A/N: I am borrowing two characters from the show Saving Grace.

Yes I am using NEW characters, well I won't apologize for having an imagination and using different characters other than the NORM.

If you are unfamiliar with the show, it's a cop show with the supernatural. I do enjoy the supernatural.

Angels in the Night

Chapter One

Oklahoma City, Oklahoma

The bar is smoke filled, he sniffs in the aroma of the stale cigars and cigarettes and a long ago memory fills his head. He sits at the bar, scanning the unfamiliar surroundings. Soon he is approached by a tall, thin, gray haired man. "What'll you have," he says with a southern drawl. "Beer," he answers quickly.

"Been a long time Bobby."

He smiles at the sound of the familiar voice, "Earl, long time. Where am I?"

"It's a place I've been hanging out for a few years now; I believe the locals here call it a 'cop bar'."

"Ah, there isn't anyone here but you, me and the bartender."

A small petite woman with shoulder length, blonde wavy hair steps up to the bar, "Earl what's going on?" she says with a sassy tone.

"Grace suddenly lost your manners," he says as he points with his thumb to the gentlemen sitting next to him. "Bobby Goren this is Grace Hanadarko and I believe that the two of you have something in common, or should I say….you are both looking for the same thing."

Simultaneously a gasp is heard from a man in New York and a woman in Oklahoma, both sit up in bed and rub their eyes.

Springer Publishing Company

Manhattan

"You stupid clumsy fool, look what you did to my coat."

"I….I'm sorry, it was an accident."

"You're an accident, you moron." He glares at her as she makes her way through the lobby of the office building. He follows her with his eyes, watching as she gets on the elevator. He watches as the numbers light up stopping at the seventh floor."

"Schroeder," he turns when he hears his name. "Come on let's go, the mess isn't up there," Nodding his head as he follows his employer, John Keller, down the stairs to the basement. "You start over there."

After close to five hours of clearing away debris, "You can take care of the rest of this. Tomorrow we'll start hauling out this shit." Schroeder's reply is a nod. "You're not much of a talker, are you?"

"If I'm not doing the job to your satisfaction…."

He raises his hand to pat him of the back, Schroeder cowls, Keller pulls his hand back, "No, no you're a good worker." Keller bends down picking up his pack, "Remember to load up everything," he pauses rubbing his chin. "No never mind that, I'll leave you the truck, just load up the stuff you won't need tomorrow."

"Sure."

He returns to his task as Keller leaves the room, you stupid clumsy fool, look what you did to my coat. You're an accident, you moron. He works faster trying to keep his focus on his job. A memory of many years ago comes to mind.

"Clean it up!"

"I'm sorry Mommy, it was an accident."

"You're an accident, now clean it up!"

He stretches his seven-year-old body as far as he can to pick up the sponge that lies next to the faucet. He cannot reach. She picks up the dirty sponge he steps back eyeing it. She hands it out to him. On his knees he begins to clean up the mess, "You missed a spot," she says as she blows a stream of smoke from her Parliament cigarette. He crawls around on the floor desperately searching for the remaining coffee. "I….I can't, where?" he looks up at her as tears fill his eyes.

She stands as she crushes out the cigarette, "Useless, you're useless." Grabbing his hand she pulls him up, the burning sensation was intense at first but then it stopped.

He finds himself sitting in the middle of debris, sweat pouring down his back and his face. Quickly he finishes the job, moments later he is loading up the equipment, carrying the tools up the stairs. He is a large man standing at 6 feet 4 inches tall. Broad shoulders, red hair and strong muscular arms from lifting weights every day. He opens the door to the lobby and sees her, "My appointment book, you lost my appointment book, incompetence, all I ever find are incompetent people around me."

"Miss Olsen I'm sorry."

He continues his task of storing the cleaning equipment into the back of the van.

"Remind me in the morning to fire you."

He turns his attention as he hears her voice. He watches her as she gets into a cab that is directly in front of him. Moments later he is following the cab, through the busy streets of Manhattan, then surprisingly over the bridge into Brooklyn. "You live in Brooklyn? That is a surprise." The cab stops in front of a six-floor walk up. He circles the block a few times looking for a place to park, after three trips he finds one.

He scans the names on the buzzer, "Olsen," he presses the buzzer to apartment 2 A. "Yes, who is it?"

"Ma'am it's the cab driver you forgot something in my cab."

"I did?" she pauses.

"Yes Ma'am," he pauses. "You are Miss Olsen?"

"Yes I am," she pushes the buzzer allowing him access to her apartment.

The Next Morning

10 A.M.

"No I'm sorry Sir, Miss Olsen is not in yet, may I take a message?"

"Have her call George Upton as soon as she gets in."

"Yes Sir I will," she hears the phone disconnect.

"Morning Tina, where is the, um…."

"Hatchet woman," she shrugs her shoulders. "I don't know she's not in yet. I have called her cell; it goes to voice mail, her apartment….no answer."

"Maybe she had a date and," he shrugs his shoulders, "You know…."

"A date with who? Frankenstien's monster?" Tina picks up her coffee cup as she sits back in the chair, "I've been working for her for over six months." She takes a long sip of coffee, "And I found out that I have outlasted every assistant she's had. Anyway, one thing I know for sure is that she does not date at all, takes up too much time she says."

Brooklyn

Justin Wright passes by apartment 2a and frowns when he sees the door open, he knocks as he opens it further, "Oh my God," he covers his mouth horrified at the sight, "Claire!"

SVU-Squad Room

"Claire Olsen, thirty-four was found by a neighbor who was on his way to work," says Captain Cragen as he hands a file to Detective Munch. "Her door was slightly open and when he walked in he found her, she's at King County now." Cragen lifts the paper and continues to read, "She was beaten about the face and she was found nude, however it has not been determined if she was sexually assaulted."

King County Hospital

"Doctor how is she?" asks Fin.

"We are preparing her for surgery."

Munch asks, "Surgery?"

"Yes she has scalp lacerations and extensive multiple facial fractures and lacerations. Every bone in the mid-portion of her face was broken."

"Any sign of sexual assault?" Munch asks.

"No, no tears or semen."

"How long before we can speak with her?"

"I can't say, Detective ah…."

"Fin."

"Sorry Detective it's been a long day and it's only 11 a.m."

"I understand Doctor."

Doctor Neville continues, "After the surgery, it will….she may have permanent brain damage. My experience tells me that the chances of her recalling what happened and who attacked her, are very slim." He turns at the sound of his name, "Excuse me."

"Sure….thanks Doc." Munch says as he turns to face his partner. "Someone was very angry at this woman. They wanted her to live but....to be totally humiliated."

That was just a dose, Earl is an Angel just in case you were wondering, of the supernatural....more to come....

As I said I love it, how about you?