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I sat with Ranger in his shiny black SUV in complete silence. I was enjoying looking out the window and the feeling of the perfect leather seats surrounding me. Leather seats were always a plus. I turned to look at Ranger, he was in the zone, as always. I didn't have a zone. Hell, I didn't even know where to begin looking for one, but Batman was being nice and quiet in the Batmobile. I sighed heavy, and wrapped my arms around me, still staring at Ranger. He glanced over at me, and then quickly back to the road.

"What?"

"You're not even going to ask me who I wanted to talk to you about?" I yelled at myself inwardly. I should have worn a jacket. I knew I would be freezing later. I could feel it already. I wrapped my arms tighter around myself. Ranger noticed this and turned up the heat in the car.

"No."

"You're not even curious?" He turned and glanced at me. Of course not, Batman doesn't worry like that. I inhaled sharply and started playing with the end of my shirt. "He didn't tell me his name." I started. "I just woke up, and there he was. He started asking all these questions, about you and Morelli." I looked back up to Ranger. I had his intention. His knuckles were white as he gripped the steering wheel and parked the Porche in the garage of the RangeMan building. He turned towards me. "Well, not really a lot of questions. Just wanted to know what I knew about you two. He said he was looking for information."

"Go on."

"That's basically it. Just asked what I knew about the two of you. He did his homework, though. He knew that Joe and I had a past, and he knew about what happened with, uh, with Julie. Told me tell you that he's looking for you."

Ranger nodded. "What he look like?"

"Tall, about six feet, three hundred pounds, light brown hair, blue eyes, was wearing a wedding ring. Caucasian. Nothing really special about him. Could probably blend in with a crowd easy."

Ranger got out of the car and walked around to my side, pulling me out by my arm and gently pushing me towards the elevator.

"I'll have Tank show you some pictures, see if you recognize anyone. We'll get the problem taken care of."

The elevators arrived and we went to the fifth floor, the command center. We stepped out and everyone quieted. Of course they did, Ranger could do that to a person.

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I was once again riding around in Ranger's truck when I arrived at the bond agency at noon. None of the pictures Tank had showed me were even close to the guy in my apartment this morning, which was a big disappointment for me. I felt like I just dropped a huge problem in Ranger's lap with no way of helping. I think I at least gave him some amusement when Morelli called to see if I wanted to get lunch and talk and I had to remind him that I was at RangeMan.

"Is that Rangers' car?" Lula asked as soon as I walked into the office. Her nose was pressed up against the window.

"Yep," I said throwing my new purse down on the fake leather couch, a purse that now included a key to my apartment, RangeMan, Rangers' truck, a new cell phone, stun-gun, pepper spray, and my gun which actually had bullets in it for once. I'd finally gotten to the point of don't ask, don't tell with these things and Ranger. And I definitely didn't want to know who had access to the key the to my apartment.

"Nuh uh girl," she said, placing her hands on her hips. Today Lula was wearing a baby blue spandex skirt that landed about three inches below her ass, a white tank top that I had trouble thinking I would fit into, and three inch clear pumps. Could you tell she was an ex-ho? And did I mention that Lula was a big black woman? And when I say big, I mean if her clothes were any tighter I think we would be seeing a two-hundred plus pound naked woman standing in the middle of the office. "What are you doing with that mans' truck?"

"I tried taking down Kyle Montelone yesterday and my car ended up on fire. This ones on loan."

"Your lucky that boy gives you anything to drive around in anymore, at least anything that looks like that. That's a good car. I'm surprised he doesn't have shit cars waiting in the wings for you." I knew Ranger had a taste for nice cars, and a reputation to uphold, but frankly, I was starting to get a little surprised to.

"Did you have anything new come in?" I asked Connie, the office manager. Connie was about five pounds heavier me, but everything was right in her boobs. Lucky. She tended to remind me of Betty Boop.

Connie looked up from painting her nails a fresh coat of fire engine red to look around her desk.

"Actually yes. Mooner went FTA yesterday." I looked up to the ceiling. Yes, there was a God.

Mooner was, simply put, a stoner, and the only reason that he would go FTA would be because he didn't know what day it was. A while ago he helped me out, and he was never a trouble to bring in. Usually I just made some coffee and watched a couple hours of Bewitched and then took him down to the station. And that was fine by me, I really wasn't in the mood for chasing down anyone today. The only thing I ever had to worry about with Mooner was getting a second hand high.

"I'll take it." I walked over to the desk and looked briefly at the file, just to make sure nothing had changed, and then stuck it in my bag.

