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God's Biggest Mistake?

A man of about fifty stood at the top of the twenty story building and wished for the courage to jump. He'd been standing on the edge for a good twenty minutes but had yet to find the courage to even lean forward. Not much of a surprise though. He'd always been a coward. Hell, what he was trying to do was cowardly. But he couldn't go home. He couldn't face his wife or his kids. The best thing he could do, the only thing he could do was end it all here and now. He just needed to fall forward and then let gravity end it all for him. God but he was such a coward.

"Will you just hurry up and jump already? For God sakes. You've been standing there for over twenty minutes now, you stupid assehole."

Freezing the man carefully turned towards the voice, staring at the lone figure he hadn't even noticed approach. It was a woman from the voice, she was in the shadows and sounded tough but young. She was about average height and watching her walk towards him he couldn't shake the huge feeling of dread the sight of her caused him.

"I mean come on. Hurry up and get it over with so that I can leave." The woman continued, close enough that he could see her clearly. She had hair short as a boy, tussled from the faint breeze that also sent her ankle length leather jacket swirling around her legs.

She was dressed all in black and he wondered if maybe she was some demon come to drag him down to hell. Biting back a rather hysterical laugh brought on by fear and nerves he shook like a leaf. "Who are you? What do you want?"

"I'm the person who's stuck watching you be a big baby. And of all the ways to kill yourself you had to chose this one. Now I have to watch you splatter what little brains you have all over the concrete and whatever else you hit on the way down. Do you have any idea how nauseating and disgusting that is? I'm not going to be able to eat anything tonight which is going to blow because someone else is making the food tonight so it sure as hell will be better anything then I could make." The woman informed him, the fact that she was pissed off quite obvious.

"No one asked you to watch." Was his weak protest, instinctively shrinking under her verbal bashing. He'd never pretended to have a spine after all and she was starting to scare him more then the idea of falling. There was just something about her...

"Now that's where you're wrong, tubby. You see I have to be here because the angelic asseholes upstairs said I have to. You see they hate me up there so they always stick me with the pathetic, not worth saving types like you. Thanks to you I'm going to be late tonight and there's no way in hell he's going to believe I didn't do it on purpose." He was informed as the woman continued to move closer so that now there was only a meter or so between them. She had golden eyes, the man thought dimly. Like a cat's and he was the mouse. "So you see William Arthur Clancy...you'd better decide whether you want to jump or not because I'm getting really pissed off at you."

"How..how do you know my name?"

"Oh I know just about everything there is to know about you, Willie. I know that you're the only child of two parents who are currently in a retirement home and will be devastated for some reason over your death. I know you have a wife named Julie and two boys, all unaware that you're a mob toy and that you're going to kill yourself because you saw a man murdered. You don't have the balls to go to the police but your conscience is too much for you to bear so you figured to take the easy way out of your responsibility. You're a soft man with soft hands who told himself that being the accountant of a man with mob connections didn't make you a bad person. After all you were just keeping the books, right? Who cares if you knew where the money was coming from after all. So long as you kept getting your little bonuses." Cat informed him, bad temperedly crossing her arms in front of her as she glared at her latest little assignment. If she ever got the chance she was going to strangle Pete with his damn halo. Just see if she didn't. She'd laugh maniacally while she did it and that would be worth once again throwing her shot at heaven away.

"Did they...did they send you?" William choked, looking at her in acute terror, picturing a death far worse then falling off the damn building.

"Oh please, as if a small fry like you would be worth paying someone of my talent and skills to have you offed. If I was the boss I'd just pay some goon to run you over since you aren't even worth the price of a bullet from where I'm standing." Cat informed him with a sneer. "And to answer your question no, they still don't know that you saw anything. You run good when you need to, don't you? Too bad you didn't do more of it throughout your life, then you wouldn't make so big a mass to squash anyone that might be walking below when you finally jump."

"Then...if they didn't hire you...what do you mean...angelic?" William whispered, remembering that now that he knew she apparently wasn't here to kill him. "Just who are you..really?"

"Who am I? I'm a messenger of God." Cat informed him as she was suddenly surrounded by light, a byproduct from her wings becoming visible to mortal eyes. They were a soft gray mostly with some white ones here and there. Her wings also had black tips on the ends to symbolize her soul. The better she did as a messenger of God the more her wings were supposed to go white. Needless to say Cat was proud of her black tips and wanted to keep them. Bathed in pure golden light you'd think she'd look more angelic but really, she just looked like a bad ass with wings standing in front of a spot light.

