Disclaimer: I do not own Charlie's Angels or the characters except Ella and other people you haven't seen in the show. This story is for entertainment/enjoyment purposes only, as usual.

Spoiler alert: Set after my other stories "Angel in Fear", "Lost Angel", "Back for More", "Angelic Instincts", "Italiano Angeli" and "An Angel's Prayer". I do look back a lot, and it's less confusing if you've read past stories ^^

Summary: This begins a few hours after "Let Our Angel Live", the last episode in the series. For those who haven't seen it, I can tell you that Kelly gets shot, and Bosley beats the crap out of the shooter. Kris and Julie arrives, and they all hurry up to the hospital where they're told Kelly have a 50/50 chance of surviving. Kris, Julie and Bosley wait at the hospital and reminisce about past cases. (And I just love the fact that Kris/Cheryl Ladd is the one talking about Terror On Ward One. But I guess Jill told her about that, right? :D) Anyway, Kelly pulls through (duh! :D) and in the last scene, they're all by her bed.

I hope you'll like it :) Let me know!
Semper Fi, Agnes!

Chapter 1.

Kris, Julie and Bosley are sitting by Kelly's bed in the hospital room. It had been about two hours since Kelly had woken up for a brief moment, before falling back asleep. Kris looked at her watch, and sat up straight.

"Oh God. I have to pick up Ella!"

"Oh, Ella." Bosley and Julie said, realizing the same thing Kris just did.

"I'll go and pick her up." Kris said, rising to her feet.

"You'll take her here?"

"Not tonight. I don't want her to see Kelly like this. I'll bring her here tomorrow after school. I'm at my place if anything happens." Kris said, glancing from Bosley and Julie towards the sleeping angel.

"We'll call if anything changes."

"Thanks."

Kris smiled and left the room. She took a cab to her place and went to get her car, then drove to Kelly's place and got some of Ella's things, and the kid-chair from Kelly's car. She then headed towards Ella's school. Ella was sitting together with her teacher Mrs Clark in a couch, reading a book when Kris walked in.

"Aunt Kris!" Ella exclaimed happily, jumping into her arms.

"Hey sweetie, I'm sorry you had to wait. Why don't you pack up your things? I'm just going to talk to your teacher for a minute, okay?"

Ella nodded and ran to get her things.

"Something wrong?" Mrs Clark asked.

Kris faced her and nodded.

"Yeah. Kelly's been shot, the bullet grazed the side of her head. They had to take her into surgery and there were some complications, but she'll pull through."

"Oh my. She'll be all right?"

"She'll spend some time in the hospital, but she should be all right."

"Thank God. You'll be taking care of Ella?"

"Yes. I'm sorry for not coming here sooner, I… I totally forgot her." Kris said, embarrassed to admit it.

"It's okay. You give Ms Garrett my best, okay?"

"I will."

"Kriiis! Are you coming?"

Kris turned around and smiled towards Ella.

"Yes, I'm coming." Kris smiled, and she followed Ella to her car. Ella climbed up into her seat which Kris had put in the backseat.

"Where is mommy?" Ella asked just as she sat down.

Kris looked at Ella, wondering how to tell this to a seven year old.

"Ella. I don't want you to be upset, but you're going to have to stay with me for a while. Mommy's okay, don't worry, but you can't be with her right now."

"What happened to mommy?" Ella said, tears welling up.

"She hurt her head. The doctor wants her to lie down for a few days, so you'll be staying with me, okay?"

Ella nodded slowly, and Kris brushed away her tears.

"Don't cry. Mommy's okay."

"Can we go see her?"

"Not tonight, mommy needs to sleep. But we can go there tomorrow, okay?"

Ella nodded and she gave Kris a smile.

"Are we going to the beach house?"

"Yes. Let's buckle up!"

Ella smiled and Kris helped her put on her belt, before jumping into the driver's seat. As they got to the beach house, Ella took a seat in front of the television, watching the kid show, as Kris made some dinner. She was not in a mood to cook, but she knew Ella needed some real food and not just some take-outs, and she did not want Ella to suspect something was bothering Kris' mind.

