AN: Just polishing the chapters! Nothing really has changed, just wanted to fix it. Everything still belongs to Janet and I'm still just playing.

"Save a Horse Ride a Cowboy," I guessed.

Meagan Santos, AKA Tink or The Pixie, stopped humming.

"Yes!" Meagan and I high fived. I started humming.

"Easy; that's Hey Jude," She giggled. "You won't get this one," She hummed for a bit. I sat there trying to figure if out.

Thunk. Thunk. Thunk.

Meagan and I looked at Joe as he banged his head off of the steering wheel.

"Are you okay Joey?" Meagan asked, "You're going to set off the airbag."

"I'm counting on it. You have been playing this game for two fucking hours; I am on the stakeout from hell, and I am regretting inviting Steph along. If Manoso hadn't...Hey was it Rap God?"

"Well done Morelli!" Meagan gave him a gentle punch to the arm.

"Great, I win. Now stop humming and eat a doughnut," he said and shoved a pink pastry box at her.

"We can't. Steph and I are doing a cleanse," Meagan said and handed it back to him. Then we both went into a bit of a daze thinking about jelly doughnuts.

"Why, the fuck, are you doing a cleanse?" Morelli asked, while giving Meagan a full body scan. She was Five foot nothing (if she really stretched), weighed about the same as my eleven-year-old niece with all of her body fat concentrated in her bra; she had perfect skin, white blonde hair and the best legs I'd ever seen on anyone. She was currently sitting between Joe and I on the bench seat of one of Rangeman's fleet trucks and she had her feet up on the dash.

"Lester dared us to give up sugar for a week," she said.

Morelli made a face somewhere between horror and genuine amusement.

"How long have you been on this cleanse?" he asked. Meagan thought about it for a second.

"Uhhh three days now," Meagan said.

She sounded as Bereft as I felt. It all started when Meagan walked into a meeting carrying two enormous, gooey fudge brownie. The one she was eating was still hot from the oven, and some of the icing on the brownie was melting down her arm. She had licked up the molten chocolate and sat down next to me at the table. She handed me the other brownie and then went about the process of really enjoying the dessert. Not audibly like might have, but it was a visual treat.

Here's the deal with Meagan, she's really smart, really accomplished and she's a specialist in PsyOps. She also knows she's gorgeous, and there is no way she didn't know she had every eye in the room on her while she was eating the brownie. The only one who's attention she wanted, was Lester's, the rest of the men were collateral damage. Ranger had been seriously amused by the display; Lester had been useless for the rest of the meeting.

Morelli dialed a number on his cell phone, and it came over the Bluetooth speakers. It rang half a dozen times before it picked up.

"What?" Ranger's voice growled over the speakers.

He sounded like he'd been sleeping. I checked the clock; normally he was still working at 7:30. Strange.

"You poor bastard," Morelli said, laughing, "Lester dared them to go off sugar for a week."

"I'll kill him," Ranger said and disconnected. The smug look on Joe's face was just begging me to punch him.

"Explain," Meagan and I said at the same time.

"Cupcake, we were together last time you went off sugar. Remember? You nearly killed me, and I needed to sleep in the guest room."

"Oh my god! I forgot about that!" I cried blushing furiously, "I broke Ranger. He didn't go running today. He practically begged me to help on this stakeout."

"Good for you," Meagan said, "He's been wound really tight lately; he needs breaking."

"Eat a doughnut Cupcake, wait to do your cleanse until he goes away again."

"Oh no no no no." Meagan shook her head emphatically, "Not going to happen. Carlos just needs a nap; I can assure you he's more than up to anything she can throw at him. He's tired because we've been busy, but if it becomes necessary, I'll take her to Pleasure Treasures later. Lester and I have a bet riding on this, and I don't lose."

"What about you Princess? Where have you shifted your sugar cravings too?" Joe asked.

"I feel fine actually; I just miss the sugar," She said. She suddenly pulled her feet from the dash and sat upright, "Hey! That's your skip Steph!" I sat up straighter. My skip was walking into the decrepit bungalow we were watching.

"Alright Cupcake," Joe said, "Meagan and I need you to wait until he comes back out. We're counting on Saunders coming out with him, if he does, he's in violation of his parole, and we can bust him."

