After a couple of requests to see what the Merry Men happened to see their little rendezvous I decided to post this chapter. It's just a short chapter. Hopefully you like it. Review please!

Cal's POV

Ranger's attitude worried the shit out of me as I watched him drag Bomber into the elevator and point to the SUV. Looking the in back I found Lester, curled up in a ball sucking his thumb.

"Ah fuck." I growled up, pulling out my phone and calling Tank.

"Go." Tank's baritone voice echoed.

"Tank, Ranger's fucking pissed. He is in the elevator with Bomber and I'm worried. She looked terrified as he dragged her in there." I turned to Les. "I'm headed up. Les is in the back of the SUV and looks fucked up."

"Shit." Tank growled out. I dashed up the stairs, phone still in hand. "I'm pulling it up now. Damnit, he scrambled it."

"Give me a sec, I can override it." I hung up my phone and shoved it into my pocket as I burst through the door to the fifth floor and without slowing pushed my way into Tank's office. He pushed back from his desk and gave me access to his computer. Clicking away to reboot the system, Tank and I waited for what seemed like an eternity. It was only going to show on Tank's monitor, just in case. "You don't think he would actually hurt you do you?"

"I don't think so, but.." Tank's voice cut off abruptly as the surveillance camera flickered back to life. "Holy shit."

"That is not what I was expecting to see." I chuckled, relief washing over me. I tilted my head and peered closer. "That's fucking hot."

Tank and I watched, completely in a daze as Ranger stripped Bomber of her shirt and bra. We had seen them have make out sessions, but this was a whole new level. Ranger had always been the embodiment of control. My cargoes seemed tighter than normal as they ravaged themselves in the elevator.

"We probably shouldn't be watching this." Tank stuttered out, eyes glued to the screen.

"Probably not." I muttered, biting my lip as he ripped off her jeans. A little happy that he didn't stop the live feed. As the elevator door opened on the screen, Tank and I were so wrapped up in the intense scene that we barely heard the shout from the floor.

"Jesus Fucking Christ!" Ram hollered his voice echoing off the sparse walls in the communication's room. Tank and I, realizing at the same moment that Ranger hadn't used his FOB, scrambled onto the floor. In our haste, we managed to reach his office door at the same time, causing us to trip over one another and land in a pile. Desk chairs scraped along the concrete flooring to see what was going on.

"Ram!" Tank shouted, untangling himself from me and stumbling towards the monitors. "Turn off the fucking monitor."

Ram couldn't. His eyes were transfixed, and his mouth hung open. His hands held a death grip on the controls causing his knuckles to whiten. As we sidled up to him, we could hear the sounds coming from his headphones. I could see why. Ranger, shirtless and his pants drooping slightly, was taking Bomber against the door of his apartment. The moans and sound of Bomber's body thumping against the door floating from Ram's headphones were like the song of a siren.

"I….I….I…." Ram mumbled over and over again as he Tank and I watched. Even after they had finished, an out of breath Ranger still holding an even more breathless Bomber against the door, we continued to stare. We had all heard what he had told her.

"It's about fucking time." Tank smiled, and shook his head. "Ram, send a copy of that to me and then delete the file. He finally told her he loved her, and while it's sick how we got to hear it; I'm not going to let him forget it."

Tank walked away as they stumbled into Ranger's apartment and closed the door. Ram ran a hand down his face and looked up at me, an expression of 'what the fuck' and 'holy shit that was hot' across his face.

"Sometimes I think this job needs hazard duty pay." He let out a heavy breath and shook his head. "The perks are fucking fantastic, but damn…I'm stuck with wood for the next hour."

I laughed and clapped him on the shoulder. "I'm sure you will be fine."

I waved Junior over to me and we headed down the stairs to fetch Lester out of the SUV.

"What the fuck was that?" Junior asked as we pushed through the garage door from the stairwell.

"Just Ranger finally pulling his head out of his ass." I grinned and began pulling Lester out of the back. "It was fucking beautiful."

"It's about damn time." Junior slammed the back of the SUV shut and re-positioned his grip on Lester's legs. He pushed the elevator button with his elbow and we waited for it to open up. As it opened, we stared. There, on the floor of the elevator, were Ranger and Bomber's discarded clothing, and her purse. "Wait…"

"Let's pitch Les out to Bobby." I laughed, gently kicking the clothing out of the way. "I'll pick this up."

"I miss all the good shit." He pouted, looking at the clothing longingly.

"Wha?" Les' eyes opened slightly. "Hey buddy!" He smiled looking up at me. "Where we goin'?"

"To Bobby."

"Hey..guess what?" Les slurred out, a huge grin on his face. "Beautiful and I are gonna have a baby."

I quirked an eyebrow at him. "A baby? Does Ranger know?"

"Oh yeah." His voice was muffled as he curled his chin into his chest. "Carlos was happy. 'Specilly when I toldz him we were namin' the baby after hims."

"That sounds great." Junior chuckled as we exited the elevator, tossing him on Bobby's gurney and walking out.

"What the fuck?" Bobby exclaimed as we headed back to the elevator. "You can't just drop him off like that. What the fuck is wrong with him?"

"No clue." I told him as I pressed the fifth floor button, picking up Bomber's bra. "But you might want to keep Ranger away."

"Beautiful n' I are havin' a babeeeee." Les sang. I laughed as Bobby's face drained of color.

I pulled the rest of the clothes up off the floor and slung the purse on my shoulder as the doors opened again at the 5th floor. Junior got out, and I pressed the button for the seventh floor. As the doors opened, a pair of shredding panties lay in the middle of the hallway. I picked them up and put them with the rest of the clothes, my shoulders shaking with laughter.

Taking a deep breath and calming myself I pressed my ear against Ranger's apartment door. Usually, this was not something that I would ever do. Considering he would probably murder me, or ship me off to a third world country, but the last thing I needed was to walk in on what I witnessed. After a moment, I heard the shower turn on. Sending a quick prayer that they were in the shower together, I slowly opened the door.

Immediately my ears were assaulted with Bomber's moans and the deep rumble of Ranger speaking in Spanish. Quickly, I put the stuff on the kitchen counter and high-tailed it out trying to make as little sound as possible. Finally in the safety of the hallway I took a deep breath and wiped my hand over my face. The elevator was still open, thankfully, and I rode it back to the fifth floor.

"It's about fucking time.." I chuckled a huge smile across my face. Cracking my knuckles, I strode out of the elevator and continued to my desk. "It's about fucking time…"

I hope that this added a good ending to the first chapter. As always...thanks for reading. :)