New Scotland Yard, 8-10 Broadway, London SW1H 0BG, United Kingdom. This was the address that the demons' cab dropped them off at. As always, they simply waltzed into the building as if they owned the place, much to the annoyance of some of the lower-ranked officers. Somehow, Alois simply knew that the bluenette did this on purpose and simply repeated the demeanor as a result. It wasn't as if some ordinary policeman is going to be able to stop them.

The pair made their way to the investigative department before heading to the wing that specialized in murder and homicide. This was their wing, even though they didn't visit too often. As they walked through the corridor, ignoring the usual stares, Alois held his nose.

"Why does this section of the building always smell?" he asked. "It always reeks of coffee and stress."

"Most homicide detectives have it very rough." Ciel answered. "Try to ignore it the best you can. Humans have trouble dealing with this sort of thing."

"These youngin's and their complaints!" the blonde jested. "Back in my day, a twelve-year-old could solve murders with no problems at all!"

"Times have changed, I guess." Chuckled his beau as they walked to the door of the evidence room. Casually, they opened it and walked inside to see the younger Bailey waiting on them.

The man looked a lot like his father with black hair, and he kept it tidier. His suit was nicer, as well, which was a grave mistake in the field. "Never wear a suit that you wouldn't want getting ruined in the field" is a rule that the man would surely learn, eventually. He stood in front of a table with various files scattered about it. This was going to be good. Naturally, Ciel assumed that this would be a very open and shut case that the man was just too inexperienced to solve, but he would soon find out as to whether or not there was any truth in this assumption.

"So what we got, Junior?" asked the blonde menace, walking up to the table. In response, the man opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but closed it as he changed his mind.

"A serial killer." The Bailey gentleman finally answered. He slid one of the files over to the demons. "I figured it would interest you. Five deaths in a matter of weeks, all killed by blunt force, it looks like, in places that the victims weren't supposed to be in. Messages written on the walls near the bodies tested positive as the victims' blood."

Ciel opened the file and looked at the images inside, furrowing his brow. The messages on the walls appeared to be occultist in nature, but it was nothing that he recognised. The pictures of the bodies themselves weren't very good, either, missing small details that could really tell him a lot. He looked up at the human detective.

"These markings look like H.E.L.L.S.I.N.G. business." The Phantomhive stated. "Why didn't you call them?"

"I did." Bailey Junior replied, crossing his arms. "They stated that the culprit was most likely human, given that the messages didn't amount to anything but show."

"I see…" answered Ciel. "Can I see the corpses of some of the victims?"

"Of course." Bailey said. Just follow me.

They left the room and walked down the hall once again, making it to the morgue. They were keeping the bodies for evidence, but the detective didn't quite know what to do with them. All Bailey Junior knew, was that the victims were killed by blunt force. He wasn't sure what the bluenette could possibly obtain from seeing them.

He glanced over to the demon, watching as the Phantomhive continued to go over the documents while walking, occasionally being casually moved out of the way of obstacles by his blonde assistant. It was odd. The pair were just odd. The detective simply couldn't wrap his head around how these two could be so nonchalant, and almost playful about murder, and violence in general, really.

Why, just one week earlier, they had called him to inform him that they captured a members of a dangerous group of human traffickers. He was told to bring ambulances, and a pizza with breadsticks. When he arrived on the scene, all of the suspects had been shot in at least one knee, both of their cars were totaled, and the demons were seated casually on the roof of their own vehicle. Apparently, they had been on their way to a date, and the pizza was for them. They then proceeded to eat while watching the ambulances haul the criminals away. It was the single most bizarre scene that the young detective had laid eyes on, and something told him that if he continued to associate with this pair, it wouldn't be the last.

Finally, they arrived at their destination. After punching in the combination on the lock, the trio walked into a freezing, plain room that smelled like chemicals, rather than "coffee and stress" as put earlier by the blonde menace. Each man put on latex gloves before the Bailey started scanning the compartments that lined the walls. After picking one, he pulled it open, causing a cadaver to appear on a sliding table, like the drawer on a filing cabinet. Ciel walked over and pulled back the tarp that concealed the victim's face.

"This was the latest one." Said detective Bailey. "Sixteen-year-old Aaron Baxter. He was found hours after he failed to come home from school, in an alley that was completely off from his normal route. The back of his head was smashed in and several other lacerations were made to supply more blood for the messages on the wall."

Ciel examined the corpse for several moments, taking in all the details that he could. He paid attention to the victims' arms and hands, as well as his legs. Afterward, Ciel simply nodded.

"Well?" asked Bailey.

"Well, if my suspicions are correct, he was lured off course." The Phantomhive answered. "There's no marks whatsoever on his arms, aside from the vertical slashes down his wrists. It could be assumed that those were made to draw blood. From this, we know that he didn't fight back. In addition, he was struck from behind, so he probably trusted this person."

