AN: I realized just now, as I was changing the author's notes to say that I was fixing these chapters, that I have been deleting my thanks to everyone who has read, liked and reviewed this story. I'm really grateful for the support! As usual, nothing belongs to me except for Tink, everything else belongs to JE.

You could have heard a pin drop in the Bonds Office as Hal, Cal, Lula, Morelli, Connie and I stared open mouthed at the scene in front of us. Ranger and Tank almost never showed emotion, yet here they were. Tank's eyes were suspiciously bright and he wouldn't let her go and Ranger was beaming at her with utter disbelieving joy.

Ranger recovered first, and pulled his phone out of his pocket, "Brown and Santos need to be in conference room two in ten minutes. I don't care what they are doing; tell them to drop whatever it is."

He hung up and turned to Joe, "I know you probably need her today but she's supposed to be dead and two of my men need to put some demons to rest."

"He's here too?" Meagan said with a barely audible whisper.

"Yeah Tink," Tank said gently, and he put her down.

Meagan sat down on the sofa between Hal and Cal with a graceful flop. "I thought he would be in Miami. Last time i checked he was in Miami. His only listed address is Miami... I-I- I'm not ready... I c-can't."

Ranger crouched down in front of her on the sofa and they stared intently into each others eyes. He briefly touched her knee and whispered something I didn't catch and the tension seemed to just completely leave her body. There was history there; a lot of it and I had to fight to suppress my jealousy. I glanced at Tank to see how he reacted to this little exchange, and he was smiling at them like their little interaction had somehow restored balance to his own personal Universe.

"Can you give her a ride to Haywood?" Ranger asked Joe as he stood up.

"Might as well," Joe said as he hauled Meagan to her feet. She was wan, and visibly shaking, with what looked like panic. We left Lula and Connie with a promise to catch up later. I got into the Turbo with Ranger. Tank, Hal and Cal piled into the SUV, Joe and Meagan got into his Jeep and we lead our little parade to Rangeman.

I was dying of a weird combination of dread and curiosity. I had to know the history; I just had to. Ranger clearly loved her, there was absolutely no doubt about that. I don't think I've seen him ever look at anyone like he looked at her. Except for maybe the way he looked at me, but even that wasn't a good comparison. The way he looked at her was different, and I was rattled. Was he in love with her? If he was, that was a problem for me for obvious reasons. She'd looked comfortable when he'd held her, and what was worse, it had looked right. Again a problem for obvious reasons.

"Our relationship isn't physical, Babe, and not for lack of opportunity." My head snapped around to look at him as his words broke into my thoughts, "She's just..." He searched for the words to describe their connection, "It's complicated. Saying that she's like a sister would be a lie. She's closer to me than any member of my family save you, and maybe Julie. We saved each others lives when we were kids and we've been very close ever since. She followed me into the military and three years ago she was supposed to have been killed on a mission. It hit us all really hard and I'm sorry if I hurt you back there; I wasn't thinking. It's not every day someone you love comes back from the dead."

I let out the breath I was holding and he reached over and squeezed my knee. I felt like an idiot and a hypocrite. He hung around for years while I screwed around with Joe and he hugged a pretty girl and I turn into a jealous harpy.

"What about with Tank?" I asked trying to stifle a grin and lighten the moment. I couldn't picture it. I just couldn't. He was huge. She was so dainty and pixie like and...

"He'd crush her," Ranger chuckled. "You know you are pretty cute when you are jealous."

I stuck my tongue out at him and he thought about smiling at me.

We pulled into the lot and we got out of the Turbo as the other cars pulled into the lot. We were followed by Tank, Morelli and Meagan and we all took the elevator to 5 while Hal and Cal went to park the cars. Morelli was holding Meagan's hand in support, she looked terrified, but Tank had a massive arm slung around her shoulders and a smile that could light up Trenton on his face. Before we got out of the elevator, Ranger said something to her, again in another language. I though he'd been speaking Spanish before, but he wasn't. Call me crazy, but I'm pretty sure he was speaking to her in Latin. Again he touched her, a light touch on the elbow, and I watched her pull herself together, as if borrowing some of Ranger's strength.

We went to conference room two. Bobby was leaning on the table texting someone and laughing softly to himself. He looked up when the door opened. Ranger and I walked in first, "Hey Bomber. What's shakin'?" I shrugged.

