A/N: hope you're still enjoying ! I've drug this along a bit, but not to worry we will be having some action soon!

link to Stephs dress in previous chapter isn't saving right.:( I deleted it

Chapter 10

Stephanie's POV

I woke up when the sun shine streaming in hit my face, and the smell of coffee hit my nose. I blinked a few times and focused on Bobby's form standing next to the bed, holding a cup in his hand and grinning at me. He sat it down on the end table and gently patted my legs to communicate that I needed to move them so he could sit down, so I did.

"Plan for today?" he asked, and I grinned back at him.

"Coffee. Breakfast. Shower. Tourist attractions. Lunch. Concert. Late dinner. " I ran down the list of activities and he nodded .

"Sounds good to me. What tourist spots do you want to hit?" He pulled out his phone and showed me a map of the city. "There's the typical ones, Empire State Building, Statue of Liberty, Ellis Island..." I shook my head.

"I mean, we can… but I would really love to see some less packed places. Central Park of course , and MoMA are my picks." I never was one to be accused of being sophisticated, but I loved modern artwork, and the Museum of Modern Art was a place I had always wanted to get a peek inside of.

"That sounds perfect. Why don't we do a picnic in Central Park? Maybe a carriage ride?" My face lit up like a Christmas tree I was sure of it.

"Oh my gosh yes!! But we need to go somewhere that you have wanted to see! I feel bad, I'm hogging the entire trip."

He threw his head back and laughed. "Steph I wanted you to enjoy yourself, that's all I care about." He started but I cut him off with a finger to his lips.

"Nope! Not gonna take no for an answer. You tell me the one spot that you have been dying to visit and we will go." I jumped out of bed and grabbed the cup of coffee off the end table, taking a sip unable to keep the moan from escaping my lips. I heard him chuckle at me.

"Coney Island." He said quietly after a moment.

I looked at him in shock. "Seriously? You want to go to Coney Island?"

He nodded "I never had a normal childhood when it came to that kind of stuff. My family moved around a lot, being a military brat I didn't get to enjoy having family vacations since we were constantly moving. We moved every two years, so there was no reason to put down roots, or get comfortable in one place." I could see his eyes start to cloud over at the sad memories, and I didn't want him to feeel anything but happy. He deserved it after everything he had done for me.

"Then Coney Island it is! Why don't we move the picnic and MoMA to tomorrow, since we're here another night. Then we can be a part of the lazy Sunday afternoon in the park and museum crowd?"

He agreed and I set my coffee cup down and stood in front of him. He was still sitting on the edge of the bed, so I stood between his legs. He pulled me close, his hands on my lower back , and I placed mine on his shoulders. "Thank you again, seriously Bobby. Yesterday was the most perfect day I've had in a very long time." I leaned down and kissed him gently on the lips. When we broke I turned to go to the shower, and when he stayed seated on the bed I crooked my finger at him. "Care to join me?"

His eyes brightened and he smiled that 1000 watt smile at me. "You sure?" I could read his face, he was hoping I didn't change my mind. I didn't.

"Very sure." I threw the comment over my shoulder as I started to strip, dropping my clothes like a trail of bread crumbs towards our destination. Bobby didn't hesitate, he jumped up and followed me into the bathroom , shutting the door with his foot as he grabbed me and pulled me into a passionate embrace.

An hour later we both were completely spent, in a very good way. Bobby wasn't like anyone I had been with before. My ex husband , Dickie Orr (Yes, a grown man that went by Dickie) and I had no sooner gotten back from our honey moon when I walked in to our house to find him schtooping my mortal enemy Joyce Barnhardt on our brand new dining room table. So needless to say that relationship didn't last too long, or go that well. Did I mention he was an attorney that had to retreat from Trenton like a dog with his tail between his legs because I got him disbarred AND took him for everything he had? I was pretty proud of that.

Then we all know my history with Morelli, no need to rehash that old song and dance. The sex with Joe was decent, he did this thing with his tongue that I used to dream about long after we broke up. But it wasn't meant to be. Between our mothers pushing us to marriage and his wandering eyes (and dick), I just couldn't do it.

And then there's Ranger. The sexual tension had been prevalent from the first moment I met him in the diner and asked him to help me catch Morelli, and it just grew from there. Then during one of mine and Joe's "Off periods" Ranger and I fell into bed together. It was a culmination of a lot of pent up frustration and feelings , and it had been amazing. It was everything I dreamed it would be, until the next day when he apparently woke up and realized it was all a mistake, that he couldn't be around me. Yup, still bitter, but I'm getting better trust me. After he high tailed it to Miami and used his daughter as an excuse to keep me at arms length and ignore me for a week, I couldn't hear his name without seeing red and wanting hurt something. I also felt betrayal, hurt, and disgust. Like, why do all my relationships fail? Am I just that bad at choosing the right guy?

