It wasn't until the following week had passed by to no avail that Ciel had begun to grow agitated. He had pulled the records at the university, assuming that "Tanna" would have been an easy name to find, only to be faced with the fact that no one with that name went to the school at all. Frustration mounted when he furthered the search asking Sebastian to camp out on campus and stake out the girls dorms. There hadn't even been a hint of her around the place. He'd come to the general solution that she had been lying. There had been no possible way that she'd been a student at the university. Ciel was sitting on the edge of his couch in the master room of their suite dorm when his butler came in looking slightly disheveled. It wasn't like Sebastian to be out of sorts but he was. His hair was frayed in spots out of his meticulous braid and his hoodie was ruffled over his jeans. He raised an eyebrow at the butler who'd come to be of a closer friend now.

"The hell happened to you?" he asked.

"Your little brat was hard to track down but I got her." He smiled pleased with himself. Ciel sat up instantly. "Found her walking out of the Interpol Agency building."

"What?" he snapped standing up.

"She's an agent I would presume and you quiet interrupted her work the other afternoon. She almost lost her cover because you had drawn attention to her hiding spot. As I overheard during her phone call inside the building lobby to someone," he chuckled coolly, "her target glanced in the direction of your voice which is why she bolted so fast. She was going to hack the man's computer at the coffee shop but you stopped her." Ciel sat back again digesting this information.

"So technically she works in almost the same line of work as we do." He shrugged.

"No. She works for the parliament. You work for the Queen. I would venture to say these are opposing odds young master."

"Stop calling me that Sebastian." He snapped waving a dismissive hand in the air annoyed.

"As you wish." He yawned before making a line for the kitchen. The younger male followed him still in his pajama pants and no shirt. His flannel navy pants were covered in smiling cats; a gift from Sebastian two years ago.

"How did you get into the Interpol Agency anyway?" Sebastian scoffed.

"How do I do many things I want to do Ciel? Why do you even bother asking?" he rolled his eyes reaching for cereal in the back of the cupboard above the tiled sink.

"You look a mess. I was wondering how a college student made it into a secured building." Sebastian smirked.

"The lady at the front desk let me in for an internship tour. I was merely posing under another name is all." Ciel eyed him as he poured the milk into the china bowl.

"You're foul." But he couldn't help the smile tugging at the corner of his lips. Over the years the boy had learned to smile even if it was because Sebastian had caused some wrong.

"You enjoy my company."

"You mean that…nevermind. You cannot keep up with common terminology of these times Sebastian." The young master ran a tired hand down his face.

Tanna sat with her legs crossed on the bench behind her office building clutching her cup of coffee allowing her eyes to fall shut. She had been up all night trying to erase every file that she'd opened from her targets computer. The information was classified and the Americans were vying for it by encoding and encrypting her files form a remote location. She'd requested back up firewall protection on all of her devices but the information would only serve safe, in the end, when stored purely by memory. Tanna had an excellent memory. It matched no others and was unlike anyone's. She'd graduated top of her class by reading and taking the tests once. She'd infuriated more than one person but that didn't matter. She was a rising field and undercover agent. She'd been working on this particular case for over a year…until Ciel…she'd tried to trace that name. Nothing. He didn't exist. Oh there had been plenty of Ciels in the country but not this particular one. However, she had traced rather annoying portrait of a young boy painted many years ago hanging in a long forgotten parlor of a manner home estate in the country side. It had belonged to the heir of the Phantomhive family. Tanna knew that the boy resembled the man she had met but there was no possible logical way that it was the same person. If anything he was but a resemblance of the lineage carried on somewhere throughout the generations and that if she wanted she could probably track him back to some off handed son of the family. She gripped the cup tighter before letting out a droll breath.

"Something amiss?" Her best friend asked as he sat beside her. Finney had worked with her and gone to school with her since they were children. He was possibly the best person she had ever met in her life. His long red spiked hair hung about the shoulders of his classy suit. He pushed his glasses up on the bridge of his nose grinning like he usually did with those strangely white teeth.

"Everything I'm afraid." She laughed before leaning back against the building wall behind the bench.

"Everything cannot be wrong my dear. Perhaps we should go to dinner tonight and get your mind off the horrid work the agency has been tiring you under?" he always spoke as if he was from another time. He also had a very peculiar fascination with ancient swords, knives, and pretty much anything scythe like; his apartment was filled with classical torture weapons hung on the walls. At times she knew this should worry her, but then again Finney was her friend. He'd also protected her during more than one nasty situation while working undercover.

"Dinner would be amazing. Finney…can I send you a name and you dig up the dirt you can find? I did some looking but nothing really came up." He shrugged and waved a hand.

"Darling I can find anything. Give me the name." he insisted.

"Ciel. I don't have a last name. Some college snot that almost ruined my cover the other day." Finney sat up a little straighter at the mention of the name. It was a name he hadn't heard since he'd assumed the name Finney and begun to live amongst the humans after losing the job that he had most coveted. A wandering soul with the living, Grell hadn't thought he'd hear that name ever again. There was only one person who would use that name and he knew it was the child. How on earth had Tanna crossed paths with the runt…

"I'll see what I can find." He grinned touching her arm. "It will be sure to be an interesting find."