Nonchalantly Crawley took a drink of his red wine, glancing around the glass enclosure and promptly got bored, a snap of his fingers later, and outside the chamber, he rummaged through Ezra's paperwork. Perching in the angelic scientists' chair, he spun himself around, a smirking chortle left his chest, the chair slowly coming to a stop, but his head kept spinning, gripping the desk, putting his head down and Crawley waited, still smirking. Golden eyes took in the desk, and being what he was, he decided to cause some minor inconveniences.

Snapping his fingers, Crawley miracled a little alarm; he set it to go off every 3 to 5 minutes randomly hiding said alarm under Ezra's desk. Sitting back against the chair, he peered around the room and over at Anathemas area, it was so perfectly in order, it was too easy. Sauntering over to her workspace, Crawley switched labels, vials, transferred things from one place to another, only a few of each, enough to cause concern, and question if the person had done it themselves. Quite happy with himself, he started back past Ezra's desk, a drawing catching his serpentine eyes, he smiled, it was him, well his serpent form, with the name they had bestowed upon him written carefully and elegantly.

It produced an uncomfortable heated feeling in his stomach, he shook it off and took the drawing, with a newly found grin he snapped himself back into the enclosure. The drawing took its place in a different realm, he was keeping it, he truly liked it. Emptying out his area from the night, he let his body slowly start to coil back in on itself, slick-looking black iridescent scales slithered over his body, twisting and curving in, he became the serpent and slid back up into the tree. Luckily for him, he couldn't hear the alarm go off every now and again, but he could watch it drive the two humans nuts.

Ezra had crawled into his bed, confused, and somewhat distressed. An intelligent mind was rolling over the days' events, the voice he heard. Ezra knew it couldn't have been from the serpent, his Crawley, could it? Running his fingers through his halo of hair, he tried to rub the thoughts away, slowly, his vivid blue eyes did close. Shortly afterward, his dreams started again, the same whispers, his name, Ezra could see the serpent this time in his dream, Ezra chased after it only to awake with a sudden jerk. Clasping his chest, gazing around his room, he could swear he heard slithering.

Immediately leaving the warmth of his bed, he grabbed a shower, got dressed, made his tea, and was out the door. Ezra was hours early, but he had a reason now, and since there was no one else in his life, he might as well make the best of this. To his surprise, he saw Gabriel's car in front of his lab; he quickened his step and entered the building. Turning the corner, he saw Gabriel in his lab, tapping on the glass of Crawley's enclosure. Ezra frowned and quickly entered.

"Gabriel, what are you doing?" Gabriel turned with a jolt. "Ezra, you startled me. What do you mean, what am I doing here? I run this." Ezra narrowed his eyes at the arrogance. "I startled you? Can you stop rapping on the window, you're going to upset Crawley there." he paused before he continued. "...and yes, why are you here? I sent all the reports, and its too early to tell you anything else. What's going on?" Gabriel frowned and took a few steps towards Ezra. who stopped. "Don't question me, Ezra, not on this. I will come to an go as I please and you will answer what I need when I need it. Understood.?" Ezra just stood there looking at his so-called friend of many years and nodded, as Gabriel passed him and left.

Ezra watched Gabriel leave, confusion running rampant thru his head, what had just happened? Slowly walking over to his desk, he placed his bag down and draped his coat on his chair, slipping into his lab coat...BEEP. Ezra stopped, he heard it, but what was it, looking at his desk, he ignored it. Turning to inspect his desk, Ezra noticed things didn't look quite right, as though they had been gone through. With a shrug, Ezra chalked it up to Gabriel being an asshole; instead, he redirected his attention to Crawley.

A smile of angellic beauty, warmth, love, and caring plastered itself on Ezra's face as soon as he saw Crawley lift his head. Crawley slithered his way to the window, raising its head to eye level with Ezra, his tongue flicked at the window. Placing his hand against the glass, he continued to smile, tilting his head just slightly. "Sorry dear boy, Gabriel is a bit of an ass, I hope he didn't upset you too much." Crawley without thinking about and being lost in that smile shook its head slightly, just barely enough that Ezra noticed something that looked like recognition and an answer.

Ezra's eyes widened, he got closer to the glass and looked at Crawley. "Crawley, can you understand me?" Ezra waited, quietly both serpent and man looked at each other till the silence was broken by one woman. "Ezra, you really need to get laid." A bright flush crossed his face as he turned his head, looking at her. "ANATHEMA! How..wha...why..." he sputtered out, only causing her to laugh. "You're talking to a snake, you are here already, I mean when did you get in?" Ezra straightened himself out, from behind him he could have sworn he heard a hissing chuckle. "I will have you know that my private love life is just, well, not your concern."

Anathema looked at his indignant stance, breaking into a new bout of laughter. "In other words, non-existent. Ezra, non-existent, is what you're looking for." Her laugh and smile faded as she looked over her area. Everything, not everything, but enough things were out of place, moved touched. "What the fuck, Ezra! Did you do this?" Ezra had started to stalk over to her desk before he stopped when she yelled. "Do what, dear girl?" Dramatically she motioned her arms all over her workspace. "Who touched everything!" Ezra frowned and looked over her area. "Gabriel." BEEP!

Ezra and Anathema both stopped and looked at each other. "That's the second time I have heard that, do you know what it is?" Anathema shook her head.."Not a clue." With a frown, Ezra started to go through his desk, looking for what was making the sound when not even a few minutes later...BEEP! Both humans lifted their heads hearing the beep yet again. "What the hell, Ezra!" Ezra shrugged, sitting in his chair, he did grin watching Anathema looking for the beep.

