The lock clicked in the silence of the mansion as he finally got home. He was exhausted, carrying his jacket and purse in one hand as the other reached for the stacked heeled shoes on his feet. Grell leaned heavily on the open door in his haste to get his shoes off. He had been walking in them all day and now it felt like he was walking on nine inch nails.

A loud sigh was heard as he finally got his feet free, balancing on one of them to massage the arch of the other. It had been a long day.

Grabbing something from his rubber cleavage, he reached up with tired arms to put his long red hair up in a messy bun, wiping the sweat that had gathered at the nape of his neck.

He eventually made his way further into the house, letting the door swing shut behind him and dumping his heels and purse next to it on the floor.

He caught a glimpse of himself in the hallway mirror and cringed. His make up had partially rubbed off, and his contacts were drying out, making his eyes look red and sore. Grabbing the handy pack of wet wipes he kept on the dresser, Grell began to scrub away his remaining make up. Being in his profession, there was a lot of it to remove before his face was clean.

After a good deal of scrubbing, he was back to his normal face; not so much a female anymore. He gave himself a tired grin in the mirror, thankful to have the slap off.

"Much better"

Grabbing his purse, he fished around for a moment before he found his mobile phone and charger and began to climb the large staircase to his bedroom, idly flicking through his notifications. He gave his number out regularly to fans or just attractive people who liked him, but some of them didn't know the difference between a drag queen and a hooker.

He growled quietly as he proceeded to block three numbers from his phone after seeing the crude messages he was sent, and threw his phone onto the dressing table as he entered his room.

Flopping down on the bed, he finally let himself relax. He was still tucked, so it was difficult to relax, but he was so tired he did it.

After what felt like seconds, his alarm loudly beeped next to his ear and he turned his head to look at the time. Brilliant. He was late for work again.

By the time he'd managed to get out of his spandex outfit and into a somewhat smart uniform, he looked just as bad as he felt. It was his day job. He didn't need to look fabulous for it.

He was about to run out of the door before he doubled back and hastily stuck on some concealer and mascara. He wasn't a total slob. His feet screamed at him as he slid them into his red and black ankle boots; custom made, obviously. No one, not even a reaper, could keep a pair of boots in tact for a hundred years.

It was lucky he glanced in the mirror as he ran out of the mansion, as he realised he still had on an enormous pair of earrings. He rolled his eyes as his almost-fuck-up and took them out, racing from the door only 30 minutes late. A record.

"Grell, in our almost 2 hundred years of knowing each other, I don't think you've ever been on time to work" William was in a good mood this morning, it seemed.

Grell sighed dismissively and flopped down in his office chair, a large cup of spiced coffee clutched in his hand like a lifesaver. "Rough night, darling" He muttered, resting his head on the desk for about 5 seconds before Will's Scythe came flying at him. "Alright. Alright" He growled, heaving himself up as he went to collect his paperwork from the fax. Even Reapers learned to adapt, and boy was it time saving.

Grell was shuffling papers in his hands when he heard Will speak up.

"You have a Field job..." he said, obviously surprised himself.

The redhead whipped round to face him. "What?!" He yelped, walking towards his colleague. "I haven't had one of those for years"

Will cleared his threat and nodded to Grell's ledger in his hands. Grell leaned over Will's shoulder for a closer look and, sure enough, there it was. A call out.

"What does this mean?" He asked, walking around to sit at the chair on the other side of Will's desk. The sincere reaper looked equally stunned.

"I'm not sure. I didn't authorise this. Must be demon-related"

Grell groaned and threw himself on the desk dramatically, "Demons?!" He narrowed his eyes at Will, "Screw you for making me responsible for Other-Species."

"Yeah, well" Will smirked, "You didn't seem to complain when I gave you the job"

Grell tried to stay angry but ended up chuckling. "You could say that" He glared at the ledger and snatched it from Will's hands, trying to see if he had laser vision to burn the thing to the ground.

"Do you think it could be..." Will asked tentively as Grell shook his head in response.

"They haven't been seen in 50 years. I doubt they would come up to the surface" He replied, "No, it's most likely a fledge or something, being stupid and trying to become the next Jack the Ripper"

"That position is still filled" Will commented with a smirk. Grell chuckled.

"Damn straight."

"Grell, there's nothing straight about you"

"Hey!" Grell stuck his tongue out between his teeth. He'd began to wear them normally. His night job would be unpopular if he smiled and showed a full set of pointed teeth. They still came out now and again, but only in a fit of anger or a tantrum.

Gulping down the last of his, now, lukewarm coffee, he grabbed his coat from the back of his chair and stretched, "Better go see what the fuss is, then"

"Good luck. Don't fall in love with this one" Will ducked as the empty coffee cup came flying at his head and laughed.

Authors Note:

Hey guys, hope you liked the first chapter of my new Black Butler story. I found this prompt today saved on my phone somewhere and my inspiration just sparked. I'd love your feedback!