I didn't need to say anything because he had clapped eyes on the tiny woman in the track suit. He froze in shock for a second and then he was across the room in two strides and she was enveloped in his arms for a long hug. He inhaled the scent of her hair like it was a drug, his eyes squeezed shut. Unable to speak he released her a little. If she'd looked emotional before with Ranger and Tank it was nothing compared to this. Tears were flowing freely down her cheeks and Bobby wasn't in much better shape. He kissed each cheek and her forehead and crushed her to him again. I briefly worried that she would need x-rays. None of these men were exactly small and these hugs were not gentle. Probably her ribs were going to be sore later. She didn't seem to mind though. She was hugging Bobby back with as much fierce enthusiasm as he was hugging her. Bobby was holding her like he was never ever going to let her go and she was hugging back like it would take an act of God to pry them apart.

"You're supposed to be dead Tink," He finally said into her shoulder, "We were told you were dead. Why didn't you tell us that you were alive?"

"B, I'm so sorry," she said, "I…" she looked at him and he caresses her cheek, as the words stalled in her throat.
"Let's wait for Santos before she answers that," Tank said. Bobby Tank and Ranger exchanged a look and did their ESP thing. No idea what they were thinking to each other.

"He was out on a call; he's trying to get back but there is a car fire and it's causing traffic issues." Bobby said after he put a tearful Meagan back on her own feet. He was still holding her in his arms as if he was afraid that if he let her go she would disappear.

"It wasn't me." I said holding my hands up in the air. Everyone laughed, including Meagan who had heard all about me from Joe. It managed to break some of the tension in the room. Everyone went to take a seat around the table. Meagan tried to untangle herself from Bobby, but he wasn't having it and he pulled her onto his lap instead. Meagan and Bobby? His girlfriend wasn't going to like that. Not that either of them seemed to mind at the moment. She was cuddled into him like she belonged there.

"Bobby blamed himself for her death. He's never gotten over it," Ranger whispered in my ear, "They were very close, and I think he's afraid she isn't real." His phone buzzed. He read a text and stepped out of the conference room to make a call. When he came back he told us that Les was going to be another 10 minutes.

"What happened Meagan? You can tell Santos later," Ranger said. Bobby gave her a reassuring look so she took a deep breath, well as deep a breath as she could with Bobby's arms wrapped around her like a vice and began.

"Well, what did you hear? I'll fill in the gaps if I can remember them."

"Les and I were watching you through our scopes," Bobby said, "We saw you get made by someone but we couldn't see who, and then two of their militia came upon our position. Les got shot in the back and by the time I had neutralized them you were nowhere to be seen. Les was losing a lot of blood and I had to get him out of there. I radioed for back up and hauled Les to safety. They finally let us look for you a week later but by the time we got into the compound you were long gone. We heard that you had been tortured, gang raped and then executed."

"Well fortunately that last bit was a complete fabrication on their part," She said softly. She gently stroked his cheek. Removing a tear with her thumb. He smiled at her and gave her another squeeze. Damn. This was hard to watch without bursting into tears of my own.

"None of it was your fault, B. I heard what you did for Les, and it was the right thing to do. I wish I could have told you."

"I'm just glad you're back, Tink."

She smiled and took another deep breath, "There was a leak. They knew I was going to be there, alone, and it was no accident that they came upon your nest. Our target's twelve year old daughter heard the conversation about what was planned for me and she got to me before they did. She snuck me into their garage and hid me in the trunk of one of her father's Mercedes. She brought me food and water for what I think was two days but I can't be sure. It may have been longer; hell it felt like longer. She was eventually caught, and punished but not before she got me out of there. I made it to the extraction point and waited around for a few days. Nobody showed.

"By then I was dehydrated and sick. I'd broken my ankle jumping out of the garage window so I was slow moving. It took me a while, but I found a village where they patched me up and I contacted our CO. I had already been classified as KIA by that point and they thought it useful to keep me that way. I wanted to contact you but..." She broke off. She swallowed hard trying to keep her emotions in check. Bobby whispered more reassurances in her ear and she nodded. She worked super secret covert ops. Everyone in the room understood why she couldn't tell them she was alive.

"The bastards," Tank muttered breaking a long silence.

"So then you hooked up with Mossad," Ranger guessed moving them away from the uncomfortable portion of the conversation.

She cocked an eyebrow at him and grinned. He mirrored her expression.

