**Not mine…but I do enjoy playing with them.**

Let's see what happens next…

Chapter two: The Shit that Hitteth the Faneth

After 45 minutes floating above Ranger's bed, we dressed and headed down to the control room. The elevator dinged, and every chair and head swiveled to the sound. The men all stared as we walked, hand in hand towards Tank, who was leaning up against Ram's desk with his arms crossed and a giant shit eating grin on his face.

"Boss." Tank sang playfully. "Did you get lost?"

"Shut it, Tank." Ranger scowled before winking at him and shooting him a quick grin. "What's the emergency?"

"Well…" Ram began, slipping large headphones on his ears and turning back to the computer monitor. "Local PD brought in the Feds, and I know how much you enjoy talking to them, but they want to get Stephanie's statement."

"That could've waited until tomorrow." Ranger leaned forward, placing a hand on the back of Ram's chair and looking at the monitors. "Is that who I think it is?"

I got up on my tiptoes trying to see around the huge mountain of muscle in front of me. Jesus, I thought, if I didn't know what they looked like naked I would think they wore padding.

All heads turned to me. Cal, who was sitting next to where I was standing burst out laughing bent over his desk so that he was face first in his keyboard smacking the desk with his hand. Tank smiled, and Ram looked as if he was going to shit himself. Shit. I said that out loud.

"How exactly do you know what my men look like naked, Babe?" Ranger's eyes twinkled with humor and a smidgen of jealousy.

Taking full advantage of the opportunity to keep Ranger jealous, I smiled and playfully replied. "You aren't around all the time, Ranger."

"Fuck my life." Ram whispered. He attempted to get up but Ranger's hand pushed him back down into his seat. "Ranger…."

"Ram." Ranger tipped his neck to one side, an almost sickening click followed by a crunch was heard. "Is that who I think it is in the video?"

"Uh…yes, boss, sir, Ranger." Ram was stuttering.

"Great." Ranger stood up and closed his eyes sighing. "I thought I felt a cramp forming in my ass."

"Wait…" I pulled Ram's chair out slightly so that I could get a better look. "No fucking way!"

I sat down in shock, which just so happened to be the lap of a very nervous Ram.

"Yep. Fucking something." Ranger raked his hands over his face in frustration. "Fucking Diesel."

Dun-dun-dun!

Please stay tuned for future installments.