Hello, everyone!

Thanks for your reviews and your kind words. They always keep me wanting to write more.

Chickenwriter: Calm down! Save some nails for the following chapters! I promise there's much more coming!

MsWings: Thanks for your encouragement! I agree with you in all you've said about fanfiction and about Monica and Andrew making the best couple! Don't worry! As long as I have one reader that enjoys my stories the way I write them, I'll consider myself truly blessed.

Yami to Fujikiri: ¡Juro que voy a arreglar las cosas! Dame chance. Deyse y tú son un duo terrible y prefiero no encontrármelas enojadas. Prefiero unirme al enemigo... Al fin y al cabo, las tres somos fans de cierta pareja de ángeles, ¿o no?

Elizagoth Dracula: I know you'll be wanting to know what's next, but I promise I'll make it worth waiting... even if you're the hardest reader I can get! Thanks for your support and for being my teacher, little sis! I loved your idea about the reply I should've been giving!

Holly star: Merci beaucoup, mon amie! Tu es toujours si gentille! Je remercie Dieu pour avoir des amies comme toi qui sont toujours prêtes à m'aider. J'espère que cette historie va te plaire.

Angelgirl36: Don't get too mad, please! I know, I know that resembles to many similar situations we're (unfortunately) familiar now. But, don' worry... this story will continue to be just as it started and just the way you like them. You can count on that!

Deyse: Obrigada, irmā! Eu sei que sempre posso contar com você e seu comentário é una enorme bençāo. Eu agradecerei sempre a Deus por ter me dado uma amiga como você!

Oh, and about the odd situations for an angel to be in... Deyse, you're forgetting our top one: our "beloved" Gloria doing drugs!

Hobbeth: I thank you for your advice about my spelling. English is not my first language (actually, it's the fourth one, so...) and I'll try to be more careful in the future.

Regarding to the romance between Monica and Andrew, I'm perfectly aware that didn't really exist in the show, so that's why not only me but many more people here and in all the forums about TBAA write about them being a couple.

I like them together, I like their image together (mostly maybe because of the actors), and as I don't really believe that there is an angel called Monica who happens to be crazy for coffee walking around out there and looking exactly like Roma Downey (even if I do believe in God, I acknowledge the existence of angels and I'm a religious person), I use her and Andrew and the other angels as what they are: characters of a TV show, just as Beauty and the Beast, Superman or Dr. Quinn or whoever you like, and just as any of the characters I've created for my own stories and novels. (Yes, I do write novels, besides short stories, movie screenplays, essays and articles. In fact, I am a professional writer in my country, and if you want to take a look at some of my work, you just have to write my complete name in the Google search tool).

This is not the first TBAA story I write and I guess most of the readers now know what to expect from me, specially when I clearly marked the story like "Romance".

I won't change the relationship between Monica and Andrew as it is what will give sense to the story, and I won't do it either because I've promised so to more than one of my readers and I think any person, writer or not, must keep her promises. As I said before, as long as I have one reader enjoying my stories the way I write them, I'll be pleased, and believe me I'll do: I've written more than 25 fanfic stories for just one special reader (and she'll know what I'm talking about...).

Besides, if I were going to write my stories exactly the same way the show is... I would better ask for a job as a screenplay writer in Moon Water productions!

BTW, I forgot to say what I had to say since the first chapter: that I don't use the characters, the songs (titles or part of the lyrics) or Neruda's poems to make any kind of money. This is just for fun.

Now, let's go to what matters the most...

Chapter 1

God only knows

"Monica, Tess is already waiting for you!" Andrew shouted from the bottom of the stairs. "She's already dressing, I can't hear the shower," the blond angel told the supervisor coming back to the kitchen. "We... hum... had a busy night yesterday... We thought you'd join us."

Tess smiled and patted his hand lovingly. "On Valentine's day? I knew you'd find something special to do and you'd rather do that without me!"

"You know we love you, Tess," Andrew said kissing her cheek.

"And I love you two too, angel boy. But I know that sometimes you need to be alone and I should be out of the way..." she replied mischievously and chuckled when she saw Andrew blushing and finding his empty coffee mug suddenly fascinating.

"Good morning, Tess!" Monica said going to hug her supervisor.

"Well, good morning, sleeping beauty! You've just saved Andrew to be scolded for keeping you awake till too late!" the dark skinned angel teased her.

"He'd have to be scolded for not taking coffee upstairs! He knows that's an effective way to wake me up!" the Irish angel joked serving herself a hot mug of her favorite drink and then took a seat beside Andrew, pecking him on the lips at his expression of mock annoyance.

"Ok, now we can discuss your new assignment, Miss Wings," Tess said seriously. "You're taking a post of executive secretary at Burgham enterprises. You'll be working with the president, Jamal Burgham."

"All right. And where will you be?" the small angel asked taking a piece of fruit from the plate Andrew had placed in front of her.

"Angel baby, this time neither Andrew nor me will be there. You're on your own..."

Monica had handled some assignments already alone, so that was not the part that scared her. It was the too solemn tone in Tess' voice. "What is this assignment about, Tess? All I know so far is that I had to be in this house, but the Father hasn't told me more..."

