A/N: Hey. So I was going through my story, and re-editing it like I said I would. I've decided to drop Ton as a character. He has no purpose in it. Plus, he kind of mucks up my story line -.-'

So, yeah, another update. Is this a record, or what?

Chapter Fourteen – Lucky Blue

I hadn't had the courage to call Lula again. God knows Ranger's probably keeping a tag on it, waiting for Unknown Callers. I had Dom digging around a little in Trenton, ear to the ground and such, but nothing seemed to be coming up. I was starting to wish I hadn't thrown away my original phone – one with all my numbers from Trenton. If I still had that phone, there would be double or triple the amount of people to call for information, but such is life.

There had been no more bombs, and no more fluoro pink writing. Dani seemed to calm down after a while, especially after Jackie returned to work. I was waiting for the other shoe to drop. Surely, one little bomb wouldn't be the end of it – it never was. I even checked under my car before I got in – lest something happen to it. Funny when my car became special to me because I tried not to let my feelings grow attached to nice cars (if/when I got one), they always seemed to end up as crisp strips of metal.

"Y'know, Lee, if you stopped worrying about your car, you may be able to think of a way to get your old numbers," Dani said to me.

I frowned, "How do you know I'm worrying?"

"You bite your nails and you get little lines at the corner of your mouth," she said, picking up another manila folder. She pushed her wheelie chair to the filing cabinet and stowed the file away. "There's got to be some way to get your numbers back, or at least get the numbers. What if you asked Dom to look some up in the phone book?"

"He's already busy enough. With the opening of the office and stuff. Not to mention he's already doing enough for me. He's had to make some connections to local groups so he could find any info for me."

"What about Lester? Wouldn't he know how to get them?" Dani still hadn't given up on telling Lester. She kept telling me he would be a great asset. I told her he would be a big ass. Alpha male syndrome.

"No. I'm not telling Lester," I said firmly.

Dani blew her orange hair out of her face with an exaggerated breath. "Well, what else are you going to do? Nothing has turned up!"

"And nothing worse has happened either," I pointed out. "Look, we both agreed that if something worse happens, I would tell Lester. Not before." I sank further into the office sofa, "I know I should be worrying more, Dani, but I'm just not. And that normally means something. My spidey sense isn't exactly hitting the Danger! signal yet."

"So? Maybe your spidey sense is moving a little slow? Maybe it's like the rest of our bodies – don't use it for a while, and it loses its strength? Just, I don't like not doing anything. It feels like it's going nowhere."

"Well… it isn't going nowhere, it's just not going somewhere," Dani scoffed at me. "No, no. It's like this: we're not hearing anything because there is nothing to hear. It's like, there are no rumours just because there is nothing to talk about."

"And keeping with that same line of thinking, it could just mean that this person, or persons, are keeping a low profile! Think about it Lee, they could just want to do you in quickly, quietly, and with no fuss!" Dani spat at me, standing up from her chair, "They could just want you dead! Instead of like all your other stalkers who wanted to taunt you, this one could just want you dead! That bomb could have just been a dud, meant to completely blow up instead of lighting on fire. I just…" she sighed, sitting back down and combing a hand through her thin hair, "I think that maybe you really need to bring in reinforcements."

"Oh, Dani," I said, walking over to her. "If there is something I know, it's this: people don't want me dead." Dani looked at me, wondering. "I'm more amusing alive."

Dani gave a little laugh, a pretty sad imitation, but it was something.

"Now, Dani, listen to me. Nothing is going to happen. At least, not yet," I rolled my eyes. "Through the years I noticed that I'm pretty much lucky. I'm like Snuggy the Leprechaun." Dani looked at me again, "Don't ask."

"Fine, fine, I give. I'll wait. But if I say it's time to tell Lester, it's time to tell Lester. I'll tell him myself if I have to."

I smiled brightly, "Thanks Dani. What time is it, anyhow?"

"Hm… 1:40pm."

"Great, I have a dentist appointment. Yearly check-ups that I haven't been to in years," I smiled. "I'll be back afterwards."

