The light tapping of high heels on tile floor could be heard, as a young woman made her way down the hall towards William's office. She knocked on the door, and waited patently as the older man let her in. The woman was wearing a black blazer with a white button up shirt underneath, a black pencil skirt, and black heels. Her long chocolate colored hair was pinned up in a neat bun on top of her head, and she wore a pair of black rimmed glasses. The well dressed female stepped into the office, wrapping her arms around the tall male. "It's so good to see you again, Will." she exclaimed gleefully. Just then a certain red-head popped into the office, not looking too happy. The Shinigami cleared his throat, and practically wrapped his whole body around William. "Oh Grell, no need to worry. I'm not going to steal your man." the woman reassures the jealous reaper. Grell looked the woman over, and made a humming noise. "Will is my brother." the woman laughed. She was actually pretty surprised that Grell hadn't already figured that out, as much as people had always said they look alike. Grell smiled politely, and unwrapped himself from Will, now standing beside him, slightly leaning on him. "My apologies, Ms. Spears." the read-head said. The woman simply laughed. She found it adorable how possessive Grell was of her older brother. "Cristina, you are needed for a group project. Several humans are destine to die at the same time, so we need several reapers working at once, as to not loose any souls." Will explained to his younger sister. "Oh, a female reaper? Those are rare. Though, being kin to you, she's bound to be brilliant at it." Grell gushed to his lover. "Indeed, she is. She's just began in the reaping business, but she's excellent at her job." Will bragged. "Awe, thank you. That means a lot, Will." Cristina had always looked up to her brother, so getting such a compliment from him made her feel hounored and proud. Christina waited in Will's office with the two Shinigamis mentioned above, while the other reapers assigned to this job made their way there. Perhaps telling all the reapers to meet in his office wasn't Will's best idea. The next to enter the room was a certain blonde and black haired reaper. The young Shinigami has just polished his death scythe, which was a lawn mower, and it was sparking. As soon as the young man walked into the room, a pair of slender arms wrapped around his neck. "Ronnie!" Cristina greeted, looking up at the taller reaper, eyes sparkling just as bright as the freshly waxed lawn mower, if not brighter.