Wow… two months… that's way too long. Sorry guys. I dropped the ball. This chapter has been sitting on my computer for about two weeks, almost finished. And I got so caught up in work that my computer freaked out. Lol. But anyway, my summer job has been in an office kind of like Happy Time, so I got a little research done. Hope you like it. It's a bit longer than some of the other chapters. And it's completely dedicated to Katydidit. Her incessant reviewing made me finish this chapter today. I owe it all to her. Thanks Katy! Lol. Now, onto the chapter!

Disclaimer- Do you honestly think if I owned DLM I would be writing this? It would be on the show, damnit! So no, I don't own it… but I think my dogs would like if I owned the show rather than the graveling that is sneaking around my house.

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George growled at the news Rube had just dropped on them. Did he expect her to drag Scarlet around everywhere until one of them met their final Reap quotas? Both girls glared at Rube as Daisy and Mason watched the two parties like a tennis match.

"Georgia, I am starting to get very sick of you growling at me every time I ask you to do something. I suggest you control your animal-like sounds and get to work." Mason and Daisy looked at each other and both resisted the urge to go "Oooooh" like middle schoolers watching a fight in the school playground.

Scarlet, however, didn't say a word to her new leader; she just picked up her bag off the floor, extracted a wallet from the inside, threw a few dollars on the table for the tab and plucked her post-it off the table with one smooth motion. With a face of stone, the girl stood, nodded her head good-bye to her fellow Reapers, and walked to the car, not even waiting for the owner of the vehicle. George followed suit, except her face gave away a lot more emotions than the girl who was waiting by the car. She was just as sick of having Scarlet tag along as Scarlet herself was.

Two of the three remaining Reapers, Mason and Daisy, watched the two teenagers walk out of the restaurant. George flung her door open, sat roughly inside and slammed her door closed so hard that Casey flinched as she passed the window that the Mustang sat in front of. Scarlet had thrown her bag in the backseat and hurdled herself over the top of the car door, receiving another glare from George in the process. The adults watched George peel out of the parking lot and zoom into the direction of Happy Time. Daisy and Mason turned around from their gaze and looked at Rube.

"Rube, why have you been pairing them up since Scarlet arrived? Is this revenge at George for pissing you off when she joined the group or what?" Mason asked with his mouth full of hash-browns. Daisy shook her head at her so very unsubtle friend. Rube looked up from the remaining fruit in his bowl and started to pack up his things.

"That is none of your fucking business."

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George pulled into her designated spot in the parking lot in front of the office building that was shared by Happy Time and a couple other offices. The blonde pulled herself out of the car and stalked up to the front door, leaving Scarlet to catch up. The younger Reaper barely made it into the elevator before the doors closed behind her.

"George, I don't want to be here just as much as you don't want me here. So stop ragging on me."

"Just a couple things ok, Scarlet?" George snapped. "Just try to stay out of everyone's way and try to blend in." George gave Scarlet's outfit a once over. The teenager was wearing blue jeans, sneakers and an Alanis Morissette concert t-shirt. "So much for blending in." Scarlet scoffed at the comment and was about to open her mouth and argue when the elevator doors opened to reveal a slightly busy office. George strode into the bustle, past a receptionist desk with a slightly scary looking woman sitting behind it.

"Morning, Millie." The woman said, half hidden by the desk.

"Morning, Crystal." George replied, forcing herself to be nice to the receptionist, but hurrying past just the same, leaving Scarlet in her wake. Scarlet stared at the woman behind the desk, who gave a slight nod back, and scurried past, trying to catch up to George.

"Millie?" Scarlet asked as she got to George's cubicle. The blonde had thrown her own bag into a corner and sat down at her chair. She was booting up her computer and ignoring Scarlet at the same time.

"What, don't you have an alias?" George shot back as her computer loaded the necessary programs and the spinning smiley face rotated on the screen.

"Yeah, of course, but Millie? Come on. Where in the hell did you get that from?" A small grin had spread on Scarlet's face.