"You saw what I did at the bonds office and decided that did you? I could have picked it up elsewhere Mr. Knowitall." OMG nobody spoke to Ranger like that. Well nobody but me and sometimes Tank. That Ranger took it in stride told me more about her than an hour of lunch had. "But as usual you are right. I was with them for about a year and a half until my contract was almost up but there was an uhh incident and I decided I was done with deserts. Part of the deal I made to get me out of there was that I sign on for another year with a federal agency of my choosing. The whole alphabet fought for me for a while and then I wound up doing what I do best for the FBI. My contract is up in a little over a week and then I get my life back, so to speak."

"Is your name really Meagan Harris?" Joe asked. I thought that was a rather stupid question; like she could tell us if it wasn't? From the looks on their faces Ranger and Tank agreed with me.

"Actually yes," She said, "Everything I told you about myself is true. It was decided that my real bio was common enough before I started working for the Feds, that there was no need to hide it. All it needed was a couple of tweaks." Ranger and Tank smirked and she shot them a mischievous smile, "They figured it was easy this way. My parents are both dead and I don't have any siblings or relatives of any kind. These boys here are my family." She gave Bobby an affectionate squeeze.

"Why do they keep calling you, Tink?" I asked.

"Can I borrow that pencil in front of you?" She asked pointing at a pen cup on the table. I rolled pencil too her and she deftly twisted her hair back and stabbed it with the pencil to keep it in place. The action was practiced, my guess was this was something she has done a million times. Aside from the black eyes she was a dead ringer for Tinker Bell. Well, if Tinker Bell wasn't animated, was more beautiful, had a normal sized head, and was a trained assassin who could kill you with a paper clip that is. With her soft waves restrained she looked harder somehow. Scary even. Bobby frowned and pulled the pencil out of her hair again almost immediately. With her hair back she looked predatory but as soon as her hair fell back down she looked playful again; her expression hadn't changed in the slightest. It was remarkable.

"Whenever we had to go on a mission where Tink would have to go in the field solo or do something uhh less than safe?" Tank paused and there were some chuckles, Tink made an innocent who me? face, "she would say, 'Hey I'll be fine, just remember that if something happens to me you just have to clap and say, 'I believe in fairies' and I'll be alright.' We all clapped at you memorial Tink. I guess it worked."

"Well not everyone clapped," Ranger reminded him he was about to elaborate but Santos chose that moment to walk through the door.

"What's the rush boss?" He froze and a myriad of emotions crossed his face; Shock, relief, happiness, disbelief, pain, anger and complete and total love. All of them registered in a nanosecond just before his blank face slammed into place. The Rangeman reflex when under extreme emotional distress.

"Meagan," He choked almost inaudibly. He took a step towards her but instead of getting to pick her up like the others had she launched herself off of Bobby's lap, onto the conference table, ran the length of the table and jumped on Lester wrapping her legs around his waist, clinging on for dear life. He held her face in his hands and they started talking over each other, "I knew you weren't dead and they wouldn't listen. I told them I would know. I knew you would be back. There's been no one."

"They wouldn't let me call you. I wanted to call you so bad. They wouldn't let me. I tried to send you a message through an aide so you would know. I didn't want to hurt you, I didn't have a choice, and I'm so sorry Baby…" She gushed. He shook his head blocking out her words.

"It doesn't matter," he said and he began kissing every inch of her face as tears streamed down her cheeks once more. If Bobby had looked like he was trying to reassure himself that she was real, Les looked like he'd found a priceless treasure that he needed to memorize in case someone tried to take it away again. You could tell that the minute they saw each other that everyone else in the room had ceased to exist. You'd have had to have a heart of stone not to be moved by their reunion. He stared into her eyes, "God I've missed you." He said and finally their lips met and he carried her out of the conference room without another word. Ranger picked up his cell phone and called the control room.

"Santos is offline for the next 48 hours," he told them he disconnected and looked at Joe, "Thanks for calling the FBI in. We owe you one."

"What is it with your gene pool?" Joe asked without malice, "I'm a nice guy, not hard to look at, I have a good job too, but somehow it seems that the women I am attracted to seem to fall helplessly in love with you guys. Is there some kind of pheromone? I mean if there is you should bottle it..." he broke off chuckling. "I'll get Mooch to help bring her car around; I hope the pink doesn't burn out your cameras. Tell her I'll pick her up in a couple of days." He stood up and walked out of the room.

Once he was gone, Ranger, Bobby and Tank relaxed. Joe was a good guy but he didn't have clearance and they couldn't talk freely. I didn't have clearance either but I had the benefit of being married to Ranger and I was an employee of sorts to the company.

