A/N: This chapter jumps around a lot. Also, I have no idea how accurate my Latin is since I just used Google translate.

Disclaimer: I only own Faye

"Good morning, Faye," William greeted as she left her room.

"Good morning, William. Is there a job you need me for?" Faye asked curiously.

"No, there are no jobs this morning," William replied slowly, still debating whether he should explain things to Faye before or after he cast the spell. Wasn't there some saying about whether it was better to ask for forgiveness instead of permission or to ask for permission rather than forgiveness? It wasn't as though it should affect Faye too much, and it was for the good of the Reaper Society. As an employee he was sure Faye would understand and comply. He wouldn't tell her before she needed to for her own sake. Knowing would just make her nervous and there was no need for her to worry over this.

"How will you be spending your morning?" William inquired.

"I'll be practicing my knife throwing and fighting skills," Faye answered, eyeing him a little oddly. "Are you sure you don't need me for anything?"

"No! Er, I mean no. I appreciate how dutiful you are with your training. I apologize for delaying you."

"That's all right," Faye answered, still eyeing him a little oddly as she left.

William shook his head at his stupidly suspicious behavior. He had wanted to simply go into Faye's room while she was away, but was afraid that she might have returned while he was still there, which would be very difficult to explain. By speaking with her he could ascertain that she would not be back for quite a while, and all he needed was a few minutes.

Making sure the hallway was empty, William entered the room and closed the door behind. He looked around, easily spotting what he needed. Taking a bag out of his pocket he walked over to the vanity mirror and picked up the brush sitting on the dresser. He pulled out most of the hair and placed in the bag. Next he walked over to the lone chair in the room and picked up the shawl draped over it. He frequently saw Faye wearing it and knew she was quite fond of it, which made it perfect for his purposes. He folded the shawl up as small as he could. Tucking it under his arm, he left the room.

Phantomhive Manor

"And so you let Grell get away?" Ciel demanded, sitting in his study chair.

"'Let him get away' is a bit of a strong term for what occurred," Sebastian replied. "There was an unforeseen interference that I should have just brushed out of the way. I was caught off guard, I admit, but it will not happen again. I will end the object of the interference next time if need be."

"You had better," Ciel replied. "Grell getting away once is bad enough. For him to get away twice almost makes me question your qualifications as the Phantomhive butler, but we have to push that issue aside for now." Ciel opened a file on his desk and fanned out the pictures within. "Young girls are being kidnapped all over London. I need you to put together a suspect list."

"Yes, my Lord," Sebastian said with a bow before leaving the room.

Ciel got out of his seat to look out the window. It wasn't like Sebastian to fail at any task he gave him, and Ciel was wondering if he should be concerned. Maybe he should have asked what the unforeseen interference had been. He shook his head slightly to get rid of those thoughts. Like he had told Sebastian, they had other concerns at the moment. They had to figure out who was kidnapping those girls. And he had just received word that Elizabeth was missing…

Outside Grim Reaper Headquarters

"This is such a pain," a young man with half-blond, half-black hair complained as he kneeled on the ground. "I hate overtime work."

"Quite your complaining, Ronald, and keep drawing that design. Make sure every line is perfect," William chastised. "Doing this will save us overtime work in the future. And likely provide other benefits to the Reaper Society as well."

Ronald pouted as he studied the book in front of him before drawing each line. Finally he asked, "How does Faye feel about having a demon bound to her?"

Unseen by Ronald, William twitched in guilt. "We are not 'binding' a demon to her," he argued.

"We kind of are," Ronald said, sitting back on his knees. "The word 'bind' is in the spell isn't it?"

"It's not like that," William snapped. He pushed his glasses up to regain his composure. "It's not a binding like a contract. The spell will only affect Sebastian. Faye will not be affected at all."

Ronald snorted. "Maybe not, but the spell sure is going to affect her life. Who knows by how much. It's great of her to agree to this. She really has been a great asset to the Reaper Society since she joined. We're lucky to have her."

"Right," William agreed quietly, feeling guiltier with every word out of Ronald's mouth. Maybe William should mention something to Faye…Except maybe the real reason he wasn't telling her was because he was afraid she would refuse. It would be difficult to explain his plan to her. After it was done it would be easier to show her the benefits of what he was doing. And he would make sure she was compensated extra for this.

Outside Mandalay Manor

"Sebastian!" Grell called. "I'm ready for my kiss with tongue!"

Sebastian stared at Grell uncomprehendingly. They had just stopped Drocell and saved Elizabeth. Maybe Grell thought he deserved a reward for helping them. Sebastian turned to Ciel. "Would you like me to avenge Madame Red now?"

Grell looked panicked and took a few steps backward. "Er, maybe now's not the right time then?"

Ciel gave Grell a calculating look before looking at Elizabeth in Sebastian's arms. "We're safe now. So put Elizabeth in the carriage and then kill Grell."

