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."