KAVROOOOM!

Both our heads snapped to the front windows. There, sitting in front of my Mustang, was a heap of car scraps, still burning and smoking.

"It's time to tell Lester."

I sighed. Yup.

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It was silent. "…And you didn't tell me?" I wish it was silent.

"Yeah… About that… We didn't," Dani nudged me, "I didn't want to worry you."

Dani gave a fake cough, "Wimp," and another fake cough.

I glared at her. "Fine. I didn't want to tell you in case it led to the possibility of me being found, or locked up." Then I whispered to Dani, "Happy?"

She grinned innocently at me. I rolled my eyes.

"Uhuh. I have about as much chance at locking you up as I do taking Ranger down on the mat." I smiled.

"Glad you remember."

"How could I forget? Last time it happened, you stun gunned one of us to get to your sisters shindig!" Lester laughed. "None of us are likely to forget that. You should have seen Ranger's face."

I smiled wider, tilting my head to the side as I tried to imagine it. Nope, I couldn't.

"And just because you gave us a chance to see our boss thoroughly shocked, I will help you out – free of charge," Lester said. I rolled my eyes.

"You would do it free of charge anyway. What would Ranger say if he ever found out you charged me for information?"

Lester remained silent, blinking at me. "I'd rather not find out," he said carefully.

I grinned despite the subject, "He would kick your ass to kingdom come."

Lester nodded, "I wouldn't be out of hospital for weeks."

"Glad we cleared that up," I said, sitting down on the couch again. "Now, what are we going to do about my situation?"

"I am going to check around Trenton. You are going to do the best you can to make sure you're not blown up," as if that was an issue. "You should have technically been in that car. This person obviously had his information given to him – your dentist appointment time." Lester shook his head, "If I didn't know any better, I'd say that Mustang was a relative of the Buick."

I grinned, "Well, they are both blue. Maybe that's a lucky colour?"

"Or maybe it's just your colour, Lee. I heard people have their own specials colours, like they have birthstones. Blue could be yours," Dani said, smiling a little.

Lester shook his head, "Whatever it is, you better keep it up. So far your car has survived two attacks. More than any other car, bar the Buick, has been through."

"Who are you going to be talking to in Trenton?" I asked.

"Don't worry, Steph. It's as if you don't trust me!" Lester acted wounded and I rolled my eyes. "I'll get Tank to do a little digging."

I rolled my eyes, "I could have done that."

Lester laughed and said, "But you didn't."

I sighed, "Whatever. Just…"

"Make sure nobody finds out. Jeeze, Bomber, you really don't trust us."

"I do. It's just… I've lived in the Burg my whole life. I know even the best kept secrets eventually get leaked. Even if you come home to find it riding your husband and neighing."

"Neighing, you say? I've never heard this!"

"Oh shit! Did I say neighing? No, I didn't. I said… Haying! Yeah, like rolling in the hay… Not working is it?" Dani and Lester shook their heads. "Okay, but none of this gets out, or that whore will spill my secret too." Lester looked like he was going to ask something, "Nah-uh. You ask that and I won't tell you about the neighing."

Lester made a motion with his hand, zipping up his lips.

"Well, when I walked in on the Dick and Whore, I heard the Whore neighing. And the Dick was really getting off on it." I shook my head, "That's why Grandma Mazur calls him the horses' patoot. She's the only one I told. The Whore made me promise not to, or she'd spill the one secret she has on me. I'm actually quite amazed she hasn't already."

Lester gaped at me. Seriously, gaped. "I heard about her and Vinnie, but Dickie too? Dude, that girl must have some serious problems if she's going around neighing for sex."

I nodded solemnly. "Yup."

It was silent, and then a strange sound emerged. Lester and I looked at each other, wondering what it was. Lester reached for his gun and I rolled my eyes at him. It happened again, and I noticed Dani with her head in her hands.

"Dani? You okay?" I asked her.

Her head nodded in her hands, but the sound continued. It got louder until I noticed Dani's shoulders shaking. I looked at her in concern.

