"Hello, Crowley."

Crowley jumped from where he sat on a settee in the bookshop. Spinning around, his heart beating fast in his chest, he caught sight of Aziraphale standing only a few feet from where he had been lounging. The shock he felt at seeing the angel quickly turned to anger. "What are you doing here?"

Inhaling deeply to steady himself, Aziraphale spoke. "I have been sent to Earth on Heavenly duty." He stared at Crowley, his heart pounding in his chest. All the years working with the Metatron and the archangels, and he had never felt as nervous as he did as he looked at the demon standing before him. "I need your help, Crowley."

"Of course you do." Crowley growled. "All these years with not a single word from you and you suddenly show up expecting me to just help you." Grabbing his jacket from the back of the settee, he shrugged it on and stormed his way towards the door of the bookshop. "Whatever it is that you need help with, you can do it on your own, Aziraphale." He was about to exit the shop when a tug on the back of his jacket brought him up short. He closed his eyes with a sigh.

"I couldn't contact you. It was a part of the contract I signed when I became the Supreme Archangel of Heaven. If I contacted you, they would come for you, the other archangels. They would capture you and imprison you, and who knows what else they would do to you if once they had you in their clutches. Those are bad angels, Crowley. I'm no fool when it comes to that." His grip tightened on Crowley's jacket. "I couldn't risk you like that."

Crowley turned to face Aziraphale, breaking the angel's grip on the back of his jacket. "If I'm in danger of being takin' in, why are you here now?"

"As fond as those angels are of contracts, they are very foolish. Never reading the fine print." Aziraphale grinned mischievously. "I added a stipulation that stated that should Heaven ever send me to Earth, for any reason, I can make contact with you from that point onwards and there can be no retaliation for the other angels against either of us."

"Oh, angel." Crowley breathed out. He shifted forward, meeting the angel as Aziraphale shifted forward as well. Reaching up, Crowley cupped the side of Aziraphale's head, his fingers tangling into soft curls. Aziraphale reached up with one hand and removed Crowley's glasses.

"Oh, how I have missed you, these past eleven years, Crowley." A tear fell from Aziraphale's eye. Crowley brushed the tear away with his thumb. Leaning down, Crowley's lips met Aziraphale's in a soft, chaste kiss.

*Good Omens*

They sat on the settee together. Crowley's arm around Aziraphale's shoulders and the angel's head on the demon's shoulder. A bottle of wine sat on the table before them along with their forgotten wine glasses. The bookshop was quiet but for the softly playing music on the gramophone.

"Why did they send you here after all this time?"

Aziraphale shifted so he could better face Crowley. "They want Satan's child."

Crowley frowned. "Adam Young? What could they want with him now? Do they think that they can convince him to restart Armageddon now that he is older?"

Aziraphale shook his head. "It is not Adam that they want. It turns out that Satan had a second child and Heaven wants that child dead to prevent any problems to the Second Coming from happening."

Crowley sputtered. "Second child?! Please tell me that you are joking, Aziraphale."

"I wish that I were. The Metatron delivered the news to me personally. Even tasked me with finding the child and killing the child."

Crowley laughed. "Does the Metatron even know you? Tasking you with killing a child? Ha! The ol' fool."

"Their desire to kill the child is one of the reasons I came to find you, Crowley. I knew that you were the only one that I could trust to help me find this child and to help me protect them."

"Did they tell you anything useful about this child that can help us locate this child?"

Aziraphale sighed. "No. They know nothing other than that the child exists. They don't even know when the child was born or how long they have been on Earth."

"Fuck." Crowley slumped back onto the settee.

"My sentiments as well."

"Let me dig around in Hell and see if I can find anything."

"Is that safe?"

"They haven't bothered me these last few years."

"Crowley."

Crowley sighed, running a hand through his hair. "It is going to have to be, angel."