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WHEN IT RAINS
Illiandyanndra
Illiandyanndra@yahoo.com
Stephanie Plum
Pairings: Stephanie/Ranger & Merry Men(Core Team)
Rating: Eventually NC-17
Spoilers: Anything & everything up through Sizzling Sixteen is fair game…I can never remember what book what stuff happens in.
Disclaimer: Not mine Stephanie and her world belong to Janet Evanovich, which if you are reading the fanfiction…you probably already knew.
^^Thoughts^^
^Spoken Aloud Thoughts^
“Speech”
AN: I have made an Executive Decision. No longer will I force you to read long sections of poorly translated Spanish…from now on if it is spoken by Hector, it will be italicized, and you can automatically assume that it is in Spanish. Google Translate will greatly thank me for this decision, since now they can go back to helping high schoolers pass their foreign language classes (Why was there no Google Translate when I was in High School)… Anyway thanks so much to all the Reviewers, esp. Margaret Fowler. I’ll try to get a workable schedule for updates; I’m very sorry for the interruption in the Postings of my other Fics…this one WOULD NOT leave me alone.

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CHAPTER 6
“Ahh, is Morelli upset because there are seven men getting what you will never get again?” I said testily. “Oh or maybe it’s because before your equipment seemed oh so big…but that was compared to Dickie so…but now I know what AWE inspiring is.”
“OH please…everyone knows steroids shrink dicks…that guy Tank must be shrunk to a nub.” Morelli returned.
“Well then thank God he got shrunk, cause I could BARELY handle what he has now. I mean if eleven-twelve inches that’s thicker around than my wrist is what he shrunk down to….well hell what he came naturally equipped with would kill a girl.” The smile on my face should have told him exactly how satisfied I was with what my men carried in their trousers.

BACK AT RANGEMAN
Tank PoV
I love our girl, but why the hell does she have to be so damn stubborn. She refused, flat out refused any accompaniment back to her apartment. Of course we let her. I mean we love her independence. Not one of us wants to be anything like that Dickhead Morelli. But I cannot shake the feeling that something is wrong in Stephanie-land. As soon as I was showered and dressed I headed to the control room. “Pull up Little Girl’s trackers.” Vince did as I asked. And they all showed her present and accounted for at her apartment. Still something was bugging the shit out of me.
Hector’s voice kicked in beside me. “Do we still have a tracker on Detective Morelli’s personal vehicle?” when Vince pulled it up Hector started to curse fluently. He and I headed to the door. We took the stairs two at a time and as one headed for a truck.

Back At Bombshell’s
Stephanie’s PoV
“So it’s like that now. You just gonna turn into a whore and sleep with anyone with a big dick?” Morelli growled. “You used to be worth something as a girl even if you were worthless as a bounty hunter. But now you are nothing but a slut. A stupid cunt, just like the rest. Maybe I should get me one last taste… you look like you’ve been rode hard and put away wet…they won’t be able to notice one more load in your stretched out snatch.” He said coming towards me.
“Actually Joe. They would. Cause if you manage to get your boys anywhere near me again, I will rip them off. I’m not going to be docile at all. If you want it, it will be rape, and you are gonna have to rape my cold dead corpse. Besides I’m not like Joyce or Terri. I’m still nice and tight. Even now that I am theirs, and they are mine, my number of partners is still in the single digits. Last I heard Joyce’s tally was over a hundred and Terri’s more than half way there herself.” I said distracting him a bit. I slid a hand into my pocket and pressed the panic button Ranger had slipped in there when I refused accompaniment. “Poor Joe…have you ever been with a woman…other than me of course, who hasn’t been with every last male member of your family? Cause I know for a fact that Helen Bargalowski dated Mooch back in his ‘pass the pussy’ phase.”
“Shut up, you bitch.” He snarled. He tried to close the distance between us, but I kept moving putting furniture between us. “Terri, Helen and Joyce at least know their places. They suck cock, and take it up the ass. They know how to give a man whatever he wants.”
