There is nothing scarier than seeing a soul being swallowed up by the gates of hell. But that was the job. He was a power, a special kind of angel that dealt with birth and death. He specialized in the cross over from life to the great beyond. His named Zadakiel , and he was an archangel. I stress was.
He was reassigned after I noticed some missing names. People who should be up here were still down there. In a different reality one that only an angel or a being of a higher plane can visit. Alive , but not living stuck in time and space. Zadakiel's job was simple to find the souls and send them were they need to go; to bring back the natural order of life, but to do that he had to find the one that ended their lives he had to take them down. If he did that the soul would let go of all reality and could finally be put to rest.
He arrived on Earth March 9 2009. He landed across the street from a stone building. Without hesitating he went across the street. He didn't make his presence known not yet anyway; to every mortal on the street he didn't exist. He was a black spot on the edge of their vision, a thought on the back burner, a sensation of being watched.
The human brain always made up a way to explain the unexplainable, and that was what Zadakiel relied on as he past through several security checkpoints. He didn't have directions, all he had was his instinct and right now it was undoubtedly pointing him in the direction of her. She was sitting at her desk doing paperwork. Staring blindly at the stack of papers in front of her. He smelled the loss on her, It was radiating from everything around her. Her necklace, her watch, even the elephants sitting on her desk were filled with it.
At this point, he didn't even know her name but he was determined to find out. It was an overwhelming since of emergency that he find out everything about her.
He close the distance between them and placed his hands on her shoulders. He pulled her into another reality. It was just them two, surrounded by complete darkness. Nothing left from the physical world except her and her desk, complete with the stack of papers and all. In here he had the advantage.
He could see her spirit and could garner all the information he needed. He took a step back and took his hands off her shoulders and for the first time he got a true sense of her tragedy. It was someone she loved. The kind of love reserved for mother and daughter.
It was her mother, Johanna. Someone took her, far too soon. She was doing some good , helping people, before she died. That part of her lives through her daughter Katherine;Katherine Beckett homicide detective for the NYPD. He could feel the same drive and initiative emanating from deep inside of her, all of it laced with sorrow.