I was having a hard time breathing with a sharp knife pressed against my throat. And Castiel stood by the door, his gun now trained to Julian's head, who also happened to have a gun with him.

I heard some struggling and fighting from outside. I wondered how many men came for this raid. After a few seconds, Raphael arrived as well, dressed in pizza delivery worker's clothes. I was slightly disappointed that it was only an act. I was in the mood for a real pizza.

I closed my eyes and told myself to come back to my senses. I could die right now. The man holding the knife to my throat was a doctor. He's got the skills for a precise cut and kill.

Seeing Raphael coming in as well, Dr Sullivan stepped back, wary. He gestured to the knife in his hand as a warning. Raphael pointed his gun at Dr Sullivan in response. What more will they do now? A staring competition?

"Get out of the room and we won't kill her," Dr Sullivan warned.

"No can do," Castiel replied right away. Wow, he must really hate me.

The knife pressed harder at the side of my neck. I gasped as I felt a slight sting. From Castiel and Raphael's reactions, I deduced that he must have done this to show that his threat was real.

If I did not do anything, Dr Sullivan and his sidekick would be able to run away. I looked at Julian who was two meters away from Dr Sullivan and I. I cast a glance downward at the knife. If I tried to move away in any direction, the knife would definitely come in contact with the neck again, with full damage.

I looked at Castiel who was pointing a gun at Julian. He gave me a side glance. He looked down and nodded at me. I gave him a puzzled look. What did he want to say? I tried to look down but the knife stopped me.

Okay, I got it. I took a deep breath and counted.

One...

Two...

Three!

I stomped hard on Dr Sullivan's foot. Considering that I was wearing heels, it must have hurt. Hissing in surprise, he looked out and moved his hand away from my throat. Seizing the opportunity, I grabbed the hand holding the knife and turned it around as I got out of his reach.

It must have hurt as I twisted his hand. He dropped the knife and I kicked it sideways. Seeing what was going on, Julian's gun turned towards me. I copied Dr Sullivan's earlier move, positioning myself behind him and kicked him in Julian's direction.

Julian's gun went up as he fell, a gunshot sound resonating in the building.

Raphael and Castiel rushed into action. The brave me ran out of the room.

I was going to run out of the apartment but then decided against it. There could be a possibility of one of them running away. They may need me, my delusional self thought.

I peeked into the room again to see Castiel raining blows onto Dr Sullivan. Ha! Yes! Served him right. Make mashed potatoes out of him!

Castiel, being of a bigger built and having lots of training, easily empowered Dr Sullivan. It was obvious that this was not his field of expertise.

However, Julian was more skilled at fighting. Raphael had kicked his gun aside when he fell. He couldn't reach for it as he was busy defending himself from Raphael's punches. He held himself well at first when he managed to block Raphael's punches. But his fighting skills were more unstable compared to Raphael's calculated moves. Raphael had the upper hand because of professional training. I kept analysing their actions, acting as a commentator in my head.

As Julian continued resisting, I saw his furrowed eyebrows. He knew he wouldn't be able to last. Swinging a fist at Raphael, temporarily holding him back, Julian rushed to the door. Exactly where I was standing.

I was standing there in case they needed me but my fighting skills are worse. I sucked at fighting but playing tricks were my fort.

I hurried aside, against the wall to let Julian run past without harming me. Then, as he sprinted by, I stretched one foot out. And boom, he fell hard on the floor. I moved away in case he got up to attack me.

Another agent came with handcuffs. Raphael prevented Julian from standing up while the agent put the handcuffs on him. I took the other handcuffs to Castiel who was handling a half-conscious, completely battered Dr Sullivan.  

"Don't you think you kinda overdid it?" I commented, cringing at Castiel's victim's face.

"I'll take him," said the other agent, entering and dragging Dr Sullivan mercilessly out of the room.

My eyes followed them and returned back to Castiel.

"So...admit it. I did a great job," I grinned at him expectantly.

"Very few things can make me worry but congrats, your stupidity is one of them," he finally said, pursing his lips with disapproval.

"And very few things can affect me but pity, your nasty remarks ain't one of them," I retorted back, rolling my eyes.

