A/N: UPDATED UPDATED UPDATED (does happy dance). I would've had this up last night but it was my prom (formal), so it didn't happen. This chapter is told from Angela's point of view, and the last line from the previous chapter will certainly come into play here.

Don't own them, never will, original characters are mine, song belongs to Edwin, haven't we been through this before?

Angels working overtime
Day or night to hold the hands that bled all alone
A babe is born pure to the world as the old man lays down his head
And closes his eyes with nothing said
Every year another promise is made
A pint of beer raised towards a better day
Lets find a star, a star to call our own
And make a wish, maybe we can make it home

Alive- Edwin

I knew that, by driving away, Don and the team were going to take excellent care of her… they always did. Mac and the rest of the people Don worked with loved Charlotte to death.

Charlotte had come to my mother and asked to work on a 'special project'. My mother bent down and listened as Charlotte whispered her plan to her.

My mother's mouth contracted in an O of understanding. She smiled and looked over at me.

"It's a grandma thing…" she signed.

I smiled back, nodding and leaving the kitchen.

About half and hour later I came back from upstairs and saw my daughter waiting by the door, a brown paper lunch bag in her hands.

"All ready to go, Mommy!" she announced as she signed. She was picking it up, slowly, but she was picking it up.

"Okay," she went out to the car, said goodbye to my mother, and drove back to New York. It wasn't a very long drive. Every so often I would glance back and see Charlotte looking at a book we kept in the car, a couple of times she'd put it down and looked out the window.

After dropping her off at the lab with Don, I went off to the market. Charlotte had asked me to pick up some apples and grapes. Actually, she'd really taken a shine to frozen grapes. She'd have those for snacks, and she'd even gotten her dad onto them too.

I felt someone tap my shoulder as I went through the rows upon rows of fresh fruit and vegetables. Turning around, I came face to face with someone I hadn't seen for a very long time.

"Katie?" I signed

"Angela?" her mouth dropped open. "Oh my Goodness! You look amazing!"

I smiled. "It's good to see you too."

"Last I heard you were married to a cop and had a baby…" Katie signed. "By the way, where is she?"

I winced. "Oh, uh… Charlotte is spending the day with her dad."

Katie nodded. "You and Don? Is that his name? Well I heard from Carrie, who works on the same floor as you, do you know Carrie?"

"I know Carrie," I answered. I knew her, sure, but that doesn't mean I have to enjoy working with her. All I ever saw her in were short skirts and barely-there tops that worked true to their name. Her tops barely held her cleavage in. She flirted with every available male that walked by. She even tried to get Don into bed when he and I were still married. Needless to say she backed off after I threatened to give her a split lip. Of course I knew Carrie, the bitch who tried to convince me that she and Don were having an affair so I would leave him and she could make a move. News flash honey, Don is a detective, we are crime reporters, detectives search for evidence, and I knew how to find it. There was no evidence of an affair whatsoever, so the claim was dead before it even got up off the ground.

I'm not jealous of Don's flirting, no. I knew he was a flirt when I married him, actually I thought it was cute. I just don't like Carrie; in fact I can't stand her.

"Well, she said that you and Don were practically attached at the hip!"

I grimaced. "Well, Katie…" I started. "Don and I divorced a few months ago."

Her mouth dropped open in shock.

"But I still love him…" I told her. "We agreed we were going to give it another try."

Katie nodded. "There's a café just down the street…" she signed, pointing to the little Mom and Pop operation that adorned the corner near the fruit and vegetable stand where we were standing. "Want to go grab some coffee? You can tell me all about it."

I nodded. Handing my money over to the vender, I paid for the apples, grapes, and I'd picked up some fresh cucumbers and carrots too, and Katie and I went off.

Sitting down with our coffee, I proceeded to tell her everything. About how we'd started out fine, how Charlotte loved being with us, how things had started to deteriorate, and finally how everything had finally come to a head when I had thrown that glass at him as he went out the door to work. I'd handed him divorce papers that same night.

Katie said nothing… she listened intently as my fingers flew.

That was probably a lot of information to take in at once, but Katie waited until I was done. We drank our coffee, discussing love, life, kids, marriage, men… anything we wanted.

When I finally looked at my watch, and realized that I should probably call Don to see how Charlotte was doing. When I did, Don quickly switched on the video phone. From the look on his face something wasn't right.

"Angela, come pick Charlotte up as soon as is humanly possible!"

"Why? What's wrong?"

"Phony gas leak in the lab. We're trying to negotiate with IRA extremists…"

"What!" My hands were flying once again as I bounded out of my seat. Leaving Katie dumbfounded, I grabbed whatever I could and ran back to my car. I didn't care how fast I was going, or how many laws I was breaking to get there, all I knew was that I needed to get to my baby.

When I was only a block from the lab I was suddenly stuck in traffic. I could see literally the thousands of people who were clogging the streets.

"I don't have time for this!" I got out of the car and ran as fast as I could to the lab. Everyone was outside; the sidewalk was literally a sea of people. My eyes found Sid and Peyton, Lindsay had joined them, but I still couldn't see Don and Charlotte.

As I made my way closer to the door, I suddenly spotted them surrounded by police vehicles. Charlotte was in Don's arms, her own arms wrapped around his neck. I could tell from her body language that she was crying.

"Don!" I shouted. It hurt to yell, my lisp made it difficult. Running over to them, he enveloped me in a tight but quick hug and handed Charlotte to me. Unsure of what was happening, she screamed.

"Mommy's got you, Charlotte!" Again, I was speaking, and it hurt. I looked to Don, whose determination to keep Charlotte and I safe had never wavered.

"Get her out of here, Angela! Get her home!" his hands flew; his tone aggressive. It was unintentional, he was worried.

"But…"

"GO!" he turned from us and ran toward the building, when all of a sudden an explosion threw him backward into his cruiser, a piece of debris flying toward him and pinning him to the hood.

"Don!" I screamed, keeping Charlotte away.

Dear God, no!

What was I going to do?