Disclaimer: I own none of these characters.

A/N: A 'thank you' goes out to Myminorobsession for the idea for this chapter in my never ending quest for Steph to share a scene with a different Merry Man. I'd also like to thank my trusty Bissell carpet cleaner for helping my pull this one shot out of my ass. My Muse seems to be trapped inside it. It's possible that she got trapped inside while I was cleaning the carpet in my son's room. How to get her out? Last, but never least, a big THANK YOU to Ranger Craving. I couldn't have done this without you, Linda.

My name is Stephanie Plum. I'm known throughout my home town of Trenton, New Jersey as the Bombshell Bounty Hunter. I hung up my bounty hunter hat about a year ago and started working full time for my mentor, and Cuban Sex God, Ranger. Working at RangeMan as given me the opportunity to get my mom off my back, with their exceptional benefit package, and keep a vehicle for more the nine months. That's a record! I still do the occasional apprehension with my ex- partner Lula. She's gotten a lot better in the last nine months and she only calls when she gets an especially wily one. Or, if Simon Diggery goes FTA. Lula is very afraid of his python. Not that I can blame her.

Most days, I really enjoy my job. I get to hang out with some very fine ass men and I get paid to do it. Who wouldn't love my job? Unfortunately, today is not one of those days. I'm staring at my 'in' box and mentally cursing God for giving me the gift of being a top notch dirt digger. On a good day, I walk in to about twenty search requests. I'm looking at about fifty.

I sighed and shook my head as I sat in my chair. The guys are going to make me go blind today. I went through my regular routine of sorting the requests into piles. Tank had four requests, that's normal. Binkie had three requests, that's normal, too. Lester had two requests, that's more then normal. The other forty-three belonged to him. I felt like my head was going to explode. He has been the bane of my existence since the first time that I ever started working at RangeMan. I could feel my right eye start to twitch. Shit!

I pushed away from my desk and sailed across the isle, stopping in Lester's cubicle. He smiled down at me for a brief moment and the saw the rage that must have been apparent in my eyes. I have yet to master my blank face. I've been told by a few different Merry Men that I just look constipated.

"What's wrong?" Lester asked as he reached out and tucked a stray curl behind my ear.

"Have you seen my 'in' box!" I shouted. I didn't really mean to shout at Lester. He's a great friend and we always have a great time when ever we team up. I sighed and shook my head when he started chuckling. "Sorry."

"It's okay, Bomber," he said as he leaned back in his chair and laced his fingers behind his head. "How many did he hit you with?"

"Forty-three," I growled as I crossed my arms over my chest.

"Ranger had a big meeting yesterday with a prospective client."

"You would think that he could do some of this shit on his own. What does he do all day?"

"Calm down, Kiddo," Lester said with a chuckle. I think that he saw the plan hatch in my head as I stared at him. He put him fingers in his ears and shouted, "I DON'T WANT TO KNOW!"

I gave him a wicked grin as I rolled myself out of his cubicle and back to my own. I thought that it might be best if I got the other guys their searches done first. I buckled down and got through Tank's in just under an hour. I started running Binkie's and then ran over to Tank in the control room to give him his files.

"Don't say a word to me," Tank said with his blank face on.

I must still have that gleam in my eye. Tank is usually a little more talkative. Either that, or Lester has been shooting his mouth off again. I decided that I should cover all of my bases and I stopped at Lester's cubicle before I went back to mine. I placed my hands on his shoulder and started massaging them. I worked my way across his broad shoulders and then wrapped my hands around his neck. I leaned over so that my lips were right next to his ear when he stilled.

"If you breathe a word about my revenge…" I whispered and then lightly squeezed his neck. I released him when he audibly gulped.

Ranger was standing in the walkway as I sauntered out of Lester's cubicle. I flashed him a smile and he took a step back. I was really starting to wish that my eyes weren't a direct link to my mind. My smile turned devilish as I gave him a little finger wave and sashayed my way into my 'lair'. I heard him chuckle and then ask Lester who I was after now. Lester was a good little pet and didn't answer. Although I couldn't be certain. Lord knows that they do an awful lot of ESP around here.

