Disclaimer: I do not own Charlie's Angels or the characters except Ella and the bad guys. This story is for entertainment/enjoyment purposes only, as usual.

Spoiler alert: Set after my other stories "Angel in Fear", "Lost Angel" and "Back for More".

Note: I got this idea after me and some friends went to see the movie "Hangover", but it has nothing to do with the movie. Hope you'll like it, and let me know if you do :)

And you'll know I love teasers/cliffies. And that's why I'm posting this right before I'll be away for a few days, hihi.

- Agnes.


Angelic Instincts

Trust yourself. You know more than you think you do.

- Benjamin Spock, Baby and Child Care, 1977

Prologue.

Kris' head was throbbing when she woke up. She blinked hard a few times, trying to get her eyes to adjust to the light. She put her hand to her head, and was just about to rub her eyes and forehead when she noticed blood on the hands. She took down the hand, and stared at it. Her glance moved over to her other hand, realizing it had blood on it too. A lot of it.

She looked down at her body. The dress she had on had been white last night. Now it had red blood spatter all over it. She felt her hands trembling, and she quickly felt through her body. No wounds. The blood was not hers. She tried to remember what had happened last night, but she couldn't. The last thing she remembered was being at a nightclub close to the beach, sitting by the bar.

`I've must have been drugged…´ She thought as she looked around in the room. A bedroom. Nothing unusual about it. It had a big bed, a drawer and a couch. `Pretty boring, and definitely decorated by a man´ Kris thought to herself. Kris was on the bed, and the blue sheets was bloody where she'd been laying. She got up on her feet, swaying a moment before she got stabile. She felt dizzy and nauseas. Like a really, really, really bad hangover.

She walked to the door and peaked out. Everything was still and quiet. She walked out, into a living room. It was nicely decorated. White couches, a big television set and a table with fresh fruits on it. She continued walking, a panted when she got into the kitchen. There was a man sitting on a chair in the kitchen. He was only wearing a pair of boxers, and he had a bullet hole in his forehead. Kris felt like she was going to get sick. `Oh jeez. I killed someone…´

She looked around in the room. She noticed her purse on the floor, and her gun was laying besides it. She grabbed the gun, put it in her purse and headed towards the door. She headed out on the street, trying to figure out where she was. She recognized the street. She had been here before. It was daylight outside, but it was probably still very early in the morning. Walking down the road, it didn't take long before she realized she was just a block away from Kelly's house. Tears begun streaming down her face, and without even realizing it, she began to run. She didn't stop until she was at Kelly's house. She was happy to see the mustang parked outside the house. Kris walked up to the door, and grabbed the handle. It was locked. Kris dug in her purse and found her keychain, and she fumbled with the keys before she found Kelly's, and she opened the door. She closed the door behind her, and slid down against it, exhaling. `I'm safe here.´