Chapter Seven


Ciel couldn't help but feel like he was doomed to continuously cross paths with Sebastian until the end of days. In fact, he could see him right now. The first thing that crossed his mind was that he could drive by and splash him with water. He was fifty percent sure he wanted too. Instead, he turned onto the lane by the sidewalk, though some water still splashed everywhere. It'd be best if he just kept on going instead of stopping; yes, that'd be best. It'd be the smart thing to do. Of course, he didn't though. He rolled down the window, ignoring the water dripping into the car.

"Hello, Sebastian."

"Ciel. How nice of you to drive by," Sebastian smirked, actually meaning what he said for once. He climbs in when Ciel leans over to unlock the door, and neither of them say anything as he starts to drive away. Ciel just shakes his head as he keeps his eyes on the road driving, doing his best to not think about the water and mud Sebastian was getting into the car. He glances at him, quietly noting the fixed-camera around his neck.

"You're late today."

"As are you." Sebastian leans back, brushing his hair from his face with his hand. Droplets fly, and Ciel gives him a dirty look as merely Sebastian smiles, mouthing sorry.

"You do not seem the type to be late, but," Ciel looks up and down at the photographer. "You also don't seem the type to get dirty, but that theory has been proven wrong."

"Ah, you have theories about me? What kind of... theories?" Sebastian asks, leaning in closer. Ciel shakes his head.

"That you're a creeper."

"You can't prove that."

"Try me," Ciel snorts. Grinning, Sebastian looked out the window.

"Seriously though, Mr. Phantomhive, why are you late?" Sebastian asks, looking back at him. Ciel shrugs, stopping at a red light.

"Aunt held me up."

"Aunts are the worst," comments the darker haired man, looking out the front window. The roads were moving at a snail's pace (weren't they always), and the rainy weather seemed like it was going to stay. The humidity was joining the wet weather too, making everything unbearable sticky. It was, in Ciel's opinion, the best weather. For Sebastian, the worst.

"Do you have an aunt?" Cieldecidezs to ask. Sebastian shakes his head. "What about parents?"

"Three cousins, not by blood though. You could say they were adopted. One in Canada, one somewhere in South America I think, and another lives in Japan. However, I believe they are all visiting the States." Sebastian checked his watch. "They are triplets. Most of the year they spend together."

"That's nice, I suppose," Ciel answered quietly. "Also, why were you late?"

"I've been working at SUIT long enough to know that my skills won't be needed until after 12 pm on most days. The mornings are just spent going over things. And William absolutely hates mornings." Sebastian looks back at Ciel. "What was up with your aunt?"

"My aunt? Well, actually, I had to..." Ciel trails off, memories of last night coming back. Arriving back at his apartment and texting his aunt about his boss's 'plan'. Upon hearing that Ciel needed to be in drag, she enthusiastically demanded to see him, expressing a desire to do his makeup and hair for him, before calling him over. Of course, he went, and she began going over the 'basics' of what to do and what not to do. Which then lead to Ciel explaining that he didn't have to learn this all right away, which lead to his aunt crying about never being able to have children of her own, much less a little girl, and the night ended in Ciel going home late with different 'cosmetic' supplies shoved inconspicuously in his back seat. Once again having been guilt-tripped by his aunt. And now, tired, Ciel was sitting in a car with Sebastian.

"I had to run some errands for her," Ciel calmly and vaguely answers.

"Hope they weren't too horrific?"

"Oh, you have no idea." Ciel drove on, pausing when they got nearer and nearer to their workplaces. Police car lights flashed, forcing Ciel to turn down an alternate route. He slowed, stopping the vehicle, before looking at Sebastian. The photographer sighed, knowing just what Ciel was insinuating.

"It's pouring out there though-"

"But it could be another murder. And two murders possibly around the same time, and near each other?" Ciel looked over into the back seat, sorting through his bag before pulling out an umbrella. You can never be prepared for London weather. He looked for his phone, giving himself a short reminder to actually keep a recorder and proper camera on him. Opening his door, he looks at Sebastian, who is still wet and looked like he most definitely did not want to go back out into the pouring rain. So Ciel just shakes his head and got out, walking to the flashing lights. Soon enough, he could hear Sebastian get out and start following him.

"I dislike this weather," Sebastian grumbled while beside Ciel. The blue-eyed boy shook his head as he opened up his umbrella, holding it tightly.

"I like it."

"You are crazy." Sebastian eyed the umbrella with a hint of jealousy.

"You... can't prove that," Ciel jokes, shrugging. Sebastian rolls his eyes, doing his best to keep his hair from falling down onto his face. Ciel holds the umbrella out to him. "We can both take turns with our cameras, and the umbrella. After all, I can't get a good picture while holding two things at once. Deal?"

Sebastian smiles.

"Deal."


"Ash, it was a mistake on her part."

"Don't call me Ash. And she's YOURS, you are supposed to keep an eye on her."

"Right, she's MINE. So don't think about firing her any time soon."

"God knows why I put up with all you crazy people..."


Sol. Meaning sun in another language. Grell could not remember what language, only the meaning stuck with her. Sun. Center of the universe. A long time ago, the human race thought they were at the center of the universe. But there was no center. There was, however, a center of the solar system, which was the sun. Grell knew what Undertaker meant by the gift, but it just was not for her. She loved it truly though, she was grateful for the gift. So she wore the small gold bracelet with the word engraved on the side. At least gold went well with red.