Exacting revenge on a Merry Man is difficult, at best. It takes an extreme amount of concentration, cunning, and a death wish if you go after certain ones. Fortunately, today, I have the concentration and the cunning. He wasn't one of the ones that fell into the category of 'Merry Men who wouldn't think twice about shipping me off to a third world country'. I continued with my searches for Binkie as I plotted my scheme. I was finished forty-five minutes later so I walked to Binkie's cubicle with my hand over my eyes. I dumped his files on his desk and smiled down at where I thought he was.

"Bomber?"

"Don't ask me any questions and I shall tell you no lies," I said as I tried to suppress a laugh.

I exited Binkie's cubicle and made my way back to mine. I couldn't hide the smile on my face at the thought that I was about a half an hour away from exacting my revenge. I frowned at my 'in' box. It had magically grown during the three minutes that it took me to drop off Binkie's files. I leafed through the new requests and felt my eye start to twitch again. Ten more requests from him, bringing his total to fifty-three.

I calmly placed the files on top of his stack and placed a sticky note on my monitor that simply said 'stairwell'. I grabbed a bottle of water out of the fridge in the break room and walked over to the door that led to the stairs. I opened the door and stepped through. I heard Ram groan just before the door closed. I drank half of the bottle and then sat it on the floor in the corner of this landing.

I set my watch to go off in twenty minutes and the started running up the stairs. Ram had groaned because he was the one that turned me on to this. When I get to the top of my frustration level, eye twitching and all, this is what I do. Ram suggested that I run up and down the stairs. I have to admit, at the end of twenty minutes, I'm not pissed off any more. Plus, my ass has never looked better.

My watched beeped at me when I was down by the garage, so I headed out the door. Hal and Cal were loading up one of the Broncos with surveillance equipment. They stopped for a moment and looked at me. I grinned and waved as I started walking off my run. They looked at each other and then disappeared. They were there one second, and then I heard the stairwell door click closed the next. Am I really that dangerous when I'm scheming?

I took my time climbing back up to the fifth floor. No matter how much the man pisses me off, I know that I still have to do the work. I wandered back over to my cubicle after I got another bottle of water. I found a sticky note just below my sticky note on my monitor.

It would be really great if you could actually do your job, instead of running up and down the stairs.

My mouth just fell right open. I gaped at the hand writing that I knew all to well. He was such a dead man. Where did he get off telling me how to do my job? I felt like my head was going to explode. I couldn't very well run again. I backed out of my cubicle and walked backwards across the isle to Lester's cubicle. I reached down without looking and opened his bottom drawer. Still not looking, I grabbed his bottle of Jack, screwed off the top, and took a very big swig. I replaced the cap as my eyes watered, put the bottle back, and the walked back over to my cubicle. Not a word was spoken between Lester and myself. I had a feeling that he could feel the rage rolling off of me.

I was about an hour into my searches when I felt a familiar tingling on the back of my neck. I really didn't have time for Batman. I simply glanced over my shoulder and let my eyes do the talking. It only took him five seconds and then he was slowly moving backwards out of my cubicle and down the isle. I could hear Lester chuckling across the isle. The thread of control that I was clinging to snapped. I silently stood up and crept over to Lester's cubicle. I reached my hand out and then watched with satisfaction as Lester slumped over in his chair. I glanced over at the camera that was pointed in our direction and glared.

I pulled out my cell phone as it started ringing. I glanced at the caller I.D before I answered it. Control Room. I shook my head as I headed back into my cubicle. I sat down and flipped open my phone.

"Your secret is safe with me, Bomber," Cal said and then disconnected.

