"Grell! Get up! We haven't got all morning! This is the third time this week you've slept in, and its only Thursday! I don't think you want to get demoted do you?" William T. Spears shakes her awake and rips open her red satin curtains, letting in the very unwelcome sunlight. Grell flops over onto her stomach, hiding her face in a red silk pillow.

"But Will~" She sings. "Five more minutes!"

"It takes you over an hour to get ready, I don't think you can afford to have just five more minuets." He says to her with an annoyed expression.

"Alright, fine." She sits up, stretching cramped limbs. "Will darling, why do you always barge in on me in the morning? Don't you realize its rude to see a lady without her makeup on?" She looks up at him with naked eyes, vision blurry from the lack of glasses.

"Because you don't need to be too late everyday. Also I'm sure I'm one of the only people who has ever seen you without your makeup on." He picks up her red glasses, looping the chain around her neck and placing the frames gently on her face. Standing up, her silk nightgown that had ridden up during the sleep slipped back down, now covering the once exposed pale skin of her legs. She shuffles a little too close to William, and pokes a manicured red nail into his chest.

"Oh Will dear, don't lie to yourself. You've seen me in less that just my makeup~" She teases him. His face turns beet red, recalling a memory from long ago when he had walked in on Grell changing. "Oh calm down darling~ you're as red as my hair!" Grell grins her Cheshire cat grin at him, and he rolls his eyes, turning away from her.

Walking swiftly to the door, he adjusts his glasses. "Just go make yourself ready Grell." He opens her bedroom door and shuts it softly behind him, going into her kitchen. He knew if he didt make her something, she wouldn't eat. And it was several hours until their lunch break, and she did her best work when shed eaten having the energy to concentrate. He peeks into her pantry and fridge, scoffing when he sees the lack of ingredients to make anything at all. Sighing, he gets out the coffee maker and a bag of coffee. "This will keep her up for the day. But she'll might end up being more of a pain than usual."

"Me? A pain to you? Darling you know you don't actually mean that!" Grell snakes out from her room, now wearing a silk bathrobe, her hair pulled up into a tangled bun, and her face fully made-up. Grell was right, shed never been a pain to him, ever, even when they first met and Grell had yet to discover who she truly was. Even during the mischief she caused during the Jack The Ripper case. Even during the time shed chased after that demon, or even when she never remembered to turn in her paperwork on time. But yet, he would never be able to tell her that she wasn't a pain in his side.

But its not like Grell hadn't guess that she wasn't. He'd put up with her for how many centuries? If she really was such a pain, he would have had her fired, or even killed long ago. But nope, here he was in her home, making sure she got up for work and even making her coffee. She never asked him to do that, and it wasn't in his job description. Either he had nothing at all better to do, or he really did care for her.

They're both snapped out of their thoughts when the alarm goes off, signaling that the coffee is done. William retrieves two red mugs out of the cupboard, pouring the liquid into the cups and handing one to Grell, and the other he takes a small sip of. "Thank you so much Will dear!" The read head hops up and sits on the counter, almost spilling her drink in the process.

"Grell we don't have much time until were late, and I don't assume you're going into work in that attire." William gestures to her messy hair and revealing robe.

"Ooo~ Is my Will jealous? Afraid some other man will see me and steal me away from you?"

"I'm not 'your Will'."

"Well darling I assure you that no man could ever steal me away from you!" William shakes his head at her. Its too early for her brand of humor. He walks by the table, picking a brush up and going behind her. Removing the black clip, long red cascaded down her back, resembling a wave. It had grown so long, since the woman dreaded cutting it. But she did submit to getting it trimmed when it needed to be, to preserve the health of her hair.

He takes the brush and starts to drag the bristles through, getting the tangles out. It was easy, considering her hair was one of the softest things he'd ever felt. Grell felt herself relax while he brushed. No one had ever brushed her hair like this before, but she fell in love with the feeling immediately. He continued dragging the brush along, until her hair smooth, and parted how she usually did it. Once he stopped Grell turned around to look at him. He was looking at her, but not with the cold glare in which he normally would, but it seemed that his dual green eyes gad softened, and there was just a touch of a small smile on his face.

"Thank you Will," Suddenly feeling her heartbeat quicken, she hopped off the counter, and started for her room. "Just give me five minutes and ill be ready! Hmm, maybe ten!" She vanished behind her red door, sliding down to her floor once it was shut. What was that? She thought. Will has never done anything like that before! Especially the look he gave me! Regaining her composure, she stood back up, shaking off the incident just moments before. Waltzing over to her closet, and throwing open the doors, she contemplates what to wear.

With the change of the time also came the change, and expansion of her wardrobe. And this time period just so happened to have such good taste in fashion. For the most part. She selects a black pencil skirt, along with a red short sleeved button-up with a little lace on it, with a pair of red heels, and her infamous red coat. That was the one thing shed never get rid of. Shes donned it for centuries, and although it reminded her lowest point perhaps, it also reminded her of the beautiful woman who donned it before she.

Grell thought about Angelina often, and there wasn't a day she regretted killing the lovely woman. She just wishes she would have been slightly less insane and angry in that moment. And maybe she wouldn't have hurt her. But in that moment, Anne had just become the same as any other ordinary woman. And then, Women were what Grell despised the most. Because they were blessed with what she would never be able to have. And her fury had just taken over.

With the passing time Grell stopped despising women, and just grew to live with her pain. She knew that she was a woman, just she was a special kind of woman. And she delt with that every day.

Donning her outfit, she grabs her purse and rushes out into the living area. " Will darling I'm ready to go!" She declares, heels clacking on the hardwood floor as she walks towards the door. Will stands up from his seat at the table where he'd been reading the paper, and follows her out.

"Well Grell, as long as the traffic isn't too dense, it seems you just might be on time today. A first I think." He tells her looking at his watch. She continues to skip outside, hoping that she doesn't end up late, hoping that maybe she wont disappoint Will today.