This chapter is quite short but theres not much more I could have put in there without giving too many clues away...
Grell and Ronald entered the Undertaker's shop, the bell on the top of the door sounding as they opened it. As the red head looked around the shop, not able to spot the Undertaker anywhere, which was normal really. He always ended up popping out of nowhere without anyone noticing, cackling that spooky chuckle of his from within the room. Seeing that they had no time for the retired Shinigami's games, Grell walked into the middle of the room, her shoes clacking loudly on the ground.
"Undy!" She called. "We need to talk to you about something!" No answer came from within the shop, which made both reapers curious as to where he was. Grell rolled her eyes and called again. "Undertaker! We haven't got time for this! Come out!" Just then, the sound of a creaking coffin door could be heard and the all too familiar chuckle. Although, to Ronald, this chuckle seemed to close, like it was right behind him.
"ehehe~ Well if it isn't Mr Knox~" Undertaker cackled from behind the blond. With that, Ronald gave a rather girly shriek, jumping toward Grell with his arms flailing around. The red head covered her face with her palm at seeing this before giving Undertaker a scolding look.
"Did you have to scare Ronnie?" She asked almost mockingly. "And what took you so long to answer?"
"I was just making it dramatic Miss Grell~" He answered, entwining his fingers and glacing at Ronald just to make the boy shudder before turning back to the red head. "Something you like doing a lot if i'm correct~" Grell sighed and shook her head which just made the retired reaper chuckle to himself. "Now what may I ask is so important that you need to discuss?"
"Well as you know, Undy..." Grell began to explained, sitting herself down on top of one of the coffins. "Ronnie and I are having twins..."
"Yes...I do..." The Undertaker replied in a curious tone. "It's not exactly un-noticieable." Grell gave him a scolding look before continuing.
"Anyway..." She muttered. "The witch that changed me into a woman turned up this morning..."
"She did~?" Undertaker asked with a raised eyebrow. "And what did she have to say?"
~X~X~X~
"Now lets see..." William muttered to himself as he searched through the records in the cinematic record library. For the past few months, something in the books seemed to be out of place. Quite a few people had died without their souls being collected. William put it down to being because there was a shortage of staff at the dispatch meaning demons had got to the souls before any free Shinigami could. But there seemed to be a lot of incidents happening in the same place...Whitechapel. The exact same place that the Jack the Ripper incidents took place. When William thought about it, like when these incidents were taking place, Grell had been nowhere to be seen. For the past few weeks, the red head had only been seen at the Dispatch a couple of times, and that was to do her paperwork.
William lifted up one of the records and looked through it. This record was from one of the records from the souls who actually got collected from recent incidents. This record caught caught William's eye from the mention of one thing. The last thing this victim saw was a flash of red hair. The dark haired man sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose in stress. He hoped Grell wasn't doing what he thought she was, but his head told him she was, that she was once again going on as Jack the Ripper. All the clues added up and made sense. The victims were all female, all prostitutes, all slit at the throat and had their wombs removed. The last time the red head had done this, the first person William went to for advice was Undertaker, and that was exactly where he was going now.
~X~X~X~
"So this witch wants your darling little offspring as her new lifeforce hm?" Undertaker asked once Grell and Ronald had explained everything, the red head nodded. "Well this is troublesome..."
"Exactly..." She replied, a worried frown appearing on her features. "We need your advice about this...We need your help.." William entered through the back door of the shop to hear Grell's last sentence, catching his attention straight away. He stepped closer, standing behind the curtain in hiding and listened to the rest of the conversation.
"Well I must admit it is a very delicate situation and must be treated very carefully..." Undertaker explained. "But I'm sure I can find out a way to sort all this out without causing either of you any danger..."
"Thank you Undy..." Grell said with a light smile. "Oh and ...could we not tell Will about this? I don't want him getting angry...Death God knows what he'd do..." William had heard enough, he growled, swinging the dark curtains back to storm into the room.
"And what exactly must the Undertaker not tell me about?" He asked scoldingly, making Ronald jump like a started cat and causing Grell to almost fall off the coffin backwards, gladly to be caught by her arm by Undertaker.
"Be careful, Spears..." Undertaker said with a light chuckle. "Pregnant women shouldn't be startled like that...nevermind falling backwards off a coffin...no matter how amusing it would look..."
"Thanks Undy..." Grell mumbled, sitting herself upright. "I think..."
"And pregnant women should not being out commiting offenses and causing theirselves more stress..." William growled matter of factly.
"Commiting offenses?" Grell echoed. "What offenses?"
"Oh don't insult me by acting all innocent, Sutcliff!" The dark haired reaper spat. "None of you are innocent in this! I heard you talking!...Not to mention all the clues fit to you being at fault!"
"Clues? Clues to what?" Grell asked, getting slightly worried. "I haven't done anything!"
"Don't lie to m-"
"Will!" Ronald shouted. "She hasn't done anything wrong!"
"I must defend Miss Sutcliff in this situation, Spears..." Undertaker interrupted. "But whatever you are speaking of is not what our conversation was about...It was in fact about something of a completely different subject..."
"And that subject is?" William questioned.
"The matter of the Witch that gave our dear Miss Sutcliff her wish as you remember very well...considering you did your darndest to stop it happening..." William scowled and muttered something under his breath before he began to ask into more detail of exactly why the subject of said Witch was brought up.
"What about the Witch?"
"Well she arrived some time this morning with a propisiton for Miss Grell..." Undertaker explained. "Well not exactly a propisition...more like a demand.."
"I get the point, Undertaker..." William muttered. "Continue..."
"Right...The witch said that deal Mr Knox made with her did not include the birth of babies...so since they are in debt now...and because the old hag needs an immortal soul...she will take the babies if they do not find her an immortal soul like she wishes for..."
"I see..." William sighed, adjusting his glasses. "So this Witch is demanding an Immortal soul in exchance for the safety of the twins...?" The three others in the room nodded. "Well this is troublesome..."
"That's what Undy said..." Grell stated, rubbing her stomach out of nerves before looking up at Will curiously. "What is this about offenses Will? What's going on?"
"Well someone has been commiting murders similar to the Jack the Ripper incidents..." William explained. "And since you were the culprit the last time...I looked to you as the guilty person commiting these crimes...but if this has what has been taking all your time lately...I must be mistaken..."
"Oh Will..." Grell whined, rolling her eyes. "When would I have the time to go on a Jack the Ripper again? I've been so busy shopping for baby things and spending time with Ronnie~!"
"So that's where you have been half the time when we needed you..." Grell gave an innocent giggle and shrugged.
"Maybe..." She muttered in a sweet tone, fluttering her eyes as if to try and get out of trouble.
"Nevertheless..." William sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "The board will come to the same conclusion that I did...It seems to me that someone is trying to frame you..."
"Frame me?" Grell gasped. "But why?" Undertaker shrugged.
"Who knows, Miss Grell..." He interrupted. "But what I do know is that if Spears and Knox don't find out who it is soon...this Witch won't be the only of your problems..." Grell's eyes widened as she rushed to stand up and scurry off to the door of the shop. The three stared at the red head in confusion.
"Grell?" Ronald called in a confused tone.
"What are you doing?" The Undertaker asked, interrupting the blond.
"We..." The red head corrected. "...Are going to investigate! Im not getting in trouble for something I actually didn't do for once..."