A/N: This is one of my first fanfics espically for Good Omens. Sorry for the poor descriptions. I wanted to try and add my own OC and see how they could affecr the story. But as for the Good Omens fandom, I might be new and unlike some of of the fans I haven't read the book and only watched the show. So, I hope you enjoy. :)

The day had started like any other before the Apocalpyse-that-wasn't everyone involved enjoyed their day. For Aziraphale and Crowley, they went to the park as usual and ate at a new resturant near the bookshop. Anathema and Newt spent their time with a small garden with an occasional visit from the Witchfinder and Madame Tracy. Adam and his friends would occasionally visit them, too. But occasionally kept to themselves. While this was happening both Heaven and Hell began to go quiet as sightings from around the world of a strange creature or man kept appearing in popular religious sights. From these sightings no one on the streets near Aziraphales bookshop, noticed a man walk by a drop a letter near by.

"So my dear, anything else you want to do today," asked Aziraphale in a slightly tired voice.

Shaking his head, Crowley had answered, "No, I'm just tired. Lets go back to the bookshop, angel." Agreeing with him, both Aziraphale and Crowley sat back in the comfortable silence again.

A little while after the letter was placed, both Aziraphle and Crowley arrived at the bookshop. Smiling, Aziraphale unlocked the bookshop and stumpled in to make a cup or two of hot chocolate. Once heard shuffling near his desk, Aziraphale stopped what he was doing and walked towards the noise. Knowing it was Crowley, he had felt a bit more relaxed than one should have been. Once coming into the smallish room, Aziraphale noticed a folded piece of paper in Crowley's hands. Hearing Azirphale come into the room, Crowley looked up and shifted himself to get a better view of the angel.

"Where did the letter come from," Aziraphale acquired curiously.

"It didn't say. All it said on the envolope were our names and the bookshops address," Crowley mumbled, "it just seems out of place." Giving a confused look towards Crowley, Aziraphale made a motion to read the letter. The letter had said:

Dear Reader(s),

I know recieving this letter might be confusing but I need help. Personally, contatcing you might be dangerous as I was told to stay hidden. But I had to make myself known in order to find either angel or demon that is willing to help me. I have no word from either side, which worries me greatly. I am unable to give out any more information until we meet face to face. To find me I would be in London, in a few days time within 4 in the afternoon.

~Nephilim

This seemed confusing for both parties as the handwriting seemed rushed but neat. But strangely held a small amount of both angelic and demonic power. Both Aziraphale and Crowley felt the power that Adam had at the Apocalypse-that-shouldn't. Hopefully to receive more information, Aziraphale called Anathema to see if she would be able to get the authors trace off the letter. She agreed and had invited them to come over within the day.

"Excellent, know we might have to visit the witchfinder, too," complained Crowley.

"Well it could be a person in need," Aziraphale brightly smiled.

"Maybe some who could harm us," Crowley hissed, "don't need to almost lose this body again."