I own nothing

Personally, Stephanie's life couldn't be going better. She'd finally connected with the person who she was rapidly coming to see as the love of her life, all around badass, Ranger Manoso. She had moved from a senior residence to a high security building. More and more she woke up to Ranger pausing before he got out of bed for his run to spend time with her. Stephanie wasn't sure why Ranger needed to run. In her opinion, they got plenty of exercise. She and Ranger hadn't talked about moving in together and making it official but they practically lived together now so, why not?

Professionally, Stephanie's thought as she chased the aptly named Stinky Baggio down an alley on Stark Street, she needed a change. A few months before she'd been kidnapped and left helpless. If it hadn't been for Ranger, she'd be in little pieces in the stomachs of varied Atlantic Ocean Sharks. She had relied, in that moment, on imagining what Ranger would do but maybe now she needed a little more practical knowledge about what Ranger would do.

Bounty Hunting was good, it suited her schedule and though everyone gave her a hard time, she knew a number of the skips and could bring them in fairly easily. There were those though, she thought, as Stinky ducked into a doorway. She quickly turned the corner, hit the door face first and fell back on her bottom. She sat for a long moment rubbing her forehead. The door opened.

"That all you got?" Stinky asked. "You're no fun."

"This may be fun for you but its not working out so well for me. You ready?" she asked.

Stephanie stood and pulled the cuffs from her waistband.

"Why not? Are you okay?" Stinky's look was one of pure concern. Stephanie would have been touched if she hadn't been feeling so listless.

"All good," she confirmed.

"Still with the big, bad, boyfriend because you know Raquel…" he began. Stephanie knew all about Raquel. Stinky's inability to leave her alone had landed him with the criminal court date he'd dodged.

"Thanks but I know all about Raquel," she said. Stephanie latched the cuffs around his wrists and turned him around trying to stay outside of the range of his fog of odor.

"You and everyone else. What's a guy got to do to get a date around here?" Stinky mused.

"Take a bath? Stop beating on women?" Stephanie suggested.

"That's the gold. It's my musk. It brings the ladies running," Stinky said, puffing out his chest.

They were running, Stephanie thought. Not the way he wanted them to run but they were running .

She led him out to Stark Street where she had parked the Bronco ten minutes before. All tires gone. Great. People used to take the rims but now they just took everything. She pulled out her phone to dial the station just as Ranger and Tank pulled up to the curb behind her SUV.

"Need some help, Babe?" Ranger asked, smiling broadly. More than you know, Stephanie thought as she loaded Stinky into Ranger's car and smiled slightly at the look that passed over Tank's face as Stinky's odor enveloped the car.