Yo,

Sorry about the long HIATUS, I just lost the chapter … then I decided to hell with it and pasted whatever my hands wrote (Again…)

So, sorry if it's crappy… I will hopefully start writing better soon…

DisclaimerI tip my hat to you, Janet Evanovich, for thinking and writing such rambunctious characters, so that I may have entertainment.

So… erm… yes… Chapter Eight: Damned Papers.

"Lee… I… I won't tell him, if he doesn't ask specifically. Just, damn, you have had Rangers gun in a knot trying to find you," he grinned and I was suddenly reminded of how gorgeous the Rangemen were. "But, Bomber, one way or another, he will probably find out, eventually," he sighed, a big feat. He looked me in the eyes, and I didn't know what to say. When Ranger did find out I would make it a point to be somewhere else… possibly China, maybe Guam… I have no clue where that is, but it sounds cool. Great… now Im thinking about the third world countries in which I might be sent to…

"Thanks, Lester, I guess. It's good while it is lasting, but I know I'll have to go back to New Jersey some time," I was tired, and I flopped down, gunk and all, onto the leather couch.

"Ton told me to tell you to call him about the papers." I furrowed my eye brows in confusion. What the hell is wrong with those damned papers?

"Thanks, Lester. Good to see you, but I need to get going and… clean up," scrunching my nose up at the undefinable things on my clothes, I finished my donut, and waved at Dani under the table and did a handshake thing with Jackie. I nodded at Lester, but he had other ideas as he was already at the door leading outside.

"I'll take you home."

"Your car will stink," I pointed out.

"It'll clean."

"Fine," I followed him to his black shiny car. Sometimes I believe that the only reason Ranger always has black things is because he is colour blind, but then I remember he is Batman and that thought gets blown to all kablooey.

"Nice car, is it new?" Lester gave me a look, probably thinking whether or not he should answer the already answered question, "Of course it is." He nodded, sliding into his seat, so I did the same, only to have a squishy noise from my pants. Eeyuw, that is just nasty.

Lester chuckled, and I glared at him, "Havent changed a bit, yet Bomber, besides the hair." My hand automatically went to my hair, and I felt something sticky. I made a disgusted sound again, and wiped my already dirty hand on my already dirty pants.

"Not what I have been told. How about you?"

"Not all that much, besides the being deported to here. Not that I mind, it's a great place, at least there is a club here…" I didn't pry into why he wanted a club, it was already pretty obvious. I nodded and told him I could tell him where the best places were, if he wanted. "That would be great. But it would be better if you went with me," he wagged his eyes in a comical fashion, and I had to laugh with him.

"I might be able to suffer through a whole night of an intoxicated Lester," he laughed this time.

"I'm offended Bomber, suffering? Believe me, when Im intoxicated the only suffering will be sore muscles." I laughed at him this time.

"Yeah, Im sure," my tone was light teasing, but mocking as well, do I know how to combine disbelief and humour, or what? "Anyway, I was thinking, maybe you could help around here… But just to let you know, this really is the first time this month I have had garbage on me." I didn't point out that it was only the beginning of the month; I just hope he doesn't remember that.

"Are you sure I wouldn't be cramping your style?" He teased with an upward tilt to his nicely defined lips. His hair had grown, now that I think about it; it was just past his collar I would say, tied up in a low tail. He had everything that was looked for in a Rangeman, but he had his sense of humour to boot. Sometimes I think it would be impossible to hate Lester… but other times…

"Style?" I snorted, "What style?"

"True," he smiled, "So… where do you live?" I laughed, I had to, because I just realised we had been driving around aimlessly for the past few minutes.

"Point Vernon, go back the other way," I replied, still containing my little laughing burst as best as I could. He chucked a U-Turn in an illegal way, which I would never admit too, and he continued gliding in the shiny SUV, going a little over the speed limit. Cops were hardly ever around, especially on this street, so I didn't especially mind.

"So… How is Tank?"

I watched as several lights lit up, and the cranks started turning in Lester's head. His eyes went slightly wider, and he made an 'oh' shape with this mouth, "Sneaky little devil, aren't you? You think you're so smart… You have him wrapped around your delicate fingers," he had a slightly awed expression on his face.

"Guilty as charged." I pointed to the right, and he quickly pulled into the turning section. "So, how long have you been told to stay here?"

"As long as I need to, Bomber, just 'til I know you lot won't get into too much trouble, I suppose. Is that so bad?" I rolled my eyes, not answering the question. "It's not so bad having me here Bomber, it'll just add some variety," I think I have had enough variety to last me a while.

"No, it's not that. Just thinking," I said, facing the road again.

"That's dangerous," I laughed, smacking his arm. He grinned good-naturedly, so I decided I would plop him with some not-so-exciting jobs.

"Do you think you could come with me to do some surveillance with me?" I felt like I should be batting my eye lashes, but I resisted the urge. He glanced at me, still grinning, and I suddenly thought this might not be such a good idea. Lester is a prankster, not to mention good with the ladies though that has never come up, thank you God, and I was glutton for punishment if I was asking him to help with surveillance.