“So do I. My Men at least. The men I can trust to care about me as a person and not just a means of getting their rocks off. Even balls to the wall sex feels like making love with them. Every touch communicates their feelings for me. The love you claim to feel while you yell and belittle and berate me, they show in their every action and touch and lick and bite and suck. You know what? I just swallowed a few loads not an hour ago. I love the feel of Lester or Tank or Bobby on my tongue. They stroke my hair as I blow them; they don’t grab and pull like my ears are fucking handlebars, unless I want them too. Best of all they repay the fucking favor. They believe that going downtown is a pleasure, not a damn chore.” I yelled back.
“Why the hell should I eat you? You are mine. That’s something you do to get a girl. I’ve already got you.” He said truly confused.
“Bullshit. Ranger has me, Tank has me, Lester has me, Cal has me, Bobby has me, Hal has me, Hector has me; you, you had me but you lost me. You lost me the second you decided that you were worth more than I was. You lost me the second that you decided to try to force me to become my mother. You lost me the second you decided that if you didn’t like what I had to say you would arrest me and make me say something different. You lost me the second you started to fuck that Snooki’s ugly twin looking bitch Helen. By the way I hope that you used your own condoms. She was planning to pull your own holes in the latex trick on you.” I laughed dead in his face. And maybe I pushed him a smidge too far. He hauled off and hit me.
“Hitting girls now are we Joe…Bitch move Joe, bitch move.” I said as I hit him back. Punches were exchanged and just as Joe was getting the upper hand my door got kicked open.
Tank PoV
One look at our Little Girl’s pained, yet relieved face, and I can honestly say I have never been as angry as I was in that exact moment. “Hector, call Ranger. I want him and the men here in the next 4 minutes…or there won’t be any left for them.” I said as I crossed the room in three strides. Before Hector could get his phone out, I had Morelli pressed against the wall, one hand wrapped around his throat, his feet more than six inches off the floor. “This stupid mutherfucker was not only dumb enough to let Stephanie get away…he was stupid enough to put his hand on her because she decided to become ours.” I snarled back towards Hector.
“The rest of Estefania’s men are already on the way. She pressed her panic button a few minutes ago.” Hector told me. He sounded a bit proud that our little girl was taking her safety seriously. He moved over to her and carefully took her into his arms.
I turned my attention back to the asshole hanging from my fist. “She is ours now Detective Morelli. I hear you used to be a real man, Morelli, a Navy man, now me; I was Army…a Ranger. But I work with plenty of SEALS, in fact one of my fellow Stephanie’s Men was a SEAL…so you should know that real men take care of their own. You laid a hand, in anger, on Our Girl. So what do you think we should do to you?”
“You should let me go. Before I run in for assaulting a police officer.” Morelli said his voice filled with bravado.
“No. Joe. You don’t get to come here in your personal vehicle, come here off the clock, and then try to play cop. It doesn’t work like that. You are here not as a police officer, you are here as a jealous ex-boyfriend who didn’t know what he had until it was gone.” I said with a smirk. “And I’m here as a current boyfriend who isn’t going to let you get away with the bullshit assed way you’ve been treating the woman I love.”
“I got there First. Mine were the first fingers she felt in her cooch when she was six. Mine was the first dick she fucked when she was sixteen. Women never forget their first.” Morelli said. Man he was never gonna let that go.
Little Girl was not buying it. “Oh please, after last night your pathetic performances will now only be remembered as the star in my hall of shame. Even Dickie was better than that first time. I’m still not sure how I let you talk your way back into my bed after I cleared your name. You are the worst kind of lover, a selfish one. You only care about me orgasming to pump up your ego. You only pay attention to obvious erogenous zones, and for a boy who loved to play choo-choo you sure have a hard time using your fingers now. I had more orgasms when my JLS weren’t even trying than I have the last six times we had sex combined.” She taunted. “And considering that we only officially broke up yesterday afternoon, why had it been 73 days since I had a social orgasm…oh yeah ‘cause you had Nurse Bitch and who knows how many others on the side. And you have the nerve to call me a whore.”
“We aren’t over until I say we are over Cupcake. So you can all your dogs off.” He said…I’d say bravely, but really this is rapidly approaching stupidity.
