After that night at the bar, Gabriel personally escorted/zapped Christine safely back to her apartment after the cops had detained the student.
With much to Christine's disapproving, Gabriel had planted himself on her couch and refused to leave for that night. "Ain't no mountain high, and no valley low sugar. I'm stayin put." He proclaimed, casually resting his hands behind his head. He had been lucky that Chris was able to take care of herself that night... and lucky for that dick bag student that she had handled it and not himself. The kid would have surely not made it out of that encounter alive.

Christine let out an exasperated groan and rubbed hard at her eyes. "Fine. Just... stay the hell out of my room." She ordered.

He watch as she dragged herself into the bathroom, shoulders lax and head bobbing. It was apparent that the full day of school, work, a night on the town, and beating the crap out of a drunk frat boy had taken an obvious toll.
He eagerly listens as the shower was flipped on and after a few minutes of steady water flow went by, his ears perkin up at the familiar sound of singing.
Gabe smile to himself. Singing in the shower was a habit of Christine's he had picked up on soon after hanging around her apartment the first week, and the little shows had quickly become one of his favorite things to listen to. Her little performance was always the highlight of his evening, and the perfect way to close the day. Her time in the shower was pretty much the only time (sans her dreams) that she let her guard down and let loose. Either she had forgotten about him being there, or she thought he couldn't hear. He often wondered how she was able to keep up such a visaed for as long as she did. Living such a busy life with an attitude like hers couldn't possibly be anything but miserable.

He enjoyed her wide array of humming, whistling, and strait belting quite an eclectic array of music.
She wasn't the best singer ever by any stretch, but that only added to the comical charm.

Tonight, he could pick out lyrics from Aint No Mountain High Enough, and the archangel couldn't help but feel pleased with himself that his little quip earlier had made some kind of impression.

"If you ever need a helping hand... I'll be there on the double just as fast as I-"

THUD!

Her voice had been cut off mid lyric with a faint yelp.
Gabriel shot up from his place on the couch "Chris?" He called. A groan was all the response he got.
When he flashed into the bathroom, he took no time at flinging the shower curtain back, eliciting a scream from a rather mortified looking Christine. "Gabriel get out!" And much like usual and to her annoyance, he ignored her.

Christine was laying down in a rather uncomfortable looking position in the bottom tub, her hands clutching at her left knee which was quickly turning a deep purple.
"You beat the crap out of a grown man tonight but couldn't sing and shower at the same time?"

"GET OUT!" She screamed angrily up at him.

"And how are you gonna get out of there if I do? Seriously, can you even get up to turn the water off?"

She responded by chucking a bottle of conditioner at him.

Gabriel rolled his eyes. He knew she was stubborn enough at she would gladly wait there in that tub until her leg fell off or one of her coworkers took serious notice of her absence. Her obvious embarrassment only filed the anger that barricaded her shields.

"You're impossible." He grumbled, turning the shower off and tossing a towel over her.  "Come on, lemme have a look."
He didn't wait for her to protest as he sat on the edge of the tub. Christine shrinker away from him with a scowl, but obviously couldn't get far. Gabe swatted her hands away and he gently gripped under her knee. He couldn't help the unease in his heart as she  let out a pained cry at his touch, feeling her joint crumble in an unnatural way.

"Yup, you shattered your knee." He announced. "Multiple surgeries, weeks of physical therapy, and over a year with leg braces."
Christine's heart fell into her gut at his prognosis. "Or..." He reached out to place two fingers on her forehead.
A familiar warmth heated up in Chris's knee before the pain disappeared completely. Memories of her crash resurfacing.
She just stared dumb founded at her perfectly healthy leg that was broken and  purple just a moment ago, then looked up to meet the face of a smug looking angel.

"You're welcome. Feel free to express your gratitude with a kiss, or any other way you'd like." He winked.
He could see she was fighting back a grateful smile as the corners of her mouth twitched ever so slightly.

"Get out."