No, he's definitely telling the truth.
Nathan rose from his seat. It wasn't fair, what he'd put Gabriel through, especially when he knew in his gut that it wasn't his fault. Alton's suspicions or not, his guardian angel just wasn't the manipulative type, and the writer moved to the seat beside him again, touching his shoulder.
"I believe you," Nathan said again. "And I'm sorry for all that. Personally, I think it's Raphael behind this."
"Probably," Gabriel agreed quietly, wiping his eyes. "But it's still true that Lumiel's fears are reasonable. Though I'm seldom portrayed in direct conflict with him, it's still generally believed that he is my enemy. The same with Raphael. Michael is the only one who is constantly portrayed fighting Lucifer." He drew a deep breath and turned to his charge. "Perhaps we should both approach him next, just to be sure. Belief aside, Micah still loves Alton, and if he was the one to set Superbia on her schemes, then he will feel extremely guilty for it."
Nathan shrugged, but nodded. "Well, I'm off today, and Alton's bonding with Lidia, so we might as well. Get this done and over with so Alton can stop fretting over the possibility that one of his friends betrayed him."
Gabriel laughed and stood, shaking his head while his hair turned jet black. He offered his hand to Nathan. "Let's hope we're both correct."
Micah's canary yellow sports car was still in the parking lot, so they knew he was in his office when they arrived at the precinct. Gabriel let Nathan do the talking to get them in, namely because several of the officers recognized him as the reporter Detective St. George had invited to help when they had been investigating the murders. The writer asked if he was available, and they told him he was in his office looking through missing persons reports and had asked to be left undisturbed.
"But," the officer they'd been talking to said with a laugh. "He's been holed up in there all day and could probably use a break. Getting near that time he'd be going home anyway, or at least dinner. We were just about to remind him to come out ourselves."
"I don't mind delivering the message," Nathan offered, smiling. "If you could point us in the right direction."
The officer continued to chuckle while he gestured with his arm. "Just down this hall and to the right. Oh, and tell him it's his turn to chip in for coffee tomorrow morning."
As they parted ways, reaching the door with Micah's name on the plaque only a few minutes later, Gabriel tapped his charge's shoulder, stopping him before he opened the door. "Wait."
"Hm?" Nathan turned around and gave him a confused stare while he pushed past and gave the doorknob a slight jiggle. It wouldn't turn.
"It's locked," the angel said quietly, a slight smirk spreading on his lips. "Should we surprise him?"
"Well, I don't think..." He never got the chance to finish as Gabriel gleeful opened the door to the office.
"Hello Micah! Thought you could use a little... company?"
Nathan managed to peek in just in time to see Micah scrambling to regain his composure, shoving a small white case into one of his desk's drawers and hurriedly straightening to look back at them with his familiar frown. "There was a reason I locked the door."
Gabriel, whose smile had vanished, had his head tilted to the side. "Did you just have your wings out?"
"That is none of your business." Micah's eyes narrowed. "You could have at least knocked before barging in. I hope none of my coworkers have seen."
"No, just us." Nathan squeezed past Gabriel and into the office. He noticed the computer was turned off and couldn't help the knot of suspicion that formed in his chest. He pointed to the black screen. "What happened to work? When we asked where you were, they said you were looking up missing persons."
Micah nodded. "I was, for a few hours. Then I went on to something else. I could not very well tell them the other reason I did not want to be disturbed."
"Silly," Gabriel laughed. "You know lies to conceal our natures are acceptable."
"Yes, but I still prefer to avoid it if I can. What I told them was true. I simply did something else as well."
"And that something else was...?"
"I repeat: none of your business." Micah drew a deep breath and leaned back in his seat. "You came here for some reason, and it is not what I was doing moments before you barged in uninvited. I would appreciate it if you would get to the point of your visit and then leave me be."
Gabriel pouted. "Yes, but now I'm curious."
The other angel growled and rubbed his hand across his face. "Stop acting like a child, Gabriel! I do not want to tell you! Get to the point of your visit or leave."
While the other two were annoying each other, Nathan decided to look around to see if he could get any hints to what Micah was hiding. Or at least figure out a way to broach the subject of the Sins. The office was extremely immaculate, as he'd expect of the angel. There were no photos on the walls, but a few pieces of abstract art to fill the space; the desk was mostly neat. Actually, it was the few untidy things on the desk that seemed out of place, particularly the drawer Micah had just closed (which hadn't shut all the way), a few torn wrappers that hadn't made it to the wastebasket (what they'd contained before, Nathan was unsure), and... a box of tissues. Why that seemed off to Nathan, the writer couldn't quite peg, but something at the back of his mind nagged at him that this was wrong.
"What's that for?" he asked, interrupting the angels' dickering and pointing at the box. Micah growled again, but didn't answer.
Gabriel, on the other hand, looked at it, his eyes widening before his focused snapped back to the other angel. "You're sick, aren't you?"
"If I am, it is none of your concern," Micah said plainly, crossing his arms. "The tissues were a gift from one of the secretaries. Everyone received one for his desk, in anticipation of the winter flu season."
"You didn't outright say no, Michael." Gabriel frowned with concern, and he was quiet for a moment. He turned around and closed the door, locking it again before he turned back to Micah. "Show us your wings."
"Michael, you can't get sick unless..."
"I said no," he repeated, eyes flashing. "And you cannot force me to show them, Gabriel."
No, but I can. I could use his Name to force him to show his wings, if I'm following Gabriel's train of thought correctly and he thinks they're injured. The question is whether or not I should...