Ranger did eventually have to go back to work. He had a business to run and he couldn't ignore his responsibilities forever. I, on the other hand, had an entirely new set of responsibilities. My first responsibility was to make sure that my husband had plenty of good loving and left the house satisfied every time. Okay, that's not strictly a responsibility, but it was my dream life and I was sure as hell gonna take advantage of as much nekkid Ranger time as I possibly could. My second responsibility was to care for the unborn child in my womb. My third responsibility was to take care of my home. My fourth…oh crap; I'm starting to sound like my mother. I touched my belly. I swear to you little bean, I will not take up ironing.

I finished pulling my hair into a pony tail and sauntered down the stairs to see Mitch reclined on the couch watching Dr. Phi. "What are you doing?"

"I'm getting relationship advice from Dr. Phil," he said seriously.

"Why," I raised a brow.

"I think I must need it. I pick all the wrong women."

"You didn't pick the last one, I did," I reminded him.

"I went out with her."

"I picked her for you."

He glared at me, "I agreed."

"Yea," I shrugged. "I guess I got my wires crossed. I thought I was getting pretty good at this. I should have seen that since she has an exciting life she'd want someone a little less…you know…talented."

"Talented," he snorted.

"Should I have said unmentionable?"

He just snorted again.

"But what can Dr. Phil teach you that you don't really already know? I think you just weren't ready when I introduced you to Carrie. You just didn't want to be alone, but you probably weren't ready for a commitment."

"That's right," he sighed. "I guess I was worried that I wasn't really going to be good relationship material."

"What changed your mind?"

"Spending all this time taking care of you," he shrugged. "Obviously I can handle it."

"Obviously," I nodded.

"What's on the agenda today?"

"We're going to swing by Unit and check with Mike and make sure he doesn't need anything else before opening. We're going to stop by this starving artist shop and see if they've got anything we can use in the new Rangeman offices. We're going to go by the pharmacy and pick up my prenatal vitamins and we're going to try and figure out why George wants to kill you," I said matter-of-factly.

Mitch blinked at me, "what?"

"George, the guy from the government…he wants you dead."

"Oh come on, that's crazy. I haven't even worked with those guys in years. And when I did work with those guys he wasn't on the dark ops team. I think he was overseas somewhere. You have to be off base with this Steph."

"Am I unmentionable," I said seriously.

"Yea," he nodded.

"Should I trust my 'power'?"

Yea," he said with a sigh.

"Then George wants you dead. I just don't know why. If my powers extend to knowing why…I don't know it yet," I sighed. "I just know what I know."

"Okay. George wants me dead," he sighed. "It's definitely me and not Ranger?"

"Definitely," I nodded. "I think he's also trying to convince Ranger that you are now or have been at one time some kind of double agent. You scare him. Why?"

"You've got to be kidding me," he blinked at me. "I'm a double agent? For who?"

"I don't know. Ranger's getting a transcript of the meeting. I'll get him to email it to me. He knows something isn't right. He just doesn't know what it is."

"Does he know that George is after me in a murderous way?"

"Not yet," I sighed. "I wanted to run it by you first. I figured if you didn't laugh at me, he might not."

"Why in the hell would he laugh at you? He knows that you're talented. He knows that you have gifts. You've pulled his ass out of the hole a couple of times. He trusts you." He sighed, "You need to tell him Stephanie. You need to do this."

I sighed, "Okay…first stop on our voyage…Ranger."

"Done," he nodded. "I thought you were trying to call him something else."

"I do call him something else," I grinned and blushed furiously.

He groaned and shook his head, "if you mean sex god or magic dick or anything else I've heard you screaming in the last couple of days I'm going to vomit."

I laughed and blushed a little brighter, "no…I'm working on calling him Ric. But only in personal settings for now."

"Okay," he nodded. "Are you ready to go?"

"I am," I nodded.

"Let's roll."

We drove to the new offices. When we arrived Cal directed us to the fourth floor where Ranger's new office was located. We took the elevator up and found the office easily. After all, his name was etched into the pewter plate by the door.

I tapped lightly.

"Enter," he barked.

"You tell him," Mitch said. "I'll wait out here."

"Chicken," I glared.

"No…you need to do this," he glared back.

"Ass," I groaned and opened the door with a smile. "Hi honey."

Ranger smiled lazily at me and got up and came around his desk and wrapped me in his arms. "What a great surprise. Did you miss me?"

"No…I mean yes," I groaned. "I always miss you when you're not around, but that's not why I'm here."

He frowned and stepped back and sat on the edge of his desk and motioned to the comfortable leather chair in front of it. "Tell me about it."

I sank down into the soft leather and sighed. "Damn this chair is comfortable."

"That's what Lester said," he raised a brow at me. "I had to threaten him this morning to get him to leave my office."

I grinned, "Well, the office looks great. I'm going to find you some art to go on the walls today."

"That would be great. Is that why you're here? Are you giving me the heads up that you're about to spend money?"

"No," I sighed. "I'm here about what's happening with our…attacker."

"Oh," he nodded. "Your tingles are telling you something?"

"Yea," I sighed.

"Why don't you seem happy about it?"

"Because you may not believe what I'm about to say and that worries me."