"Dani? Can you lift your head?"

She shook her head this time.

"Can you tell me why?"

"I-I-I'm so-o-rr-y," she said, in intervals. She lifted her head, and I saw that it was red. Her mouth was open, and the sound carried louder until she was laughing so hard she clutched her stomach.

"It's just… that stuff never happens in Hervey Bay, and you two are acting like it's normal!"

Lester and I looked at each other, giving a look only true New Jersey members could. It is normal.

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"You know, if you move it a little to the left, it would look a little better. I really don't think that's the middle," Dani said.

Jackie moved the painting a little to the left like Dani said.

"Are you sure, Dani? I think it looked more symmetrical a little on the right." Jackie moved the picture again. "Nah, maybe you are right. A little to the left again, Jackie. A little bit more. A little bit more. Yeah, there. What do you think, Dani?"

"No, I think it should be a little to the right. What're you thinking Lee? A bit more, Jacks. Yeah."

I kept in my laugh, "Dani! That is so not right. Left, Jackie, left!"

Dani looked at me, finally cottoning on to what I was doing.

"No! Right. Jackie move a little bit more right!"

"Left!"

"Right!"

"Left!"

"Right!"

Jackie kept on shuffling a little bit each time. Dani and I were having serious troubles trying not to laugh. Finally, I cracked a little.

Jackie looked behind him, using his arms to lean against the wall a bit. He looked surprised, like he wouldn't expect us to do that to him. Then he glared.

Dani set her hands up in surrender, "That's what you get when you leave us to fend for ourselves for a whole week! We should have you mopping up the floors!"

Jackie slumped, leaning the painting against the wall and falling into the sofa.

"Well, sor-ree. I was making the best of my sick time. Can't blame me for that," he retorted.

Dani and I shared a look, "Uh, yes we can."

"Nuhuh."

"Yuhuh."

"Guys! Stop re-enacting the Emperors New Groove!" They looked at me, confused. "Am I the only one who watches good movies?"

"Isn't that a kids movie?" Dani asked.

"Yeah, the one where the guy is a llama and there's a llama guy?" I scrunched my face up.

"Er… yeah. Let's go with that. But that's beside the point."

"What was your point then?" Jackie asked, leaning further into the cushions.

"No point, just stating a fact. You two wouldn't know a good movie if it snapped closed on your butts!"

"Lee, that's a kids' movie…" Dani said, trailing off.

"And so is Nightmare Before Christmas, and you two still love that!" They both shook their heads adamantly.

"No. Nightmare Before Christmas is a movie for all ages! There isn't any age that someone won't enjoy it," I had sudden flashes of my Grandma watching it and matching crack jokes about Jack being all 'bones'. I shook my head.

Dani suddenly asked, "What started this discussion?"

I looked at her, and then Jackie, and giggled. "I don't really remember…"

This started Jackie giggling too, and Dani followed suit. We were all giggling when Lester walked in, face set.

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"So… there's nothing? At all? As in "W'e've searched the globe and found nada" nothing."

"That's what I'm saying, Bomber. Tank had his ear to the ground so long it got stuck, but still, there is nothing going around about someone being after you."

I slumped in my seat. "Is that possible? Keeping a secret in Trenton?" I sighed heavily. "Where does this leave us?"

"In the middle of a freaking desert. There's no leads, since you got rid of the bomb," he rolled his eyes. "We just have to wait until something else happens."

"Waiting. That involves patience. I'm not so good at that." Lester gave a chuckle. "And I'm even worse at waiting for something to try and blow me up – because we all know it's going to be a bomb. One of these days, I really will die, and it will be because of poisoning due to a bomb backfiring. That's the way irony works, yeah?"

Lester smiled, "Yeah. We all joke about our deaths. I mean, we were in the force – we always figured it would be something ironic that did us in, like tripping over and slamming our heads against the hospital floor." I wasn't sure whether to laugh or not. I suppose, that's what irony's for.

"So. We wait."

"Yeah."

Silence. "…Wanna play snap?"