After a long, hot shower and some incredible sex of the global warming variety, I dressed to head out for dinner with Connie and Woody at the Boardwalk. We were eating at the Big River Grille and Brewery and then we'd meet our friends at the Atlantic Dance Hall for some frivolity.

I'll be honest; the idea of dancing the night away tonight isn't really doing it for me. I'm getting tired. It's been pretty much go, go, go and I'm pregnant. I'm not getting nearly enough rest and I could use a little nap. I don't think I'm going to get one any time soon either, so I'm planning on seducing my husband into leaving early and returning to the room for some fun of our own and some much needed sleep. We'll see how that goes.

We met Connie and Woody at the elevator. You know, it's kind of surprising, but they seem like they've been together for a long while. I can't believe Connie would have kept any secrets from me, but I'm bound and determined to get to the bottom of my suspicions tonight.

We took the monorail to the Magic Kingdom and then on to EPCOT and then walked to the Boardwalk from there. It was a nice evening and the crowds seemed mild. As we walked we chatted about the parks and what a good idea it had been for Ranger to bring me there for our honeymoon. Yea, it had been a good idea. But my damn tingles were what was making it not a great idea…so far.

We were shown to a table pretty quickly and sat down with the menu. I could smell the beer in the air and the three of them could smell it too.

"It smells so good in here," Ranger grinned at me.

"You're a heartless bastard," I sighed. "Get me some water please."

"They ordered beer and they got appetizers, but I didn't. Ranger looked at me funny, but I'd just eaten the cheeseburger and fries. I may eat a lot, but I'm not bottomless.

"Woody how did you and Ranger meet, anyway?"

He laughed, "Actually that's a funny story."

"That sort of depends on your point of view," Ranger admitted.

"Now I really want to know," I grinned.

"We were in Afghanistan, but we weren't with the same unit. I'm not a Ranger, I'm a Seal."

"Really," I said in surprise.

"Really," he nodded.

"Anyway, we were there doing an extraction and they were there taking care of business. My team had been informed that all the friendlies were out of the area, so we went in guns blazing to this camp to extract our prison of war…who just happened to be a big Army General."

"And…"

"We were already there," Ranger shrugged.

"You had the general?"

"Oh yea," he nodded.

"So it ended up that Ranger and I are barrel to barrel against each other's heads and neither of us was in our usual uniform, but that was common when you were doing deep cover shit. Anyway, he says to me, "what the hell do you want?" He laughed, "I couldn't believe it. He spoke perfect English."

"Isn't that ironic," Ranger shook his head and downed his beer.

"I identified myself and he tried to…"

"And then this lunatic," Ranger waved his beer bottle toward Woody, "starts asking me friggin sports questions."

I laughed, "I bet you got far with that."

"Yea," Woody nodded in amusement, "Ranger doesn't know shit about sports."

"So how'd you clear it up," Connie asked.

"Ranger does know shit about American authors," Woody shrugged. "We discovered a shared passion for Stephen King and we worked it out from there. We got our general. They got the capture of the dissidents. It was all good."

"Right," Ranger rolled his eyes and leaned back as they put the appetizers down in front of them.

"And what about you two," I leaned on my hands and grinned and Connie. "How did you two meet?"

"At the bonds office, of course," Connie shrugged.

Woody nodded and took a spoonful of his beer cheese soup.

"I kind of figured that," I said with a slight smile. "But this is what I don't get, you guys act like you've been together for a really long time. You know…like longer than Ranger and I and yet…we all know you've only been together for less than a year."

Connie turned red and concentrated on her chicken nachos.

Ranger grinned over his dinner salad and focused on Woody. "Come on Woodman…what's the deal?"

He groaned and looked over at Connie. She nodded and he turned back to us, "we've been seeing each other for almost three years…off and on."

"Three years," I blinked at her. "Oh my God…this is Greg?"

Woody groaned.

"Greg Woodman," Ranger nodded. "That's his name."

"You're Greg," I blinked at him wide-eyed. "Your exploits are infamous."

"I'm not sure I know what you're talking about," he muttered.

"Okay….other than ringing her bell perfectly the first time you ever had sex, you also walked away….the first time you had sex."

He nodded. "We'd agreed that it would be one night and then we'd go our separate ways."

"Well…how did that work for you, because you don't look like you're going separate ways to me," I grinned.

Connie sighed, "We have needs."

"It's about the sex," Ranger laughed.

"It was about the sex," Woody corrected. "We were friends with benefits for a while."

"Friends," I guffawed. "You weren't friends. You weren't hanging out and doing it now and then. You were late night booty calls."

Connie groaned, "Thanks for keeping it so genteel Stephanie. I knew I could count on you."

"No problem," I giggled. "I call it like I see it. He wouldn't go down on you?"

Wood shook his head, "I don't do that unless I'm in a relationship."

"But you expected her to go down on you," I reminded him.

"A man's junk is out there for all to see," Woody explained.

"Whatever," I rolled my eyes.

Connie winked at me.

"It's not like she was seeing anyone else."

Woody turned to look at Connie with a raised brow.

"You said you didn't want to get involved," she defended. "I gave you a reason to keep away."

"But that was bullshit."

"Not wanting to get involved or making up a boyfriend," I asked.

"Stephanie," Connie groaned.

"I just want clarification."

"I meant the boyfriend," Woody sighed. "Look…I'm a standup guy. I come from a long line of standup guys. It's difficult for a standup guy to get involved with a mob princess."