“You are over Morelli. She is ours now. The men you see here now we are hers and she is ours. You need to wrap your head around that before you do something even stupider. You have lost her completely; you no longer can even claim her friendship thanks to your actions here today. If you want to keep your career, you will leave the entire Plum family alone. As I understand it Frank Plum wants to shoot you, and he has banned his wife from having any contact with you. Chief Hawser is very ready to take your shield and bust you back down so far you’ll be calling Eddie and Costanza sir.” Ranger said from the door. He entered followed but the rest of Stephanie’s men. “And I can honestly say that should she say the word, good cop you may be, but I will ruin you so completely you won’t be able to get a job as a crosswalk attendant anywhere in the continuous forty eight.”
Looking around, I wondered if Morelli saw his death in my brothers’ eyes as surely as I did. All seven of us wanted him dead in the worst way. Unfortunately, on the clock or not, killing a cop is a bitch load of paperwork.

Stephanie’s PoV
Looking at the men who really love me, I can see their yearning for Morelli’s blood. but I have a better idea. I’m gonna give him some rope; we’ll see what he does with it. “Tank let the putz go. He’s going to leave here with the understanding that should he ever stick his nose back into my business, I will press charges for the assault. Understanding that I’m going today and having a restraining order sworn against him. He is going to leave here today with the key to his house, and he will leave the key to this apartment in Hal’s very capable hand. He will no longer call me or contact me in any conceivable way. He will no longer show up at my crime scenes unless it is in an official capacity, and since I doubt any of the desk sergeants or dispatchers would assign him a case involving me after what happened yesterday, I shouldn’t have to see him at all. ” I said as I worked Joe’s house key off my key ring, carefully holding one arm tight to my battered ribs.
Tank released Joe, Reluctantly. And I threw the key at the prick’s head. “Hey Joe,” I called as he was working my key off his ring. “Not one of my men has a cock under 9 inches…what’s yours again? Six? Seven? Yeah you’re a big man compared to Dickie. And since that’s all I used to be able to compare you to, you came out ahead. That’s why you tried to claim me before you left for the navy, cause you knew if I found out what real men carry in their pants, you’d never stand a chance. That’s the real reason you hate Ranger so much right…penis envy.” Ok so maybe I was being a bitch, but my ribs hurt like you wouldn’t believe. I’m sure they are at least badly bruised if not broken. Morelli fought like a domestic abuser, not one hit to my face, all of them to my ribs and stomach.
The second he was out of the door, I turned to my guys. “”Can I move my stuff into Haywood? I don’t want to have to come back here. He gave up the key…but I don’t trust him. I’ll call Grandma and see if she wants to take over the lease on the place. Hector, will you be able to set her up with something to keep her safe.”
“Of Course, Bombshell.” Cal said easily.
“No Problema, Little Bomber Girl.” Hector assured me.
“Good, could a few of you pack me up while Bobby takes me to have my ribs checked out?” I whimpered. I was in a world of hurt and coming unglued quickly.
Ranger took over quickly then. He set Lester and Hal to packing up my things, told them to call Ella to come and bring boxes. Tank swung me gently into his arms as he, Ranger and Bobby took me to St. Francis.

While we waited, Ranger put in a call to his realtor. I listened as he laid out our needs and wants. He asked that she have some properties available for viewing as soon as possible. An hour and a half later I left there with wrapped ribs, the physician’s report stating my ribs were heavily bruised and two had hairline fractures, and an admonition to engage in only nominal physical activity for two weeks. Oh Joy. Leaving the hospital, Tank and Bobby escorted me directly to the courthouse. Two hours later I left there with a restraining order. More determined than ever that nothing was going to crash my happy again this afternoon, I headed for my mother. I needed to get ahead of the Burg gossip if I want even a hope of not being disowned.
She and Grandma Mazur were on the porch waiting for us when we pulled up. Sometimes I’m positive that someone up the street must call and warn them I’m approaching. Ranger and Tank helped me to get into the house without jostling my Ribs too much. One thing I’ve learned over the years, even bruised ribs hate stairs.
“What’s wrong Stephanie? Why do you have so much protection? And why did Frank get down his gun and start cleaning it obsessively?” My mother asked as the guys helped me sit gingerly on the sofa.
I shared a look with Ranger, and knew immediately I was on my own with this one. The guys had decided amongst themselves that I would make all the decisions as to who I told what. Great in theory…sucky in practice. “Mom, these guys aren’t here as my protection. But as to what’s wrong…I’ve got bruised ribs and a couple have hairline fractures.” I begin.
