I looked at Bobby and Lester as Angie hurried out of the kitchen. Her diatribe seemed to take all of us by surprise, Bobby and Lester both looked like they had been hit in the back of the head by a two by four.

"Uh What the fuck was that? Seriously What. The. Fuck. Was. That?" I asked out loud hoping they would have an idea of what just happened.

"I have no idea." Replied Lester.

We all stared at the kitchen door, as if hoping against hope she would come back and explain to us what just happened. I listened carefully, but there were no sounds coming from her room after she shut her door. I hoped she was ok. We had to do something. I pulled out my phone to call Ranger. This job required expert help.

Steph's POV

I watched across the 5th floor as Ranger took a phone call, his back stiffened slightly which meant that what ever was happening was not making him happy. He abruptly disconnected, turned around and stalked over to my cubicle.

"Babe. Need your help."

"Sure, with what?"

"We've got a witness we're doing security for and Tank and Lester keep making her cry."

I rolled my eyes and pulled open my drawer to grab my purse. "Lead the way Batman" I joked with him.

We walked down to the garage, and got into one of the SUV's Ranger was his normal silent self, but I needed to know a few things. "What can you tell me about the witness?"

"Not much Babe. She's about 30, going by the name of Angie right now, no last name. We took over her protection for the U.S. Marshal Service."

"That's it?" I was amazed, I thought for sure Rangeman would have more background information than that. They always knew everything.

"That's all we know." Ranger slipped into his driving zone now that he had passed along the information he had. I stared out the window and wondered what I could do to help. We were driving for about half an hour when I spotted a 7-11. "Ranger you have to stop at the gas station."

"Babe."

Babe could mean a lot of things, but in this instance I took it to mean 'why on earth would I need to do that?' "I need supplies Ranger. Junk food, ice cream, everything!"

Ranger sighed and pulled into the parking lot, he parked the car and silently handed me his Rangeman credit card. I jumped out of the car and hurried inside. I grabbed a small basket, and started loading it up with TastyKakes, candy bars, chips, soda, ice cream, a six pack of beer and other stuff. I made my way to the check out counter and paid for everything with Ranger's credit card. I struggled to get the bags out to the SUV. Ranger met me half way and grabbed the bags from me and tucked them in the back seat. We started driving again, and after about another 15 minutes we pulled up to a gate. Ranger leaned out the window and punched in an impossibly long code and then sat back and waited for the gate to open. We drove up a winding gravel driveway and parked in the garage. Ranger led the way to a door that went into the house. I could hear him speaking quietly with one of the guys on the other side. We walked into the house and I couldn't help but want to laugh when I looked at the faces of the men in the kitchen. They looked a little shell shocked. I pushed past Ranger and started to put the ice cream in the freezer. I know my shouders were shaking as Lester tried to explain exactly what happened this morning. I shook my head as he told us she stormed off to her room. I grabbed a bag of junk food, and headed up the stairs. I knocked lightly and opened the door to peek my head in.

"Angie? My name is Steph. Can I come in?"

Angie struggled to sit up and shrugged before pulling her knees to her chest and wrapping her arms around them. "I guess they called you after I flipped out this morning huh?"

I walked in to her room and sat down cross legged on the bed facing her. "Yeah, don't worry though, They never know what to do with me when I'm on lock down either. Is there anything I can do to help you feel better?"

Angie looked at me and she looked very hopeful for a moment. "Can you find a way for me to have a smoke? I haven't had one since the night before last, and it is making me REALLY bitchy."

I thought about it for a minute, and stood up. "C'mon, follow me." I grabbed the bag of junk while Angie scrambled to grab her cigarettes and follow me. We headed down the stairs and headed to the kitchen. All the guys stopped talking and stared in our direction. I walked over to Ranger and smiled at him speaking quietly.

"I need someone to go clear the garage so Angie and I can go out there."

"I don't think that is a good idea Babe."

"Ranger please… you think I'm bad when I don't get sugar… it's about to get worse."

Ranger raised an eyebrow but nodded towards Tank to go out and clear the garage. Tank gave the tiniest indication of a nod before walking out to make sure it was safe. A few minutes later he knocked on the Kitchen door to let us know it was safe. Angie and I headed out to the garage, and as soon as the door was closed she lit up her cigarette and almost wept in relief as that first drag hit her lungs. She leaned against one of the SUV's and turned her head to exhale trying not to blow the smoke in my face.

"Thank you. I didn't really want to ask anyone to bring me out here."

"Why not? These guys might look scary, but they really are giant teddy bears." I told her as I dusted off a plastic lawn chair and took a seat, setting the bag of food at my feet. I dug out two soda's and handed her one. She reached out and took it with a small smile of thanks.

"Let's just say all my experiences have not been fun." She took another long drag and leaned her head back with a sigh. "I just want to go home. I want my life back."

I nodded and took a sip of soda. "I understand, I tend to collect stalkers like other women collect shoes, so I've been locked up more than my fair share."

Angie looked a little surprised, and she opened her mouth to say something, and then looked like she thought better of it. She gathered her thoughts and finally spoke softly. "Yeah, it sucks. The difference is you got to go back to your old life."

I never really thought about it, but she was right. I got to go back to my apartment, back to my job and to my family and friends. Angie didn't.

"I never really thought about that before. This must be really tough for you."

Angie crushed out her cigarette on her shoe and tucked the butt into her jeans pocket. "It's not fun, and it is making me into a person I don't like."

I could see Tank listening carefully although he was doing his best to be invisible in the corner. Angie continued to speak, it didn't seem like she cared if I was listening or not, she just wanted to talk. " I was never so mouthy. I've talked horribly to your friends Steph. I wasn't like this. I was normal, I went to work, I watched movies on the couch with my cat. I called my mom on Saturdays." She fumbled in her back pocket and lit another cigarette. "The Marshals who brought me here, treated me like I was the criminal. I'm sure a lot of the people they deal with are criminals testifying against other criminals, but I was just in the wrong place at the wrong time."

I spared a glance at Tank and tried to raise an eyebrow, I wondered if the guys had acted the same way. "Can you tell me what happened?"

She took a long drag and exhaled slowly. " I went to work in the morning, and I was climbing a ladder to train the roses, and that's when I saw the poor woman get shot." She shrugged a little. "Now, if I don't give up everything I am probably next."

I wasn't very big on hugs, but it seemed that she really needed one, so I stood up and gently wrapped my arm around her shoulders and gave a small hug. "I know it sucks, but let's try to make the best of it. Rangeman has offered to buy anything you need and want to make your stay more comfortable. If I were you I'd say I needed some Jimmy Choo's or maybe Armani."

Angie laughed and choked on the smoke from her cigarette a little. I let go of her while she stopped coughing. She straightened up and I walked over and grabbed a TastyKake out of the bag and handed it to her. She took a bite and grinned. We both took a quiet moment to enjoy our snacks. When Angie finished her snack and her smoke we slowly made our way back into the kitchen. Ranger, Bobby and Lester were all in the kitchen waiting to see how things went. Angie seemed much more relaxed as she and I headed to the table where I found a piece of paper and a pen. I pushed it across the table to her and asked her to write down her clothing sizes. I thought she might like me to do the shopping for her clothes, rather than send one of the guys. She wrote down her sizes and a short list of the things she needed that she didn't want to ask the guys for. We chatted for a few minutes before I decided that Ranger and I should probably head out. We said our goodbyes and Ranger and I left.

When we were about half way back to the office Ranger looked over at me and raised an eyebrow with an almost smile on his face. "Going shopping later?" He gestured to the list in my hand.

"Maybe."