Gold was a color Undertaker was quite fond of, Grell has noticed. While Grell adored Gold, she liked silver and red more. Maybe it was because gold reminded her of wedding rings, and weddings, something she didn't like to think about for the time being. Not that she didn't like marriage; just the opposite in fact. The only problem was, she craved a stable environment for marriage. She wanted someone who had a stable, proper job. A normal home. Not this place. Drugs, hookers, she never exactly asked for this life.

"Has he come by yet?" Alois asked, walking in.

"Undertaker?"

"Obviously."

"Nope." Grell looked at her red nails, cleaning off the old red to put on a new coat. The nail polish remover smelled, the odor filling the room. Alois recoiled a bit, turning to the door.

"We've decided opening night will be, at the latest, one month from now. At the earliest, in two weeks. There's some new girls downstairs as well, I want you to check them out. Also, Elizabeth got that job." After Alois left, Grell sighed, closing the bottle. She grabbed the tissues she had been using, throwing them into the garbage. Holding the bottle, she headed to the second floor where the 'girl's rooms' were. They had a lot of practicing to do.


"Mr. Humphries, do you have anything to report?"

"N…No."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. Nothing new to report. I have to go, he's coming by." He presses a button, the line shutting off with a click.


Alan patiently waits for Hannah to hand him his new file. After around one month, if a new employee is found useful, they get a higher paycheck, different status, which all resulted in a new file. He should be happy that he had gotten this far in. Instead, he was nervousd guilt-ridden, his hand shaking slightly when he tried to sign his name. But he did, and next thing he knew he was outside the building with an umbrella and walking to the cafè, now officially on break. Some caffeine might make him feel better.

Time flew. He was sitting at a table in the front, coffee in his hand, glazed donut sitting in its perfect clear container. Closing his eyes, he resumes the moral argument he'd been having since yesterday.

Tell Eric, and my boss. My real boss.

I'd get a promotion. Probably be taken seriously as a detective. All I have to do is snitch on my friend.

He wouldn't call William his 'friend'. But, even though the CEO could be less than kind, he listened. He was prepared. A good person, even if he was stressed. Maybe more than stressed… closing his eyes, Alan takes a sip of his coffee, feeling the hot liquid go down. The blue umbrella on its table stand made soft pattering sounds every time a droplet hit it. Alan opens his eyes, looking at SUIT, the tall building built from an empire. Taking another slow sip, Alan debates the idea of just 'forgetting' what he saw. No one need know.

"Alan!" Surprised, the brunet feels a hand pat his back in a friendly manner, and the greeter goes to sit on the other side of the table, setting down a red and black umbrella. Green eyes flash behind large black glasses, and it takes Alan a moment to recognize him.

"Ronald!"

"What are you doing out here?"

"I'm on break. Needed a coffee. What are you doing out her?" Alan asks, confused but glad to see him. Both were from the police academy, with Alan being one level higher. Still, Ronald proved to be more than useful, with his problem-solving skills and ability to pick up on what others didn't. A natural brunet himself, Ronald was always more out-going than average people, with blonde dyed hair, hipster glasses and upbeat attitude. Something that their agency needed.

"Well, the agency decided to put more people on the field. And they wanted to check out more major businesses in the area with 'popular and rich' CEO's. So, you're looking at the new small-time editor of WEB. Great timing too, I heard that one of their employees is going on holiday leave." Grinning, Ronald leans back in his chair, wearing a look of satisfaction. Alan blinks, taking in some time to process the information. He felt his stomach doing flips.

"Wow… that's great, Ronald that really is!"

"Isn't it? Now I can work alongside you and Eric! Well, sort of." Ronald shrugs, then frowns and looks over his shoulder. "I guess I shouldn't be seen with you though, huh?"

"Obviously." Alan's tone was clipped, and he closed his eyes, trying to calm the storm in his stomach. He opens his eyes again to find Ronald looking back at him, his face forming a frown.

"Alan, you alright?"

"Fine. I swear, if I'm coming down with something…" Alan sighs, shrugging."Look, be careful, alright? I feel like something is going to happen right away. Keep ypur head up."

After exchanging some quick goodbyes, Alan left, umbrella in one hand and donut in the other. He was trying to think of a way he could find whoever was supplying the drugs around here. William was most likely only a buyer. Alan didn't get the whole 'drug dealer' vibe from him anyways. But, if, he was caught with drugs, and caught selling them, then the police might just have their man. That didn't explain the murders though. Well, it could, but William didn't seem like the murderer-type either-

"Alan! You forgot your coffee!" Alan spun around, sighing softly. Of course he forgot it. His mind was everywhere today. Walking slowly across the street, back to Ronald, he was silently chiding himself when it came up. A screeching noise that painfully grinded at his ears, making him flinch and look to his left. Black car, large, heavily built, and very quickly closing the distance. Headlights on, very, mind-numbingly white-

ALAN.


Extra Notes: Sorry for the very, very, very late update! I've been sick. Again. I do that a lot. I'll try and get back into my normal routine soon.

And I'm even more sorry (not sorry) for leaving on a cliffhanger.