"I know, baby. I asked Him to be the one telling you." Tess moved her chair to be closer to her charge and took her hands. "Monica, I'll be direct. You're going to face Evil again. I know you've done it sometimes before and that the Father has always been there with you. I know He will too this time, but yet I have to warn you: it is not just one evil being this time. Your assignment is Jamal, a very rich and powerful man, but..."

"... but he has forgotten God," Monica ventured.

"Yes, but he has not only forgotten the Father. He has neglected Him in the worst way: Jamal has offered his soul to the Devil by the time of his death."

Monica took a sharp breath and opened her eyes, looking at Andrew and then at Tess. She could feel Andrew's hand rubbing her waist and she knew it was more for his own fear than to soothe her apprehension. "And his death is not far..." the little angel turned to see Andrew.

He knew he couldn't lie to her even when the scared look in her eyes made his heart ache. "No, baby. It may be coming..."

The rest of the breakfast was quiet and somber, and so was the trip to Monica's new office. Andrew had taken his normal seat at the back of the red Cadillac, but he had kept a hand on his beloved angel's shoulder, alternately combing her hair and rubbing her right arm. Once they had arrived to the office building, Tess parked the car and turned to see her charge. "Remember, angel girl, don't let them fool you. Be careful. Remember how the enemy works, attacking your weaknesses and using your fears. Don't let them deceive you."

"I'll be careful, Tess," Monica said leaning over to hug her supervisor. "God will always be with me."

"Yes, baby, He will."

Andrew has already jumped out of the car and was holding the door opened for her. When she descended, he pulled her into a fiercely protective hug. "Take care, Monica, please. God only knows what would become of me if I lost you."

She pulled apart a little to look at his eyes and found there the strong and deep love he felt for her. She cupped his cheek tenderly and made him lean down for a kiss. "I'll be fine, Andrew. You take care. Please, come back tonight?"

"Godspeed, baby. If I don't get assigned, I'll come to have dinner with you, ok?" he said giving her a last quick kiss.

"I'll be waiting for you."

Both Andrew and Tess saw her getting into the building before they left. "Can I give you a lift, angel boy?" the supervisor asked him.

"Yeah, thanks, Tess. I have to be at the County hospital in one hour," the angel of death answered seriously.

They drove for a while in an uncomfortable silence until the dark skinned angel talked. "Something's wrong, Andrew?"

The blond angel sighed. "I don't like the idea of Monica handling something like this and alone! You know how she is, how caring her heart is and if the enemy tries to use her weak points, she's going to suffer a lot! Wasn't anybody else to do this!"

"Are you insinuating that the Father made a wrong choice, angel boy?"

Andrew broke Tess' gaze and looked in front not really paying attention to anything. "It much feels like..." he confessed, "...although I know He always knows what He's doing."

"Yes, He knows, Andrew! He has his reasons to pick Monica out for this job even if we both would gladly trade places with her to spare her from danger! Against Evil we're all together in this war, but only the Father knows what the next movement will be. We have to trust Monica and trust Him over all!" the supervisor replied.

"I do trust Him... and I trust Him with her," Andrew spoke after some seconds in silence. "I just hope I don't get assigned at night to be able to come and check on her," he said getting out of the car and heading towards the hospital main entrance.

Monica walked somehow timidly towards the big black desk where a tall man was desperately looking for something among big piles of papers that were now all scattered around. He was wearing only his shirt and his tie was half loosen, showing clearly he was frantic for what he was searching. "E-excuse me, sir," Monica said cautiously. "I'm looking for Mr. Jamal Burgham."

"If your name's Monica and you're applying for the secretary post, you're hired," he said not taking his eyes off the papers.

The Irish angel chuckled lightly, her previous uncertainty immediately gone. "Yes, I am Monica," and she offered her hand to him.

Only then Jamal looked at her, taking her hand. "Monica? My new secretary?" he said carefully studying her, a weird spark in his eyes that she didn't like much. Jamal was looking at her examining her body and she could feel it. "Hum... Nice hair... Reddish," he said still holding her hand even when she had discretely tried to pull it away. "It matches my assistant's hair too. You'll know her soon. It seems that I'm condemned to live among reddish haired women. All right then," he said finally releasing her hand and walking to his office. "That's your desk, and if you can find among those the taxes payment receipts from the last year, you'll get a promotion in your salary since today."

Monica stood still until the door was closed and then sighed in resignation. She put away some papers to make room for her purse and started to order the mess. An hour later, she knocked at Jamal's door and walked into the office with the papers he had asked.

"These are all, Mr. Burgham. I checked twice," the little angel said.

"Call me Jamal," he replied while he looked at the papers. "Good job, Monica. I think we'll get along just fine!"

Monica smiled and sighed in relief, and then heard a new knock at the door.

"Come in! Oh, there you are!" Jamal exclaimed when he saw the two people coming. "Monica, I want you to meet my closer workers, my personal assistant and my driver."

Still smiling, the Irish angel turned to greet them, but her heart froze when she recognized them. "Kathleen! Gregory!" she exclaimed.