NEW: To everyone... this is not a new story. You may have read it already. It was taken down but by popular request I am reinstating it and its sequel.

A/N Hi all! Another story from me. I hope you like it. It was an idea I had in the shower. I seem to have lots of ideas there. I'm only writing this disclaimer once: I own none of the Angels, Charlie, Bosley or the Thin Man and make no money off of them. Thank you and happy reading!

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It was a Monday morning. "Who likes Monday mornings?" Dylan wondered as she rushed around getting dressed and stuffing her face with the last few bites of a frozen Eggo waffle. She didn't know how it always happened that her alarm never went off on Monday mornings making her perpetually late. By now she was late so often Charlie had moved her starting time later to accommodate. Dylan was just glad he didn't fire her but took her tardiness in stride. She jammed her feet into a borrowed pair of Alex's boots, grabbed her purse and hopped into the car only to have to get back out of the car, run back inside and grab the forgotten car keys off the top of the coffee table.

"One good thing about Monday's" she thought as she cranked up the radio to her favorite station, "by the time I leave rush hour is over." She arrived at the office where she worked, the Charles Townsend Agency at 10am, only an hour late. She walked inside hung up her jacket and called, "Hi guys." There was no answer. Dylan checked her watch again, puzzled as to where everyone was. "Hello?" she called. Still no one answered.

"Bosley? Natalie? Alex?" She stepped into the main office and was surprised that her colleagues and best friends weren't there sitting out the couch as they usually were.

Just then Jimmy Bosley came around the corner. "Hey girl."

"Hi Bosley, I was starting to feel like I entered the twilight zone. Where is everyone," Dylan asked.

Bosley took a sip of his coffee and said, "Charlie told them to take the day off. He wanted you here though." Dylan gave him a questioning look and sat on the leather couch as he walked over to the speaker phone.

"Good Morning Dylan," came the voice of her unseen employer Charlie from the white speaker on the desk.

"Morning Charlie," she replied. "Bosley said that you gave Natalie and Alex the day off."

"That's correct. I have a special assignment for you Dylan. I know you can handle it though," said Charlie and Bosley handed her a manila folder. She opened it carefully and looked inside. "I took a lot into consideration for this case and felt that due to your personality you would be most believable on the assignment. You are not to speak to Natalie or Alex about this. They will be told be either myself or Bosley when the time is right."

Dylan looked up from the folder and said, "I guess I don't understand. I have a folder with pictures of some of the biggest crime bosses in the world and their henchmen. What do you want me to do?"

"Dylan you are now a rogue Angel," said Charlie.

"What," she asked surprised.

"I have a connection in the FBI that has asked for some outside assistance in this matter. You will be given all information on a need to know basis but you are now an assassin. The cover story is that you were unhappy with working here much like Madison was and decided to use your talents to make money in the crime world."

"Are you sure that you want me for this?"

"Very. If anyone were to check they would see that you have a history of rebellious behavior, a few minor scrapes with the law in your youth although you were never arrested or charged, and that you have left the agency before."

"I was young and foolish and I left because I wanted to protect my friends," said Dylan defensively.

"We know that Dylan," replied Charlie in his calm fatherly manner. "The people who you will be working for are the ones who won't realize that. You need to know that this is a very important assignment. Through your contacts with the people in the folder you will, we hope be led to the target. Once that happens, we plan to inform Natalie and Alex and they will go in to back you up catching him."

"Who is the target and what does he want," she asked.

"That we don't know although the FBI does have an idea what he wants. Unfortunately that information I am not allowed to give you yet."

"But Bosley knows about my assignment."

"Correct, he will be the one you report into. When you contact him you will give him the name 'Lucy' as in."

"As in Lucifer, the fallen angel," Dylan said finishing the sentence for him.

"Exactly, and Bosley, if the other angels ask, Lucy is your cousin from Dallas who is having marital problems. Do either of you have any other questions?"

Dylan looked at Bosley then back at the speaker, "When do I begin?"

