The Archangel and the Special Agent

[judgmentdivine]

Human locks meant very little to a being of grace. Thus it was Michael sat in a dim corner of Kensi'd bedroom, watching her as she slept. Far from a voyeur, Heaven's Prince simply had no desire to wake her until it was absolutely necessary. Dawn had already broken over the eastern horizon, but there was still time. Just enough, he surmised,

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[kensiblye]

The sun may have risen and Kensi may have been late for her usual routine: morning run, muffin and coffee from the bakery four blocks over, yoga. She hadn't set her alarm for the first time in three weeks. A day off from fighting terrorists and crime lords and drug dealers was rare. She was still on-call, but not officially on duty. It was a luxury she wanted to savor.

When she heard a male voice, she thought she was still dreaming. Resisting wakefulness, she murmured sleepily to his request. "Don't wanna... Need a massage..." Then she stretched a little and rolled over, hugging her pillow.

[judgmentdivine]

He couldn't help a grin. Yes, stubborn indeed. Nevertheless, time was of the essence and things were beginning to escalate. So, rather than set off a clap of thunder in the room, which he would have done had he not held as high a regard for as he did, Michael gingerly sat on the edge of her bed and gently shook her shoulder.

"Kensi, I need you to wake up. Come, we haven't much time."

[kensiblye]

The voice continued and no massage seemed pending. Then someone sat on her bed and she knew, without a doubt, that she hadn't brought anyone home the previous night, nor had she ordered a pizza or Chinese food and left the door unlocked. Thieves didn't usually speak softly to you or sit on your bed. And if he was here for other reasons -

These thoughts took maybe three seconds, if that, to flit through her head, and still a little dulled with sleep, Kensi rolled toward the man in a tackle. Never let it be said that she couldn't defend herself on short notice.

[judgmentdivine]

He was on his feet and a yard away in an instance, well out of her reach. Michael stood quietly as she flailed, really hoping she didn't think to reach for a weapon. Getting shot he could avoid, but the altercation itself was never pleasant.

Michael lifted his hands, palms out, in a gesture of placation. "Kensi! It's Michael, calm down. It's me, Kensi." He glanced out of the patio door, then back to the disheveled human. "There's trouble and we must move quickly."

[kensiblye]

Kensi managed to shake the rest of sleep, but despite being fit and fast, she missed the man completely. She flailed. A part of her hoped she flailed with some style. At least she didn't fall off her bed. That would have been embarrassing.

"Are angels prone to B and E when they're bored?" Her voice was muffled, as she was face down in the mattress. Lifting her head to squint at Michael. She sighed. "I haven't had my coffee yet..."

[judgmentdivine]

He didn't answer for a moment, pausing to glance outside again. When he did speak, his voice was weary, laden with ages-old sorrow, but nevertheless firm and succinct.

"My deepest apologies, my dear Kensi, but I let you sleep as long as I could." There wasn't really any way to beat around the bush; besides, she deserved the facts given straight.

"I know it won't make much sense right now, but believe me when I say you're in profound danger, Kensi. And those coming for you, you're not able to fight, not successfully. But there is a place, a safe place where nothing will breach, that I want to take you as soon as you're ready to go." His expression hardened.

"And believe me when I say time is of the essence."

[kensiblye]

A number of thoughts followed the last wave of thoughts, including but not exclusive to: There is an angel in my bedroom, and he's handsome, too, and very sweet, but it figures all he wants to do is leave. I'm going to need coffee soon. Do I even have any clean underwear? Why would I be in profound danger? What could possibly stand against an angel? And when did I become 'my dear Kensi'?

"Michael?" She swung her legs around so her feet touched the floor, not thinking about the tank top and bikini bottoms that were all that separated her from being naked. "You seem freaked out and that's freaking me out..."

[judgmentdivine]

Even if there hadn't been an impending crisis looming just over the horizon, Michael wouldn't have pried into her mind anyway. So he was blissfully unaware of her thoughts, more concerned with what was actively seeking her aura right this second. He was shielding both himself and her, but as the search intensified, he wasn't going to be able to suffuse his presence entirely.

Were he human, he'd have no doubt paused at least for an appraisal of delectable female flesh, but he wasn't, therefore he simply took her hands and met her eyes steadily. "It isn't my intent to alarm you, but we're running out of time. Lucifer is rising from hell and he's seeking those who've had contact with any of the Heavenly Host."

His fingers gripped hers a bit more tightly. "I need you to focus; get what you need for we must go."

