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Death is not my Forte: Pro log

I was never a human

I was born an angel and for first million years of my existence I was a warrior angel. As jobs goes it was a nice one. Fight and never die. Yeah I can get wounded, but it would never kill me. So like I said, it can be a nice job, but one day the big man asked me (ordered me) to take on a new career path.

I did and that's what led me to my predicament.

Grim Reaper, Angel of Death, The Ferryman, The Black Angel, the Dark Angel, El Muerte, The Fourth Horseman of the Apocalypse and He Who Rides the Pale Horse are some of the names I've gone by for the past 2 millennia's as the third Death Angel . But really I'm a nice person. Well most of the time. I prefer Death Angel. It's short to the point and it doesn't discriminate my gender. I'm female and I don't like being called a He.

Originally, I and I alone were present for each and every death. And that's a lot deaths to witness do the math. However, as life and technology has evolved on earth, other planets and planes of existence, that is no longer needed. There are well over a thousand Death Angels now. So you know what that means for me, vacation time. We work in 12 hour shifts and mine usually end at 8pm on the dot. Every day

We even have assistances now that stay an hour after every shift that cleans the offices or do whatever the Death Angels needs to be done. It's a sweet job to have, my job. Yeah it can be sad sometimes, but it can be hilarious other times. Death Angels help people, we guide them on the right path, we even save the day some times, and we rock. It's an easy job too.

To put it simple a soul would materialize in the chairs of my front office and wait their turn for judgment or in some special cases a second chance. Second chances are rarely given out folks, but sometimes humans with their free will make the wrong choices and upset the balance of the universe.

Trust me when that happens horrible shit goes down. It's a bitch to clean up after too.

Take a fellow colleague of mine for example. Ryan had a case with a stupid little boy that had one thing to do. And it was simple as thumbs up. All the kid had to do was kiss a girl. He didn't and the world suffered. That little basterd name was Harry Potter, but this ain't his story no; this is the story of another man that can't do the simple thing ever.

First time I met the one human that would become the bane of my existence; surprisingly it wasn't hatred at first sight.

I felt sorry for the guy, really I did. Said man went by the name of Gunnery Sergeant Leroy Jethro Gibbs. And I'll be honest he ain't all that bad; when he isn't messing up my day. It's just that unfortunately the man has a perceived destiny sorta like the Potter boy. In pain English, Gibbs is one of fates bitches so that meant two things.

1. He is on a journey decided by the fates because the fates chose him as their current champion.

2. Said journey would be painful and stressful one with lots of angst and losses.

Before you come at me with pitch forks and swords Gibbs will get a happily ever after, if he would get his shit together.

Now like any one that becomes a bitch of the fates he has to suffer and suffered the Gibbs has done. What with the death of his mother at a young age. He suffered through the loss of comrades on the field of battle. He suffered when he got wounded in action and then lands in a coma, and to wake up and find out about the loss of both his wife and child is some hard things to live thru. So it was no surprise to me his first death was attempted suicide

He succeeded, well temporarily

Gibbs first meeting with me was short and sweet.

"Hi I'm Cass and I'm your personal Death Angel," I said it politely

"Hello, I'm Jethro, I'd like to be with my family now." was what he said.

I told him of his destiny, we cried together, we drank a bit and I sent him back to 1993. Not with the memory of our meeting, because that against the big guys rules, but I did send him back with the tools he would need to succeed with his second chance and I thought he would get it right.

He didn't

Gibbs second meeting was three years after our first one. He said he simply forgot his bullet proof vest and got shot in the line of duty. We talked it out and I sent him back.

The third time irked me a bit.

At the time, I was on the date with the sweet creature that would become my husband. It was the perfect first date. This was around 96 so I had a cell phone and with it being more discreet than a scroll magically appearing out of thin air telling me of who just died. Sadly I can never turn it off so I wasn't surprised when it went off, right in the middle of dinner.

It was my 12th assistant Drake calling to tell me one of my cases just appeared in my office after hours.

I was surprised that it was Gibbs, again. This time he died from being run over by a suspect. Ever the professional I swallowed my annoyance, left my perfect date and went back to the office.

The fourth time it happened I was more than irked off

It wasn't even a year later. I was in the middle of having the best sex of my existence with my once perfect date now perfect boyfriend. Do you know how hard it is leave great sex just so you can go back to work? Not fun at all folks. This time Gibbs died from alcohol poisoning.

I was professional about it. I know that stuff happens and when he told me that he died over drinking himself silly from a case that dealt with the murder of a child I was very sympathetic. So sympathetic that I even pulled some string so the murder would jump first in line to get the Kiddy Killer special in hell when that man would die.

The fifth death was pretty funny, but I was still pissed off about it. It New Years Day 2000 and Gibbs death interrupted my Wedding day for heaven sake. I had every right to be pissed off. But when I saw him l laughed until my sided hurt. The so called big badass Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs died this time by being beaten to death by a golf club by his fourth wife Michelle that he met at a golf course.

You know Karma is a funny chick and a good friend of mine as well. Such a good friend I made her bridesmaid at my wedding. I felt no sympathy for him and was still laughing at him when I returned to my wedding. When he almost died in 99 after a dinner he had with her from food poising I told him not to marry the women.

He didn't listen.

See sometimes the fates can be nice. They even give me a heads up a few times when it's possible for me to save Gibbs. They know he's difficult and after so many chances they felt sorry for me because I was the third angel of Death and before Gibbs I had an almost perfect case load. Trust me if they didn't he would have died like thirty times by now.

His sixth death came at the worst of all times. It was March 2nd 2005 and I was literally giving birth to my first child. Legs in the stir ups pushing out a nine pound baby girl, you would think I could just pass this off to another Death Angel, but no. I had to personally take care of it. Now angels when we give birth don't feel the pain, but still. It was my first child and I didn't even get to pass a second glance at my kid. As soon a she was out I ran to my office.

This time I yelled at Gibbs. I gave him the warning that if he died again with out the simple kiss on the lips belonging to some women name Sciuto and tell her the depth of his feeling there will be major consequences. So for the sixth time I whipped his memory and sent him on his way. I will admit I did rush him out, so maybe in some way just giving him advice wasn't the right way to go.

On the most part he did listen. He kissed Abby every day now, but not on the lips and he never told her the depth of his feelings.

So this is the reason why I Cass the Death Angel hate Gunnery Sergeant Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs.

Let hope the fucker doesn't get it wrong again, cause if he does there will be hell to pay.

I decided to add a pro log so people would understand the Gibbs and Cass anger fest. Tell me what you think. Chapter 4 will be up in a few days sorry for it taking so long.