"Yup uh huh got it." I said. Meagan and Joe were here because the FBI wanted Saunders. After their work wiping out the Slayers, both here and in LA, Joe had been offered a position with the FBI, and he was working out of the Trenton field office. Meagan, who was technically still FBI, but on permanent loan to Rangeman where she was an executive, had agreed to be his partner. Since Joe rarely worked with a partner, this worked out well for both of them. She wasn't couped up in the office all the time, and Joe had someone to watch his back when he needed it.

Tonight he needed help, and it just so happened that one of my skips, one Barney Knowles, was supposed to be here, so I was tagging along. The door opened a few minutes later, and three men walked out.

"Finally," Meagan said, "We've got some action... Shit, Steph isn't that Morgan Fiorelli?"

"Yes it is, and he's one of our highest bond skips right now, he's worth $250k to Rangeman," I said.

"Have you got the papers on you?" she asked.

"No, but I can call Connie and get her to email the papers to my phone," I said.

"Do it," Meagan said. I made the call, and Connie had the paperwork in my email before I hung up.

"Ladies, what's he wanted for; Should we be calling in backup here?" Joe asked.

"He's wanted for being a generally awful human being." I said, "Rape, murder, assault, multiple weapons violations, oh and this is fun, aggravated sexual assault, seems he had some fun with hand tools." I read his file a few days before and promptly dropped it onto Ranger's desk. I'd been training with Tink for half a year, and I could handle myself, but no way was I going anywhere near Fiorelli.

"Why the hell did Vinnie bond him out?" Joe asked. I did a palms up. Who knows why Vinnie does anything?

"He needs to get off the streets like yesterday," Meagan said. "They are going to bolt before backup can get here. The other two are non- violent; I think we can handle them." She shifted so she was sitting on Morelli's lap, an arrangement he had zero problems with, and put her hand on the door, "Shall we?

We got out of the car, Meagan and Joe announced themselves, and the scofflaws scattered. Meagan took off in a dead sprint after Fiorelli. Knowles started running towards the back of the house but realized he was about to corner himself and suddenly veered off in the same direction as Fiorelli and Tink. Joe went after Saunders, who was running in the opposite direction from the other two.

Meagan rounded the block after Fiorelli with Knowles hot on their heels, with me trailing behind. Knowles was struggling to get a gun out of his pants while he was running. He was hindered by the fact that the extra few inches the gun added to his waistline were what was keeping his pants up, and he had to hold onto his jeans while trying to unsnag the weapon. He finally succeeded as he half stumbled, half ran around the corner after him.

"Tink! Knowles is on your six, and he's armed!" I said into the radio clipped on my vest. The words were barely out of my mouth when I heard a gunshot. I forced my legs to run faster when the radio crackled.

"It's under control," Meagan said pleasantly, "Take your time."

I finally rounded the corner, thinking that I really needed to run more, when I saw Tink. She had her weapon out, with one foot firmly on Fiorelli's jewels while he lay groaning on the ground. She had her gun aimed at Fiorelli with one hand, and she was using the other to grip painfully on a pressure point in Knowles shoulder.

"I dropped my other cuffs back there, can I use yours on this asshole?" She asked when she saw me. I walked over and cuffed Knowles' hands behind his back.

"Sit!" She said and Knowles sat down on the curb, "Stay!" He nodded his head vigorously in compliance. Once he was parked, she finally relieved the pressure off of Fiorelli's pride and told him to roll over; he tried to comply but it wasn't fast enough for Tink so she assisted him. She might not have been gentle when she cuffed him.

"Hey Joe, can you bring the car around? We've got our guys." I said into the Radio.

"Just loading Saunders in now," he said, "be there in five."

Meagan was using Fiorelli like he was a park bench and he was groaning under her; she had her arms resting on her knees and her gun relaxed in her hands.

"Bitch! I'll get you for th-unnh," Meagan casually hit him on the side of the head, and he went lights out.

"I think I've figured out where your sugar energy goes," I said.

"Oh?"

"Umm yeah. I think the no sugar thing is causing you to have some anger management issues," I said.

Knowles nodded frantically. She looked at him and then considered her current seat, "You might have a point," she agreed.