"Reyla, honey. It's me! Can I come in?" Reyla heard Grell's voice from behind her bedroom door. He already had the door open slightly, his green eyes peeking in through the crack.

"Mm." she replied, slightly annoyed. She really wasn't in the mood to talk to anyone right now, not after that.

Grell walked in to find the young shinigami on her bed, reading. He stood and looked at her momentarily before approaching her.

"Will wants to talk to you, Reyla." he said, sadly. He had heard from his bedroom the fight they had had earlier and felt sympathetic for her, although he would usually side with Will. He knew the last thing she wanted to do right now was see him. Reyla glared up at him.

"...go tell him to shove it." She looked back down at her book. Grell smiled.

"Honey, you know Will. It's already shoved pretty far up there." he said kneeling down at her bedside. This made her chuckle softly. "Besides, you wanna lose your job?"

"I already came pretty close." she said, eyes still glued to the book, merely to get Grell to think she was occupied and leave her alone. He frowned and pushed the book down to her lap.

"Go see him." he said sternly. "Maybe he wants to apologize." Reyla scoffed.

"You joking? I highly doubt that." she said, turning to get off the bed.

"Oh dear, you see right through my lies." he said getting up, leaning a hand against his forehead in dismay.

"Where is he right now?" she asked.

"Don't know. I just saw him in a hallway, but now he could be in his office, his bedroom, anywh-" Grell was cut off by Reyla leaving, closing the door behind her.

Reyla turned right to go to Will's office, walking with her fists clenched, really not knowing to expect. What a bastard... she thought. He can't expect a transition like this to be easy for me! Given, it's been almost a year now, but does he honestly expect me to follow every damn order like a dog? Reyla continued a mental rant in the dimly lit hallway, her blue eyes glaring at the floor. This mistake of letting her guard down caused her to be unexpectedly jolted as someone walked up beside her, reached a hand out to her left shoulder, and shoved her into an open room. The door was closed behind her.

"What the hell?" Reyla shouted, her heart rate suddenly skyrocketing when she saw who had trapped her.

"Ms. Dunham. I was expecting you. How long were you going to keep me waiting?" It was Will. His voice seemed slightly irritated, but still had the famous composure he was always able to keep, even after fighting with her just hours before.

Reyla's back was against the door, and she began to realize where she was. They were in Will's bedroom, and the lights were off. Oh...shit.

"Excuse me?" she said, trying to remain calm, biting her lip in anger. Will ignored the question to his authority.

"Ms. Dunham, I've come to the conclusion that you're erratic behavior these past few months deserves punishment. A punishment I've only dealt once before." he said, his back turned to her. He was removing his gloves. Now Reyla was getting nervous. She was still frozen against the door.

"I suggest that unless you want to face unemployment, you won't move a muscle these next few moments." He placed his gloves on a nightstand and turned to face her. He could see she was terrified. While Will was secretly the most important thing to Reyla, she was still scared to death of him.

Will walked up in front of her. He glared at her for a moment, her heartbeat quickening more. He moved in closer and backed her further against the door. He moved her right arm above her head, wrapping his hand around her small wrist, gripping it tightly. His other hand was cupped at the base of her neck, holding it firmly so she couldn't turn her head away from him. What the hell is he doing...? It was clear she wasn't going anywhere...

She had him completely pinned. Finally, it was clear that he wasn't going anywhere. He couldn't escape now. They were under a bridge on the outskirts of London in the middle of the night, and it was pouring rain. Who could possibly see them? This was too easy, for once. Reyla lifted the blade up to his forehead and tilted his chin up, grinning viciously.

"Now, if you don't want me to slash this knife down your pretty little face, you'll hand over everything you've got."