I always knew that I could count on Cal for just about anything. He had been on my side through a lot of bad shit and his loyalty to me had never wavered. I set back to my task at hand and dove back into my searches. Time has a tendency of slipping away from me when I get into my zone. I was abruptly pulled out of it when I distinctly smelled a meatball sub from Pino's. I looked over my shoulder and saw Lester standing just outside my cubicle.

"Peace offering," he said with a crooked grin as he held out the bag and Styrofoam cup.

I gladly took the bag and cup and kissed Lester on the cheek. All was forgiven and everything was right with the world. For the most part. I continued working as I ate. I had finished all fifty-three searches by three o'clock. I decided that it would be wise to take a brief break before I moved onto the revenge part of my plan.

I rolled my chair across the isle and into Lester's cubicle. Over the last year, I had come to find myself in his cubicle often. He was easy going and funny. Plus, he had a secret cache of candy and other naughty foods. I opened up his bottom drawer and pulled out a tin box that was located next to the Jack. I groaned as the smell of sugar hit me when I opened the box. I punched Lester in the arm when he started chuckling.

"I still have my stun gun," I warned. That silenced Lester immediately.

I fell into the wonderful world of chocolate and tuned out the rest of the world as I closed my eyes. I loved the way that a Hershey's Kiss melts in my mouth. I just hold it in my mouth and run my tongue over it. Back and forth. I roll it around and suck the melted chocolate off of the Kiss as it slowly disintegrates. I popped another one in my mouth and repeated the process, all the while, ignoring Lester. I reluctantly opened my eyes, figuring that I should probably go back to work, and noticed that Lester was sweating.

"Are you okay, Lester?" I asked as I placed a hand on his forehead. "You're burning up."

"I'm fine," Lester said as he pulled away.

I shrugged as I put the tin box back in the drawer and rolled back over to my desk. I was about to start on my plan when I heard Ram's voice.

"Holy shit," Ram whispered.

"You have no clue," Lester whispered.

"Is it always like that?"

"Yes," Lester groaned. "I get blue balls every time she eats chocolate in here."

"I though you were doing something to her," Ram whispered. I could hear the smile in his voice. "All of that moaning."

I couldn't keep my shoulders from shaking with my silent laughter. No wonder why he keeps all of the chocolate. I'm going to have to start rolling over there more often, I though as a grin spread over my face.

I needed to focus. I whipped out my pen and grabbed a stack of sticky notes. This was going to be so good.

His POV

I had just gotten back to my desk after a bathroom break and saw the stack of searches sitting on my desk. I glanced down at my watch and smiled at the fact that she had gotten them all done by four o'clock. That woman is one of the smartest that I know. I shouldn't have doubted that she would have gotten them all done before I left today.

I grabbed the top file as I sat down at my desk and saw the little sticky note on top. It said 'Here you go, Cowboy!' in Steph's beautiful hand writing. I smiled at the note because I couldn't remember the last time someone had called me 'Cowboy'. It had been my nick name in the Ranger's, but everybody just calls me by my last name now. I shrugged and put the post-it on the bottom on my monitor as I turned it on to input the data that she had gathered for me.

I was a little surprised when I opened the second file and saw another sticky note. I've been thinking about you. I didn't really know her all that well and the thought of such a beautiful woman thinking about me threw me off guard. I took the post-it and placed it on top of the first and went back to work.

There was another sticky note in the third file. I had a dream about you last night. I noticed that my heart rate picked up a little. She dreamt about me? Me? This can't be right. She must have me confused with someone else, right? I placed this post-it with the others and decided to ignore them and input the data like a good little soldier. I just needed to buckle down and get through the rest of this shit and then I could go grab a beer with Cal and Hal. I have a goal.

I think that I might have stopped breathing when I opened the fourth file. The little yellow post-it staring back up at me defiantly. As if to say 'You can't ignore me'. I pealed off the note and held my breath as I read it. My mouth is watering with just the thought that you are nearby. Okay, now I know that she is confused. She has never once hinted that she was interested in me. I wonder if she has suffered from some type of head injury lately. Some thing to ask Bobby about later.