"Eep!" Grell turned and took off, his long red coat flapping behind him.

Sebastian gently laid Elizabeth in the carriage before hurrying after Grell. He had a head start, but Sebastian was confident he could catch up to Grell. Sebastian prided his conduct as the Phantomhive butler as perfect. The only single mark against him was the fact that Grell was still alive.

Sebastian smiled as he found the tell-tale red hair and red coat. Grell was jumping from building to building, his little scissors still in his hands.

Grell looked over his shoulder in panic. "Can't we just put this Madam Red business behind us, Sebastian darling? It's standing in the way of our being together! And I helped your master! Doesn't that make us even?"

Sebastian merely smiled and continued his pursuit.

Grell let out a little whimper and changed direction. They were now running through a forest instead of the city. "You asked for this Sebastian!" He yelled. "You gave me no choice but to run here from you!"

Sebastian looked ahead and realized they were almost at The Grim Reaper Dispatch headquarters. Sebastian frowned. Other reapers may come out to help Grell. That could be a problem. He fingered the knives in his pocket. If only ordinary weapons could kill Grell…but it had to be a reaper's death scythe.

Sebastian lunged forward, hoping to reach Grell before he could make it to the doors of the headquarters. Grell reached the front steps. Sebastian stretched his hand forward to grab the end of Grell's coat, but instead his hand slammed into a purple barrier. Sebastian stopped abruptly in surprise. That hadn't been there a moment before. He looked around to see a barrier on all sides as well as above him. Ah. He had fallen into a trap.

"The idiot performed even better than I had hoped," William said, coming out from behind some shrubbery along with a half-blond, half-black haired reaper.

Grell looked back in surprise, his hand about to open the doors. "You're not mad I led Sebastian to our headquarters?" He asked in surprise.

"Normally, I would be furious," William admitted, "but this time you did a good thing. I chose you to investigate Drocell based on the assumption that Ciel and Sebastian would also be looking into the case. I predicted Ciel would once again order your death and that in your desperation you would run here. However, you're still being demoted for being so reckless."

"But-but you planned this!" Grell argued.

"Yes, and I'm grateful for the role you played in my plan. However, that puts you no less at fault for your actions. Your part in this is now done. Go see the Death Scythe Department for another demotion."

Grell pouted as he lifted up has pathetic scissors and opened and closed them. "How could I be demoted even more below this?" William merely stared at Grell until the reaper morosely turned and walked inside.

"Now what's this all about?" Sebastian asked calmly, curious as to what they thought they could do to him. He recognized some of the symbols he saw drawn on the ground, but they could be used for a variety of spells.

Ignoring him, William walked to the North end of the barrier as the other reaper walked to the South.

William spoke first. "Cor illius ut erudiret." Since it was Latin, Sebastian knew what he was saying, which was bind his heart to hers.

The other reaper spoke next, "Mens eius est ut erudiret." Bind his mind to hers.

Now both reapers spoke in unison, "Ligabit ad devotionem eius!" Bind his devotion to her.

Sebastian smiled as he recognized the spell. They were trying to control by making him fall in love with some woman. "Do you really believe this is going to work?" Sebastian asked.

"Only time will tell," William responded, looking intently at Sebastian for a moment before walking off with the half-blond.

Sebastian smirked in self-confidence as the walls of the barrier came down. There was no way this silly spell—Sebastian's thought was cut off as his eyes landed on a shawl placed in the middle of the drawings on the ground. Sebastian frowned as he unwillingly walked towards it. Against his will, his hand reached down to grab the shawl and bring it up to nose. He inhaled deeply. What in the world were these emotions whirring through him?

Inside Grim Reaper Headquarters

Faye walked towards her room, covered in a light sheen of sweat. The knife throwing and the fighting was the training she was most grateful for. She loved her magic and the good she was able to do with it, but it was the other training that made her feel safe. She could hardly use her magic if she was in danger while in the city center during broad daylight, after all. She might set off the witch trials again.

After the five months she spent hostage to that occult she wouldn't be able to behave normally without knowing she was capable of defending herself. Faye would never be a victim again.

Once in her room, Faye made a beeline for her brush to get the tangles out of her hair. She frowned when she picked up her brush. Hadn't this been full of hair this morning? Shrugging the thought off, she ran the brush through her hair a couple times. She be mistaken about how much hair was in the brush.

Putting the brush down, Faye turned toward her chair. It was already dark outside, but Faye wanted to take a walk to cool down. She would stick to just around headquarters. She frowned again. Hadn't she put her shawl on her chair? She often liked to take walks after training, and she'd been sure she already had her shawl laid out. Going to her armoire, she checked where the rest of her shawls were. It wasn't there. She checked through all of her cloths, wondering if she had put it in the wrong place. Then she checked on the floor and under her bed.

Stepping back she put her hands on her hips in frustration. Where in the world was her favorite shawl?