If you've been waiting for Monica and Andrew interaction, here's the chap! (It's not going to be good interaction either-you'll see)

"Okay, let's go!" Aaron yelled into the walkie-talkie when his eyes fell upon a figure walking towards the door. "Get Monica in position!"

Suddenly, Monica felt her body being shoved towards the sidewalk. She was too weak to stop Bobby, and so confused for God hadn't answered her latest prayer for help. Perhaps he would send someone-maybe Tess or Andrew. Andrew had been there wherever she and Jane had been.

Monica stopped in her tracks, even though she knew the gun was still pointed at her from a distance. This wasn't the janitor or one of the men board members. This was a female and Monica could recognize those blue eyes from anywhere.

"Wait!" Monica yelled, her Irish lilt faded. "This is not…" Her ears rung with the gun fire sooner than she had wanted them to-if she had wanted them to at all. The woman in front of her turned her head, her blue eyes filling with sudden fear. It all happened so quickly. It seemed like slow motion to Monica, as the bullet whizzed right passed her and into the head of the woman. "No!" Monica screamed as she threw herself over the woman. Bobby, realizing that something was wrong, darted over to the Irish angel.

"Get off!" he ordered. He jerked Monica's arm and she let out with an ear-piercing pain.

"No, Bobby, you just don't understand, do you?" Monica asked through tears. Her brown eyes were red.

Bobby turned the body over; half comprehending that this was a woman. He lifted up his bloodstained hand to his mouth. There, on the ground lay Jane, his mother.

"No!" he murmured and stepped back. He peered into Monica's tear-stained eyes and dropped his jaw. "That's not possible!" he whispered. Suddenly, sirens arose in the background and Bobby froze.

"Come on, man," Ron called from behind. "Let's get out of here!"

"No, Bobby!" Monica cried.

"Take her with you!" Aaron shouted behind his shoulder as he motioned towards Monica.

"There's no time!" Sydney screamed. "Let's scram!"

The four ran off into the distance, leaving Monica and Jane alone. Monica crawled over to Jane and gathered her in her arms. She paid no attention to the wounds of her own. The second bullet had skinned her and her body was bruised. She buried her head in Jane's hair and softy wept.

"I don't understand, Father. Why is this happening? She's my assignment! This can't happen!" She looked up to see a bright light shining about the area.

"Monica," a soft voice whispered. "You have to step aside."

"Andrew?" Monica asked. "No, you can't!"

"Yes, I have to," he answered softly.

"No! Greg and her still have to work things out! I haven't gotten through to her yet!" Monica cried.

"Monica, sometimes there are things that God didn't mean to happen, but they carry on because someone decided to do something different than what the Father had in mind. Humans have free will and so do angels…" Andrew paused and looked down. "Monica, you had a choice and you took it…" his voice wavered.

"So you're saying that I made the wrong decision?" Monica asked, astonished. "When did I do that?"

"God had planned for you to reveal yourself tonight, but you were overcome with fear," Andrew explained. Monica stood up from the ground and came to equal eye level with Andrew.

"I tried, Andrew! I tried. It's not my fault that she died!" Monica hollered.

"I never said that…"

"Oh, but you meant it, Andrew, you know you did. Just because you have to deal with all these deaths every day doesn't mean that you have permission to bring your frustration out on me!"

"I'm not frustrated, Monica, I don't know what you're talking about. Honestly. Just because you're upset about tonight doesn't mean you get to blame me for all this."

"I never did," Monica said, her lilt filled with anger.

"I know that you're angry because of all this. So am I," Andrew prompted.

"Why didn't you give Bobby and her some time? Huh? That would have been mighty nice of you, Andrew!" Monica yelled. She and Andrew were both almost surprised at her tone.

"I'm just doing my job, Monica. It's not my fault that God didn't have it planned for Greg and Jane's marriage to come together. Who knows, maybe this will help Greg and Bobby a little bit. But, Monica, you could've stopped this and don't you try to get out of this situation. Admit it, you were too scared out there!" Andrew said, trying to break through Monica's feelings, though his own feeling were turning on him.

"No, I wasn't!" Monica argued.

"Then why didn't you follow God's plan and take the pain for Jane…"

"As far as I was aware, I was not supposed to take any pain for her. I was just supposed to be with her…"

"You call watching her…"

"Angel Babies!" Tess cried, breaking up their argument. "Really, save the world and me a favor and settle this at once! I'm really disappointed in you both!" she said sternly. Her brows came together in an angry expression. "Now, Andrew, are you giong to do this job or does Adam here have to?" Tess pointed at the other angel of death beside her.

"I would if Monica would step aside," Andrew confirmed.

"Now wait just a second!" Monica exclaimed. "You're saying that I'm in the way? That's why you didn't take her? You could've just asked me nicely and I would've!"

"I did! What do you think my first words to you were?" he asked with a furious expression on his face.

"You always have to make things so difficult, don't you?" the auburn asked sarcastically. "So difficult!" she mumbled.

"You're the one who's making things difficult. You won't move. Now, with an angel of God blocking a body, how is anyone supposed to do their job?" Andrew asked.

"You could simply just step around me!" Monica snapped.

"Can't you just move to make things a wee bit easier," Andrew asked sarcastically. Monica crossed her arms and tapped her foot.

"Not if you make fun of me!" she stormed.

"You know what?" Tess asked in a loud voice. "Adam, just get in there," Tess ordered. Adam nodded and shot his friend and fellow angel of death a disappointed glance.

"At least Adam does his job," Monica said. She rolled her eyes at Andrew.

"Hey, girl, I was trying to do my job, but a obstinate little angel girl wouldn't move. So," he continued. "How did you expect me to?"

"I already went through this," Monica sighed. "Just go around…"

"Angel Babies!" Tess yelled. She spoke so loud that her voice drained out the sirens. "For heaven's sake, leave it be! It is over and done and Jane is dead. Greg is now just about to receive a call and Bobby is a fugitive. Monica could be accused of assisting in murder and Andrew, you and Miss Wings better settle this at once. I'm not leaving until you do!" Tess snapped.

"Fine," Monica said. She walked off and over the school landscape. "Then I'll leave!"

Andrew looked up at Tess, his face turning red in embarrassment. He couldn't meet the brown eyes glaring at him so he turned his gaze back to the ground.

"I guess that was pretty bad," he said quietly.

"You bet it was!" Tess exclaimed. "In all my years as you two's supervisor, I have never come close to seeing this."

"I've never come close to experiencing this," Andrew said gravely. He finally locked his emerald green eyes with Tess'.

"Well, Angel Boy, are you going to go and apologize to her?"

"Not until she thinks about it!" Andrew answered, seeming to be in amazement at Tess' question. What he didn't realize was that Tess was in amazement at his answer.

"Excuse me Mr. Wings, but I think you just gave me the wrong answer. What have you learned from the Scriptures?"

"I don't know right now, Tess. I need to think some things over," Andrew answered quietly.

"You bet you do!" Tess said in an angry lilt.

As she watched Andrew walk off in the opposite direction of Monica, a tear rolled down her dark skin.

"Father, what now?" she prayed.