At five A.M in the morning on a Sunday, a knocking sound could be heard coming from the shoppe part of Emma and Layla's home.

Emma stumbled out of bed as she opened the door to the downstairs part while rubbing her eyes.

"Who in the hell could it be?" She wondered out loud.

Layla peeked her head downstairs, "Emma, do you have friends or clients visiting this early in the morning?"

Emma shooed her back upstairs.

"Shh. It's probably just an over eager customer hoping to see if their stuff is done. Go back upstairs."

She was right about the customer part, however the face that greeted her on the other side of the door could hardly be called eager.

"Well, Tiny boy lord and his lousy butler. Why are you guys up so early? Me and Layla haven't even opened the shop yet." She commented as she let them in.

Ciel and Sebastian came in through the tiny door and into the dark lounge area of the shop. Seeing as LockHeart Security wasn't exactly open yet the area looked dark and as if shadows moved about the room. Ciel was the first to answer her.

"We wanted to make sure we came unnoticed and to get our stuff first. It would be a bother if we ran into someone we knew." He told her.

Being half awake she semi-nodded her head and had them follow her up to her and Layla's tiny apartment. She shut the door behind them as she went to the itty-bitty kitchen by the window.

She looked back at them and raised an eyebrow, "You can sit down you know. I certainly didn't bring you up to my living quarters just so you could stand by the door like fools. Either sit on the kitchen chairs or sit on the sofa in the living room. I personally would take the sofa. Much comfier."

They looked at her with a bit of surprise in their eyes before slowly moving toward the living room across from the kitchen. Ciel sat down on the couch while Sebastian stood by it.

"Why did you bring us up to your living quarters, if you don't mind me asking, ?" Sebastian questioned.

It was quite weird and unprofessional for someone who strictly came on business to be brought up to a person's living quarters. Emma sighed before taking a drink of the tea she had made for herself and her guest before bringing it over and answering them. She had the most tired, "duh", expression on her face that one could manage.

"Because you rich bastards, it's five in the bloody morning if you haven't noticed. I'm still in my night dress , I was/ wish I still was asleep, and the damn shop isn't even open. It's not business hours you shorty, hence you are not in the business part of the shop. And considering you brought me to the hospital and paid for the bill I thought it would be nicer bringing you up here than telling your ass to kick the curb and come back when we're open. Also, it's hella cold down there."

She handed them their tea as she got the fire in the fireplace started. Now that they both had a good look at her, they noticed that she was still in her night dress, which bared a lot Sebastian might add. They never really thought about the time they would wake her up at when they got here. Ciel took a sip of his tea and immediately spit it back in the cup.

"This is disgusting tea." He told her with a straight face.

"And your presence is unwanted at the moment. Your point?" She retorted.

Sebastian chidded Ciel, "Young master, be polite. Ms. Emma was kind enough to let us in the house instead of throwing us out, the least you can do is endure the less than favorable tea,Sir."

Emma shot him a dirty look as well before going back to sipping her tea.

It was a wonder how she was so comfortable in front of two men in her night clothes though. That was the major question be thought in the two heads of the men in the room.

"If you don't like the damn tea, then don't drink it. Hasn't your mother ever taught you that?" She put her teacup down and took theirs.

"No, my mother has been dead for about a year and I'm quite sure Sebastian has never had a mother." Ciel told her.

She looked up and blinked at them before going back to what she was doing.

"Huh, pity. Maybe she could have taught you some better manners. I swear, the rich have a stick up their ass and the poor beat each other with said stick." She commented.

Sebastian raised his eyebrow at that one. He was coming to the realization that Emma Lockheart was indeed not an average victorian woman by any means.

She put her hand in her lap and leaned back in the chair while smiling at them, "So, how was your guys morning? Mine was pretty blah and rude considering some rich earl thought he could come to my shop at the ass crack of day break and demand his weapon, and you know, I had to go down in the cold ass shop to let him in. Has yours gone any better?"

"Umm… aren't you going to give us our weapon? Isn't that why we're up here?" Ciel asked, confused. She didn't bring them up here just to talk, did she?

"What? Oh, no, I told you, didn't I? The shop isn't open yet. It doesn't open till about 8 a.m.. You still have about three more hours before I let you get your paws on that weapon. And besides, Layla's the one who is gonna take your money and give it to you. I just mostly make them and deliver them and some other small business stuff. She's my little shop keeper and she's not up yet anyway." She told them offhandedly.

Sebastian was the one to answer the unasked question.

"So then what are we supposed to for three hours?"

"Oh, well we can talk if you'd like?!" She gave them a grin.

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Author's footnotes

Oh my jesus! You guys we are at chapter 10! Double digits! And it's a long one too! :) I'm so happy! :')