Crawley watched the tree, hours had now gone by, and the serpent couldn't help but smirk on top of his tree. He watched, by now, it wasn't only the female that was looking but also Ezra. If he could have laughed, he would be. Crawley watched as every few minutes both heads would lift, look at each other, and then what looked to be arguing over where they had looked last. This time though, both humans just stood together in between both desks, tilting their heads to and fro, evidently waiting, and then from where he was, it must have beeped.

Both humans dropped onto their knees, looking under the desks, Anathema had crawled over to Ezra and attempted to fit under the desk with Ezra, they butted heads. Crawley's eyes widened as he watched them sit back on their rears, holding their heads, he couldn't help but silently laugh, falling out of his tree. The thud grabbed Ezra's attention, but as he was walking, it beeped again. "Oh dear god, Anathema, are you sure it's not one of your machines?" The glare she threw him from the floor answered his question.

Crawley slithered back into his tree, still heavily amused. Oh, the games he was going to play, he couldn't wait for the two to go home. Ezra stopped at the glass when a knock at the lab door made both turn. Anathema looked to Ezra, who was ever so good at shrugging an answer, she sighed, opening the door. A tallish man stood there, a white lab coat holding what looked to be test results. Anathema eyes him for a moment, "Hi, I, well see, I'm Newt. Umm, supposed to help you, outside the lab, of course, just well down the hall, for any tests you have?"

Anathema wasn't sure if it was a question of information, she took the results from his shaking hands. Noticing his eyes scanned over her, she winked at him. Newts face turned a bright red, Ezra shook his head with a knowing chuckle, whispering under his breath, "Oh you poor boy." Ezra walked over and introduced the two of them, shook his hand and sent him on his way, for now. Anathema leaned out the door and watched Newt leave. she smirked wickedly, to which Ezra groaned. "Please don't scare this one away Anathema." she feigned, looking shocked.

Anathema started reading the reports that came in, she stopped halfway to her desk, she paled. Ezra happened to glance over at her, quickly he went to her side, her hands trembled, he couldn't tell why wide eyes looked at him. "Ezra, he shouldn't be." Ezra looked at her, holding both her shoulders, turning her to face him. "What do you mean?" Anathema pointed to Crawley and then turned the reports for Ezra to read; the words flashed in front of his eyes, making no sense, he reread them. "Rerun them." Anathema nodded and flipped the pages showing she had run them six times to be safe.

Ezra and Anathema looked towards Crawley, who now noticed a change in the mood of the lab and watched.

BEEP

Ezra rolled his eyes at the sound; a low growl left his chest, releasing Anathema from his grip and shaking the results. "Anathema, this just can't be right, I mean, how." Anathema had slowly walked to the glass and was asking Crawley what he was. Ezra watched, Crawley slithered out of the tree, over to the window, flicking his forked tongue at the glass. He joined them at the glass.

"Anathema he can't have this many chromosomes, I mean he has one hundred and eight? Some of which aren't even recognized?" he looked at her. "Ezra what do you want me to tell you, I ran it six times already, it comes back the same every time. Should read thirty-six, it reads threes times that." Her fingers circled on the glass around the shape of the serpents head, she tilted her head, seemingly becoming transfixed on Crawley's golden eyes. Crawley internally smirked, messing with humans was so much fun, he tempted her just slightly. Her hand lifted to Ezra, her eyes still on the snake, Ezra stiffened as her hand brushed his arm.

"Umm, Anathema, you okay?" No answer, she just stood there, head tilted, transfixed on Crawley. "Okay, not okay, oh my dear girl..what is going on." Ezra turned her to him, her body shifted, but her eyes stayed on Crawley, her hand slides up his thigh to which he squeaked. "Anathema, my dear, it's not that you aren't beautiful, but I don't look at women that way, snap out of it." The serpents head snapped out of his own little temptation and looked directly at Ezra, Anathema fell back against Ezra. "What the hell was that?" Ezra shook his head, "I think it's time to go m'dear." his eyes watching Crawley with newfound caution.

Grabbing their coats, bags, and belonging, Ezra locked up the lab and ushered them out of the building. Anathema looking exhausted and slightly confused. "anathema, what happened to you in there?" she looked at him a glaze still slightly on her eyes. "I don't know Ezra; it was like I could hear something talking to me, telling me it was okay, saying to try, it was so alluring." Ezra listened and took everything in. "Let's get you home, m'dear, maybe take tomorrow off." Anathema tried to argue, but Ezra insisted. "I will look further into this in the morning, something is just wrong with all of this and then the way Gabriel was acting today. I think he may know more than he has told us."

Anathema thanked him and went into her house, collapsing on her couch, already asleep, her dreams not what she had ever had before. Voices started as soon as she was sleeping, she could hear slithering, she watched as the serpent transformed into a man. Anathema could listen to him, but as she got closer to him, he appeared further back, he kept tempting her further into the dream, until she was filled with need and then he was gone.

Ezra opened his front door, walked in, and dropped onto his setee. "No more beep, oh thank you, Lord, for small miracles." Leaning his head back, his eyes quickly slid shut, sleep had been finding him easier these last few weeks. In his dream, the same sounds, the same voice, it had become soothing to hear, he wanted to listen to it in his dreams. This dream though he was watching Crawley turn from a serpent into a man, he couldn't make out everything just dark apple red hair that caught hints of light here and there, and then, Anathema chasing him. Ezra went to pursue after Anathema, two steps forward, suddenly he was being kissed ever so deeply, ever so needfully that his eyes flew open. Out of breath, panting and jostled, he blinked into the darkness of his living room.

"Oh, dear lord, what is going on?"