Ciel was up in his study, studying the reports that the detectives have gave him to review. It was late out. The moon was shining through the window of his study, and Sebastian was dusting some objects in his master's study.

Ciel frowned in concentration. Why was nothing connecting? Every crime was random, there was absolutely no pattern! He sighed in frustration as his brown creased even more. He looked at the paper so hard, he had to take his eyepatch off so that he could use the eye everyone saw and the eye he hid from sight, which had his devilish mark on it.

Out of the blue, Ciel slammed the paper down with a cry of anger, making his butler jump in surprise, something he never does. He turned around, surprise etched on his face followed by concern.

"Young master, why in the world did you make such a horrible sound? It sounded like a bird trying to get a chuck of cooked potatoes down his throat and can't and screams when it got caught in this throat," he said in a playful tone.

Ciel glared at Sebastian, but that didn't get his smirk off his face. "Sebastian, shut it."

He chuckled. "Well, that's what you sounded like, young master."

Ciel huffed and pouted like a young child. Sebastian chuckled and stood over his shoulder, almost breathing down his neck. Ciel blush and bit his lip. Sebastian being so close was making him so...nervous and a little uncomfortable.

"Can you back up a bit, Sebastian?" Ciel asked in a small voice.

His butler smiled in amusement. He was making his young master uncomfortable, that was good. Then next he could make him want him even closer. "Why, young master? Is it because it makes you uncomfortable?" He mused as he leaned against his master.

Ciel didn't say a word. He kept his words to himself. He sighed softly as his butler's chest pressed into his back. He had two options: yell at Sebastian and tell him to go away or lean into him, melt into his arms, and listen to his soft, comforting whispers. The second option was so tempting, just to close his eyes and drift to sleep as Sebastian held him. He blushed at that. He was not going to let that happen. He was too proud for that.

"Sebastian, back up that's an order," he growled.

Sebastian smirked and backed away. "As you wish, young master."

Ciel rolled his eyes before going back to the paper, getting frustrated once again. Sebastian took the opportunity to sneak a peek at the paper. He chuckled softly, knowing where the villain was certainly, seeing a straight path in the pattern, and he wasn't going to tell Ciel a single thing. The little brat deserves to figure it out on his own, even if it takes half of England to be gone, an angry queen stripping him of everything, and his issues getting worst.

Ciel sighed and put the paper down with a yawn. "Well, I'm going to bed. I've had it with trying to figure this out. Maybe if a few more crimes happen, this wouldn't be a problem for me and I could see the clear picture."

Sebastian nodded and opened the door for him. "Perhaps I can be of assistance?" The demon butler asked in such a civil tone that his young master turned to look at him.

"And what is your input on this, Sebastian?" Ciel asked in a doubting tone.

Sebastian chuckled. His master always doubted his abilities. "If you think about it, it has to be some immortal being who is fast, light on their feet. It has to be someone who is quick to react, always hidden by the naked eye, and it's unknown, foreign killer."

Ciel looked at Sebastian with a glare. He didn't think his butler was saying anything sane. "Sebastian, why would you..."

Then Sebastian's words finally soaked into his brain and he started to process his words. He knew someone who is inhumanly fast, is new to England, who is very suspicious, who is always hidden by the naked eye, who is light on their feet...

Ciel gasped in realization hit them. Sebastion smirked and chuckled softly when his beloved master released the answer.

"Sebastian! It's the maid!" Ciel exclaimed.

Sebastian nodded before turning away from him with a smirk on his face.

Wrong, keep looking.