(The is NOT a New Story..parts of it are but most isn't. It was taken down and is now being reinstated. I own none of the Charlies Angels, their boyfriends, either Bosley or Mama, the Thin Man or Charlie himself. Everyone else is a product of my imagination.)

Dylan rolled over, propped her head on her hand and looked at the man sleeping next to her and smiled. They had been together for two weeks now, a couple. If someone had asked her two years ago if she would be madly in love with the Thin Man she would have laughed. She often thought about their first encounter in the alley of Corwin's and how he had tried to kill her and her friends and was amazed that they had come so far.

The night before Natalie and Pete had hosted a dinner party and invited Alex and Jason and her and Anthony. It was so normal. Of course Anthony hadn't said much during the evening, he still didn't speak to anyone except her but all in all it was very normal. He had even helped Natalie in the kitchen while Jason, Pete, Alex and she, the four of them who had no cooking talent what so ever, watched Jeopardy. Natalie had raved to her in private afterwards how he had made the chocolate soufflés that they had eaten for dessert. At that Dylan cocked and eyebrow; just when she thought she was starting to figure him out he did something completely out of character like the soufflés and surprised her. Natalie laughed telling her that she was picking up some of Anthony's mannerisms

As she was lost in her thoughts about him Anthony opened his eyes and reached out to touch her hair. He couldn't believe that a woman like her, smart, strong, sexy and with the most beautiful hair in the world could want to be with a man like him. She startled by his touch and smiled. "Morning sleepy head," she said leaning over and kissing him quickly on the lips. He didn't let her get away so easily and pulled her closer to him. It had only been two short weeks but so far he didn't miss his old life, for once normal seemed interesting and not dull as he always imagined it to be.

"We didn't talk much when we came home. Did you like last night?" she asked as she snuggled into his arms.

He wasn't sure what to say. He had enjoyed it well enough and he thought Pete and Jason were alright although he felt lost sometimes in their conversations about football. It wasn't something he had ever taken the time to pay attention to. He and Natalie had gotten along well and she had tried to make him feel welcome, but he still had problems with Alex. The dark haired angel still looked at him as though she was expecting him to kill them all. He understood why she didn't trust him it just seemed to make the situations awkward. So in response to Dylan's question as to whether or not he had enjoyed himself he just nodded.

"I'm glad," she said smiling. "We still need to go to Dimitri's did you want to do that today?"

Anthony nodded. There was no way to avoid going. He had been left the old house and planned on moving in as soon as he and Dylan managed to clean the place out. He had been living with Dylan since he had sold his apartment when he made plans to move to Bucharest and then didn't go. She kept trying to convince him to stay with her and he would have loved to but the relationship was still fresh and he didn't want to strain it. Plus he wasn't used to living with someone, especially someone as messy as Dylan. While he loved her some of her habits like leaving the lid off the toothpaste, and her clothes piled on the chair in the bedroom bothered him.

Dylan kissed him again and climbed out of bed and headed for the bathroom. "I'm going to take a quick bath." Just as she had the bathroom door shut the telephone rang. "Can you please get that," she yelled. Anthony hated answering the phone but he did anyway.

"Hello?"

"Anthony it's Natalie, is Dylan there?" On her end of the line Natalie waited while Anthony got her fellow angel.

Anthony opened the bathroom door and held the phone out to a naked Dylan. "Hey," she yelled, "you could have knocked." He looked her up and down shook his head "no" and handed her the phone. Giggling she pushed him out of the bathroom.

"Hello?" she said as she adjusted the water temperature.

"Hey it's me. Bosley called and Charlie has a case for us."

"On a Sunday?" asked Dylan disappointedly.

"Yeah, not my idea of a good time either but angels never rest."

"What time?"

"Bosley said that Charlie would be calling about noon."

"Okay I'll be there." Dylan clicked the off button and slowly sank into the hot water that filled the tub. There was a light knock at the door. "Come in," she called. Anthony peaked around the door. "That was Natalie," she said and he gave her one of his looks. "Yeah I know you already knew that. I hate to give bad news but I have to work today."

"Its alright." he said entering and kneeling on the floor near the tub. Dylan still hadn't gotten used to the sound of his voice. He spoke to her but it was rare. Anthony reached in a grabbed the wash cloth and began washing her back. "Thanks. Are you sure it's not a problem? I know I promised to help you at Dimitri's today."

"No problem at all. I'll go take care of it. Will you come by later?"

