Finding Crowley

Prologue

"Crowley!" Aziraphale called, "I've finished my work, would you like to take a trip to the Ritz?"

He turned back to organising his papers, expecting Crowley to come swaggering down in his careless fashion. 

"Crowley?" he called again after a few moments silence, "Are you there, dear boy?" Aziraphale walked through the door to get to the back room. He peered around, but could not see Crowley. 

"Crowley?" he asked once more. His question was answered with a resounding silence. Shrugging his shoulders, Aziraphale assumed that his boyfriend had gone home for the night. he must not have been listening when Crowley said goodbye and left the building.

'I'll ring him in the morning.' the angel thought, before retiring to the sofa and curling up with an absolutely fascinating book about the American Civil War. 

~

It had been a week since Aziraphale had last heard from the demon they called Crowley. A nagging feeling was beginning to start up in the back of his head, but he brushed it aside.

'He must be busy.' he excused.

~

After another long week, Aziraphale decided that he would visit Crowley's flat, perhaps he could receive some answers for the complete silence from him. However, when he reached the building and buzzed in, there was no response from the other end. Concerned at this point, the angel hid from the public eye and miracled himself into the flat. All the lights were off and the curtains were pulled shut. Judging from the stillness of the living room, no one had entered it for a while. He adventured into the bedroom, hoping to see Crowley's form wrapped within the blankets. However, he was let down. The bed was unmade as usual, but the sheets were cold and empty. Aziraphale ventured into the bathroom, he was startled by the mess. The cabinet doors were open, cleaning supplies and medication were strewn across the tiled floor and it was slightly flooded from the shower still slightly being on. The angel being blinked and left the flat quickly. Worrying flooded his veins, but he decided to wait a while longer, just in case it was Crowley's bad judgement of a joke. 

~

It had been four-and-a-half weeks, and Aziraphale had decided that enough was enough. He was going to find his boyfriend.

However, he could not find him alone, he needed some assistance.

He found himself standing outside the door of 221B Baker Street.