[kensiblye]

It was just as well that he couldn't read anything she was thinking. The embarrassment she'd avoided by not falling off the bed would have been ten-fold. She had no idea he was multitasking on a level that involved shielding them from anything, let alone harm, let alone -

Her eyes widened. "Lucifer?" She would have considered the idea impossible a year and a bit ago, before she'd met Michael and experienced some of his angelic abilities and that presense he had... Now? She was on her feet, his fingers still firmly entangled with hers. "You're not kidding, are you? Where do we need to go? Why would they be bothered with me?"

i couldn't help it, lolol

[judgmentdivine]

He escorted her to her feet, then stepped back. "No, unfortunately, I'm not." He forced a sad smile. "Would to all of Creation that I was, Kensi. I will take you to the island of Iona, just off the west coast of Scotland. It's considered the holiest place on earth, and will be safe for those Morningstar hunts."

Michael paused, lowering his gaze with a sigh. "They will be hunting you because of your associating with me. This is a raid, to strike fast and hard, to remind those of us who remained with Him just what the price of mortality is." There were other reasons, of course, but he was in a tearing hurry and silently promised to sit her down and explain it all. Just...later.

Just as he started to speak again, the windows of her apartment suddenly went black. A hellish scream echoed outside, accompanied by the baying of what seemed to be thousands of snarling wolves. Michael immediately took hold of Kensi's arm and all but tossed her into the bathroom, kicking the door closed behind him. He picked her up at the waist

LMAO!

[kensiblye]

He started to explain, he really did, and she gave him credit for that. Some guys just expected you to follow their orders, though as an agent with NCIS, sometimes it's what you had to do.

Then the beautiful morning went away and a noise that sounds like the howls and tormented screams of wolves or the damned or both crashed over her. It was a sound she knew she would never forget. She'd known terror and this was it. Fortunately she wasn't prone to panic.

Next thing she knew, she was in her tub and the shower was on. It had all happened so fast. Kensi was quickly soaked and even though the water was vaguely warm, she shivered. The darkness, the sounds, the inhuman testament to the existence of Evil -

"Michael, wait! What's out there? I have a gun -"

it was just too good to pass up. >}

[judgmentdivine]

"A gun won't do much good," he negated with a shake of his head. Then the walls shivered as something large crashed against them and the genial expression slid from the archangel's face as quickly as if it'd never been there at all. Banked gold began to gleam in Michael's dark eyes; a distant roll of thunder boomed

I totally understand! :)

[kensiblye]

When Michael's eyes started to turn gold and the thunder roared, she had already decided to stay in the shower before he'd said anything. His words only confirmed that she was in way over her head and if she wanted it to stay attached to her shoulders, then now would be a good time to follow instructions.

It sounded horrific. Kensi tried putting her hands over her ears, but the shrieks penetrated everything, shaking her bones, shaking her soul. The silence was, if possible, even more ominous. At the sound of Michael's voice - Thank God, he's alive, thank God, thank you, God - she pushed back the shower curtain and stared at the towel he was offering. "You can come in, you know. I'm dressed." She stepped our of the tub and her feet made soft slapping sounds against the tile as she approached the door and accepted the towel.

Trying to be practical and focused, she asked, "Are you okay? Is... Is it dead?" She wrapped her hair, wringing it out, then quickly attempted to dry herself.

<3

[judgmentdivine]

"I am and they are," he answered, pushing the door open a bit farther. He'd give much to spare her the scene; no one wanted to see their residence in such a state; furniture tumbled everywhere, glass shattered over the floor and black ichor slung against the walls and splashed haphazardly across the expanse.

He then handed her a pair of sandals, advising, "Watch your feet." Leaving her to her ablutions, the archangel moved through the mess and took station at the jaggedly broken patio doors, keeping watch on the skies. He'd brought down the scouts, but just as did the Host, Morningstar's legions had ways of keeping tabs on each other and soon the enemy would come again.

Michael glanced over his shoulder. "Hurry, Kensi."

<3

[kensiblye]

Michael passed her a pair of sandals - one of her favorites and most comfortable, from Brazil - and she pulled them on without undoing the straps. Wrapping the towel around her waist, Kensi switched off the water and left the bathroom.

And tried not to wretch at the smells and sights that assaulted her. Her apartment, her home, resembled a set from some kind of horror movie. Though it made her feel nauseous, she stepped carefully but quickly through the remains of her belongings, looking like a straggler from a pool party. A backack that had avoided the destruction was grabbed and items she could find that she deemed important were shoved inside: iPhone, old address book, Sig Sauer and ammo clips, full toiletry bag. Her arm swept the items on top of her side table - jewelry, watch, ID, wallet, few photographs. Her small shoulder purse went in next, along with her brown, leather jacket which hand thankfully survived. A pair of running shoes. a handful of socks and underwear from her top drawer. Her jeans. She couldn't find her bra

[judgmentdivine]

Turning back from her perusal of the surrounding area, Michael smiled brief approval to her thoroughness. But in answer to her question, he shook his head and said, "No, they should be fine. To my knowledge, none of them have ever spoken with one of us directly."

He then held out one hand. "But come, we must go and go now."