Azrael had gotten Michael's text while over at the firing range with his unit, and because his captain knew better by now than to stop him from answering Michael's calls, he let him go.
He strode into the station house with his safety goggles jammed haphazardly into his pocket, and his gun still strapped to his hip. He made his way back to Michael's office and went in, forehead creasing faintly when there was no sign of his wife. "Is everything alright?" he asked.