"Girl, you look donut deprived, why don't I go with you and we can stop by the Tasty Pastry on the way. Let me just grab my bag." Lula started scurrying around the room, searching for her purse, and not so silently cursing about not being able to find it. I love Lula, but she was an even worse bounty hunter than me, and that was pretty hard to do. She was always eager to shoot someone, but most of the time when shooting should be happening, she got scared and ran. Not to mention that she was deathly allergic to cops, and had a habit of leaving me stranded at the police station after bringing someone in. Something I was not willing to chance with Rangers' truck, especially if she managed to figure out the GPA system.

"Don't worry about it. It's only Mooner. I'm just gonna go home after that, I think I just need some rest today, I'm not feeling exactly right."

"Huh. You'd be feeling right if you were getting some, especially from that fine ass Ranger. Seriously, girl. And if you can't have a man do it for you, do it yourself. It's better than nothing. Whatever happened to that Horsecock you bought with me, huh? That's a good dildo." I would have kept listening to Lula rant on and on about the dildos we bought while on an apprehension before at Treasure Pleasures, but I had noticed that Ranger walked into the back door of the office and was staring at her with a combination of amusement and horror.

"So, in conclusion, either do that shit yourself or have Ranger do it for you. Shit, if it weren't for me having the wild nasty stuff going on with King Kong Tank, I would be all over that boy." Lula reached down on Connie's desk, still unaware of Ranger, and picked up a file to fan herself with. "Shit, look at me, just thinking about that boy gets me all hot and worked up. We need some fried food about now, that's what we need."

I was doing all I could not to bust out laughing.

"You could say thank you. I'm pretty sure she means every word that she says," I said to Ranger. Connie had noticed him walk in, and was now sitting at her desk, slack jawed.

"Girl, who are you talking to. I don't see nobody here for you to be talking to," Lula said, obviously not noticing Ranger standing ten feet behind her. I never had that problem. Ranger got within a hundred yards of me and the hairs on my neck stood up.

I covered my mouth with my hand and pointed behind her. Lula turned and saw Ranger, and that was the last thing that she saw before she hit the ground. I made a step towards her, but Connie stopped her.

"Leave her. It will be quite around her until she wakes up." I shrugged and looked over at Ranger, he had a smile plastered on his face. I cleared my throat.

"Did you need something?" I asked.

"Outside," Ranger replied motioning towards the back door. I followed him, giving Connie a finger wave as I climbed over Lula laying on the first and made my way out the back.

I had barely heard the door close behind me when Ranger had me pinned to the wall of the outside of the building. He leaned in and kissed me. Usually when Ranger and I find ourselves in these positions it's a full kiss. I mean, lots of tongue, probably a moan from me, somehow his hand will find it's way up my shirt, and some seriously thinking about whether or not it would be inappropriate to strip right where I was and have him there.

This wasn't like that.

It was soft. No tongue, just a light brush up against my lips and then a little tug from him at the end on my bottom lip.

Not what I expected.

"You needed something?" I asked, trying my best to keep my voice from shaking. Although it wasn't what I expected from Ranger, it was still damn good. It was actually close to perfect. I seem to associate that word with him a lot, not a good thing. I knew Ranger was far from perfect, but damned if he wasn't able to have great cars and do some things very, very well.

Ranger smiled, still holding me up against the wall. He leaned in and kissed me again, in the same manner.

"That was it." Ranger backed away from me and walked over to his SUV, and I stood there, against the wall. Speechless. Usually when Ranger pulled something like that there was something else attached it. Whether it was him trying to get me to go to a safe house, or I was trying to get him to do something for me, there was always something else. He never just showed up, kissed me, and then walked away.

I watched him angle into the car and drive away.

When I finally regained my composure I snuck around the front of the building, not wanting to go back inside and deal with Connie's questions, but mostly not wanting to hear Lula go on and on about what had happened. She was going to have a hard time living this one down.

I swiftly made my way to the truck and pulled out onto Hamilton. I thought about what Lula said and decided that more donuts couldn't hurt, especially if I was going to a stoners house. I did a quick swing by the Tasty Pasty, picked up a dozen random donuts, and then head over to Mooners'.

I pulled onto Mooners' street and parked in front of house. I dragged myself out of the car and grabbed the donuts, made my way on to the porch, and knocked, hopefully loud enough for them to hear.

"Dudette, it's totally a pleasure" Mooner said when he answered the door. He took a step to the side and I smiled as I walked in, already smelling the pot.