"I didn't pick it. I pissed off the wrong guy at the DMV."

"I see. Well that certainly sucks."

"You got that right. Did you ever have to go the DMV? Ya know for your license or whatever?"

Scarlet looked down and stared at her feet for a few moments, but before she could answer, a loud beep emanated from George's phone.

"Millie?" A very happy voice asked in the speaker.

"Yes, Dolores?" An exasperated George answered.

"Can I see you a moment?" The voice whispered loudly. George groaned loudly and hit a button on the phone, hanging up on the voice. The glare she shot at Scarlet as she got up her desk pinned the younger girl to the chair in the corner, just daring her to move a single inch. George, or Millie, whichever is preferred, whisked herself out of the cubicle and a few rows over to a desk covered in pictures of cats and hungry looking children. Scarlet rose slightly out of her seat, using the arm rests as leverage to see over the cubicle walls and into the workspace where George had just sat down. George seemed to sense this movement, and shot Scarlet another look, which made the girl immediately drop back down into her chair.

"What do you need, Dolores?" George asked her boss who was sitting behind the desk. "Another trainee? More files to be destroyed?" The woman in front of her had short brown hair and a small smile across her face. She always had the smile across her face, unless George screwed up royally, of course. This seemed to be one of those times. The smile seemed forced, as though she was trying exceptionally hard to not make a scene.

"Millie, I enjoy meeting your friends outside of work, but I don't know if I appreciate you bringing them to your place of work before you pass it by me."

"Who? Wait, what?"

"The girl sitting in your cubicle is someone you know, is she not? Do I need to call security?" Dolores lifted herself slightly out of her seat to get a better look at Scarlet, who was trying to keep herself occupied alone at George's desk.

"Oh! No, Dolores! I'm sorry." Millie's kiss-up act began to kick in. "She's…. I mean I'm her…" George struggled to think of an excuse as to why Scarlet would be at Happy Time. She had used most of her explanations up already. Except one that always worked with Dolores. "I'm her AA mentor. Rube put us together." 'Literally.' She thought to herself.

An understanding look crossed Dolores' face. "Of course! Well I'm very proud of you, Millie. Getting over your problem," She whispered the last word. "And helping others get over theirs. I would love to meet her."

"Uhhh, sure." George looked over at Scarlet and gestured her over with a jerk of her head. Scarlet rose, walked over to the cubicle, and stood next to George. "Dolores, this is uhhh…."

"Anya. Nice to meet you." Scarlet's recover was smooth, as if she had done this a couple times before.

"Millie! She's so young. Poor thing." Scarlet's eyebrow rose a bit higher than the other, as she shot George a questioning look. "Don't worry, dear, you're in good hands. Make yourself at home here at Happy Time, today." George took that as the cue to leave and steered Scarlet back to her cubicle.

"Anya? What kind of name is that?" George chuckled as she sat back down at her desk.

"Like you should talk, Millie." Scarlet replied smartly. "What was with that woman? Dolores was it? What was with the comments?"

Ah, the twisted web of lies Reapers make. George had a hard time keeping up with all the lies she had to tell Dolores about where she had to go in the middle of a workday when Rube planned a Reap that wasn't conveniently scheduled during her lunch hour. Well her thirty-five minute lunch hour, actually. Thinking of that had reminded George of her Reap today. She hit a button on her phone, connecting to the phone of her cat loving boss.

"Dolores, I'm going to have to take a little longer lunch break today. I'm taking Anya to… fly kites." Scarlet looked at George as if she had grown a second head. Dolores, however, agreed with a little more sympathy than was needed.

"Kites!" Scarlet hissed after George hung up.

"It's a long story." And George knew this day was going to feel just as long as that story.

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TBA.

I Hope you liked it everyone. I'll hopefully update before school starts in a week and a half. Hopefully. My muse has been visiting me a lot more! Maybe because it's sitting on my desk in the form of a pewter dragon. Anyway, you've gotten this far, you might as well review. We all know what reviewing does!

Forever and always,

Pendragon4