Headsman's Axe
Ranger's PoV
Ranger leaned against his Cayenne as Steph escorted her FTA into Trenton PD. Morelli came out of the security door and walked belligerantly over, and ended standing with his arms on his hips.
"You are wasting your time, you know," Joe started. "I don't know what you want with her..."
"No, you don't," Ranger said amiably.
"She can't give you anything" Joe continued. Ranger raised an eyebrow.
"Such as?"
"She can't cook, can't clean worth a shit, rolls in garbage and drives shitbox cars."
"Well, I have a housekeeper that cooks and cleans. I have an excellent shower with plenty of hot water and Ella also does laundry. I have more than enough cars for both of us."
"And she can't have kids, she told me," Joe finished triumphantly.
"Yes, I already know" Ranger said calmly.
"What, she told you?"
"No, she has been on Rangeman's medical policy for the past year. The information is right on every form that gets filled out any time she has been in the ER for an injury. Name, address, insurance information, any medications and any previous medical procedures. I thought you were her boyfriend, I know you used to admit her to the ER before she started temping for us last year," Ranger replied with a hint of a smile at the edges of his mouth. "Why do you think I told her that she was a line item? That way I could keep her covered under our insurance."
Joe looked stunned.
"Besides, I already had a daughter. Six months after I signed the paperwork letting Rachel's husband adopt her I decided I didn't want to risk getting anybody else pregnant so I had a vasectomy. I don't care if Steph can't give me a kid. If I want another kid I can always adopt." Seeing Steph walking out with the body reciept, he opens the passenger side door for her.
"Morelli." Ranger slid behind the wheel and started his SUV.
"What did Joe want?" asked Steph.
"Passing the time of day, nothing important. Pino's?""
"Definitely!"