He sighed and looked at me intensely. He raised one hand, approaching my face. I was about to speak again when his hand grabbed my face, squeezing my cheeks.

"Wbht urr yah dwing?" I spluttered.

He pushed my face aside, analysing my neck. He let go of my face and touched my neck instead. It stung again.

Castiel raised his hand in front of me again. "This is the result of your great job," he said, showing me the blood on his fingers.

"AND five men arrested," I added proudly.

"You are too ambitious," Castiel said, shaking his head, going out.

"I learned from the best," I piped in with a smile, following him.

☆☆☆

"Yikes, that's so frikitty tickitty bad. I'm telling you it stings! Stop!" I exclaimed, trying to push Castiel away, as I sat on the counter in his kitchen.

His arm rounded around my neck even harder, preventing me from moving as he cleaned the slight 'scratch' that I got.

He dragged me in his apartment after seeing my 'bad' method of first aid. It was simply a light cut so I thought putting multiple band-aids to cover it would do the job. But apparently, it didn't.

"Stop kicking your legs," he instructed while I continued resisting. He was too slow. It seemed that he enjoyed seeing me in pain. He stood nearer, capturing my legs between his, to prevent me from moving.

I forgot how to breathe.

"C-can you put your face away? You're in my breathing space!" I stammered.

He didn't reply, concentrating hard on the trivial task.

I closed my eyes and prayed that he finish soon. After a few more seconds, he moved his hand away.

"There. That's how it's done," he said. I placed my hand on my neck, feeling it completely covered. I opened my eyes and I was met with Castiel's face only two inches away from mine. I immediately moved away due to the proximity.

"Yeah, okay. Thanks. Move away," I blurted, with a flustered face.

"Ooh, what's going on?" I heard a voice from outside the kitchen. I took a look and spotted Raphael entering.

"Nothing," Castiel and I echoed.

Raphael stood still, glancing between us back and forth as if trying to figure out something. Then, he shrugged. "Move, then. You're blocking my way to the fridge."

Castiel and I gave him a weird look. Castiel moved his legs to free mine as I jumped off the counter. "It's my fridge though," he mumbled.

"Yes, I never said it was mine," Raphael countered nonchalantly. The shameless guy walked to the fridge, opening it and examining what treasures lied inside.

Castiel shook his head with a sigh and got out of the kitchen. Seeing that he was gone, I also joined Raphael, taking a peek inside. Hmm, some bottles of water, veggies, fruits...boring. I looked in the freezer.

Then I looked at Raphael who returned my grin. We fist bumped and took out the ice cream. Both of us took a bowl each and head to the living room, lying on the sofa and making ourselves comfortable as Raphael turned on the TV.

Castiel joined us after a few minutes. I noticed that he changed into more comfortable clothes. He didn't join us. Instead, he only stood with some sort of expression of his face that I couldn't figure out. I felt like he was going to cry.

With a mouthful of ice cream, I said, "You should thank me. I left some for you. Raph was going to take everything but I stopped him."

He pursed his lips, went to the kitchen and returned back with the box of ice cream. I had never seen such a sad look on his face before. I slapped his back in comfort.

"It's okay, you'll get a better one next time," I offered.

His glare returned again and I quickly looked back to the TV.

We sat in silence for a while. Then I turned to Raphael. "By the way, are you okay? You took quite a punch earlier," I remarked, seeing his swollen cheek and red knuckles.

"It's not bad compared to more dangerous situations we went through before. The swelling will go away in time," he shrugged.

"Okay. But if you need some fix-up or if it's hurting, you can ask Castiel. He is good at it," I said, nodding at Castiel.

Raphael raised an eyebrow at Castiel, who shook his head firmly.

"He is," I insisted, "Even back in school, he was good at it. He had once bandaged my head due to an injury that I received...from himself, actually. I got hit by his ball," I frowned at the memory.

"It was an accident," Castiel mumbled, with a scowl.

"Aw, how cute," Raphael cooed at us. "Tell me more," he said, putting one leg over the other, his hands resting on his knees, leaning forward for gossip.

I stared at him. Castiel stared at him. He stared at us.