"That mission was fucked from the beginning," Tank said. "There was nobody at the extraction point because they wouldn't send anyone. They said it was too late, so there was no point in risking lives to retrieve a black ops operative who knew the risks going in. They were willing to take the terrorists word for it. Because hey, you know, they never lie. The only reason we went into the compound was because Ranger and Santos threatened the CO with bodily harm if we didn't go back for her." That might have been the most words that I have ever heard come out of Tank in one go.

"I heard the chatter," Bobby said, "I'll spare Steph the details but they were very graphic when they described the death of a petite blonde. We assumed that it was Tink; in hindsight I really hope that it wasn't the daughter."

"If anyone. Maybe they just wanted us to think she was dead so we would call off the search so they could be the ones to find her," Tank said, "I always wondered how we got that Intel for the next op. Looks like the Pixie did her job. As usual."

"Do you think that they wanted her death faked, that it was the point of the mission and she knew that going in?" I asked. Ranger shook his head no. He motioned for me to sit on his lap. I noticed that Ranger wanted contact with me whenever he needed to think through something that was troubling him. I think I helped centre him. Either that or he was moved by Lester and Meagan's reunion and thinking about what they had gone through. It must have been awful. I couldn't even imagine. Either way I obliged. He held me extra hard for a second and I knew it was the latter.

"I think someone wanted her dead," Bobby said gravely. Then he shook his head and chuckled softly, "Mossad? Like she needed to be more scary. I bet that wasn't the General's idea; I bet $20 she volunteered."

"She took out Hal and Cal in about 30 seconds," I said enthusiastically "It was very cool. Cal might have a broken nose." It wasn't so much that she broke his nose that was awesome; it was that he's got at least a foot and a hundred fifty pounds on her and she tossed him like he was dirty laundry.
Ranger pulled up the feed from the bonds office parking lot on the big screen.

Bobby watched and started laughing. "Damn do you think it's possible she's quicker? I'd love to see her sparring with you again."

"I think she's busy sparring with Santos at the moment. Might want to give her a couple of days." Ranger deadpanned and I elbowed him. He smiled.
"I know that you are Batman and a superhero and all that but could you have taken her down?" I asked.

"Sure," Ranger said.

"How?"

"Taser," all three of them said at the same time.

RSRSRSRSRSRSRSRS

"So is Meagan her real name?" I asked Ranger later while we were eating dinner on seven. He grinned.

"Babe." he teased but then he said, "Yes it is."

"She's Tink the fighting fairy." I giggled.

"Actually she's only Tink to my men. She's The Pixie to almost everyone else. She's lethal in hand to hand because she had to be. She has a giant target painted on her because she looks vulnerable. She had to learn to kick ass. But that's not what her specialty is. I guess you would classify her as PSYOPS but that's pretty broad."

"She good at it?"

"The best. Do you think it was an accident that Eddie was with Joe when you met her in the restaurant?"

"She couldn't have known that I was going to Pino's that day," I said, "I didn't even know I was going until I pulled into the lot.

"You are a creature of habit Babe; you go there for a sub every Thursday."

"Why would she put herself in my way? To find you?"

"If she was trying to find me she would have shown up in the lobby downstairs. She has practically unlimited resources. The only reason she thought Lester and Bobby were in Miami is because that's where their addresses are listed, and she had to keep her distance from them. No, she wanted to meet you because she's working with Joe on a task force. She needed his head in the game and not depressed about an ex. Eddie is a mutual friend, he worked as a buffer and you were able to have a pleasant lunch. Morelli was perfectly relaxed in this room. Have you ever seen him recover from a blow to his ego so quickly? For that matter, have you ever seen him relaxed around me period? Thank Tink for that."

"Huh," I sat for a few minutes, "So Lester and Tink huh?"

"Yup."

"For a guy who professes that he knew the love of his life was alive he certainly was a player," I joked. Ranger shook his head.

"He shoots his mouth off, says a lot of inappropriate things and gets indecent on the dance floor but he never brings anyone home. Don't take this the wrong way but that's one of the reasons why he flirts so much with you, Babe. You are safe, because he knows you won't get invested. With you he gets to look like he's a player but he doesn't have to fight you off or hurt your feelings at the end of the night."

