The Corpse and the Medical Examiner

Episode Twenty

Warlock integrated well with the Them. They included him in the games and they told him about Mr. Crowley's friend Mr. Aziraphale, who bakes and plays with them. Warlock wonders if Nanny got a husband while he was in the town.

"Where did Mr. Aziraphale come from?" He asked around the lollipop in his mouth.

"We dunno. But he lives with Mr. Crowley."

Warlock nods and they go back to playing, and then a blond man walks over. He is at first very skeptical, because he hardly trusts any adults. He's been almost kidnapped enough times, don't ask.

"Mr. Azira! did you bring them?"

The blond snorts and holds out a small picnic basket, "Yes you mini mobsters. A dozen chocolate chip muffins."

Adam grins and takes the basket and opens the top, as if inspecting the goods. He nods, and Aziraphale smiles and shakes his head at the antics.

So this was Mr. Aziraphale. He wore a sweater with a collared shirt underneath, he was wearing dorky looking round glasses. Warlock wondered how Nanny found him, was he lurking in a bookshop and took of with the first nerd that took his fancy? Warlock hummed and took a muffin.

"And who are you?"

"Warlock." He replied before shoving a muffin in his mouth. The blond looked like he recognized the name and smiled.

"Alright dears, I have to get home."

"Are you having one of those adult nights again?" Brian asked, his hands messy with the melted chocolate chips.

Aziraphale looked confused and made a noise of confirmation, "Yes Anathema and Dagon and Newt are coming over."

"Pepper looked affronted, "I don't see why we cant come."

"There are five adults drinking wine. No children thing."

"You said it was basically a sleepover." Adam pointed out.

"Yes well, you wouldn't have anywhere to sleep."

The them nodded sagely, yes they wouldn't want to sleep on the floor. Warlock is looking at the conversation with some amount of curiosity.

Aziraphale hums and leaves with a wave telling them to return the basket when they were done. Adam nodded, before taking another muffin.

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Crowley called and he sounded very tired and annoyed, "Anathema accidentally invited an FBI agent to club night."

Aziraphale blinked a few times before humming, "Well thank you for telling me this. I'll be sure to be on my most human behavior."

Crowley laughed, "You're a bastard."

"Yes, I suppose I am. I'll have some extra food for them."

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How they got invited to a get together was a blur. They heard about the get together and asked about it, being curious. Device suddenly asked if they would like to join them.

Why they said yes? Well, it would be nice to know a few more things about the group. Beatrice Swatter was naturally very curious and very much wanted to know what happened between the group that they had been working with. It might also be interesting to see them out of a professional situation.

So they found themselves driving behind a beat up old car, Pulsifer's.

The thing would be held at Crowley's place, so they followed, having not been native to this place. They watched carefully everything that went on, making sure that nothing funny was being pulled.

Their first impression of the flat was the door. Crowley had pulled in behind them, and then scooted tot he front to unlock the door.

"Azira! We are home!" he called, and Bee heard something be put down in the kitchen and footsteps.

The group took their shoes off at the door, something Bea noted. They were taking note of everything, just in case. Also because they liked to know things about people.

"Hello Dear. Ana, Newt, Dagon, and you must be..?" He came out of the kitchen in comfortable clothes. He looked like the opposite of the redhead.

"Agent Swatter. And you are?"

The blond blinked then smiled, "Azira."

Swatter took the information with ease. The design was minimalistic, what they thought would be the ME's aesthetic. Little hints of someone else's liveliness as there, such as an angel mug full of steaming cocoa, were around. There was one thing that broke the clean and cozy atmosphere.

A huge dark stain on the floor. The carpet held the stain brightly, and they wondered what it was from. Would it be rude to as so soon? Probably. They can wait.

It looked a little, no it couldn't be, it looked a little like blood.

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The conversations were less amicable now that there was an outsider. Aziraphale, always the heart, tried to make sure everyone was having fun, but it was like eggshells. They were trying not to say anything to the outsider that would seem suspicious.

Swatter could tell hey had quieted due to their being there. If they had a bit more of a sociable personality they would be offended, but right now, they knew that something was weird. They were trying to hide something and Bee made it their mission to know what was being terrible hidden.

"So, what is the stain on the carpet?" No tact, just bluntness. They would have been a terrible lawyer.

Crowley choked on his wine and coughed a small fit, Azira's hand pat his back through it.

"Slime." Aziraphale said decisively, it was said so confidently Bee might have even took it for an answer.

"Oh, sorry, it just looked like blood."

Anathema went white as well, and Dagon was looking into her drink, by far the best poker face out of the group. Pulsifer had no clue what was going on, so Bee decided he was left out of the important things.

Azira laughed, only the small twitch of his eye gave him away, "No only slime. I don't know if there was a time anyone could have bled on the floor."

He was suspicious. Bee was war of him, and wanted to find out more about him. Something about him set off their gut feeling, their meter of criminality. He stood up and smiled, "Anymore wine? Or do you all want to be able to drive home?"

Anathema raised her hand in a silent ask for another glass, "Thank you."

Dagon huffed, "Unfair, you have a DD for these events."

Anathema hummed, "Get a partner who doesn't drink. Newt is my driver."

Bee watched the more free flowing conversation. Dagon rolled her eyes.

"So Crowley have you finally confessed?" She kept her tone conspiratory and low and Crowley stuck his tongue out at her.

Before he could say anything, Azira came back into the room and gave the redhead a kiss to the temple, "Does that answer your question Dagon?"

Dagon looked shocked but grinned, "How you hear me from that kitchen is anyone's guess."

"You forget that you whispering is loud enough to make the dead roll."

Dagon stuck her tongue out, and Anathema got her second glass. Bee wondered if this was an inside joke, because at the mention of the dead, Anathema and Crowley snorted.

Wait. Them laughing at the dead joke makes this seem like they all were in on this thing.

What were they hiding?