Gasping in fear William took a couple steps back which unfortunately had him falling backwards, his arms wind milling rapidly as he gave a decidedly girlie scream as he went over the edge, his hands latching onto the edge in a death grip. Fingers digging painfully into brick he looked up to see the woman with wings looking down at him with some interest. "Help me!" He gasped, too scared to reach up to her. He didn't care what she was so long as she helped him.

"Help you by stomping on your fingers to make you let go or help get you onto solid ground again? Because if it's the first as much as I'd like to I can't. I'm already numero uno on Saint Petie's hit list." Cat informed him regretfully. "Sorry."

"HELP ME UP!"

"Oh...well that I have to do." Cat said with a sigh and leaning forward encircled his wrists with her fingers. With superhuman strength she literally lifted him up and around, dumping him onto the floor where she watched him sniffle and whimper like a little baby as he curled up into a ball. "Oh hell, have some dignity for Christ sakes. I've met children with more guts then you."

"God's sent you here to punish me." The man sobbed, sounding rather like she'd kicked him in the crotch which was what she was tempted to do, if only to give him a good reason to be crying. It was just sad seeing a grown man act like this. Heero would have shot the man by now.

"If he sent me here to punish you don't you think I'd have helped you along your way to hell?" Cat pointed out dryly, envisioning wrapping her arms around that fat throat and shaking until what little brain activity there was ceased.

"You're the angel of death?" He asked, down to just whimpering as he sat up, brushing his tears away with his hands like a child. That would make sense, especially with the dark clothing. She was certainly scarier then the Grim Reaper.

"Do I look like an angel to you?" Cat demanded, her tone of voice indicating she'd just been insulted in her opinion. "I'm not an angel, I'm a messenger. BIG difference."

"There is?" He asked in confusion.

"Yeah, there is. Angels are immortal beings who go around doing things for people because they want everyone to be as maniacally happy as they are. Messengers are just people who've been given a second chance on earth to do some good before they croak again." Cat corrected, having been asked this question so many times she'd just wanted to pull out a gun and do some mass destruction. "I get assignments from above to help worms like you make the right decisions in life before you f#k your life up anymore than you already have."

"So..so jumping really is the right thing to do for everyone?" William asked, getting shakily to his feet as he tried to absorb what she'd said. It was all completely unbelievable but those wings were pretty hard to ignore. That and he was afraid of what she'd do to him of he called her a liar or questioned anything she said.

"No, but it's what you're going to do." Cat said very matter of fact, as though that was the only possible outcome. "What you should do is go to the police and tell them everything you saw and heard while you were in that building. You should turn over your accounting books so that they'll have the proof needed to put these people in jail. In other words you should do the right thing. But we both know you don't have what it takes to be a man even once in your life."

"But if I do that they'll come after my family." William protested weakly, trying to justify what he intended to do. "This is the only way."

"Oh please, you're just using that as an excuse. You can lie to everyone else but don't insult me by thinking I'm that stupid. Your wife and kids have nothing to do with this. You're just hiding behind them to excuse the fact that you can't be the kind of man they think you are. You want to jump because you can't face yourself, much less them. If you did agree to testify and turn your information over the police would help you and your family get away to somewhere where you'll be safe from these men. But you aren't willing to take that risk, even so that that innocent man killed got some justice in this world as well as the next. It doesn't matter to you at all that he was just some innocent kid at the wrong place at the wrong time. That he had parents, siblings, friends. People who are combing the streets for him as we stand here, wondering what happened to him. People who will never know unless someone steps forward to tell them that he died an honorable death, trying to do the right thing by helping that girl your boss's thugs were roughing up. She's dead too you know. They had their fun with her then they threw her out with the kid, like they were both garbage. The way someone like you deserves to be thrown out. He would have gone straight to the police. He wouldn't have run away from doing the right thing. And you know, it could have been Bobby or Andy in that garbage bag." Cat informed him, watching him go pale at the names of his sons. "Their mother raised them right. They would have tried to do the right thing too."

"Oh God. Oh God help me." He moaned, doubling over with his face in his hands.