"You're joking," I couldn't imagine Santos celibate for three hours let alone three years. Yet what Ranger was saying made sense because now that I thought about it I realized he was always one of the first ones back from the clubs. Still this was Testosterone central. I'd been around after some of their more exciting takedowns and all of them looked for the nearest warm bed and willing body to lose themselves in. I can't imagine any of them waiting three years.

"Babe, I waited that long for you."

"Well we did have a couple of moments and we at least got to see each other."

Ranger grinned, "We'll always have the alley."

RSRSRSRSRSRSRS

"I tried to send you a message. Did you get it?" Meagan asked. She was wearing a Rangeman t-shirt and was sitting cross legged on Santos' stomach looking very much like Tinker bell. He had always loved it; how tiny she was compared to him but she could hold her own against anyone. Feminine, lethal, and sometimes terrifying, yet the most loving person he had ever met.

"Your bracelet," he said, "I remember putting it on your wrist before you left on that mission." He held up his arm and pulled off a leather cuff that he had worn for three years. He pulled out stitching on the inside of the cuff and exposed a charm bracelet stitched into a recess in the leather. He would have just worn the bracelet and none of the guys would have ribbed him over it, but it was too small for him. He'd had it sewn on the inside of the band instead so he could wear it always. "It was in your personal effects."

He fastened her bracelet around her wrist. The charms were ones he had bought after each mission they had been on together. Each one a different bell. Not in deference to her name but because she moved silently and had scared a CO, (one they referred to as General Asswipe behind his back) half to death one day.

He had seriously ordered her to wear a bell when she wasn't in the field. She'd shown up with Ranger, who moved just as noiselessly, but the CO, who didn't know that she could fuck him up just as badly as Ranger could, chose to mask his embarrassment by yelling at the one he believed the lesser threat. She'd let the comment roll off her back, used to being underestimated, Lester hadn't. He couldn't wait for her to make a fool out of him.

Ranger's orders were to choose a member of his team to go in with him. Asswipe assumed it would be Tank or Lester thinking the tiny little slip of a woman was decorative. He understood that keeping a woman handy was important for physical release after a rough mission. He admired Ranger's foresight in having someone on hand for his men. In short he thought she was nothing more than an adventurous whore. Given how she looked he assumed an expensive one.

When the mission was completed and the entire terrorist cell had been taken out without a single shot fired, Tank and Lester went to wait with the General for the helo bringing Ranger and Tink back. The General saw the boys and assumed Ranger had opted to solo the mission. When the helicopter landed and Ranger hopped out and turned to catch Tink as she followed him of the chopper the General had been surprised. When, during the debriefing it turned out that her body count was as high as Ranger's and the Secretary of Defence had asked her about the intel she'd gathered and not Ranger he'd been embarrassed and angry. Lester had chosen the end of that briefing to give her the bracelet. The SecDef heard about the order for the bell and he'd been amused.

She wore it for luck after that; usually under a black wrist band so she didn't have to worry about it making a sound or giving off a reflection. Now though she shook her wrist listening to a pleasant tinkling sound. She didn't think she would have wanted to have worn it without him there, it's why she had chosen it to be her message to him.

"I hoped that you would know it was from me. I had an aide slip it into the box. I just couldn't disappear without a trace and not tell you that I was alive. I needed you to know I was alive."

"So where did they send you? How did you end up working with the Cop?" Lester flipped her onto her back and smiled as he listened to her adventures. She didn't edit top secret stuff with him, she knew he had the security clearance and would keep it to himself. She had followed his career so she knew what he had been up to professionally. So he told her about his personal life. Her's was virtually nonexistent. He told her about working for Ranger and about their family. How his Abuela Rosa refused to let them talk about Meagan in the past tense, saying that if her grandson said she was alive, then she was. How she wouldn't let his family set him up on dates because it was just a matter of time before Meagan was back. That poor Ranger had been pressured at every family meal as the only single male until he had produced Stephanie. She laughed. It wasn't until their caresses started to become heated again and he peeled off the t-shirt that he discovered her scars.

She was straddling him when his hand skated over the damaged skin of her lower back. He stilled and gently lifted her off of him and guided her onto her stomach. He reached for the side table and turned on the lamp. He stayed silent, his expression not blank but still unreadable. Meagan forced her breathing to remain even as she waited for him to react. He traced the large jagged scar up her back like he was following a road on a map. He then traced each of the smaller scars. Counting them. There were 17 in all. Some more vicious looking than the others.
"Cool scars," he said evenly, "IED?" She nodded, not trusting her voice, as his was carefully neutral, "Is this why deserts got old for you?" She nodded, "Were you alone?" Another nod, "How close was it?"

