This is kinda-ish a sequel to my other story "what he wouldn't do." All you really need to know is Will and Grell got together and Ronald got a lot of overtime. I don't own anything, except an OC that will appear in the second chapter.
"Ahh," Ronald stretched, "Finally! My overtime work is done!"
Eric gave fake applause, while Alan said, "Well done! It only took you 3 months."
Ronald shrugged. "I coulda done it in 2, I suppose, but I skipped a few days."
Grell shook his head, "Good job, Ronald. Well, I'm going on coffee break!"
"Yeah, right," the other three muttered under their breath. They all knew Grell was about to go snuggle up to Will in his office.
"Oh, hey," Alan said, "I almost forgot! Today's your 3 month anniversary, isn't it?"
Grell smiled. "Yeah! I got him a collection of pens, look!" He took out a case for them all to see. Inside were about 10 red pens. "I thought it would make him think of me, even when he was doing paperwork!"
"And they said you two wouldn't last!" said Ronald, who had been the first one to say that they wouldn't last.
"Well, THEY were wrong." Grell began to skip out of the office, but was stopped when Will appeared in the doorway. "Oh, Will~darling! I was just coming to see you!"
"It's still office hours, Sutcliffe, you should be working."
Grell pouted, "But Will~"
"Get to work, Sutcliffe! New office rule, no one is leaving their office until all their paperwork is turned in!"
Ronald, Eric and Alan gave looks of astonishment. "What?" Ronald asked, "That isn't fair, Will!"
"Yeah, we'll be here 'til next week!" Eric added.
"Well, maybe if you had been punctual with all your other paperwork, you wouldn't have this problem." Will glared at them all and dared them to contradict him. "A few other changes," Will said, "I am closing the break room. From now on, you will only be allowed to stop for bathroom breaks. There will be no talking in the office unless it pertains directly to work. Reaping missions will be done alone, unless a mentor is required. Reaping missions will also be limited to a half hour before and a half hour after time of death. Every minute beyond that will be made up in overtime."
"Will Senpai, be reasonable!" Alan said, desperately.
"I, personally," continued Will who ignored Alan's comment, "will inspect the office every hour to make sure everyone is following the rules. Anyone found in violation of the rules will first be forced to do an hour of overtime. If they are found in violation after that, they will be suspended without pay. Do I make myself clear?"
Grell put his hand on Will cautiously, "Will, darling, love, don't you think these rules are a bit harsh?"
Will pushed his hand away with his scythe. "There will be no Public Display of Affection, Gr—Sutcliffe. That's an hour's worth of overtime. Now if you will excuse me," He turned to the door, "I have work to do."
He left the office and left the room in silence.
The next day, Will could be used as a clock during his inspection tours. In fact, all the shinigami actually set their watches to his arrival.
Everything was as silent as could be when Will walked into the office. "Slingby, your cornrows go against Dispatch Policy. Please remove them at once."
Eric gaped at him in disbelief. "What? But—" Will glared him into submission.
"Knox, there is mud on you death scythe. Dispatch Policy states all scythe's must be kept in pristine condition."
Ronald frowned at him in disgust, but picked up a rag and began polishing his lawnmower.
Alan, meanwhile was trying to remove Eric's cornrows. He was sitting very close to his partner. "Humphries. Public Displays of Affection are prohibited by Dispatch Policy." Alan let go of Eric's hair and sat back at his own desk. Eric finished pulling them out by himself. He looked very weird without them.
"And what about me, Spears?" Grell asked, his hands on his hips in defiance. "What, pray tell, is there about ME that doesn't conform to 'Dispatch Policy?'"
"That list is so long I wouldn't know where to begin," William said, "Suffice to say, from now on, please wear attire appropriate for a Shinigami of your rank. That means a business suit, and no make up or nail polish."
Grell's face was as red as his hair. "This is ridiculous, Will! You're just making these policies up!"
"If you feel you are being wronged," he said as he turned towards the door, "You may look up the policy yourself."
He closed the door behind him. Grell sat back in his seat.
Casually, Alan stood up to put away a file close to the door. He peeked outside, looking one way, and then the other. "He's gone." He whispered.
The others stood up immediately. If they stayed there they ran the risk that Will might walk by and hear them. Therefore, they walked down in a group to the men's restroom.
"What is up his ass?" Eric asked once they had safely shut the door behind them.
"Usually me!" Grell said, making Ronald give a disgusted look, "But I've known him for a long time and I've never seen him THIS bad."
"You know," Eric said, "I'm actually tempted to read the policy. I doubt anything he's said is true."
"You don't want to do that, Eric," Alan said, "The Dispatch Policy is over 2,000 volumes long. Thick volumes."
"Well, then, what exactly are we supposed to do about it?" Grell said, pacing frustrated.
"Senpai," Ronald said, "Can you please control your sexual tension? Now." Ronald said seriously. "The solution is simple. We need to lock Will up in a box and ship him to Brazil." The others all glared at them. "What?"
"No," Alan said, "What we really need," He smiled at the others, "Is to play this thing by his rules."
"What are you thinking Alan?" Eric said, smiling coyly.
"I saw some people in the mortal world who had the same problem we do. In order to get fair wages and business rights, they united together and stopped working. I mean, they couldn't fire everyone."
"What are you saying?" Grell asked.
Alan smiled. "It's simple. We go on strike!"