"Aren't you talkative today?" she said splashing him with bubbles. He just cocked an eyebrow at her and reached out for a loose strand of hair that didn't make it to the top of her head. Before she could protest he yanked it out. "Ow! Damn that hurts. I really wish you would at least ask. Maybe cut it off instead of pulling." She noticed the petulant look on his face. Perhaps she was being a little rough on him after all it was the first hair he had taken in a little over a week. "I'm sorry," she said kindlier, "you have been better about it."

"I don't take anyone else's," he said.

"I know and for that I should be happy. I don't think Alex would like it much if you started taking hers or Jason for that matter. I've always meant to ask you, why didn't you ever take Nat's?"

Anthony leaned over and whispered in her ear, "I don't like blondes."

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With Anthony's help Dylan arrived at the office at eleven thirty. They had agreed that she would drive out to Dimitri's later to meet him. When she arrived at the office as usual the other angels were already there. "Wow you're on time," said Alex who was in a very perky mood, "It looks like maybe Anthony's perfectionism is having a good influence on you." Dylan lifted an eyebrow. "And he is apparently teaching you how to say a thousand words with your eyes." Dylan tossed a couch pillow at her and Natalie laughed.

"I told her the same thing last night. So how is Mr. Perfect?" asked Nat.

"Still great. We did have a little set back in the area of hair pulling but I guess it isn't that big of deal," said Dylan as she poured herself a cup of coffee. "I think he was a little disappointed that I couldn't go with him today."

"Oh that's right today you were going to clean out the old house he was left," said Nat.

"If we aren't too long I'm going to drive up and meet him later."

"Dylan," said Alex sitting on the couch next to her, "I have to tell you I still don't completely trust him BUT he does make you happy and Jason convinced me that that was enough to try to be nicer."

"Thanks Alex."

The office door opened and Bosley entered with a young woman not too much older than the angels. She was wearing a calf length black skirt, a cream colored blouse. Her long chestnut colored hair was piled on top of her head. Bosley offered her a chair and hit the speaker phone button.

"Good morning Angels," came the voice of their boss.

"Good Morning Charlie," said the angels in unison.

"Let me introduce you to your new client. This is Ekaterina Dunayevskaya." Ekaterina nodded to each of the angels. "Ms. Dunayevskaya was a junior curator at the Hermitage and is now in charge of acquisitions at the Los Angeles Museum of Art. These are my angels, Natalie Cook, Dylan Sanders, and Alex Munday."

"I am very pleased to meet you. I suppose this is where I begin to tell you my tale," said their client in a clipped British accent. "First I know my name is a mouthful so please call me Kate. As Charlie said I am in charge of acquisitions at the LAMA. I just started this past week and already there is a problem. I made arrangements to have several of the Faberge eggs on display here in LA. They arrived two days ago on the Russian freighter Troika and when I checked them at customs they were fine, perfect, originals. The problem came later when I removed them from the crate. They weren't the originals but replicas. Its not obvious and I doubt anyone aside from myself and Mr. Petrov the curator at the Hermitage would know the difference."

"Do you have any idea who might be behind the theft?" asked Alex

"Honestly since I just arrived I barely know any of the staff at all. I have no idea who would steal the eggs."

"Bosley," said Charlie and Bosley handed out a folder to each angel, "Since Ms.Kate, is new in the folders you will find profiles on the staff and their pictures. For now you need to analyze the information and narrow down the suspects."

"The exhibit opens in a three days. I'm sure we can pass off the fakes but they will eventually have to be returned to Russia. I cannot possibly send anything back but the originals."

"How long does the exhibit run?" asked Natalie flipping though her information.

"Two months but if any word of this gets out I'm sure to be fired and perhaps imprisoned for stealing the eggs myself. The Russian authorities would not be please to know that the part of their priceless collection is missing."

"We will find who stole the eggs Ms. Dunayevskaya, Kate." said Dylan. "I think the first thing we need to do is find out who is in the market for the eggs. I doubt a museum employee would steal them just to put them on the mantel. I'll check out private collectors who might be interested in something like a hundred year old jeweled egg."

"Good thinking. I'll check out the customs area," said Alex. "Never know the inspectors who saw them come in could know something as well."

"Then its all taken care of," said Kate with a sigh. "I feel better already knowing that you are handling this," she said standing. "Then I will see the three of you tomorrow?" The angels nodded. "Good and I am so sorry for disturbing you on a Sunday but I don't think I could have made it to tomorrow without knowing it was being taken care of."

"No problem at all," said Natalie shaking their client's hand. Then the others shook her hand in turn and Bosley led her towards the door.

"You know," said Dylan "I didn't think I would like her at first but I did."

"Me too. She didn't seem to be the type that would kill us first chance she got," said Alex.