A/N: So, im back again with this story thanks to my one reiviewer! Thanks for all the support so far, LaverdaHarleyIndian! So, another chapeter and a look at whats been happening to good old america. remeber, this is supposed to be set somewhere in the 2046's...i beileve.Enjoy and please reivew!

Disclaimer: Nothing but hte plot and Angel belongs to me. Sadface, for Reaper is awesome.

Again, two differeing "stortylines" between Reaper and Angel.

The new girl walked into his cell. She was shaking slightly, her auburn hair with blonde highlights falling slightly in her face as she pushed her glasses back up on her nose. She glanced at the floor, ignoring the man in the room with her. She walked over to the coffee table and dumped her file folder on top of it. She sighed; angrily brushing her hair out of her eyes as she finally looked at the man.

"So you're Mr. Grimm." She asked, and John tensed, his hands becoming fists. She took a tiny step backwards as he took a large step forward.

"Don't call me that. Call me Reaper." He said, and she almost laughed. So he didn't want to allow her the respect of calling him by his first o last name. She would have to earn that respect. He looked her over, allowing his eyes to wander as his new thought process went haywire with the new face. He memorized every little detail of her face, amazed she was given the clearance to his cell.

She cleared her throat, shifting her weight to her other foot as Reaper's thought process slammed back into the present.

"So your the new caretaker?" he asked, and she nodded, suddenly tired from the whole ordeal today. She sat heavily on the couch, closing her eyes as Reaper moved to the stand alone chair. He sat in it, watching the new girl.

"And your name is…..?" he asked, and she laughed, twisting her head around to look him full in the eyes. Reaper shifted uncomfortably as her glare settled in.

"Well, since we are going the route of petty nicknames, you can call me Angel." She said, and he quirked a single eyebrow at the nickname. Angel and Reaper, huh? That is a contradiction. A rather mild one. He would have laughed if he wasn't worried it would bring down a barrage of tests and doctors and needles. He shuddered slightly at the mere thought of needles. Angel narrowed her eyes slightly at him as she stood up, attempting to rub the wrinkles out of her skirt.

"Don't expect me in this garb all the time. I normally just wear workable stuff. This is very hard to move in, Ill have you know." She said, and Reaper almost made to get up. Almost. There was something about this new girl, something that made him want to just be around her. Almost made him want to talk. About personal things. But he wouldn't forget his training. Never trust a new person. Especially in this situation.

The new girl, Angel, didn't seem to be all that bad. She almost reminded him of his sister. And he missed his sister way too much. He shifted his weight slightly, keeping quiet. What did she want from him? A ten page confession of everything he ever did wrong?

"Well, you're a quiet one, aren't you?" she asked, mostly to herself. She sighed, running a hand through her hair as she stood up, wobbling a little on the high heels.

"I'm leaving. Have a good night, Reaper. Nice to meet ya." She said, and she walked off, waving a hand at the door. It hissed, popping open just long enough for Angel to leave. She turned around as the door closed, watching the man in the chair. He never moved once before the door shut. Reaper was slightly confused; why was she assigned to him? Why a woman after all this time? Was it some sick game?

He moved off of the chair, going to the bathroom to pee. He waited in there for a while, sitting on the cold title of the floor. He was slightly tired, but he didn't want to live thorough the horrors that were his dreams when he ever did decide to actually sleep. He moved out of the bathroom and onto the couch, inhaling Angel's scent. She smelled of fresh rain and vanilla, and another scent that he could only describe as angelic. It suited her. She smelled clean. No drugs, no alcohol, no sex. Pure and innocent was hard to come by these days. He drifted off into actual sleep with teh thought of Sam fresh in his mind. Hopefully that would keep the monsters at bay.

Angel walked away from that door, her thoughts tangled in her head. She automatically noticed how handsome he was. Even with the nasty UAC issued clothes, he looked attractive. Nice defined cheekbones, eyes that seemed to bore into the soul, nice built body, messy brown hair. Taller than her too, even in four inch high heels. But she knew better than to get involved with a patient. That was strictly against UAC procedures. That could get her terminated from her position. She couldn't afford that. Not after all that time she spent to get into the place. She turned left at the junction and found herself standing in front of something humanlike, but it had more of a monster look about it. She froze, her fear spiking, until she noticed the chain around its neck and the way it stumbled as it moved forward. She plastered herself against the wall, grateful to see the lab coat behind the creature, prodding it with something sharp. There was a slight blood trail behind it, dripping slowly from the wound produced from the sharp object.

"You breathe word of this creature to anyone outside of this wing of the building, and ill slit your throat personally." The coat muttered to her as they passed, the monster making a feebly swipe at her. She shrieked a little, ducking as another prod made it stumbled forward again. She heard faint chuckling from the coat as the creature picked up the pace a little, making them leave the corridor. She shuddered, walking even faster to the exit of this place. She wanted her bed and her dog, Jack.

The rest of her trip out of the building was uneventful, besides the double takes her ex coworkers gave her at the nice clothes. She smiled at them, waving slightly as she made her way to the dimly lit parking lot for her car. She moved over to the silver dodge magnum as she reached for her keys. She dropped them, muttering to herself as she bent down to pick them up. She finally slid into the familiar seats, starting to car up and closing her eyes slightly as her CD played through the car. It was a medley mix of songs from between 1990 and 2011. No one else appreciated it anymore, considering the music played now was only produced by the government to get you more patriotic.

Yeah, right. Like that was anything anyone wanted to actually do anymore. America was more of a dream, an idea, that a country anymore. Sure, no one else took it over, like Europe, or China, but it was a broken and almost destroyed country, after the second Great Depression that was caused by Civil war between the UAC workers and the rest of the country. No one really wanted to use the ark. They sad it was buried for a reason. UAC, the company she worked for, held the only real jobs in the country anymore, and was the company mostly controlling the government. What a war it was. And the rest of he world watched, seeming to laugh as we destroyed much of our once proud nation.

She finally put the car into reverse, backing out of her assigned spot in the underground parking garage that was built underneath the UAC building complex. She finally met the setting sun as she pulled above ground, driving steadily towards her UAC housing block. The employees of UAC were given housing close to the building depending on how big the family was. She had a one bedroom, bathroom and kitchen area apartment. It wasn't much, but she and her dog enjoyed every bit of it. It was home.

She walked up the one flight of stairs, collecting her mail as she went. She heard a joyful bark as she unlocked the door, then a white boxer bounded out of her apartment. He circled her, whining happily as his little nubby tail made his but wiggle back and forth.

"Jack! Hey there boyo, how've you been?" she asked, and he nudged her leg in the direction of the pet bathroom area. She laughed, getting the picture as he ran ahead. She dropped her mail onto the table beside the door, grabbing a little bag and her keys as she relocked the door and walked after her dog. He bounded ahead, sniffing the ground for the best place to use the bathroom. I watched him with a smile on my face as he did his business.

Dinner was a quiet affair. Leftovers from yesterday and a glass of soda. I went to bed with jack by my side, but I was unable to get to sleep. My thoughts raced at the thought of another day with Reaper.