Ciel eyed his butler wearily. Sebastian held his seven month old son in his arms as he set down the earl's lunch on the desk.

"Did Katherine go out," Ciel asked, eyeing the child.

Sebastian smiled, oblivious to Anthony's wandering hands roaming all over his face and into his hair.

"She attending a meeting on your behalf," he stated proudly. "That means I have to watch over Anthony."

Ciel raised an eyebrow. The idea of his butler taking care of a baby for a long period of time was amusing.

"How long will she be out," he inquired, taking a bite of meat.

Sebastian repositioned Anthony in his arms.

"Not long," he purred. "At least an hour or so."

Ciel eyed the Anthony as he ate. The tyke was growing bigger and bigger every day. His black hair had grown out to around the edge of his forehead. His blue orbs looked slightly purple still, but Ciel assumed it would fade away with time.

"Now if you excuse me, my lord," Sebastian bowed awkwardly with Anthony in his arm. "I have other chores to attend to."

Ciel pushed his dishes forward, implying he wanted them to be taken them away. Sebastian hesitated for a moment as if he didn't know what to do.

"Why don't you leave Anthony here for a minute, finish your work," Ciel offered. "See your wife home then she can take over babysitting?"

Sebastian smiled distantly.

"Katie has asked me to keep an eye on our son," he explained. "I will do just that."

Ciel gave him a dark look.

"Do you not trust your master," he snapped.

Sebastian sighed and set down Anthony slowly.

"I do, my lord," he said. "And on that note, I'll leave Anthony to you."

He turned to leave, but he hesitated when his eyes connected to his son. Eventually he left the room, his son and his master alone in the same room. Ciel eyed the baby as if he would rise up onto his chubby legs and serve him just like his father. Anthony laid quietly on the floor, eyes locked onto the young earl. It was like the child could see through his soul. Ciel didn't like it. The door opened suddenly, and Meilin entered the room.

"Oh young master, Sebastian said that you might be needing some help," she said.

Ciel grinned, seeing his chance to get rid of the awkward situation.

"Could you take Anthony with you," he said warmly. "I'm sure being cooped up in the mansion all day will make him fussy."

Meilin beamed; she loved Katherine and Sebastian's baby.

"Oh, of course, young master," she exclaimed, lifting up the infant in her arms.

She swiftly carried the baby out of the room.

Ciel sighed, finally able to relax. He could finish some more paperwork before Katherine got back. He knew how upset she got when he didn't complete his work. The earl pulled a piece of paper out from his desk and started to furiously write on it. He wanted to get a head start.

A loud thud started Sebastian from his daydreaming. He rolled down his sleeves and brush off his hands before putting his gloved on. He had been working on dinner for about an hour now since his master had allowed him to leave. Satisfied that he looked presentable, Sebastian rushed out of the kitchen. He walked across the mansion swiftly, already knowing that the thud came from the earl's study. He knocked on the door before opening it.

"My lord," he said gently. "Is everything all right?"

Ciel sat at his desk, eyebrows furrowed. Meilin, Finnian, and Bard stood in the middle of the room, eyes every but the young master and Sebastian. The maid was sobbing uncontrollably. Finnian and Bard's eyes were clear but expressed their deep sadness as well.

"My lord," Sebastian asked carefully.

Ciel closed his eye as if gathering his courage to speak.

"Something has happened," he said patiently.

Sebastian raised his eyebrows.

"What have they done now," he demanded firmly.

Ciel waved a hand to silence the butler.

"I'm afraid it was something that we didn't expect so soon, Sebastian," he admitted calmly.

He looked up at him with a firm gaze.

"Anthony is missing," he stated.

Sebastian almost had to take a step back. Word failed to convey his emotions or to hide them.

"Well, not missing, Mr. Sebastian, sir," Meilin spoke up. "Someone took him, they did."

Finnian nodded his head quickly.

"I caught a glimpse of him before he jumped over the fence," he said.

Bard kept his head down, shaking it wearily.

"What happened," Sebastian breathed.

Ciel glanced at Meilin and nodded his head, granting her access to speak. She hesitated then took a deep breath.

"I took Anthony outside to play, just as the young master suggested," she whimpered. "He didn't want to wander far, so I decided to pull some weeds for a time. The next thing I knew, he was crying like he does when he's hurt himself. I rushed over to him, but by the time I reached the area he was playing, he was gone."

She broke down into blubbering tears again.

"I shouldn't have left him by his self," she cried.

Ciel sighed.

"Thank you," he said impatiently. "You three may take some time to recompose yourselves."

The two men helped the crying maid out of the room, trying their best to offer soft words of comfort. Sebastian followed them with his eyes then turned his attention back to Ciel.

"I had no idea that Williams would make such an aggressive move," the master said, a complex mixture of emotion in his voice.

"And what makes you think that this is Williams' doing," Sebastian inquired.

Ciel snorted, folding his arms over his chest.

"Who else is completely obsessed with your wife and child," he snapped.

Sebastian stood erect and calm as his lord spoke. No emotions could possibly be triggered by whatever Ciel Phantomhive said to him. Nothing could break his front. Nothing except for the door bursting open, and his dear wife storming into the room. Her sharp eyes burned all she gazed upon. Her brown hair had fallen out of today's style and was messier than usual. The dress shirt and pants she wore was covered with debris. It was obvious she had heard the news.

In a desperate attempt to keep her calm, Sebastian tried to catch her in his arms. Katie easily avoided his arms and stormed up to Ciel's desk. Swiftly, she slapped her master across the face. Fortunately the butler caught her arm before she could attempt a second attack. Ciel's cold eye conveyed his irritation and betrayal.

"How dare you-" the master demanded, standing up.

Katie reared.

"How dare you," she screamed at him. "How dare you, Ciel Phantomhive!"

Sebastian held his wife back desperately.

"Sweetheart, calm down," he said smoothly.

Katie ignored her husband's words, launching herself at the desk again.

"You practically gave my son to that sick, twisted fiend," she shouted. "Have you no shame?!"

Ciel gently massaged his sore cheek, eye narrowed on his employee.

"You, a loyal servant, dare to attack your master," he said coldly. "Have you lost your mind?"

Katie broke free of Sebastian's hold but to his surprise didn't go for Ciel again. She stood straight and noble in front of him. Her expression was mildly calmer, but Sebastian could still tell she was upset.

"You wanted to use me and my son to win over my family's company," she hissed. "Yet you allow him to get kidnapped and be used a leverage."

Ciel opened his mouth then closed it. He sighed and sat down gracefully.

"If you are so hung up over a mistake," he replied. "Then I will do something about it. You are excused."

Katie let out a sigh of frustration but bowed never the less and left. Sebastian watched her quietly go, guilt tearing at him. No doubt she definitely was taking her frustration and horror out on their bed while he, her husband, was to wait on the person partially responsible for their child's disappearance.

"It was my fault."

The statement caught Sebastian's attention. Ciel leaned over his desk, hands clasped over his mouth, so the butler couldn't see anything from his nose down.

"My lord," Sebastian proved.

"I didn't want to watch the tyke while I was working, so I asked Meilin to take him out," he said slowly.

"Young Master, did you want Katie to retaliate against you," the demon asked softly.

Ciel's eye focused on some unseen object in front of him.

"Maybe I did," he mumbled quietly.

Immediately, as if catching himself for being depressed, the earl sat up and ran a hand through his hair.

"Never the less, we must find and take back your son," he said all business-like. "I can't take over Williams' empire without him."

Sebastian smiled gently.

"Yes, my lord," he bowed.