A/N: I bored the title from the Mother Superior - I so love that scene, especially how Dylan looks, when she says that:

Chapter 20: And he really is an angel …

Killing the woman who had started this whole mess had been so easy, but he was still worried for he knew there was already a replacement out there. Finally long after the police had raided his apartment, he went back. It was dark and no streetlights that actually worked near his old place. It was like a never ending series of losses that came over him. His inner rest, his way of life, the Mother Superior, obviously all his chances with the angel, then his poor murdered contact and the loss of his apartment, where he had spend most of his life outside the orphanage.

He did not went inside - he only went up to look whether is notepad was still there, he remembered that the angel had it there, but he had forget to take it with him, after he had been shot and reawakened. He wanted to read what he had told her, thinking what she had said, maybe finding the right train of thoughts to calm her fury down. But it was not there anymore, only a few sheets of paper lay there.

'Anthony, I am sorry, I know now you had nothing to do with Alex accident - please contact me, tell me where to go or come to my place, but we need to sort his out.'

Something in-between had been crossed out completely, but even though the message, filled him with new hope. All he had to do now was keeping her safe from the killer. Which would be very difficult task. He only knew one other replacement from his organisation and he had killed him himself long ago. How was he to find him, before he killed the doctor or was able to harm the other angel. He doubted that he would go after the angel in the hospital, but the idea also struck him.

Since he could not be everywhere he drove to the agency, where he hid between other parking cars and watched the building for a while. It was a beautiful place, but also very light and full of full scale windows - he saw with the eye of an expert that it was all top standard security glass. This building was much stronger that the old one before, but then it was a building for a new time and not a relict from the cold war put to good use.

He had no idea how many persons where inside and he doubted that the killer would get inside without causing the alarm to go off. He probably needed some on the inside. Therefore he decided to go checking on the other Angel. Her car was at her home and all seemed quite calm. Except for a few midnight joggers on the beach nobody was around and he decided to rest a bit. Tomorrow he could follow the investigation of his newest murder and this might lure his colleague out.

But the next day developed quite differently. He followed Natalie - the blonde angel - back to the hotel and then he had to watch how she talked to the other blond with the perky nose, that had been talking to Dr. Sattler shortly before he had finished her off. He had the feeling they knew each other, but he could not make out her lips or get close enough to listen. Then a police car came to close to his parking space and he gently pulled out.

Luckily the officers were not alarmed, but as he returned from a different street to the scene, the blonde woman had departed from the angel and was nowhere to be seen. So he tailed her. At least that way he got a chance to see Dylan, but the red headed angel seemed never be alone. In the hospital, in the internet-café and then they already left for the agency. Waiting some time in front of it, he got the idea that he might catch her at the apartment.

She had seemed rather uncomfortable in the clothes she had worn since he rescued from O'Grady and he hoped that she might stopped by her place to change. Then he could warn her, that they better stayed with the Doctor inside no matter what happened. The killer might try to set up a fire outside, but it would hardly be a danger to anyone inside not with that kind of security. This Charles Townsend was for sure very concerned about his employees - and rather ruthless to anyone who betrayed him. At least judging from what Knox had told him about his father.

He often had wondered why Dylan lived in an area like this, while the others resided at more expensive spots all over the city. He had seen the Asian Angels place and the residence near the beach was quite exclusive also. His angel had an apartment even smaller than his, but more colourful and less tidy. He picked up a blue something from the couch and realised holding it up that it was a bra of hers. Slightly embarrassed he dropped it and put a pillow from the ground on top of it.

Also he had been close to her several times, kissed her and carried her - touching her underwear made him feel like violating a forbidden territory. He had read about guys stealing underwear from their objects of desire, but to him this was truly perverse. Maybe some thought the same about his habit, but hair was open - to see for everyone and not so close to the more intimate zones of a woman.