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The next morning Alex and Natalie arrived together at the office and sat on the couch discussing their day off and how they spent it with their respective boyfriends. "Did you hear from Dylan yesterday?"

"No, why" asked Alex as she poured herself a cup of coffee. "I tried calling her but I didn't get any answer. It was strange because she had said she wanted to go shopping together our next day off. I guess she forgot."

"Hey angels," said Bosley as he entered the room.

"Your late Bos," laughed Alex. "You are never late."

"A Bosley can't afford to be late. Plus I'm technically not late, I was just on the phone with." he paused catching himself.

"With who Bos," asked Natalie joining Alex on the couch.

"Just my cousin Lucy from Texas. She's been having these marital problems. Real unpleasant stuff," he recovered and made a face like he tasted something disgusting. Bosley watched both young women for a reaction but they appeared to believe him and he exhaled the breath he didn't know he was holding. He hated to lie to them and worried they would kick his butt once they realized Lucy was Dylan.

"Good Morning Angels," said the speakerphone voice.

"Morning Charlie," said Alex and Natalie in unison.

"You ladies have a new case today. You will be investigating the stolen diamonds of Mrs. Catherine Hardy," said Charlie as Bosley gave each of them the pertinent case information.

"Uh Charlie," began Natalie, "shouldn't we wait for Dylan."

"Not this time girls. Dylan has left the agency."

Natalie and Alex looked at each other then at Bosley who shrugged his shoulders and said, "Don't look at me; I don't pay attention to what you're up to."

"What do you mean she left the agency," asked Alex. "She went out for doughnuts?"

"What I mean girls is that we will need to find a replacement angel."

"Do you mean she quit," asked Natalie jumping to her feet. "Dylan would never just quit without telling us. That isn't like her."

"Nat is right Charlie, Dylan would never just quit and not tell us that she was going, or tell us goodbye. Even when she was worried about O'Grady wanting to kill us she left us a note. I don't understand."

"Girls, Girls," said Charlie trying to calm them. He had been afraid that they would have a hard time accepting the idea that Dylan left. He just hoped that the diamond case would be enough to distract them from wanting to investigate their friend. "Dylan hasn't been happy working here for quite awhile. She and I discussed this before and this time I agreed and let her go."

Natalie looked at Alex, "Did she ever say anything to you?" Alex shook her head no. "Me either. Something doesn't seem right here Charlie."

"It may not seem that way but it is what Dylan wanted. She also asked that neither one of you contact her, and I ask that you respect her wishes. Understood?"

Natalie plopped down on the couch her arms across her chest and reluctantly agreed, "Understood."

"Alex," asked Charlie. She stood there not answering. "Alex."

She finally also agreed with reluctance, "Understood."

"Good now here is the information on our case."

*-*-*-*-* Dylan took one last glance around her apartment. It hadn't been much but it had been home and in less than three hours it was going to be sublet to a wannbe actress with one name. She decided to go back through for the third time making sure she had everything she could need with her then she spotted it. She picked up the medallion from the dresser top and dangled it by the gold chain. She didn't want to forget it; she didn't want to forget him. The Thin Man, Anthony she corrected, saved her life that night and died for it. She often dreamt of his kiss that burnt him into her memory forever and wondered what would have happened if things had been different. She slipped the necklace around her neck, grabbed her suitcase and loaded it into her car.

It wasn't the same car she had always had. Charlie put her car into a secret storage facility for her. He didn't feel that her car was appropriate for an assassin of her supposed caliber so what stood in front of her building was a cute yet flashy Fiat Barchette convertible in corso red. It barely held anything she wanted to take but Charlie had told her not to worry everything she would need was in her new apartment.

Dylan climbed in and placed the black wig on over her hair. It was part of the new image that Charlie's FBI friend, Agent Mitchum insisted she take. He had wanted her to dye it but she had refused saying that the wig would do. As she drove off she waved goodbye to her empty apartment and embarked on her new case.