Chance Meetings- Chapter 1

You know how much I love my Merry Men, especially Bobby. So I figured he deserved his own story, , and a woman who could give him a run for his money( not Steph). Steph is a minor character in this one. Yes, I know, I am working on my other stories, but this one just popped into me head. Please let me know if you like it or not.

Bobby Brown was hurrying into the courthouse. He'd been subpoenaed as a witness for the prosecution against one of Rangeman's former skips. Since Bobby and Cal had been the ones to apprehend the skip, Ranger had sent Bobby to testify in court. Bobby was huge, but looked fairly clean cut and military. The overly tattooed Cal was, well, not really a reputable looking witness. Bobby was rushing up the stairs , when he stopped and did a double take. On the bench at the top of the stairs, a petite redhead was sitting, holding a cellphone to her ear in one hand and rummaging madly through her oversized expensive looking purse with the other. Her eyes wandered from her purse and met his as he climbed the stairs, and he was startled by the deep green of her eyes.

Bobby walked over to the courtroom door and just stood where he could observe her. She seemed to be giving someone directions on what to do over the phone. Perhaps she was a businesswoman? The ivory suit that she wore would support that theory. The suit was v cut and just low enough that it emphasized the top swell of her breasts. They were not huge but proportional to her size, and a tiny pendant rested in the valley between her breasts. The cut of the suit came in at the waist to emphasize her curves. The skirt had ridden a bit up her thighs as she sat and that and the four inch black and white pumps she wore made her legs look a mile long and curvaceous. Her green eyes were huge and her mauve lipsticked mouth was expressive.

A clerk came outside the courtroom. " The proceedings for courtroom A will be delayed about 30 minutes. " Damn. Bobby hated waiting. But now it gave him a chance to check out this redhead. She was still rummaging in her purse, pulling things out and putting them on the bench and speaking animatedly on the phone. She seemed totally unaware of her surroundings, and maybe a bit disorganized. In fact, she kind of reminded him a bit of Steph. She was totally oblivious to her surroundings, too. Sometimes that annoyed him, but on this woman it was endearing.

The woman didn't even seem to notice the huge man in black approaching her, she was so busy talking and rummaging. She finally found what she had apparently been looking for, a small calendar/datebook. She jotted down a few things with a tiny pencil. Bobby debated with himself as he approached her. She looked really classy, and she was so small. He was over six feet and generally he wasn't attracted to petite woman. He liked taller women, women who he didn't have to worry about crushing when he had sex with them. This one looked like a cream puff- a delicious cream puff. He was definitely attracted to her, he felt his pants getting tighter. But she looked, well, too career womanish for him, not really his type. And possibly high maintenance. Still, he couldn't take his eyes off of her.

Bobby sat down on the tiny corner of the bench that was remaining after she had nearly emptied the contents of her purse. He looked down at the comb, hairspray, wallet, bubble gum, crumpled up dollar bill, Kleenex, lipstick ( Heather Shimmer) , compact, 2 printer ink cartridges, a small bottle of MAALOX chewables, and a huge set of keys on a Harley Davidson keyring. Bobby smiled to himself. She couldn't be much of a cream puff if she was into Harleys. Bobby noticed that her nails were short and she wore a small emerald on her right ring finger, but nothing on her left. She continued talking for another full minute before she noticed someone was sitting at the end of the bench. She sheepishly gathered up all her stuff and threw it back haphazardly into her purse.

She finally seemed to notice that there was a man sitting next to her. She paused for a moment in her conversation, and Bobby noticed her gorgeous green eyes widen as her gaze went from his knees to his huge biceps straining against his shirt, to his face. She made brief eye contact , then looked away. " Um, I have to go now," she said to whoever she was speaking to on the phone. A brief look of wariness crossed her face as she noticed the gun and weapons belt he wore, and she scooted over on the bench to five him more room. True, everyone had to go through metal detectors to get in the courthouse, but Rangeman had almost the same status as cops around here. They had to declare their weapons, but were allowed to keep them.

The woman finished her call and flipped the phone shut as she glanced warily at Bobby. She obviously was concerned to see a huge, well built man in black with enough weapons for an army sitting next to her. She slid over some more and Bobby's eyes flew to her skirt, which runched up higher on her thighs with the movement, making his pants even tighter. She put her phone away and sat , looking at him with a sidelong gaze.

" Mind if I sit here?" , Bobby asked. " I am a witness in courtroom A and the trial seems to be running a bit behind." " Oh, no, go ahead, " She said, smiling nervously at him. There was an awkward silence during which she gave him several sidelong glances. Finally, she turned to him. " Are you, some kind of cop or something?", she asked, obviously concerned about the black outfit and weapons.

Bobby smiled what he thought was his most reassuring smile. " No, I work in security and as a bodyguard." She smiled briefly, " Oh, " when her head turned her hair shimmered and Bobby wanted to run his fingers through it. Shit. What the fuck was wrong with him? This wasn't the type of woman he was usually attracted to. He liked woman who weren't afraid to get their hands dirty. But he found himself inexplicably fascinated by this woman.

The door to courtroom B opened and a clerk called out that court session was resuming. The woman stood up and Bobby was mesmerized by her legs. They looked a mile long in those heels. She gathered up her huge purse. ' Well, I have to go. I am a defense witness in Courtroom B." She started to turn to walk away , but Bobby didn't want her to go so quickly until he at least knew her name and … "Well, I'm Bobby Brown. She smiled and extended her hand. Bobby took it and shook it. " I'm Cathy Jorgens. Have a nice day," she said, extricating her hand from his. Bobby's eyes were glued to her ass swaying as she walked briskly towards courtroom B. " Dammit," Bobby thought. She was intriguing and he hadn't even gotten her number.