For kensiblye - Christmas Eve Coffee

[judgmentdivine]

As he'd told her he would, Michael waited with immortal patience atop the building housing the Soup Kitchen on Christmas Eve. It was a good tradition, a noble one and he well understood the need for such kindness, particularly on such a night

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[kensiblye]

Christmas Eve. It had meant a lot to her when her father was alive, but after his murder and the lack of resolution regarding his case, she'd immersed herself in school, travel, a higher education, courses on everything under the sun - anything to get her mind of the pain.

Losing Jack after he returned to the States and then co-workers that she'd allowed behind her personal shielding hadn't improved any of the holidays, especially Christmas.

Kensi Blye somehow managed to keep some kernel of faith, because she refused to let it go. Her current partner, Marty Deeks, was creeping behind her shielding, becoming a friend, like the rest of the team. A surrogate family, even though it was a dysfunctional one.

We put the 'fun' back in dysfunctional...Someone like Michael, a person who could claim her attention and provide her with a surge in her faith, was even more confusing. It messed with her head, this whole 'angel of the Lord' thing, but it was impossible to refute. Aside from any of the actions he'd managed or the things he knew

[judgmentdivine]

Michael watched the event trickle down; people were heading off to their other pursuits. Closing his eyes, he reached out quietly and felt her familiar presence moving; seems she was about ready to venture forth into the wide world once again. He stoically refused to recognize the emotion that realization garnered

[kensiblye]

She thought she'd looked down that side of the street just a second before, but in the time it took for her to look the other way and back again, the tall, dark-haired man - angel in Human form - appeared, looking comfortable and casual and quite handsome.

Kensi tried not to think about that last part.

For starters, she didn't do relationships like that and the next point was how she didn't think angels did, either, and there was a third point, she was sure of it, but as she approached him, he was smiling and holding out his hand. The third point, if there had been one, slinked away.

"Hello, Michael," Kensi replied, accepting his offered hand and giving it a firm squeeze. "It's good to see you again, too." She knew she should probably let go of his hand, but there was something special about being touched by an angel, it seemed. There was warmth, joy, and an unmistakable undercurrent of power. Her smile widened. "Merry Christmas."

[judgmentdivine]

Michael returned her grip warmly, truly touched she so readily accepted his gesture. Unbeknownst to him, he too was unwilling to just yet relinquish the touch; it was a special occasion, after all.

"And to thee, dear Kensi," he replied in regards to her wish, beginning a cordial stroll down the sidewalk, unfazed by the last-minute shoppers darting here and there. He found himself wondering if she'd mention previous events at some point, but he wouldn't pry; he'd let her broach the subject herself. Ever duty-minded, God's Right Hand.

Loquacious he was typically not, but he did offer a few tidbits: "My brothers send their well wishes, also. Ithuriel especially hopes you'll visit again soon; I have little doubt he has restocked the lake with larger specimens than before." Although he loved his family dearly, some of their quirks were a bit...trying. Particularly Ithuriel's penchant for "extreme fishing".