Focus. Focus. Focus. My mind was starting to wander as I was doing the data thing. Those big, blue eyes. The curly, unmanageable hair. That beautiful ass. I need to make sure that I buy Ram a beer as a thank you for giving her the stair idea. God, I wanted to sink my teeth into the perfect ass. WHOA! Where in the hell did that come from. She is off limits, Man! What am I thinking?

I noticed that I had held my breath as I opened the next five files. Each time, I'd let out a silent sigh when there wasn't a post-it glaring up at me. Maybe she was just momentarily confused and put the post-its in the wrong files. She has been spending a lot of time in Lester's cubicle. Plus, I could have sworn that I heard her moans coming from over there a little while ago. That has to be the explanation.

Of course, I could be wrong. When I opened the next file, a little sticky note was hanging out inside. I can still feel your hands glide up my back and fisting in my hair. The dream felt that real to me. Oh. My. God. Is it getting a little warmer in here? Time to get rid of the jacket, I thought as I pealed off my sports coat. I need to start bringing a change of clothing when I know that I don't have meetings in the afternoon. I hung my jacket on the back of my chair and went back to the data business.

I felt a bead of sweat trickle down the side of my face when I saw the next sticky note. I loved it when your hands slid into my hair as I took your rock hard erection in my mouth. You tasted like heaven. Jesus! I need water. Yeah! That will help me calm down. I jumped up and almost ran to the break room. I yanked open the fridge door and downed the first bottle in one gulp.

"You okay, Man?" Lester asked from one of the tables.

I didn't even notice him when I ran in here. I nodded at him as I grabbed another bottle and downed it like the first. I felt my heart rate start to slow down when I got to the third bottle. I gave Lester a shrug after I grabbed three more bottles and headed back to my cubicle. I felt confident that I was under control as I sat back down in my chair.

I hesitantly took the next file and opened it up. I let my breath out in a whoosh of air when I saw that there wasn't anything in the file other then information. I got through the next six searches with out incident. I was starting to breath a little easier and smiled at what a 'Tard' I was being. Steph had a whole bunch of funny names like that. All the guys loved her like a sister. How could anyone resist her?

My breath hitched when I opened my next file and saw the sticky note. I was delirious with need when your soft tongue drew lazy circle around my right nipple. I loosened my tie and undid the top button of my shirt as I took another drink of water. I peeled the note off and leaned back in my chair. I leaned back a little further and looked down the isle towards Steph's cubicle. I could hear her laughing at something that Lester said and then a shoe sailed from her cubicle to his.

I shook my head to clear my thoughts and then leaned forward. It wasn't good to dwell on something that you would never have. Or, could I have her? There must be a reason for her to leave all of these sticky notes in the files that she knew would come to me first. Maybe this was her way of saying that she was interested.

I grabbed the next file and chugged some more water as I opened it up. I was still chugging when I pulled off the next sticky and read it. I dropped the water bottle when the worlds started sinking in. I'm getting wet just thinking about how good you felt when your naked erection slid into me slowly. Shit! Now I'm all wet. The water bottle had poured out all over my pants when it fell out of my hand. I cursed myself as I bent over and picked up the bottle.

"Dude!" Ram said from his cubicle beside me. "What the hell are you doing over there?"

"Nothing," I growled.

"Well try to keep the water on your side of the wall. I already took a shower today."

"Fuck off, Ram!"

"No need to get huffy, Man. I'm just saying…"

"Yeah. I got it. Sorry," I grumbled as I used a bunch of tissues to wipe up all of the water that had spayed all over my desk and cubicle wall.

I got through ten more files before I was caught off guard by another post-it. My hips bucked, meeting you thrust for thrust as you nibbled and sucked on my neck. Holy Hell! I had a brief mental flash of burying myself in her. I torn off my tie and threw it into the corner of my cubicle as I felt my heart rate accelerate. I was going to end up going mad if I had to keep on coming across these notes after I had gotten myself calmed down.

