Hikaru: Hello again. Took me a little longer than I had hoped, but I wrote the first chapter of the 'between the songs' or in other words, my Diesel/Stephanie story. I do not own the fiery Trenton bounty hunter, or any of her friends. However, I wish I owned Rex.

-Joe Morelli's POV-

I had just gotten off of a particularly tiring day of work, and was currently contemplating whether or not to go get some food, when my car phone rang. I gave it the fish eye, before picking it up. "What?" I asked harshly.

"Yow. What's the matter with you?" The voice carried over the line, and I had to smile a little.

"Sorry Steph. Just tired. What's up? You didn't find another body part did you? Or your car didn't blow up, did it?" I bombarded her with the questions, always a little afraid of what might happen next with that girl. She seemed so prone to disaster, I had to wonder how she was still alive.

I heard her huff over the line, before she responded, mild venom in her tone. "Yeah, right. Sure. I only ever call you for that reason."

"So this is a bouty call then?" I asked, a smirk growing on my face. I chuckled as I imagined the expression on her face as I waited for the sputtering to cease.

"...no, it's not. And the fact that you think that is..." She paused, and I started to grow nervous in the silence. "Actually... I have something I have to tell you...and you're not going to like it."

"You didn't blow something up did you?" I asked her seriously.

"NO! I didn't blow anything up. I er...fellinlovewithDieselandwearegoingoutI'msosorry." She said in one breath.

Confusion filled me as I tried to figure out what she had said. "Could you repeat that? I didn't catch about half of it."

"I... I'm in love with Diesel, and we're going out. I'm...I'm really sorry..." Silence. For what seemed like an eternity, neither of us said anything. Finally, I heard her voice again. "Morelli?" The worry and sadness in her voice only made it harder to bear.

"Yeah, I'm here. Congratulations are in order I suppose. I'd say more, but I actually have to go and do some more work. Talk to you later." I thought I heard her saying something else, but I had already disconnected the call. I heaved a sigh as I leaned back in the seat, staring at the ceiling of my car.

I closed my eyes, letting another breath out slowly. "Women..." I muttered as one lone tear slipped from my eye.

Hikaru: sob Poor Morelli. Well...sort of. I like him, but I like Diesel more.