Being here he knew why he had been afraid to come here before. This place was so alien and yet everything here part of who his angel was. The living room had several posters - mostly of movies he had heard of but no real clue what it really was. It must be important to her - or why else should she hang them up. The first was about a woman in shorts with guns who stood with her back to the camera and had a strange glare back to the observer. Over the logo TOMB RAIDER was a signature: "For Dylan, a real action star, from Angie."

A card was pinned next to it. A birthday greeting from this movie guy, the Asian Angel dated, obviously he had given the angel this one.

He was about to examine the next poster as he saw Dylan's car pulling by down the street. Quickly he closed the blends, he did not wanted her to notice his presence immediately. Old habits seemed to die hard, for he had no reason to believe she would turn and run, if she noticed earlier.

And she did not, he realised, actually she was not that surprised about his presence. She was open this time and he felt it much easier to explain himself that last time. Yet being so close to her was difficult. He wanted to get close to her, but not if she did not want him to and he had not idea how to figure that out without upsetting her again. So he kept his distance and the more he could explain her without seeing that painful disregard she had the last time in her eyes, the more comfortable he felt.

That she wanted him to stop killing was not that surprising, but he could not give that promise to her. He would always kill for her without a second thought. She seemed to know that too and with the second option he was willing to give in. He was anyway aware that he could not go on like before if he wanted her to accept him. There was so much he wanted, some of it so bold that he could not bring himself to thing about it.

He wanted to stay with her or wanted he her to stay with him? Anyway he saw it he felt, that it was of no importance as long he could hold her, hold her with her wanting it truly. Before he always felt that there was part of her, that was drawn to him, but in the cold light of the day, her mind and soul would always keep away from him. In that moment he made nodded his agreement to her request, he realised that he was willing to keep it that way, if only she would have him in her life. If that was to happen he knew he could leave everything else behind, but he knew the darkness in him too well to actually believe that this was going to happen.

Nevertheless he could hope and rejoice this moment. She looked so lovely in the candlelight. He had thought her too be beautiful before, whenever he thought of her, he remembered part of her that struck him to be special. Her fighting skills in the alley, then the fragrance of her hair, the beauty she radiated despite the peril she had been in at Knox's place, even in that grotesque outfit at the coal bowl was her smile the most striking asset of her. Maybe one day he could tell her that, it seemed not right to write it down.

Instead he explained her over the killer and what he had seen. She was already on her way to the phone while he was writing down what else he knew about the case, as she suddenly mentioned something about a message. Inquiring further he realised that his replacement must have been behind this. He had put her cell phone in his apartment and this is where he must have got it. Was he here, most unlikely he had realised him. Maybe the lights were out for a special reason or a special time.

He grabbed her and pulled her out of the apartment down the stairs. His feeling had not betrayed him. Multitalented as most of his colleagues were - the trap had been a pre-timed bomb. Just in time he had got her out and managed to shield her against the explosion. Being far enough away to remain unharmed - the after effects like falling pieces of the construction were still an eminent danger.

Even he was shocked by the extent of the destruction. It was not a precise bomb - the killer had willingly sacrificed anyone else on the next floors and the next neighbour. All that at a time where most people came home from work. Considering that he was in the same organisation he was even more uncomfortable with his way of life than before. He looked at Dylan who was still holding his arm staring at her former home.

If there was one thing about the angels he had difficulties with it was their temper. Suddenly she told him that she had to call the others and pulled him right with her over the street into a small store. The black guy looked interested at the fire at least at first, then his attention seemed to wander to him. Normally he would have left, but hanging on the phone he saw that something was not quite right and he had good idea what it was.

He grabbed a paper and approached Dylan. She confirmed his fears and added a new problem. He offered her to take care of the killer, but he could not deny the logic her argument that her associates - who ever they are - could be a source of unwelcome complications. It would be too bad if he accidentally killed someone in self-defence instead of ending this scenario. More than anything he wanted to show her that he would do anything for her. So know that meant to trust her - also he feared that he might leave her needless on her own. After all the blonde could take care of her self, but no more or less than his angel could.

