Crowley sighed, setting his scotch back on the table in his office. He sat back, closing his eyes and listening to the echoing screams surrounding him, thinking about what to do. Finally, he opened his eyes, and just stared at his phone, weighing his options. On one hand, it would be really nice to hear from Az again. The last time he'd seen him was around the 1940's, when they'd helped stop that one Apocalypse. Now they were smack in the middle of another damn one. But then Crowley had been promoted to Lilith's favorite (because though Lilith was technically in charge of the Crossroads demons, she'd always hated them, so she put Crowley in charge of them). So then, Aziraphale and he had gotten into a huge argument, involving Crowley shouting something like "Even though you're an Angel, you've still put up, and ignored the fact that I'm a demon, so why should it be a problem now, just because I've gotten a pay raise?"
So Crowley picked up the phone, and punched in the number to Az's bookshop. He sighed again, smoothing out his suit (even though he'd be talking to him over the phone, and he wouldn't be able to see what he was wearing). It'd be about 1:30 in London, and it was the third Monday of September, so unless he'd changed his opening times, he should still be at the shop.
"Hello, this is Azira's Books how may I help you?" Aziraphale's voice was suspicious (which wasn't really surprising considering the fact that Crowley's number was 666. Not many demons had phones (or anything technological), so Crowley had been able to snag the number early on.
"Hello, Angel."
"Crowley?"
A/N: So this thing is this thing that my English teacher is making me do. She wants me to write for 15 minutes. And she's letting me write fanfiction. I love this new teacher. So, I decided to post it on here. I don't know how many people know Good Omens and Supernatural. Anywho. This should be pretty long. I hope. So... please like and comment. Thanks!