But Kris couldn't get the picture of Kelly on the stretcher out of her mind, it was impossible. The paramedic's voice, telling her "don't touch, head wounded" kept repeating itself in her mind, just as Dr Jackson's voice, telling them Kelly had a 50-50 chance. Kris felt tears escape from her eyes, but she quickly brushed them away. Damn it. Kelly had woken up, she had talked to them, and there was no brain damage. She was going to be fine. Dr Jackson said so himself. She was going to be perfectly fine. Just a few days in the hospital, then mental rehabilitation. Kelly had been shot before, before Kris was in the agency*, but they had talked about it. Jill had called Kris crying that night, not knowing how she was, wanting her to wake up and talk to them. Kris didn't even know Kelly by then, she had just met her a few times, on some parties and their graduation. But now, Kris realized how Jill had been feeling. Kris suddenly realized she hadn't called Jill. Or Sabrina or Tiffany for that matter, they were clueless of what a ride this day had been. Kris wanted to call all three of them, letting them know, but in the same time, she knew she was not going to be able to do it. She knew that. Bosley or Charlie would have to do it.

The sound of water boiling out of the saucepan onto the stove made Kris jump back to life and she quickly moved the pan over, removing the lid and turning down the heat. She poured pasta into the boiling water and then put it back on the wormer part of the stove. She sighed, and sat down in the chair by the table. She looked at the phone, wondering if she would be able to call Jill, talk to Jill, without breaking down. She knew she wouldn't, and she decided to wait until Ella was asleep, not wanting her to see her cry.

A few hours later, Kris tucked in Ella for the night, and then left the room. Ella moved around for a while before getting comfortable, and Kris stopped in the door, looking at the girl for a minute. Seeing Ella, Kris immediately saw Kelly in front of her eyes, and memories from earlier that day came to her mind, sitting in the office with Julie.


"What time was Bosley supposed to take over after Kelly?" Julie asked.

Kris looked at the watch.

"About now."

"They'll call when they've switched, right?"

"Yes, that's what we've decided." Kris said, putting her head towards the desk. These stake-outs are so boring. They are so long. Kris jumped in her seat as the phone called and she clicked on the speaker.

"Yes?"

"Hello…" A man's voice came. "Is this the Townsend Agency?"

"Yes." Kris answered. "Can we help you?"

"I've got this number from a man, eh, it says John Bosley on the card he gave me. He asked me to call you and tell you that… eh, a brunette has been shot."

Kris eyes got wide and her jaw dropped as she looked at Julie.

"Thank you sir, we'll get down there immediately. Thank you for calling."

Kris clicked off the phone before he had a chance of answering, and seconds later Kris and Julie was in the car.

Kris brushed away the tears from her cheek and walked into her own bedroom, sitting down on the bed. It had not been the best of days. Far from it. She put her head in her hands. What would she have done if she'd lost Kelly? What would have happened? She doesn't even want to guess or think of that. Kris then suddenly realized that she was supposed to leave for Virginia within less than three weeks. Kris stared right ahead, into the wall. How would she be able to leave California? She was born here, and she was a true Californian by heart. She would not be able to leave, especially not now when Kelly had been hurt. She had to stay here and help her out, no matter for how long that would take. She had to think this over. She needed to talk to someone, and she knew exactly who to call. It only took a minute before she heard her sister's voice in the other end of the phone.

"Hallo?" She yawned, Kris realized it was probably quite early in the morning in France.

"Hi. It's me." Kris said in a strained voice, trying to keeping herself from crying.

"What's wrong?" Jill immediately asked. She could read Kris' voice as well as if they were standing right in front of each other.

"Kelly's been shot."

"What?!"

