***Hello there! This is my first ever fan fiction I hope you enjoy it! It is a pairing of William and Grell. Please feel free to rate and review. Also, please leave me some tips on my writing and whatnot..Anyways! Let's get to reading! :)

The sun was just creeping over the horizon, signaling the coming of a new day. In bed lay a crumpled heap of blankets and pillows, but underneath was a blood-red reaper. Grell Sutcliff rolled over, groaning in response to being exhausted from overwork. He had been working overtime for the last two weeks and had been getting home at extremely late hours. Ronnie had an accident involving a demon, resulting in him spending some time in the infirmary. Grell, being Ronald's best friend, had taken over all of his reaping tasks until he could return. Grell could barely handle his work, nonetheless two peoples work. Though he loved Ronnie and was willing to play the price.

Grell fumbled around aimlessly, looking for his glasses. After retrieving them he stole at glance at the clock on his side table. '8:00 a.m….Ugh..I guess I need to get ready.' He sat up and flung his long legs over the edge of the bed, yawning and stretching his aching muscles. Lazily he got up and made his way to the bathroom, indulging in a nice, hot shower. Afterwards he got dressed and did his makeup, attempting to hide the dark circles under his eyes. With a final sigh, he looked in the mirror and exited the bathroom, grabbed his heels and made his way to the front door. Grell picked up his death scythe that sat snug by the front door and left his apartment.

A sudden gush of icy wind hit his face and he shivered. It was mid-February, but it had been colder than usual lately. Grell started down the sidewalk, noticing some fresh patches of ice that coated the grass. He ruffed at the ridiculously cold temperature, but crossed the street and made his way to the Dispatch Office.

All was quiet except for the ticking of an unusually loud clock. William T. Spears grimaced and looked at his watch in annoyance. '9:25 a.m…He's late..Like usual.' William thought to himself. William wouldn't dareattempt to count how many times Grell had been late. He shook his head and continued his paperwork. 'Although..' he thought 'He has been working overtime and turning in both his and Knox's work..Hmm..I guess I'll let it slid for now..' After coming to the conclusion that he wouldn't jump on Grell's case for the time being, he focused back on his work, not wanting to have over time like his co-worker.

Just as William was about to finish his first stack of paperwork, his door flew open and in walked a very late Grell. William didn't even look up from his work, knowing who it was. No one else would ever come in his office without knocking. Ever.

"Good morning, Will! I'm so sorry I'm late. I have been so tired from all this working I've been doing..Please don't be mad?~" Grell stated with as much energy as he could muster and crossed the office, plunking down in the chair across from William.

William, unfazed as usual, shook his head and replied "I am not angry, Sutcliff, but only because you are doing your job and someone else's. I expect you to be on time in the future." He stopped writing and looked up at Grell, noticing how tired he really looked. He would never admit it, but he actually did care for that crazy red reaper. They had been the best of friends for almost 150 years now; there was no way he couldn't care. He shook away the thought and continued his writing.

Grell took this as his time to leave and he got up. "Thank you for not being mad, Will. I'll be on time from now on.." he said uncharacteristically, and turned towards the door to leave. He had made his way to the exit when William spoke up. "Sutcliff..I looked over the work you are to do today and.." he glanced at the small stack of paperwork left on his desk and sighed, "I'm willing to accompany you on your duties for the day." It was apparent to William that Grell was exhausted, the least he could do was help him with his work.

Grell stopped dead in his tracks. 'William..being nice..to me? Is he dying or something?' He turned to find William putting on his coat and watched him as he grabbed his death scythe. 'He really is coming with me…' Grell thought. He finally moved and waited for William who held the door as they both left his office. It had been months since they had been partners and Grell hadn't over looked it. He missed seeing his sweet Will all day and being able to work with him. Although, as the Dispatch became more hectic, William was forced to stay in his office and resolve conflicts and do paperwork. Grell could always remember in the academy when he and William first worked together. He thought it would always be like that, but he was wrong..

The two reapers made their way out of the building into the frigid air. The temperature had dropped at least ten degrees since Grell had left his apartment. He shivered and noticed small flakes of snow falling from the sky. 'Damn..I should have worn another jacket today' Grell thought and cursed himself for not doing so. As if on cue, William glanced at Grell and realized what he was thinking. Since the cold barely ever affected William, he shrugged of his coat and draped it around Grell's shoulders. Grell looked up at William and was about to protest but William shook his head. Grell let William win and pulled the coat on, suddenly warm.

Finally the portal to the human world came into sight. It was around 10:40 a.m. by now and William had a feeling it would be a very long day…