I glance at the man who just made me see stars and made my knees go weak, and meet his eyes. "You okay?" I grinned at him and pushed him backwards onto the bed, running my fingers down his chest and abs.

"Mmmmhmmmm…." I dip my head down and drag my tounge down the same path my fingers were just taking. I hear him suck in his breath.

"Steph…" he moaned as my head goes lower. I feel his fingers tangle in my hair as he pulls my face back up level to his. I position myself over him and am just about to lower myself down when we hear a knock on the door. We look at each other wide eyed, and both jump up to grab robes, trying not to laugh. Bobby answers the door , stepping aside to allow the room service cart and it's companion in. The waiter smiled shyly at me as I wrapped the robe tightly around me. For some reason I was getting some major spidey senses happening around this guy. Weird, since he seemed harmless enough. He couldn't have been a buck fifty, tall with shaggy blonde hair and a uniform that didn't quite fit him. The nametag said John. I smiled back at him, but wary.

"Keep the change. " I heard Bobby say as he tipped the man and shut the door behind him. When he turned around and looked at me we both busted out laughing. "Well , that killed the mood huh?"

"You know I love my food…" I winked and we sat down to eat.

A little while later we were dressed and made it to Coney Island. I know I told Bobby that we were doing something he wanted to do, but in reality I was super excited to go too! I dreamed about coming here when I was younger and riding the famous wonder wheel, not to mention the roller coasters… plus a food enthusiast such as myself felt like I died and went to heaven! All the typical fried food smells hit us as we walked up hand in hand. I hadn't seen a smile that big on his face in a long time, and it made my heart happy. We spent the whole day there, playing games (he won me a stuffed bear!) and riding rides. We stuffed ourselves silly on funnel cakes and enjoyed people watching when we couldn't walk anymore. We sat on the beach and soaked in the sun, and then took a walk through the aquarium before heading back to the hotel to get ready for the concert. Bobby sent off more shots of the two of us enjoying ourselves throughout the day to Lester, but he hadn't received a response by the time we got back to the room and started changing for our evening. I had only brought the one dress, and thought it was too fancy for the concert so I opted for jeans, heels (I would probably regret that later) and a low cut jewel tone top. When Bobby stepped out of the bathroom in jeans and a button up shirt I stared, debating whether we had time to finish what had been interrupted that morning. It had been hard for me when I first saw him outside of the typical Rangeman black, I wasn't used to it. But over the last couple of days I had begun seeing a different side to him, one I enjoyed immensely. I bit my lower lip trying to put a lid on the flames of desire that were flaming up again when his phone pinged. He looked at it and laughed, then handed it to me.

L: You guys are so cute it's disgusting. You ARE coming back right?? The men don't know what to do without beautiful around…. The eye candy is definitely lacking without her here.

I giggled, taking a selfie and replying back to Lester.

B: (S) I'm kidnapping Bobby and we are running away together. Good luck holding down the fort ! *kiss face*

Lester's response was almost immediate, but I had retreated to the bathroom to finish getting ready and handed the phone back to Bobby.

L: you can't leave me alone here with these animals!

Bobby's POV

When Steph went back to the bathroom I called Lester and kept my voice down low.

"B? Shouldn't you be leaving to go to a concert?"

"Any updates on Bowman?" I ignored his question.

"Nope, I promise we are doing everything we can. Just… go. Have fun. Get laid." I could almost hear his eyebrows dancing through the phone. Les is incredibly crass sometimes, even if he is my best friend , so there was no way I was letting him know what had happened this morning.

"Dude. You ARE bringing her back here right ?" the worry in his voice was shining through , but not needed.

"Yes, we are spending half the day here tomorrow then will head back later in the afternoon. And don't worry, we got you a souvenir. Later Les." I said and disconnected. When Steph came back in the room my heart skipped a beat. She was in jeans and a low cut top, paired with heels and had let her hair down so the curls bounced around her face. Finishing her look off with a few swipes of mascara and a pink lip tint she looked like a million dollars. "Ready?" I held my hand out to her and she nodded taking it.

Once at the arena I got nervous. Working for Rangeman has it's perks, and I was about to show Stephanie the extent of them. I pulled her towards the backstage area and she got a confused look on her face. "Where are we going ?" When we stopped in front of a body guard who was the same shape as Tank, although a lighter shade, her face was all out adorable. Her eyes got extremely wide and she held her free hand over her mouth. I nodded to the body guard (Felton, he was a friend of Rangers) and he let us pass. We stopped outside the door to a dressing room when I turned to her and finally spoke.

"I wanted to make this really special for you, so I hope that this is okay. Don't freak out on me….but you get to meet the band ahead of the show, and then we will be watching from backstage." She squeezed me so hard I was afraid she would bust a rib, and squealed in delight. That noise, that look on her face… that's my whole reason for being alive.

A/N2: edited and readded - spelling mistakes make me cranky.