"She's alright. Well. I guess. The doctor said she'll pull through. They had to take her into surgery and there were some complications and…" Kris couldn't finish talking. Emotions were welling out of her, and she put her hand towards her face as she began crying, letting all the fear out.

"Kris, honey, you're scaring me. Is Kelly alright?"

"Mhm." Kris mumbled through the tears. "Jill, I was so scared! The alarm went off and I thought I'd lost her and…"

"Kris. Kris." Jill repeated, trying to get the attention of her sister back, but Kris was just mumbling to herself.

"Kristine Emily Munroe, listen."

Kris stopped talking when her full name was being used, which were very uncommon.

"I'm sorry Jill. I'm just scared."

"Tell me everything. What happened? How is she?"

"We were hired to find this guy, Danworth, he stole a whole lot of money from his employer and we've been staking him out and evidently he showed off just as Bosley and Kelly was going to switch shifts, and they confronted him, which ended up with him shooting Kelly point blank with a gun he'd held hidden under a jacket or something." Kris explained in one breath, not knowing if she'd be able to continue if she'd stopped.

"Okay. Then what?"

Kris took a deep breath before continuing. "Julie and I went to the scene, I followed Kelly in the ambulance…"

"Where was she hit?"

"Side… of the head."

Jill was silent in the phone; Kris could hear her take deep breaths.

"Charlie called in a specialist and he wanted to consult with the surgical team before taking her into surgery, and the doctor said that Kelly had a 50-50 chance Jill. 50-50. She could have died Jill."

"But she didn't, and that's the important thing. She didn't."

"I know."

"Where are you now?"

"Beachhouse. I… I had to pick up Ella."

"Oh God, Ella… How's she taking it?"

"Well, I haven't told her all the details, no need for her to know it."

"Good. Did you get to see Kelly before you left?"

"Yeah, she woke up for a few minutes before dozing off again."

"Did she seam alright? Or, well, you know what I mean. There's no… damage?"

"No, the doctors have done several CT-scans and they all look promising. She was talking about Charlie, she'd heard him, but she had not been able to see him."

"What else is new?" Jill said, and Kris made an effort to smile.

"Oh Jill, I'm sorry. I… I just…"

"Honey, I know. Don't worry, I'm sure Kelly will be fine. You know what, I have a race this afternoon that I can't miss, then I'm on the first plane over there, okay?"

Kris nodded in reply, then realizing Jill could not see her.

"Okay."

"Good. Try to get some sleep Krissy. I'll see you soon."

"Okay. I love you."

"Love you too."

Kris hung up the phone, and stared into the wall. She sat on the bed, hands trembling in her lap, eyes focusing on nothing, as tears kept falling, which they had been doing the entire day. She had never ever been so scared in her life, her heart ached as the pictures of Kelly in the ambulance swept by her eyes again. She closed her eyes for a second, and nearly jumped out of her skin when she heard the voice of a little girl.

"Aunt Kris?"

"Hi, honey, why are you awake?" Kris said, looking over at Ella who was in the door, hugging her ragdoll Holly.

"I woke up and…"

Kris noticed tears streaming down the little ones cheeks, and Kris instantly pulled her closer.

"What's the matter honey?"

"I miss mum."

Kris pulled Ella up into her lap, hugging her close. "Ssch, sweetie, don't worry. We'll go and meet her tomorrow."

"You promise?"

"I promise."

Ella smiled and brushed her tears away.

"Why are you crying?" Ella then asked, looking up at Kris, who immediately brushed her tears away.

"Nothing."

"You promise mommy's okay?"

"I promise. Really. Now, come on, let's get you back into bed, you have school in the morning."

Ella nodded, and followed Kris into the guestroom, climbing down into the bed. Kris tucked her in and kissed her forehead.

"Sleep tight honey."

"Good night Aunt Kris." Ella whispered just as Kris left the room.

"Good night Ella." Kris said, leaving the room again, moving back into her bedroom, and this time she even managed to climb down into the bed and after lying awake thinking for awhile, she fell asleep.

* To Kill an Angel