as a win. I'd contemplate the fact that I had multiple trackers at a later time. Ranger's over protectiveness had saved my life more than once, it seemed petty to complain. "I'm good. Yep. I'm fine. Just Dandy," I said and watched as Diesel rolled his eyes. Okay, so I wasn't a great liar, or actor or...anything, really.

Ranger was silent for a moment and then sighed, "I'm hoping to be home soon. Miss you babe. Be safe," he said the last part as if it were nothing more than a pipe dream and the line went dead before I could reply.

I set my phone down and found myself needing to urgently check on Rex. Rex was my hamster and didn't need to be checked on, strictly speaking. Was I being a coward? Yes, yes I was. Diesel and I had a system; we flirted, we ogled, we thought about fucking each other, but we never acted on it. We never got serious about our attraction. Duh Stephanie, because he knows you have two men on your plate already! I paused, but I didn't have two men on my plate anymore did I?

"You don't?" Diesel asked, and I jumped a little as I spun around, surprised by how closely he was following me. He reached out to steady me, his hands finding my hips with ease and staying put even after I was balanced, tightening just a little to keep me from wandering off. "Sunshine?"

"Joe and I broke up a few months ago. Amicable and all that," I said with a shrug. It had been mostly amicable.

Diesel's eyebrow shot up, "why?" he asked.

A sigh escaped my lips and I answered truthfully, "I was giving him an ulcer," I said with a shrug of my shoulders and a helpless look.

The asshole didn't even try not to laugh, his head tipped back and he let out a deep roar of laughter before looking down at me with a grin. "Well, we're in luck, I can't get ulcers Sunshine," he told me. He pulled me a little closer and started to lower his head to kiss me again and I didn't stop him.

This was fast, too fast. And most likely a very bad idea. One of us was bound to get hurt and our friendship was going to get wrecked. What if we had sex and it was horrible? What if it was amazing? What if he ruined me for all men?

Diesel growled against my lips and pulled away a little, "Sunshine, this is not going to wreck our friendship, I promise," he told me as he lowered his mouth to my neck. Ooh. His hands floated down to grab my ass as I gasped and tilted my head for him, his teeth nipping lightly at the skin under my ear.

He pulled me over to the couch and onto his lap as he sat. I moved to straddle him as I had on my bed and groaned as he bucked his hips so that I could feel him, thick and long pressed against me. I moaned and pulled at his shirt, getting frustrated when it got stuck between his back and the couch. Diesel chuckled and pulled the shirt over his head, leaning back when he was done and just watched me look at him, a cocky grin on his face.

Morelli and Ranger were both buff and they could kick some major ass. But Diesel looked like he could play Thor at Disney World. Hell Diesel looked like he could play Thor in the movies.

I licked my lips and my phone rang again, this time it quacked and I knew it was Vinnie calling me. I groaned and banged my head lightly against Diesel's chest.

Vincent Plum owed the bail bonds agency that I caught skips for. He was my cousin, and rumor had it, he liked to boink farm animals. Normally I might avoid his call, but I was flat broke and needed a new skip to go after.

I hopped off Diesel and heard him sigh as I jogged to my room and grabbed my phone. I was equal parts disappointed and relieved at the interruption. Alright, maybe mostly disappointed and just a tiny bit relieved.

"Yeah?" I answered.

Vinnie made a snorting sound, "Yeah hi to you too. I got an outta state skip, you want him? Ranger is unavailable," he said and then after a pause, "Big Bond."

I thought about it for a moment, "I'll be at the office in 30 minutes," I told him. He hung up with a grunt. Alrighty then. I turned back towards the door and smiled at Diesel, who was leaning against the frame with a raised brow. "Wanna go skip hunting across state lines with me?" I asked hopefully. I'd be more likely to catch the guy and less likely to roll in trash if Diesel was with me. Plus, it was his vacation after all. I spoke again before he could answer, "I don't have to take it. We can just stay here…" I said and looked around vaguely and then focused on the bed for a second.

Diesel nodded his head and smiled before pulling me to him and kissing me softly. "Let's catch a bad guy and turn it into a little get away, hm?" He said in a low voice.

Well, it was hard to argue with that.