Military Man?

 Crowley was sitting at Aziraphale's desk waiting while the angel made himself a fresh cup of cocoa.  He really didn't understand why Aziraphale loved hot chocolate so much but it was rather adorable when he thought about it.  He was watching Aziraphale move around the room when he suddenly heard the unmistakable sound of something arriving from Heaven.  He'd been there when Aziraphale had gotten various memos from head office so he knew the sound well.  He turned and his eyes went a bit wide at the rather large pile of papers that was suddenly there.  

"Um....angel?"  Crowley raised an eyebrow as he slowly turned back to look at Aziraphale.  

"Hmmm?"  Aziraphale said without looking up.  

"Care to explain this?"  Crowley pointed to the papers.  Aziraphale turned and looked at his desk.  His shoulders slumped and he sighed heavily.  

"Oh, that."  Aziraphale made a face that Crowley hadn't seen very often.  The last time he saw that look was when Aziraphale had accidentally been given some bad sushi.  

"Not exactly an explanation."  Crowley smirked a little.  

"Those are progress reports from my platoon."  Aziraphale walked over and started to move them off the desk but Crowley put a hand on top of the stack.  

"Your platoon?"  He asked and then he grinned.  "That's right....you're a principality that means you're in charge of a platoon."  He chuckled softly.  

"Yes, I am.  It's not funny, it's tedious."  He rolled his eyes and then went to sit on the sofa since Crowley very clearly wasn't moving out of the office chair.  

"And you're actually giving this platoon assignments?  And they send you reports?"  Crowley kept his hand on the top page on the pile.  

"I tried to just ignore them but they insisted."  Aziraphale sighed before sipping his cocoa.  

"How come I've never seen you reading any of these reports?"  Crowley started to thumb through, deciding which one he was going to start with.  It could be interesting.  

"Because I don't read them."  Aziraphale muttered into his cocoa.  

"What was that?"  Crowley asked with a smirk.  

"I don't read them."  Aziraphale said more clearly.  "And I do realize this just proves your whole point about.....the arrangement."  

"Oh it most certainly does."  Crowley said with a laugh.  He started to look through the pile and then stopped at one particular report.  "Aziraphale.....this report is on the flight path and activity of a specific bumble bee."  

"Oh yes, glad to see that one's finished."  Aziraphale said rather deadpan.  Crowley just looked at him.  "They said I had to give them assignments, they didn't say they had to be interesting assignments."  

"According to this particular angel this one specific bumble bee is the most exciting bumble bee to exist."  Crowley chuckled.  "So you just give them random ridiculous assignments to keep them off your back?"  

"Yes.  And it works.  None of them seem to mind too much."  Aziraphale replied and sipped his cocoa again.  

"You're not required to assign them miracles or blessings?"  Crowley raised an eyebrow.  He thought all angels were given those kinds of assignments.  

"I leave the miracles up to their discretion.  They're just required to perform no less than one non self serving miracle per week."  Aziraphale said with a nod.  Crowley laughed out loud.  

"You gave them a quota?"  He shook his head.  "But they get to choose the miracle as long as it helps someone else."  That part was said more than asked.  

"Yes, exactly."  Aziraphale nodded again.  He thought it a rather good idea.  Crowley got up and walked over to sit next to Aziraphale, looking at him for a moment.  

"Angel......you are very possible the worst military leader in the history of military leaders."  Crowley said it with so much affection that Aziraphale wasn't sure whether it was an insult or not.  He could actually feel the love flowing off of Crowley in waves.  It caused him to blush a little bit.  

"Yes, well.  No one said I had to be good at it."  Aziraphale shrugged and sipped his cocoa.  

"That is very true."  Crowley nodded.  He was quiet for a moment and then turned to Aziraphale again.  "Mind if I make a list of tasks for the next round?"  Crowley raised an eyebrow.  

"I don't know...."  Aziraphale was understandably wary.  

"Oh, don't be like that, angel.  I'm not going to do anything bad and you have full approval before assigning anything to anyone."  Crowley settled back into the couch a bit.  

"Alright.  As long as I have final approval."  Aziraphale nodded.  

"Fantastic."  Crowley smiled.  "I'll bring you the list tomorrow."  He then got up and stretched a bit.  "Better be popping along, though.  Have that temptation to take care of."  

"Right."  Aziraphale nodded.  "See you tomorrow then."  He got to his feet and started to walk Crowley out.  

"Tomorrow it is."  Crowley nodded and then headed out to the Bentley, driving off.  Aziraphale wondered if maybe he was making a mistake.  He supposed he'd find out tomorrow.