“You should quit that foolish dangerous job.” She huffed. “Or at least for the love of GOD get some training. Those three, I’m sure they could train you to not get hurt so often.” She wasn’t even close to finished. “I wish you would just marry Joe and leave all this foolishness behind.”
^Yeah cause marrying the ass that broke my ribs is such a great way to live a danger-free life.^ I said before I could stop the thought. The world stopped.
My mother was motionless for quite a few minutes. “Is he dead?” she asked when she finally broke the silence.
“No.” I said unsure of why she was asking that question.
“I see.” She said quietly. She stood up and left the room, it wasn’t long before I heard her voice yelling into the phone. “No you listen to me Angela Cantelo Morelli…my daughter is too good for that bullying ass of a son of yours. I listened to you even over my own cousin, when Eddie said he was trying to get her pregnant whether she wanted to be or not…you managed to convince me it was the only way to keep her safe, but really he’s just a controlling ass. I just want to know where the hell he is. Yes I have a gun. That cannon my father left to my mother. Yes I’m going to shoot him. Oh yes I can kill him. I’m not going to be killing a cop, I’m gonna be killing the no good, two timing, lecherous bastard that hit my daughter. I don’t care if she does embarrass him, tell him to grow the hell up…she is my child and if you think I give a rat’s patoot about anything else. Ask that rat’s ass of a son of yours how many cases he’s solved in the last few years without mining her for information. I have ears all over this town, even Chief Hawser said that Stephanie has the highest capture rate he’s ever seen for a lone wolf bounty hunter. I let you talk me into trying to get them together because he was her first…and because you were so worried that he’d end up with the AIDS if he didn’t settle down, but that boy you raised broke two of her ribs. I’m gonna let the entire ‘burg know that he’s not to be trusted. Keep him away from my girl, Angie or I will make sure you won’t even have a body to bury.”
I looked over at Grandma to find her smiling proudly. “Now that’s my girl. I’ve been wondering where she was.”
I started to giggle, then laugh…then groan as my ribs protested. I leaned against Tank, and he carefully wrapped his arm around me. Of course my Grandmother’s eagle eyes noticed. “I’ll be hot damned. You and the big mandingo boy. Shoot Baby Granddaughter; is his package as big as the rest of him?”
My mother chose this moment to reenter the room. “What are you talking about Mother? Obviously she’s with the Ranger fellow,” she said gesturing towards Ranger. “They’ve been dancing around each other for years.”
“I know love when I see it Helen. That big black fellow there is handling our Stephanie like she’s made of spun glass.” Grandma began. She stopped and took a good hard look at the four of us, Ranger and Bobby, Tank and I. Ranger had the manly BatBlush going, Bobby’s caramel cheeks were looking a bit rosy and even Tank was clearly flushed. I’m sure that my face was red as it’s ever been. “How many you greedy child?” she asked laughing.
“Seven.” I said honestly. I have no desire to hide this from anyone. Not even my mother. I know she probably won’t understand…but she loves me, right?
“Did you leave me ANY eye candy?” Grandma said with a pout.
“I’ve got twenty seven other men you can ogle, Mrs. Mazur.” Ranger told her with a killer smile.
“You mean that you are involved with SEVEN men, Stephanie?” my mother almost screeched. “My God…just like Aunt Jess…you’re one of those nymphos.”
“Wait who is Aunt Jess? You mean we actually have a real live nymphomaniac in the family?” ^^Is it wrong that I find that kind of cool?^^
“Jessica Mazur was your Grandfather Harry’s baby sister. She ran away from the family as soon as she got out of high school. Back then we just called her kind fast, but your Aunt Jess….she had a kind heart, and she loved the company of men. She ended up hooking up with a commune out west. She used to send us cards at Christmas just so Harry wouldn’t worry. After the free love era was over she was diagnosed as a nympho by some crack pot doctor out there. But I don’t think she really was after all it’s not like your grandfather was good for more than once a day.” Grandma explained. “She was killed in the riots out there in the late seventies, she came home and met Val but she was killed before you came along. Just the wrong place at the wrong time.”
“Still Seven men Stephanie, what will the neighbors say?” Mom whined…ok my normal mom was back. “No one else has a daughter who comes home with seven boyfriends.”