He agreed and let her write down the address for him. He truly hoped that Natalie was not attacking him. He recalled that she was pregnant. He saw Dylan rushing away pressing that they need to hurry and then out of the blue, she kissed him. It went so far, that he was at first paralysed like a tin soldier, before her laid his arms around her. Almost too short to memorise he was left with a confusion and an even stronger longing for her warmth.

Like she said they had too hurry, the faster he checked out the address and Natalie, the sooner he could go back to her side. So he went quickly to his Venturi. Seeing her ready to enter her car his worries came up anew. This killer was more like a madmen and he was afraid to find Dylan like he found his contact, but she had seen this as well and he trusted her to be careful. Nodding towards her as she faced him, he got in his car and then he went off.

He was a bit more careful on the speed limit, but then he did not want to have to kill a police officers that stopped him. Only as he saw smoke lighting from the street where the address lead him, he stepped on the gas and hit the brakes hard. It was an apartment building, but with bigger, more expensive flats - nonetheless it burned just as well. The whole flat on the left side was burning from all windows on the front.

People stood in front of it - some whimpered about their homes in danger and the fire squad being late, he had not time to listen. Without hesitation he jumped through the first window. He landed in the living room, - where all curtains had gone up in smoke, the thick air made him cough. The carpet swelled already and only the quality of the furniture had kept the fire from spreading to fast. Outside the people screamed, but that was not his problem.

Since nobody was here, he rushed inside the kitchen, wish was also empty, but he grabbed a towel and water. Thus shielded against the smoke he quickly checked the other rooms. He cursed himself that he had not checked the closed door first, for in the guest room, lay the blonde angel tied to the bed surrounded by fire. Quickly he dropped the towel on her nose and mouth, also being unconscious, the angel was coughing suppressed. Quickly he cut off the rope that kept her tied on the bed, rolled her inside the blanket and jumped out of the burning window.

He brought the angel to the front lawn. With the fresh air the rest of the house was now quickly catching fire, but he doubt that anyone else was inside. The people surrounded them and wondered who she was and why there was rope tied around her wrists and ankles. Then another men pushed himself through announcing that he was a doctor and took care of Natalie.

The silent assassin was confused, was this also the work of the killer? Had he taken care of Dylan that way and in the meantime prepared this scenario for the other one. It seemed not likely - also being quite over-destructive, he could not believe that having the opportunity to kill her, he left her behind alive even in a burning house. His thoughts were interrupted by the doctor yelling: "Damn it, this woman needs air, where are the fire trucks? And you - fellow - how did you knew she was there - what kinky games did you play in Miss Dawson's flat?"

Backing off he shrugged his shoulders. He needed to get away fast, but then just in time, the trucks finally came and to everyone's surprise the trucks were from a entirely different station from the other side of town. With the main attention now on the firemen and their attempt to stop the fire from spreading - for there was nothing to be done for the house itself, he decided to stay. Concentrated oxygen was given to the blond angel and the doctor said she needed to be taken to the hospital.

An ambulance unloaded a stretcher and they put the angel on it. He just wanted to listen, where they would bring the girl, as she suddenly blinked at him and removed the oxygen mask coughing softly something that sounded like Anthony. He had not expected that, but he stepped closer. The para-medic was pressing the mask back on but as he was close enough she removed it.

"Dawson has Jason", she pressed out between her lips, then she closed her eyes and coughed more.

"That's enough", the medic said and put it back on resting his hand on it, to make sure this time it stayed there. "Men, are you alright?", asked the doctor, locking at his cheek. For the first time he realised the injury he had taken. Also his lungs burned a bit, he was not in immediate need of medical assistance. He shook his head, but then he wrote something down. Maybe it was better to inform them that this woman was pregnant. While the medic was wondering about how he knew this, he departed and ran to his car. Before anyone could stop him he rushed away - towards the agency.