"Well, Mooner, you missed your court date. I need to take you down to the station and get you rescheduled, but on the bright side I have donuts."

"Aw, man, it's these damn sharpies, they totally don't work. I should sue them or something for sure. But donuts, totally awesome." I smiled at Mooner. Hey, I can't helped it, I liked the guy.

"Do you have a big TV day set up or can I just take you right in." I peeked around the corner into the living where the big screen TV was. Not much of anything seemed to be going on.

"No, but can I be back tomorrow? They're having a Fresh Prince of Bel Aire marathon since it's on Nick at Nite now. Can't miss the opportunity to rap along with the Princes' theme song all night."

"I'll see if I can get Vinnie to bail you back out, but that shouldn't be a problem." I placed the donuts down on a small table that was by the stairs. "I'll just leave these here for when you get back." I put my hand on the front door, a bit surprised that getting Mooner in was going to be this quick.

"Righteous," he said as he led the way out of the house, not even bothering to lock the door. I sighed, but followed him anyway. "Oh, did your friend ever find you?"

I stopped walking half way down the steps as Mooner saw the truck.

"Dudette, is this truck yours?" I just nodded my head. "Totally awesome." I hit the unlock button by force of habit and followed Mooner over to the car. I climbed into my side of the car as Mooner climbed into his and we put on our seatbelts.

"What friend was looking for me, Mooner?" I asked as I started the car.

"Oh, this big guy. Didn't say his name, was just asking a lot of questions about you. He told me that you would be coming to get me, that's why I was all prepared and ready."

I started driving towards the Trenton Police station, trying to keep the thoughts in my head from kicking into over drive.

"How long ago was this guy there? Was it sometime today?"

"Yeah, like right before you got there. He asked if I you normally took me down to the station and I said of course, the dudette looks out for me."

I sunk down into my seat and checked my review mirror. No tail that I could see, but that didn't mean anything. As we got closer to downtown there were more cars, and I knew from experience people could tail me and I would never know it.

"Did he ask anything else about me?" We stopped for a red light and I looked over at Mooner.

"No, but he asked about two guys. One I didn't know, but I knew Morelli's name because you two date, I told him that. He said to tell you that he would see you later and if I happened to see Morelli at the police station to let him know that he stopped by. I was all, sure, anything for the dudette. She needs a message, I'll totally get it to her. I'm your man."

I groaned as the light turned and I continued to the police station. I really didn't want to tell Morelli about this, I wasn't sure why. Oh, that's right, I was mad at Morelli until this morning when he showed up looking rough and carrying a bag of Boston Creams. He probably wasn't even at the police station, so I didn't have to worry about him seeing Mooner, when he called me at RangeMan he said that he woke up to let Bob out and was going back to bed. As mad as Morelli made me whenever we broke up, I still cared about him, and this would just worry him. I could tell Ranger because, well, it was Ranger. Batman can fix any problem. I knew he worried about me to, but as far as I knew I had yet to cause him any medical problems like Joe.

When there was a situation like this Joe tended to scream and holler and demand that I stayed locked up in a room and not leave until the problem was resolved. Ranger would try to get me into a safe house if things got bad, which I usually refused, and then just stick a bunch of his Merry Man on me. I think they probably had to draw straws to see who got stuck with me. I had a habit of bringing some of them down.

We pulled into the back of the police station and I took out my new cell phone, making a call and letting them know that I had a FTA here. Normally, at this time of day I would just take them to the front and get them to the judge, but I was on edge over this whole thing and I felt safer going around back. I figured I was just being overly cautious, but this guy had me rattled. Better not to take any chances before I talk to Ranger again.

Mooner and I got out of the car and went towards the back door as we waited for someone to open up for us. I hadn't bothered to cuff him, it was pointless. Mooner wouldn't run from me. I think he probably thought everything was in slow motion most of the time.

"Hey Mooner," I said, "if you Morelli in there, don't tell him about the guy coming and looking for me. He's probably busy and I'm going to see him tonight so there's really no point. Besides, the guy is part of a surprise and if you tell him it will ruin it." Smooth Plum, real smooth.

"Aw, no sweat, dudette," Mooner said as the door opened and a cop I didn't recognize led us into the station. I was almost thankful for that. I didn't want to see any cops that would tell Morelli I was around right now. There was always a chance that in ten minutes Mooner would forget this conversation and start blabbing away. It made me think about how long before I got to his house the mystery guy had been there. "Your secret is totally safe with me."