“Look Mom…in my life I’ve only every dated 2 guys, right. Most 31 year olds have dated at least twenty to twenty five men…so I’ve still been with less than that right?” I said trying to brighten the outlook for her.
Of course, Bobby and Lester share a soul so since Lester wasn’t here to make the inappropriate comment, Bobby just couldn’t help himself. “So you’ve got Grandma Edna on one side and an honest to goodness nympho on the other…plus your dad’s family is Italian?” he asked. When I nodded he smiled as big as I’ve ever seen him smile and joked, “I’m not sure seven of us will be enough.”
To only add to my total abject humiliation at this point my daddy came home. My mother launched into explaining that I had not one, not two but seven men I was involved with. However I doubt she got the reaction she was hoping for.
My dad turned to me and gave me the strangest look I’d ever seen on his face. Before he could say anything, I tried to turn his attention elsewhere. “I’m giving Grandma my apartment, Daddy.”
“Good…crazy old bat will have her own bathroom and can get the hell out of mine.” He grumbled. “But stop trying to change the subject. You have seven boyfriends. Fine that’s all well and good they can provide for you and if it’s the right seven all but two are Army…I can forgive that one Navy boy cause he was a SEAL. You won’t even have to move back here, and I won’t have to worry about having to kill that damn Morelli kid. I just want one thing from you Stephanie. I want a grandson. I don’t care if he is black, white, brown or purple, but I want a boy. I love Mary Alice and Angie and Lisa, and however many girls your sister gives us…but I want a little boy I can take fishing. I’m 62 years old and I want a grandson.”
“Mr. Plum, your daughter doesn’t really want to have a baby.” Ranger said calmly.
“I checked into you long time ago Fox…” he said with a raised eyebrow, “I know you have more money than God. I know my Pumpkin is scared of having a baby and becoming her mother. So she can have a surrogate, and then a nanny. I want a grandson. I want a grandchild by a man I can respect.” He said stubbornly. “I’ve been patient. I didn’t say shit when she was wasting her time on that Morelli ass. I knew eventually she would get her head out of her ass and dump him, and if by some miracle she hadn’t I was giving her until the end of the year before I sat her down and explained to her that I’d have to kill that boy before I’d let her throw her life away marrying him.”
“Umm sir, how did you…” Ranger said quietly. Oh Lord please don’t let him have to send my daddy to a third world country.
“Son, if you take the moniker Fox of any sort, the Night Fox always checks up on you. I’ve known who you were since the first time you came to dinner.” Daddy said with a smile.
“Holy Shit!” my three men breathed as one before swiftly apologizing. “You’re Night Fox.” Ranger began.
“You’re a legend, sir.” Bobby said with a sigh.
“Best Ranger of the Vietnam war.” Tank said worshipfully.
“No wonder Babe’s spidey sense is so damn good. Is it true you sensed every ambush and trap you even encountered?” Ranger asked. He sounded for all the world like a little boy asking for bed time stories from Superman.
I looked at my mother and grandmother. They helped me to stand up and head into the kitchen to talk about my and my grandmother’s imminent moves. I called Hal and let him know that they were all invited to stop by my dad was telling stories about his days in the Rangers. Lester offered to bring dinner, an offer my mother surprisingly accepted.
“Ok, I’ve got to ask. I assumed I’d be cut off from desserts for the rest of my life and have to sneak around to see dad and Grandma. Why are you being so good about this?” I finally asked my mother.
“Stephanie, I knew from around the time you turned three you were going to be different. I caught you in your crib, in what I thought was a seizure. Your pediatrician said you that you had managed to well you know to completion. He checked you over and made sure that you had never been molested. Which of course you hadn’t.” She assured me quickly. “But it only got more pronounced when you ran across Joe Morelli the first time. I think I knew then that you were going to be like Aunt Jess. And you’ve seen your grandmother. For years you were so repressed, and you’ve never been like that Barnhardt child…so I assumed that I was wrong. But if you are like Aunt Jess, I’m glad you’ve found a safe way to, to, well deal with you little problem.”
“So you are ok with this because you always worried that I’d turn into Joyce.” I summarized for clarification.
“Yes.” She said honestly.
“And you aren’t going to freak out if we don’t hide this relationship.” I said just to make sure.
“I will try very hard not to freak out.” She answered honestly. “So, are you sure you can’t officially marry one and just keep the rest?”
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