"A mob princess," Connie shook her head with a smirk. "My father's an underboss."

"Your father is high up in the food chain," Woody said seriously.

She shrugged.

"I just wasn't sure that I could do it. I wasn't sure my family would approve. It's hard when they're all cops and Feds and that shit."

Connie nodded, "I get that. You could have told me that."

"Yea, but then I'd…"

"He'd have to admit that he cared about you if he did that," I said gently.

"Oh," she blushed.

"So what changed," Ranger asked pushing his salad plate away.

"I realized that it didn't matter. I love her," Woody shrugged.

She sighed and leaned over to kiss him.

"So you proposed?"

"You could have knocked me over with a feather," Connie admitted and gazed mistily at her ring.

"Have you thought about when you'd like to get married?"

"Soon," Woody said.

"Real soon," Connie agreed.

"Why not here," I suggested.

"Yea, we'll do that between interviews with suspects," Woody rolled his eyes.

"Or when it's solved," Ranger said.

"What about kids," I asked.

"We don't actually want any," Connie blushed.

"Really," I blinked.

"Yea…we actually are who you thought you were," Woody said. "Anyway…"

"I would have liked the experience of being pregnant, but I know I don't want kids."

Ranger turned to look at me and raised a brow.

"It's a good idea," I agreed.

"What's a good idea," Connie frowned.

"Lula can't carry a baby," I reminded her.

"We've been talking about it," Woody said with a smile. "Connie's going to talk to Kate and if it's reasonable…we're going to offer."

"That is too cool," I grinned.

"Hey, she's my BFF," Connie shrugged. "I want her to be happy."

"We all do," I said as the waiter brought our entrees.

I dug into grilled Salmon with garlic mashed potatoes and vegetables, Ranger had Hazelnut mahi-mahi and the same sides, Connie had the ribs with the same sides and Woody had flame grilled meatloaf made with Italian sausage and the same sides.

We were quiet for the first few bites and then the conversation started back up.

"I just think it would be cool if you got married here," I said as I toyed with my mashed potatoes.

"Won't that be hard to do," Woody frowned.

"I think we may know people who can help push it forward," Ranger said with a smile.

"I'll tell you what," Connie said. "If we resolve this thing and we have time and if I can find a dress, we'll do it."

"Really," Woody grinned at her.

"Yea…really," she laughed.

"Well…all right then," he grinned.

They brought dessert as soon as we finished dinner. Woody and I had chocolate confusion and Connie had the cheesecake.

"This whole thing is just hard to get a handle on," Ranger admitted, "before it's usually been one of us that has been either targeted or suspected of doing the deed. This time, we just happened to be here. We're outside the suck zone. Stephanie's having a hard time nailing down her tingles. It's just weird."

"I know," Connie said. "But I have to say after spending all day at the Security Office, I don't think they have anything to do with it nor do they know anything they're not telling us. They're all cooperative, scared and very concerned with each other's well being as well as their fellow cast member's well being. I just think we can rule them out as suspects."

"Yea, I know we think it's possibly someone in authority, but I'm not feeling it," I agreed.

"Well, Tank and the guys found nothing and no viable suspect," Ranger agreed. "I think we're going to have to look outside the cast."

"Someone with an annual pass or someone who's connected to a cast member then," Woody said thoughtfully.

"I like the connection to a cast member," I said and licked my spoon.

"Do you know something," Ranger asked.

"Not yet," I sighed. "It's really more of a feeling."

"Keep exploring those feelings," he said seriously.

"They're having Sandy's memorial service right now," I said with a sigh. "I hope Jake's okay."

"Yea…he seems like a good guy," Ranger nodded. "He's clearly heartbroken."

"When will he be back," Woody asked.

"Tomorrow night," Ranger said.

"Do you think the murderer would go after him too? I mean he was clearly fixated on Sandy, if he thought Jake was preventing him from getting her, he could target him."

"That's a very good point," Ranger said tiredly.

"We'll put someone on him and see how it plays out," I suggested.

"Good idea," Ranger agreed.

"I think that's an excellent point Woody," I frowned thoughtfully going over a couple of conversations in my mind. "I think that's a very excellent point."

"You got something Babe," Ranger asked.

"Let's just say I need to check a lead or two," I said seriously.

"Okay," he nodded.

"Do you mind if I have Brian run a couple of things?"

"No…anything that gets this thing going faster is good for me," he said quietly.

"All right then," I smiled.

"So we're going dancing," Connie grinned.

"I don't think I'll stay long," I smiled. "I am on my honeymoon. I'm pregnant and I'm friggin tired."

"Don't come at all," Woody said with a slight frown. "Don't risk your health."

"Babe," Ranger shook his head, "why didn't you say something?"

"I'm stubborn," I admitted. "I want to play with the big kids."

"We played with the big kids for almost 31 years, now it's time to play with the little kids."

"Yea," I sighed. "I also want to call Julie."

"Okay," he nodded. "We're skipping the dancing."

"Thank you honey," I beamed at him.

"You're welcome," he smiled and leaned down to kiss me.

"We'll see you guys in the morning," Woody said as we got up and headed for the door.

"Explain our absence," Ranger said.

"Of course," Connie hugged me. "Take care of you and the bean."

"Will do," I assured her.

Ranger and I headed back toward EPCOT.

"Are you sure you're okay?"

"I'm just tired," I assured him.

"Too tired for some love?"

"Never," I smiled up at him.

"Good to know," he said and kissed me as we walked.