Castiel stood up. "I have to make a call," he said and walked away.

Raphael's eyes followed him, then returned back to me, expectantly. I shrugged. He rushed to my side. "So how close are you both? I was itching to ask that but I was afraid of another punch. I've never heard him talk to you during the past few years I've known him but you always came up when he talked about high school memories. So?" he nudged me.

"We were...," I trailed off, searching for an appropriate word to define our relationship, "uhm, classmates," I finished.

"Obviously, but how close were you both?" Raphael scoffed.

"We were not," I replied.

"So...you weren't friends?" he confirmed. I nodded.

"So you were enemies?"

I nodded again.

"You hate him?"

"Well...yeah or maybe not. He just pisses me off sometimes. But he's okay on rare occasions. I can talk with him like civilised people one second and try to murder him the next second," I attempted to explain.

"So, you can admit he's likeable for at least a second?" Raphael said, grinning.

"What do you mean? And stop smiling like that," I asked, annoyed. He had that look, the one where he was constructing a scheme in his head.

"Are you both quite finished? We need to head back to the headquarters for the interrogation of the suspects," I heard and turned back to see a well-dressed Castiel walking towards the door. Oh right, we were in his apartment.

"I'll come as well!" I exclaimed, shooting off my seat.

Castiel had the 'not again' look on his face. "Don't you have work or any other things to do?" he asked with hope.

"I refuse to work on another day off. Wait for me. I'll change and come back in one minute!"

"Same!" Raphael said, getting up as he followed me out of Castiel's apartment.

I rushed to Judy's apartment. She was lying on the sofa, with a book. She looked surprised to see me.

"Forgot to inform you I'll be returning earlier. But more free time for you. I'm going to...hang out with Castiel," I said, excusing myself as I rushed in my room.

Seeing as those agents are always dressed in suits, I searched for black pants and the white blouse I usually wore to work. This would match with them, I nodded at myself in the mirror.

In one minute, I was ready to go. I walked out of the apartment without looking at Judy again.

Castiel looked surprised to see me ready in one minute. "What?" I demanded, standing by his side.

"I thought you'd take as much time as Raphael does," he said, shaking his head.

"What do you mean?" I asked, confused.

"Let's wait," he chuckled.

Thirty minutes later, Raphael came out of his apartment. I stared blankly at him, crossing my arms.

He grinned at us, ignoring the look I was giving him. He did a twirl and brushed his hand through his blond curls. "How do I look?" he asked.

"Like trash," I said, withholding all expressions from my face.

"Right," Castiel pursed his lips, hiding a smile. "Let's go."

We went forward, ignoring the dramatic gasp behind us.

☆☆☆

I walked into the room which was separated by the interrogation room with a glass. I saw Mr Ford already seated, discussing something with Shooky.

He smiled as I walked in with his two agents. He stood up and approached us.

"Good job capturing these goons," he expressed, nodding at the two agents. Then he turned to me, "And thank you as well. Without you, we wouldn't have been able to get them all together so soon."

"It's my dut- I mean it's my pleasure, sir," I beamed.

He nodded and told us, "The interrogation session is over for now. You should all head to the meeting room where the others are. I'll join you in a while."

I sighed and gave Mr Ford a polite smile. As I turned around and headed to the meeting room with Castiel and Raphael, I nudged Raphael harshly with my elbow. He yelped, making me smile with satisfaction. "You made us miss it," I huffed.

Raphael huffed back and pinched my arm.

I gaped at his guts.

"You gutter rat!" I slapped the back of his head.

He pulled out his tongue at me and flicked my head.

I felt the temperature rise on my face. This was war.

I swung my leg around for a kick. I missed due to Raphael's fast reflexes. I swung my hand and I missed again. By then, Raphael was smirking which made me more tempted to slap off that expression. Show off.

I ran to him but he kept dodging my moves, running even farther. I knew I needed serious practice compared to a professional agent. I ran after him, but he only laughed and sped up, going around the corner. He was more familiar with the headquarters, I couldn't keep up.

Turning around to face the indifferent Castiel who was walking his normal pace, I ran up to him or behind him, to be more specific.

I jumped on his back.

"After that man! Quick!"