I grabbed the stack of files and started going through them one by one. I grabbed the note and flipped it over as I'd place them on the desk. I wanted to get this over with quickly, but I was a man and I wanted to know what else she had written. Even if that meant suffering through Blue Balls. I placed the files back on my desk and eyeballed the small stack of post-its that I had found. I could hear them taunting me. I grabbed a bottle of water off of my desk and opened it as I leaned back in my chair and stared at the notes. I leaned a little further back and saw a tin box fly from Lester's cubicle to Steph's. Wonder what that's all about?

I waved off the thought and grabbed the notes. I kept them upside down and repeated my momentary mantra. One at a time. One at a time. One at a time. I placed my bottle on the desk and flipped the notes over to read the first note. I whispered your name as I felt my orgasm start to pool in my stomach. I felt myself twitch. I loved hearing my name roll off of her tongue.

My whole body tensed when I heard something coming from a few cubicles down. I leaned back in my chair and looked down the isle. There it is again. Oh Jesus! I can hear her moaning. I felt myself stir again and I closed my eyes as I took a deep breath. This woman is going to be the death of me. I leaned forward and looked at the next note. I begged you to go harder and faster. I know that I groaned. Reading those words and hearing her soft moans was slowly getting to me.

I undid one more button on my shirt and then flipped the next note over. Your control snapped and you pinned my hands above my head as you ruthlessly banged into me. I think that I need more water. My throat seems to be a little dry. Am I panting?

Next note. I remember hearing you say to me that you wanted to hear me scream your name when I came. My heart is racing and I'm definitely panting now. God help me, but I want this woman in the worst way. I could feel it in every cell of my body. I wanted to caress her cheek as I buried myself inside her. I needed her.

I flipped over the next note. The sound of you husky voice, mixed with the brutal pounding, sent the first wave of my orgasm crashing down over me. Yeah! I really needed to get my hands on her. I had a mental flash of her curls spread out over one of my pillows. Her intoxicating blue eyes looking up at me, filled with lust. I was now fully erect and I didn't care. I heard another moan come from her cubicle down the isle and I had to know what was next.

I flipped over the next note. I screamed out your name as my orgasm took me all the way to heaven. Sweet Jesus! She screamed my name. I groaned as I felt my own erection become painfully harder. God, she is a wet dream.

I anxiously flipped over the next note. I heard you groan out my name as you emptied out into me. I noticed the paper shake a little bit in my hand. Damn It! I had to finish this quickly.

The sensation of you spilling out into me and hearing my name on your lips, sent me flying back towards heaven and I milked you dry.

Two more buttons undone.

We laid in a massive heap of flesh and sweat.

Shit! I'm out of water.

You lifted your head up off of my chest and smiled at me.

I felt another bead of sweat roll down the side of my face.

You asked me if I enjoyed myself and I said…

What? Damn it!

Not if you ever leave fifty-three searches in my box again you little ass hole!

It was all a trick? This wasn't real? I shot out of my chair and ran out of the office. I hit the stairs and ran to the gym. I sprinted across the gym and hit the door to the shower room at full tilt. I ran to the nearest shower and turned the water on full blast at the coldest setting. That evil woman.

Steph's POV

I chuckled at Lester when I saw him run out of his cubicle and hit the door to the stairs. Revenge is oh so sweet. I leaned back in my chair and smiled as I laced my fingers behind my head. I was about to shut down my computer when Tank came walking into my cubicle a few minutes later.

"What's up Tank?" I asked as I gave him my most innocent smile.

"Cam you tell me why Rodriguez is standing in the locker room shower, fully dressed, cursing under his breath, and shaking because of how cold the water is?"

I furrowed my brows for a moment to think about what Tank had just said. Then I shrugged and gave him a little grin. "I honestly can't say, Tank."