Crowley was buying some illegal whiskey for a client when he felt his mark tightening.

'Shit angel not now' he thought 

"Thanks mate, keep the change" said Crowley as he took the suitcase of illegal whiskey and put it into the trunk of the Bentley.

Crowley got in the front seat and drove off towards the angel, he parked outside a church? 

'Really angel?'

Crowley psyched himself up before walking into the church, he feet instantly feeling the burning sensation of the consecrated ground.

"What are you doing here?" asked the angel

"Stopping you from getting into trouble"

"Of course, I should've known, these people are working for you"

"No, they're a bunch of half-witted Nazi spies running round London blackmailing and murdering people, I just didn't wanna see you embarrassed" explained Crowley as he hopped from one foot to another as the burns got worse.

"Mr Anthony J Crowley, your fame proceeds you" said one of the men

"The famous Mr Crowley" said the women

"Sorry Anthony?" questioned the angel

"You don't like it?"

"I didn't say that I'll get used to it, what does the J stand for?"

"Um....its...Just a J really"

"Enough whittering kill them both"

"In about a minute a German Bomber will release a bomb that will land right here, if you all run away very very fast you might not die, won't enjoy dying, defiantly won't enjoy won't comes after"

"You expect us to believe that, the bombs tonight will fall on the East end"

"Yes, it would take a last minute demonic intervention to throw them off course yes, you're all wasting your valuable running away time.....and if in thirty seconds a bomb does land here it will take a real miracle for my friend and I to survive it"

"A real miracle" realised Aziraphale as he got ready to perform said miracle.

"Kill them they're very irritating"

Crowley stood and pointed up to the ceiling with both hands, All five of them could hear the whistling of a bomb falling through the air. Seconds later the church exploded and Aziraphale and Crowley stood there amongst the rubble.

Crowley walked up to Aziraphale and hugged him "Don't ever do that again, you hear me?"

Crowley could feel the angels arms wrap around him as he sunk into the hug.

"I shall do my best my dear, thank you that was very kind of you"

"Yeah well, can't lose the only angel keeping me afloat now can I?" smiled Crowley

Crowley grabbed the bag of books from the dead Nazi's hand and walked towards the car "You coming?"

"You saved my books?"

"Little demonic miracle of my own, come on"

Both Crowley and Aziraphale walked towards the car, Crowley put the books in the back seat and got into the drivers seat.

"Little pit stop first then I'll take you home"

"Its been a long time Crowley, How are you?"

"Bit off, but getting there, you?"

"Same as always"

"Good good, right then off we go"

Crowley drove through the streets which were all aflame and was happy that his angel was safe.

"Did it hurt?"

"What?"

"The mark, did it hurt this time?"

"It always hurts a little, like tying your watch too tight, but it's only until I'm in the same building as you, then it stops"

"I've been researching control runes and I believe I am close to finding a way to remove it"

"Angel, God herself made sure I kept it, I don't think you'll find something in your books"

"Doesn't mean I can't try"

Crowley sighed and focused on driving. It was quite some time before they arrived at the West End theatre. Crowley parked the car and got out as did Aziraphale, he walked round the back of the car and opened the trunk, he took out the suitcase.

"Hold this for a second, need to make sure its alright"

Aziraphale held out his arms and held up the suitcase as Crowley opened it.

"Shit, the bomb must have smashed them, no bother" said Crowley as he looked at many smashed bottles of whiskey which were all fixed with a snap of his fingers "There we are, good as new, come on angel" he stated as he closed and locked the case, Crowley took it from the angel and walked inside to find Mrs H.

"Mrs H, I have a delivery for you"

"You're late"

"Apologies bombing"

"I don't pay you for excuses you cheeky sod"

Aziraphale was standing off to the side, he looked at Crowley as he expected some remark back to the old women

Crowley opened the suitcase and showed her the many cases of 80% proof whiskey.

"As promised"

"At least you're good for something" she said as she threw a roll of twenties in the air which was caught by Crowley.

"Pleasure doing business with you Mrs H"

"Get out of here"

Crowley and Aziraphale walked back out the door they came in and got back into the car.

"Oh I can't stand her" stated Crowley

"I'm surprised you didn't say something to her when she called you a cheeky sod"

"Trust me I wanted to"

Aziraphale began to laugh a little

"What's funny?"

"She wasn't exactly wrong"

Crowley chuckled "I suppose not. Lift home?"

"If you please"

Crowley started the car and drove away towards the bookshop. Aziraphale took Crowley's hand as he drove, it was comforting to both of them.

"So any scrapes?" asked the angel

"None to report thankfully, anything new with you?"

"Not really, I've missed you"

Crowley brought the angels hand up to kissed it "Missed you too angel, always do"

"Are you living in London now?"

"Yeah figured it more of a home than anywhere else, plus there's a certain bookshop owner I've been meaning to get to know more"

"Oh really"

"Yeah but He always seems to slip through my fingers for long periods of time" smiled Crowley

"Perhaps things will be different now"

"I sure hope so"

Crowley and Aziraphale held hands the entire ride back to the bookshop, they spent the entire night drinking and talking about anything and everything. That was until they both fell asleep in each others arms on the sofa in the back room of the shop