"Too close." she whispered. He placed healing kisses on each one of the scars, following the order he'd used to count them.

He ran his fingers lightly down her spine trailing kisses behind. He caressed her hip and rolled her onto her back. His lips lightly touched hers, "I'm just happy you made it home." The first time they'd made love it had been hasty and explosive, two lovers reunited after too long apart. They had barely been aware that they had made it to Lester's studio apartment on four. They were too caught up in one another. It was how he hadn't noticed the scars. This time was a memorization. Her body had changed in three years, she was thinner than she had been, she had new scars and he had to learn it all over again as he welcomed her home. He knew she was keeping something from him but it didn't matter at that moment. He needed her to remember how much he loved her and this was how he was going to show her. She needed to know that he didn't care about the scars that marred her once perfect skin, she needed to know he wasn't angry with her for faking her death or for the years of pain. He was still hers if she'd have him.

"I thought you were in Miami." She said afterwards. He was lying on his stomach and she was gently tracing the scar below his shoulder where he had been shot. A horrible reminder of how very nearly she had lost him. She kissed his scar thankful its presence meant he was still alive, "The last time I checked, that's where you were. My plan was to finish my last two weeks under contract and then drive down there so I could show up on your doorstep. I knew Ranger was here, I'd seen Tank but I had no idea that you and Bobby were here."

"Well Gorgeous we were, and if we weren't, Ranger would have had us on a plane here the minute he saw you."

"I'm so sorry," She cuddled next to him on her side and caressed his face, "I've picked up the phone to call you every day. Every day I hung it back up again. The consequences were too high if I did. I helped where I could though. I made sure the right people were on the Scrog case. On a couple of your sniper missions I was the one who provided the intel. I stepped in twice when that asshole tried to send Ranger on suicide missions that were actual suicide missions and convinced the joint chiefs that my plan was better."

"You were in Afghanistan last fall weren't you?" He asked and she grinned, "I knew that was you! That op had you written all over it. In fact I was so sure you were involved I bought you a bell." he found the one in question, on her wrist and kissed it, "Then I thought I saw you in the street market."

"You did. I took a risk because I needed to touch you and I needed to smell you. You were so close I couldn't resist. I got in so much shit for it too."

"You got that close?" He was horrified that he had missed that opportunity to touch her in return. Then he laughed,"I caught a glimpse of blonde hair, saw your walk and thought, 'There's no way that's Meagan.' And you got close enough to touch me? Where?"

"Abs and ass. You have a perfect ass. I kissed your shoulder too. Right here." She kissed the shoulder in question.

"Jesus don't tell Ranger. I'd get my perfect ass handed to me for letting someone get that close without me noticing." He brushed her hair off her face and stared at her laughing mouth.

"Just tell him that I was the one that planted the co-ordinates, ones he wasn't supposed to have by the way, on him last May and you'll be fine. I put them in his back pocket while he was in the airport. His ass isn't bad either." They laughed and made love again and then they talked some more. Her cover was blown and it wasn't her fault but unless she played her cards right there was every chance they would send her back to DC or god knows where until her contract was out. The two of them weren't going to waste precious time with sleeping.

When he told her about Ranger and Stephanie she laughed some more. "You know why it took them so long to get together don't you?"

He shook his head.

"It's your fault. You're chickens. All of you. He just needed someone to smack him upside the head and tell him to get his head out of his ass. Where were your brother and Hector?"

"Hiding. Ranger is a dick when he isn't getting laid regularly."

"Wimps," she teased then groaned and buried her head in the pillow, "Why did I stay away for so long again? If I'd just said fuck it and... Nevermind... All I'm saying is that I'm responsible for a lot of heart ache and..." He kissed her to put a stop to her self flagellation.

"I know you had a damn good reason," he said gently and then he smiled the smile that usually preceded him acting like an ass, "I mean I wouldn't have complained if you had shown up a little earlier. I was the one really suffering. At least they were all getting laid. I was busy pretending to be a player so everyone would stop telling me to move on, meanwhile I was going home alone every night, and getting carpul tunnel. I'll have you know that for someone like me years without action can be fatal and to survive, I had to amass this giant porn collection." she smacked him playfully on his bare chest, he trapped her hand. "We are going to have to talk about who set you up, but not today; today I have other ideas." He kissed her like he meant it and she had a pretty good idea what his plans were.