"As long as you bring the pack of cards, Im not opposed to it. Tell me, what sort of creep is it? Rapist, killer, or oh, arsonist?" He was far too enthusiastic about sitting in a car for who knows how many hours, with only one persons company. Surely one circle of hell is just that – forever doomed to surveillance.

"Im sure I can manage that. But you seem entirely too happy, what have you got up your sleeve?" I wouldn't tell him that the FTA was a PSON, which in Australian Language was knocked to Public Show Of Nudity. He went streaking across the main street, until a baker knocked him out with his award winning Hard Bread loaf. Let's just say that loaf of bread also one a Community Service award.

"When do you want me to pick you up?" I sighed, it was the first time in a long time someone had had to ask me that. My poor car, I think I have my own wrecking lot in car heaven by now.

"Five-ish, okay with you?" I saw my house, and I started fidgeting in my seat. I forgot to feed Rex last night, so he would be starving by now. And I was going so well for a while, with the money, and the hamster feeding. I hope he would forgive me. "That's my home," I pointed towards the high green fence.

"You really do have a better life here, Steph. Would you look at the size of that house, compared to your old apartment? No wonder you didn't come back," I looked at him, and saw him smiling, it was good he wasn't stabbing me for leaving them all. "While we are back on that topic, would it kill you to call your mother? She has been annoying Ranger, Tank, hell even Hal and Cal, and I don't want to mention her encounter with Woody. She wants to know if you're alive. So, call her. Save the Rangemen."

"Okay… Is Woody still alive? Because I don't want to return if he isn't, I don't know how much family he has that would be out for my blood," Lester cracked another grin. Smiley, happy people. Chyeah right.

"Yeah, though you should have seen the major blushing he was doing, it was hard to see, but it was definitely there," he pulled up in front of my drive way.

"Thanks for the ride, and see you tonight, I'll bring the file with me."

"Don't forget the cards, beautiful," he winked as he drove off. I trudged up the cement drive way, and unlocked the door. I walked into the foyer and breathed a sigh of relief. Soon this crap would be off of me, Rex would be fed, and I would be able to catch Louis Kempt.

Louis Kempt was a serious nuisance. I have chased him through alleys, abandoned buildings, and supermarkets (Including the back rooms… There was a lot of bad cabbage). He has eluded me for the past week, and considering he is over fifty years old, with arthritis in the most imaginative places, he was a fast runner. I chased him this morning, everywhere, and ended up with something unmentionable on my top, and God knows what else on my pants. I was ready to catch this man, and I wanted to do it now! But I'd have to wait til tonight, it isnt that bad, considering if I did this alone it might end up the same as it did today.

"Hey, Rexey, did you miss me?" Rex twitched his nose, and ran back inside his little house, which was still a soup can. "Alright, alright, Ill feed you, little munchkin." I opened the fridge, turned my nose up at the cabbage which I had a feeling I wouldn't be eating in a while, and grabbed the Rex Food in the fridge drawer. I dumped it into his cage, and Rex ran out, looked at the food, looked at me, stuffed it into his mouth, and ran back into his soup can. Owner/pet relationship at its best. At least he didn't say anything about my clothes.

I sighed, stripping out of my squishy clothes. It would take a while to wash my hair. Damnit

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"…You can buy this nice new…" Click.

"…Oh, Sampson, how I lo…" Click.

I finally settled on the Teletubbies, sighing because there was nothing on. It was four o'clock, an hour until Lester came, but an hour since I had been ready. I had entertained the idea of calling Lester, but then I remembered I didn't have his phone number anymore. I can't believe people actually let their children watch this crap, I think I could feel my brain dripping out of my ears.

'This is Halloween, this is Halloween. Pumpkins scream in the dead of night. This is Halloween everybody make a scene.'

I picked up my phone after just listening to the ring tone for a moment. Jackie and Dani made me watch Nightmare Before Christmas, and I fell in love. Though, Ghostbusters is still undeniably my favourite movie.

"Yo," I stated.

"Heya, girlie, it's Jackie. Whatcha doing tonight?" Jackie had this thing about not wanting his friends to be bored every Friday night, wanting to take us out for some drinks. It is a lot of fun, but I really wanted to catch Louis.

"Erm, surveillance with Lester."

"Oh, with the scrumptious bum that came into the office today?" I could almost see Jackie licking his lips.

"Yeah, he should be here soon, so I have to go. I'll hopefully see you tomorrow with a docket for Kempt." I better have a docket for Kempt, otherwise I won't be very happy. Not very happy at all.

"Okay, just call if you want some Jackie-o-action. I could kick Kempts butt." And I knew he could. I didn't doubt it for a second.

"Okay, Jackie," I glanced at the clock, four forty-five, that went quick. "Im going to go now, I'll call if I need to, though don't wait. I don't think Kempt will get much past Lester."

"Bye, girl." Click.

I sat down, glaring at the TV as another infuriatingly stupid children's show played. I guess it was fifteen minutes more until I heard a honk outside my house, coming from a car, I'll bet.

I grabbed my purse, including my bounty hunter paraphernalia, and looked out the windows to see Lester's SUV pull up outside my gate. I almost tripped on the rug as I walked to the door, coordination is still not my thing, and I locked the door as I stepped outside. I walked calmly to the SUV, pulling the door open, and slipping into the lovely leather seats.

"Lets go kick some butt."