Author's note: I was watching the cast video blogs, and this came to mind. Yes, another oneshot. Deal with it. I'll write another, longer CollinsAngel fic later.

There were bodies everywhere around her. At first they were calm, anxious, watching the woman onstage. From time to time there was a scuffling of feet, or a cough. Soon enough, the crowd erupted in a wave of cow noises. She blinked and looked over her shoulder at Collins. The man shrugged, and was about to say something when the sound of an argument broke out somewhere. The police among the crowd were shouting something, and the balance of the mob shifted. There was turmoil, and she didn't like it. She was about to reach behind her to make sure he was still there, when a pair of hands grabbed her waist. They were not hands she knew. They were not welcome. "Let him go!" She struggled, seeing Collins through those bodies, reaching out for his hand. "Let me GO!" She yelled as the cop holding her pulled her away yet again. Okay, now it was time to drop the act. An angry scowl flashed past her features as she spotted another one coming towards her. A swift and precise kick was timely dealt to his chest. Another thing heels were useful for. The one holding her back hesitated for a moment, just enough for her to struggle free and break into a run among the bodies, following the sound of Collins' voice.

The cold night was such a welcome change from the hostility of the building. Taking in a lungful of air, Angel smiled as she spotted Collins and the others at the entrance of Life Cafe. "You okay? I was worried you'd gotten left behind." He said. "I'm fine, honey. I may look fragile but I can stand my own just fine..." She replied, smoothing out her white skirt.