* As usual I do not own Charlie's Angels or the characters except people you haven't seen in the show. This story is for entertainment/enjoyment purposes only.

* The story takes place after my other stories (except the K/K-femslash ones). I do look back a lot, and it's less confusing if you've read past stories ^^

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I Love You, Angel

Prologue.

He leaned his head back towards the car seat and pulled his long fingers through his blond hair. The other arm was propped up with the elbow towards the open window, the hand holding a lose grip towards the south of the steering wheel, two fingers slowly drumming onto it.

It had been a long day, and he was longing to get home to his kids and his fiancé, those who meant the world to him, and we would walk through wind and fire to make sure they had the best that he could give them. He was going to marry his fiancé within two weeks, something they had been talking about a lot the last couple of months, and she had prepared everything. He had helped of course, but she loved making the preparations, and he let her do it. Of course she valued his opinion and he didn't mind giving it to her.

He couldn't believe that the woman he had loved for such a long time was going to be his bride. Memories of a school dance in collage came to his mind, and he remembered how he had picked her up at her parents' house in San Francisco. Both her parents had been there, and her big sister, and they had all been very thrilled that he was taking the youngest to the dance. Her big sister was of course interested in men too, or well, the men were more interested in her while she was more interested in sports. Both the sister's were extremely beautiful, and he couldn't believe he had stolen the youngest. Every man in school envied him. All the guys wanted her. All the girls wanted to be her.

It was hard to understand that the girl he had fallen in love with almost 10 years ago, then been forced to apart from, and then like a miracle found his way back to, was now the girl he was going to marry. But she was no girl anymore, no cute teenager with her hair in pigtails and braces. No, she was a full grown woman, and FBI agent and the mother of his two children. A woman so strong and powerful, with all the charm he could ever ask for, and probably the only one in the world that could remove all his problems with just a smile. The touch of her hand and the sound of her voice could switch a day from totally miserable to the best day in his life.

He knew it was true.

He loved Kris Munroe.

Tommy smiled as he made a left turn in the road crossing, without moving his elbow from the open window. It was the middle of May and the last couple of weeks had been warm and humid. Summer was on its way with big steps.

Tommy smiled as he looked out of the open window, looking over at a park where kids were playing together, their parents sitting on benches around the playground, always keeping one eye on their kids as they had another eye on the other parent that they were talking to. Tommy smiled when he heard the sound of kids laughing. Pictures of his twins came to his eyes and he felt himself press the gas pedal further towards the floor. He wanted home to them now.

Tommy closed his eyes for a short second as a warm breeze brushed the blond locks from his face. He loved the summer and he loved the sunlight. He then pulled his fingers through the hair again before he looked back out towards the road. He caught a look at himself in the mirror, wondering if he should cut his hair before the wedding. It was really getting long, but he also knew that Kris loved to pull her fingers through it.

He pushed his pilot sunglasses back up onto the bridge of the nose as he made another turn and hit the gas pedal as he finally got out of the more crowded roads and out onto the bigger ones. Going past another car he pushed his black mustang up into 55 mph. He pressed a button in the car and the roof slid back behind the back seat. He loved the convertible, he loved to feel the warm breeze against his body and he loved feeling his thin jacket flutter with the wind.

He and Kris had bought a bigger house another twenty minutes away from the city. It was a little longer to drive but it was a bigger house, to Kris' joy it had a huge kitchen, then the kids could get their own rooms when they were old enough, a beautiful high ceiling living room, a dining hall with white marble floor, a porch on the second floor, and the thing Tommy loved the most – a huge garden. He had put up a swing where the twins spent a lot of time, they had a sandpit and there was also a beautiful outside space with stone ground where they both could spend summer nights eating outside, and also where the kids could learn how to bike among other things. Tommy loved the house. Kris loved the house. The twins, who now where past a year, seemed to love everything.

Tommy pushed his car up into higher speed as the road was nearly empty, and he smiled as he thought of his life. Things were going beautifully and he wondered how he could've gotten so blessed with all he ever wanted. A good job, a beautiful bride and two fantastic kids.

He suddenly thought he saw someone standing next to the deserted road, but he didn't slow down. Driving past the person, he pulled his eyebrows together. He had only gotten a short glance of the person standing all alone by the pretty much lonely road, far away from any bus stops or buildings. The thing that confused him was the fact that she had looked a lot like Melissa Joan Bouvier, the angel that had been murdered about 7 months ago. Sandra and Janet kept saying that they saw her every time they were in danger, and Tommy didn't know what to think about that. He felt like laughing it off, what, had she become a guardian angel?

He didn't notice the car slightly beginning to wobble until it was too late. One of the tires blew with a loud snap and going way too fast, Tommy immediately lost control of the mustang as it flipped off the road. Tommy only had a second to think before he got knocked out of the car and hit his head towards the asphalt, and that second was spent with seeing a picture of Kris before he felt himself drift of to unconsciousness.