"Babe," he squatted in front of me and took my hands in his, "I will always believe you. I trust you more than I trust anyone in the world. You're my wife. You're the mother of my child. You're an unmentionable," he smiled. "If you know something, tell me. I want this resolved soon."

"Are you sure? It's pretty unbelievable."

"I'm sure," he agreed.

"Mitch is the target. If you don't travel with him, you're going to be fine."

"Fuck," he straightened and paced the office. "So…one of the men I trust to keep you safe is the reason you've been in danger. I'm the one who put you in the path of this latest madman?"

"Now see…I didn't want to tell you just because of responses like that."

"He's off your detail…now," he said seriously.

"I don't want you to do that," I sighed. "And why do I sound like the first lady now?"

"I'm not putting you and the bean at risk," he said and ran his hands through his hair. "Who is it? I'll kill the mother fucker."

"You don't want to know," I said softly.

His eyes widened, "you know who it is?"

I nodded.

"Who Stephanie," he bent over the chair with his hands on the arms, "who is it?"

I met his eyes, "Ranger…Ric…I mean it, you don't want to know. There's no going back once you know and I know you. It's going to be ugly."

His jaw worked, "tell me."

"George," I said quietly.

"George," he frowned trying to figure out who I meant. When the realization dawned he was floored. "Oh shit." His head dropped for a few minutes while I figured he was working to compose himself. He raised his eyes and met mine, "you're sure?"

I nodded.

"What the fuck are we going to do," he dropped into the chair beside mine.

"I don't know," I grimaced. "I'm the murder solver. You're the strategist. You tell me what we're going to do."

"I have no idea," he shook his head.

"You believe me?"

"If you say that George is trying to kill Mitch…then George is trying to kill Mitch," he nodded. "But why is he trying to kill Mitch?"

"I have no idea. I don't really do that part. I mean, now that I know who and all I'll work on figuring out the why, but I have to have Mitch to do that Ranger."

"No," he shook his head. "If you're with Mitch, you're at risk. I can't and won't do that."

I sighed. "I can't help either of you if you shut me away from him."

"That's fine. We'll figure it out on our own."

"Ranger," I groaned.

"Stephanie, there's no discussion about this," he said seriously. "I will not put you at risk. You're my world. If something happens to you I don't want to be here anymore. I don't know what I'll do. I'll sign the fucking papers and go back into black ops and I'm older now. I'm not as fast as I used to be."

"Bullshit," I rolled my eyes. "You're plenty fast. But you're not going to find out what will happen without me. I'm going to be fine. But you have to…"

"I don't have to," he shook his head. "This is my company. Mitch works for me. I make the personnel assignments…well, Tank and I do. If you had signed those papers then you could make decisions, but you didn't so now you'll just have to deal with it."

"That's so not fair," I glared at him.

"There is no way that Tank or I will assign Mitch to you when he can put your life at risk. You get someone else. Who do you want?"

"Mitch," I glared at him.

"Not happening," he shook his head.

"You're so stubborn," I groaned. "What is it going to take to make you see reason? You know I'm right."

"You can have anything else you want instead. Name it. But you're not getting Mitch on your detail."

I crossed my arms and pouted. "I want a bathroom in the tunnel under the house."

"What," he blinked.

"You keep sticking me down there and I'm a tad pregnant in case you weren't aware. You leave me there for hours and my bladder is currently the size of a walnut. I have to go…a lot. I need a bathroom."

He grinned and shook his head, "I'll talk to Max."

"And I want some kind of motorized cart down there. If I'm going to be down there I want to be able to get around. You're taking him off my detail. I assume you're putting him on lockdown. So I want to be able to go back and forth from the house to here via the underground tunnel. That will keep me safe and I'll get to pursue my ideas."

"Done," he nodded. "Is there anything else," he grinned.

"I want at least three earth shattering orgasms tonight."

He laughed and tugged me off the chair and onto his lap, "Do you want to start now?"

"I would very much," I said sadly, "but Mitch is right outside your door."

"And," he raised a brow.

"And the guys are getting a little tired of hearing me scream your name in ecstasy."

"See now that's what I don't understand," he said nuzzling my ear, "because I'm not tired of it at all. I could listen to it all day long."

"Hmm," I wrapped my arms around his neck, "I had plans today."

"What were you going to do," he murmured from my neck.

"We were going to go by Unit and make sure they didn't need anything else. We were going to go by the starving artist shop and see if they had anything we could use here. We were picking up my prenatal vitamins," I sighed and tilted my throat so he could better reach it.

"And then what," he whispered as his hand slid inside my shirt and into my bra to cup my breast.

I moaned softly, "then I was going to go home and make dinner."

"What are we having," he tilted me back so he could latch onto my now bared nipple.

"Er…chicken paella," I moaned.

"We need to break in my new office," he said and got to his feet and carried me to the couch. He stopped by the door and flipped the lock.

"Oh for God's sake," I heard Mitch grunt and stomp off.

Ranger chuckled, "okay…maybe you're right about that screaming ecstasy thing."

"I know I'm right about it," I said as he laid me down on the sofa and started removing his clothes. "I'm right about a lot of things."

"Be right later," he said tugging at my jeans.

"I can do that," I agreed.