"Alright, so, we find out why, and we'll find the killer?"

"Give me a few hours to figure out if there's any connection between the victims, and we'll have a better profile." Ciel answered. "Also, do you know the route he usually takes from school?"

"No."

"Find out. Ask his friends, they'll most likely know." The bluenette stated. "Get me that as soon as possible, preferably marked on a map."

"Oh… Alright? Anything else?" inquired the human detective.

"No, that should do for now." Ciel stated, putting the tarp back over the victim's face. "If I need anything else, I'll call." He began to make his way toward the door while the blonde demon that followed him tried to hide his grinning at the Phantomhive's haste.

"Until then, I suppose." The bluenette said as "goodbye", closing the door on his way out. He uttered a sigh as he and his beau briskly made their way down the hallway.

"What's wrong? Not in the mood for murder?" Alois asked, his voice laced with amusement.

"Not really." Admitted the watchdog. "But I get bored and need something to do while you're at school…"

"Because you can't do me?" the blonde inquired, giggling at the look that the Phantomhive shot him.

"Keep that up, and you'll get nothing when we get home." Ciel warned, but the blonde knew a farce woven by the bluenette when he saw one.

"Bullshit, I see how big of a hurry you're in." pointed out the menace, causing the other man's cheeks to turn slightly pink as he frowned.

"Maybe there's a programme on TV that I don't want to miss?" suggested the watchdog.

"I hope not." Alois said. "I was looking forward in engaging you in convivial society."

"Oh?" the Phantomhive mused, chuckling at the blonde's language. "That's an unusually delicate way for you to put it."

"Well, if I told you too bluntly that I hope we keep our plans to participate in amorous congress while still in public, you might get mad at me and threaten to cancel." Replied the Macken. His coiled his arms around one of the other man's and leaned against him as they walked. With a grin, he leaned in to whisper in Ciel's ear.

"If you did though, I could always try seducing you." He suggested, causing the pink tint of the bluenette's cheeks to change to red. Alois' grin widened as the his beau cleared his throat, switching hands so that the files in his possession were placed in the hand attached to the arm that the menace was latched onto so that he could cover his mouth and maintain some shred of decency.

"That won't be necessary." Ciel insisted hastily as they exited the building. His mind did it's best to refrain from imagining the sort of things the blonde would do in that scenario. The man was in some ways more devious than even he.

The Phantomhive hailed a cab. As it pulled up, he looked to his beau with a frown. "Don't look so pleased with yourself…"

"Well, knowing your handiwork, I will most likely have an even more thoroughly pleased expression by then end of the evening." Alois said as he opened the door. "And I'm fully aware of how proud you are of that."

To this, the bluenette's frown shifted to an arrogant smirk. He couldn't deny that claim, after all. Ciel stepped into the cab and was soon followed by the menace before telling the driver the address of the estate. The Phantomhive had lied to detective Bailey. He would be finding a link between the victims of the killer tomorrow, for tonight, he had other engagements.


A/N: Yeah, I just really wanted to throw in some Victorian euphemisms for sex...

Not sorry.

Ah, but we have the beginnings of a murder, so that will be fun.

I missed murder...

I want more crime...

Fluff and crime pls...

Until the next chapter, my duckies~!


CHARACTER SHET

Question: "FOR Sebastian who smiles often now like a proud father: ARE you a proud "father"? And Rolls Royce or Kitties? And why does every person whose name's Sebastian that I come across with is super white without any blemishes whatsoever? Like my cousin! Revy'n'Luka: Hi, I miss you even though we have not met before! Why so emo, Rev? Luka, you little cutie, why so cute?" by I'm just a person now read 66

Sebastian's Answer: "I'm not sure why people named Sebastian are like that. I simply took the form of what my master needed. I'm not sure how I feel about being the 'parent' of the household, but I can't say I dislike it. Somehow, it's kind of pleasant, in an odd sort of way, especially when the children are behaving. Also, why can't I have both?"

Revy's Answer: "What does 'emo' mean?"

Luka's Answer: "I dunno. I'm just me!"

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Question: "im going to bring back some old stuff by asking dan, 'what would you do, now with your newfound feelings, if you were locked in a room with kris handcuffed to the bed naked?" by Fanficceptionwriter

Daniel's Answer: *blushes* "Wh-wha...?"

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Question: "Hey Sebastian, did you forgive Alios for wrecking your baby-I mean car? Hmm, Alois what was his reaction when you came home without his baby-I MEAN CAR? Did he forgive you?" by hollowshizuo15 and everyone, basically

Sebastian's Answer: "Well, it was an accident, but... I should have known better than to allow him to drive it... I should have stayed firm..."

Alois' Answer: "He's still a bit mad, but he's kind of passive-aggressive about it... I was really scared of him when I came home that night... He was smiling, but I could see the murderous intent beneath the surface and could feel it in the air..."