"Well duh, what the hell do you think I'm here for?" Cat reminded him, clearly exasperated with his stupidity. "What part of I'm a messenger from God don't you get?"

"But...but you want me to die."

"No, I want you to do the right thing. Problem is I don't think you can." Cat told him, walking over to yank him to his feet. "Now if you want to do the right thing I'll take you to the police station and I will help you at least spill your guts about what you know. The question is what do you want? Do you want your sons to know you sacrificed everything to do the right thing or do you want them to know their dad was nothing but a spineless loser who jumped off a building to become road kill rather then speak up. The choice is of course yours. It might help you to know just what awaits you on the other side if you don't change your tune." She added, a rather sadistic smile crossing her face as she spent the next five minutes telling him just what hell had in store for him. After two minutes he was begging her to take him to the nearest police station.

When Lieutenant Cat Rorake walked into the police department everyone came on alert. For the last two years she'd been a routine visitor, often dragging with her someone who looked like they'd spent days being tortured in multiple and inhumane ways. They were usually terrified of Cat and eager to testify about something they knew about or had done. They were always eager to get away from her too which led to the question of why they were with her in the first place. They never said a word against her but it was pretty much agreed amongst the staff that Cat's "victims" were just too scared of the woman to speak even a syllable against her. Of all the cops in the precient Cat only dealt with Lieutenant Roger Michaels, another cause for speculation since Cat would never talk to anyone else and had been known to make her victims wait hours until the cop got back from where ever he was. At first there had been speculation of a romantic relationship until Cat had shoved her left hand under the nose of one gossiping detective to reveal a wedding band on her ring finger. Then she'd told the poor guy that if she heard him gossiping about her again she'd remove his hand so that he'd never be able to put a similar band on the right side.

"He's not in, Lieutenant." Detective Alicia Cross informed Cat as the younger woman strolled in with a death grip on a fifty something man who looked like a heart attack waiting to happen. In other words like most of Cat's companions.

"When will he be back?" Cat demanded to know, her eyes flashing dangerously. She was behind and she wasn't in the mood to wait around for Michaels to get his ass in gear. She'd saved the bastard's life after all. The least the guy could do was be in his office when she damn well needed him to be.

"He's on vacation, Sir." Was the detective's reply, Cross already wincing before Cat began cursing. Cat's temper was legendary after all. Waiting for the cursing to end she continued once Cat paused for breath. "What's this one want to confess about?"

"You do this often?" William asked, looking at Cat fearfully. Her grip on his wrist was cutting off circulation but he was too scared to ask her to loosen her grip.

Glaring him into terrified silence Cat turned her attention back to the detective. Cat tried to remember what she knew about this detective but couldn't recall anything other then the woman had never pissed her off in the past. "Damn it. I need someone of rank and you're gonna want the AP pronto. This idiots got some interesting things to say and the last thing we need is a leak. Any suggestions other then your donut for brains captain?"

"What was that, Lieutenant?" Came a cold, I'm a big man so do as I say voice. A voice that was like nails raking against a chalkboard to Cat who was already in a piss poor mood. Now the captain had to show up.

"Oh, so you need your ears checked as well as your recent rapid depletion of brain cells." Cat said sweetly, her eyes glaring daggers as she spread her legs slightly, getting into a more defensive stance as she stared down the captain of this particular division. He was an overfed, sexist, raciest and all around assehole in Cat's books and there was nothing she hated more then seeing his face on a good day, much less a bad one.

"You would be wise to watch your mouth. This is my department and I call the shots in here." Captain Trent Shiomi warned, his eyes flaring in return. He hated the Preventers Organization in general and this particular member of it with a rare and powerful hatred. Every time he met her he wanted to empty of chamber of bullets into her head that much more.

"And the only reason you're captain is because you married your boss's daughter who you're cheating on." Cat shot back with a smirk, enjoying the sight of his face going as red as a tomato. Sometimes having access to the angelic grape vine could come in handy.

"Oh that's it. Detective, arrest her."

"Damn it. He's never going to believe I didn't do this on purpose. Oh well...If I have to go to jail then I might as well give you all something worth charging me over." Cat decided as she let go of her charge and headed towards the captain with blood in her eye. "I hope you're insured because this is gonna hurt you a hell of a lot more then it's gonna hurt me."