From the May 18, 2023 writer's prompt on the JE FF Facebook page. Write a one-shot using the words "asking for a friend". No longer a one-shot. Not by a long shot.

All familiar characters belong to Janet. I am not making any money from this. Mistakes are mine.

Spoilers for canon.

Asking for a Friend by Debra8652

Diesel's Chapter

Diesel here. Just Diesel. I'm the youngest kid in a large family. I guess my parents ran out of names. I'm 90 per cent human. 50 per cent. 30 per cent, tops. I track down people with special abilities who've gone rogue - then I take away their skills. One guy's skill was giving people a rash. Another guy could see through walls, a handy skill in some circumstances, but not when you use it to look through bedroom walls.

My latest assignment lands me in the Garden State of New Jersey again, specifically Gunnison Beach. I'll need the help of my favorite Jersey girl BEA to bring this guy in. Will Sweet Thing help me? Pffft. She's as driven to get the bad guys off the streets as my organization and her Rangeman colleagues. She even has experience with this situation when she and Lula brought in an FTA at a beach. A nude beach. Did I mention that Gunnison Beach is a nude, gay beach? Steph can go undercover as a towel girl or a drink server. Will Ranger and Tank let her do it? Let's just say that I have tremendous powers of persuasion to get them to see my way. They'll even think it was their idea.

The takedown is scheduled for 2:00 tomorrow afternoon, when my rogue guy (case #12793 - I can't tell you his special ability or I'd have to, you know .. ) has been showing up if the weather is good. It's an hour and a half drive from Trenton. Things are in place for Steph to pose as a "hostess" - someone who provides towels and drinks for beach guests. Maybe she'll even rub sunscreen on me. She will wear the uniform of hot pink crop top, tiny white shorts, flip flops and a sun visor. Are Ranger and Lester part of the convoy going to the beach? What do you think? Ram will be on the roof of the clubhouse with a rifle and tranquilizer darts. Along with Ranger and Lester, Vince and Cal are in another SUV for backup. Are they all dressed in black? You bet. Glad they are in SUVs and out of the line of sight of beach visitors as they would definitely stand out. They are watching us with high-powered binoculars. Steph is wearing a headset so her guys can talk to her. It looks normal for the job she is pretending to do as management would need to talk to their employees. She is only hearing Rangeman voices, though.

I get a free pass to use the beach since we had to bring management on board with needing Steph to go undercover to help with the capture. I go to the locker room, undress, and come out wearing flip flops, the required fob around my wrist that lets me charge whatever I want to drink or tip the hostess, and nothing else. I can feel the eyes of the Rangemen boring into me. Hey, it's a dirty job but only I can do it. They have no authority to apprehend this guy. Ram will tranquilize the guy if the public is endangered.

After 45 minutes I spot the guy I'm after. At the very least he makes eye contact with me - hey, my eyes are up here - and gives a slight nod. We both head toward chaise lounge chairs and make ourselves comfortable. Here's where I need Steph to create a scene. Type casting, it's called.

I signal to her and ask her to bring us both towels and gin and tonics and put it on my tab. She has the towels draped over her left arm and the drinks in each hand when she returns. She knows to serve my rogue guy first and do anything she needs to in order to render him incapacitated. She won't disappoint.

She executed a perfect stumble over the sand and dumped both gin and tonics on the formerly erect cock of case #12793. He tried to jump out of the lounge chair but, after tossing the empty cups to the side, Steph wrapped the towels around his head. I flipped over his lounge chair and pinned him to the sand. Steph cuffed him behind his back with a pair of metal handcuffs. We hadn't even attracted much attention. We grabbed him by the arms and took him behind the clubhouse where I handed him off to my Marshall to mete out punishment.

So, how do I get rid of sand between my toes, my navel, my ears and my hair, and where the hell did Steph conceal a pair of handcuffs in that tiny outfit? Asking for a friend.

A/N Thanks for your reviews. Redickave wanted a Diesel chapter. I used the Internet to search for clothing-optional beaches in New Jersey. Apologies for any errors or embellishments.