The baby cooed happily when she woke up safe and sound in her crib again, and no longer doing 'filed work' with her buddies. With her funny looking stuffed toy at her side, and yet another full bottle hiding in the corner, she attempted to sit her still groggy self up and look around the room. In the corner of the room, her red-headed 'friend' was watching her while rocking back and forth slowly in a rocking-chair with his fingers steapled under his chin. The child had yet to take notice of him or the stern and somewhat annoyed look he held.

Why was he even here? He remembered how the conversation had went and wasn't to happy of how it all went.

"Its only for the afternoon." The silver-haired reaper told the other three males; Ronald Knox, Grell Sutcliff, and William T. Spears.

"Where are you going again?" The blonde, Ronald, asked him a bit curiously, finally taking interest in the conversation.

"Going shopping for baby supplies." Undertaker answered simply, packing up a small handbag into a wheelbarrow.

"Can't you just take her with?" The raven haired man, William, asked stiffly, already calculating the amount of work time he'd be missing due to this little 'meeting'.

"I heard her sniffling a bit today and I don't want her to go outside in case shes sick~" He answered, his logic holding up as much as his handbag, as he tumbled off of the wheelbarrow and onto the ground.

"Well geez, you know I would love to watch little- Sarabeth, or whatever her name is other than mini, but I've got field work I gotta get done and so- yeah." Ronald stuttered out as he slowly back out of the room and then ran down the hall.

From what the group could guess, and what Grell already knew, most of their exploring with the child earlier on had just been them goofing off and not doing work at all. With that, it probably was a wise move on his end, however, the others weren't out of the frying pan yet, as Shelly still needed a babysitter. All eyes suddenly fell on Will, who suddenly tensed up, but then he quickly and calmly began to exit the room as well.

"And I have paperwork. Ask Grell to do it. After all, hes the only one of us who isn't busy." Will said with a ghost of a smirk on his lips when he could almost hear the string of curses running through the red-head's mind.

"I. Hate. You." Grell muttered coldly.

So now he was stuck babysitting princess wines-alot for the next four hours. So far all that little girl did was throw her toys, babble loudly instead of speaking her cute sentences because she wanted to 'sing', wet herself, and spill her milk everywhere, and by everywhere he meant only on his beloved red jacket.

"Can you just sit still for five minutes!?" He yelped as Shellobeth began to crawl and roll around in her crib while cooing loudly.

She stopped her 'singing' suddenly at the sound of his voice and looked up at him. Then after blinking once, twice, three times, she spit up on herself.

"Oh gross! Not again! Ew." He muttered as he got up and walked over to her and picked her up. "Ugh, and this was your last clean shirt, wasn't it?"

Shaking his head, he gently lifted the shirt over her head so none of the spit up would get on her and then went to go toss her shirt in a dirty-clothes hamper, leaving the baby in nothing but her diaper, though by the wide smile the baby wore, she didn't seem to care at all.

"Well at least you're not cry-" He was suddenly cut off by a loud cry ringing out from the baby's throat. "Oh! What is it now!? Why is it you always seem to cry when I'm aro- Oh wait. You're wet aren't you?"

After a quick inspection, his assumption were proven correct. With a heavy sigh, he went to her dresser (Basically just an upright standing coffin with some shelves inside of it), and began to search for a new diaper for her. However, after some deal of searching, he stopped and turned to the baby.

"And let me guess, this is your only diaper isn't it?" He muttered, frowning as he looked around for an alternative. "I thought so..."

Within two minutes, the baby found herself wearing the morning paper as a diaper, which made her giggle happily as she looked at all of the silly pictures on the paper. Smiling, she looked up at her lovely babysitter and waved to him.

"Eh, the post is shit anyway so go ahead and wet yourself." He told her as he sat her back in her crib and patted her head (more like let his hand hover over her head and then pull it away as if she burned him). "Or how about you lay down and sleep until your 'daddy' gets back and then you'll be his problem and not mine."

Shellobeth giggled happily and gently took hold of a handful of red hair and tugged it gently and then began to suck on it. On a regular day, he probably would've flipped shit and then gone on a long rant on how long it took him to wash and style his hair that day, but today all he could say to this was. "Really, why am I not surprised?"

"Pwitty!" Shellobeth cooed as she bit the hair in her mouth.

Rolling his green eyes, he gently pried his now drool damaged hair out of the girl's tiny mouth and ended up replacing it with his hand. Sighing heavily as his favorite black gloves were suddenly turned into a chew toy for a baby reaper, he shut his eyes for a moment to rethink his life and the choices he had made up until this point, which were pretty stupid now that he thought of it.

"Wow. I did not think this through did I..." He muttered coldly again as the child began to nom on his hand, only stopping so she could shake her head. "Just like I didn't think your survival through..."

She stopped her chewing suddenly to look up at him. She knew he was taking about her, but he didn't seem happy and that made her a little unhappy. Pouting, she slapped his hand gently.

"Look kid, if it were my choice, you would've been off at the orphanage down the street, but instead you're here." He said as he poked her forehead. "I don't even like children, so I can't figure out what was going through my head when I decided to spare you."

She frowned sadly and hugged his arm as she slowly looked up at him with watery pink eyes. The look itself would make even the strongest person weak. Eh, for the most part.

"Oh, come on. Don't give me that look." He said, beginning to frown himself.

She began to whimper sadly at that look, and nuzzled his arm gently as she tightened her hug on his arm, just to keep him in place with her.

"Kid, don't start crying. Please don't." He lightly begged as he picked her up and held her close, trying to think of what to do. "Kid if you start crying then I may start and my eye-make-up cost a lot of money! Crap, how desperate am I? I'm talking to a baby! Again!"

Shellobeth began to whimper and was about to cry when a sudden sound caught her attention. A very light hum, that sounded really pretty to her. She looked up at the humming Red-head and began to purr softly as she listened to the lovely little song and the slow swaying feeling. The song didn't stop until all of her tears were dried up completely.

"Huh. That actually worked?" Grell muttered as he looked down at the now relaxed Shellobeth. "Well, thats a first."

Shellobeth looked up at him suddenly and nodded her little head quickly, then went back to looking at the buttons on the man's shirt. Lightly, she began to place with the buttons using her tiny, but still chubby, index finger.

'I don't know what Reddy said, but it must've been something.' The baby thought as she slowly shut her eyes and was soon asleep.

"Okay. So how about you take a nap. And don't wake up until your father gets home?" Of course he knew that the baby was already asleep and even if she was awake she wouldn't understand a word he said as he put her back in her beloved bed.

Quietly leaving the room, the redhead returned to the front room and sat in the only chair there was in the morgue (it was brought from home of course) and proceeded to read from the remains of the post that wasn't used for Shellobeth's diaper. The first page's headline quickly caught his eye.

Escaped Serial Killer.

Killer targets young children, specifically children aged new-born to five years.

Green eyes dilated as the redhead's mind were suddenly flooded with thoughts the bedroom window next to the baby's bed.

"It was lock wasn't it?" He muttered, as the room suddenly became eerily quiet. "She was only left alone for less then five minutes. Shes fine."

Another five minutes ticked by and the redhead hadn't once stopped thinking about that headline and after a while decided to check on the baby. All but rushing into the baby's room, the red-head brushed his strange cut bangs out of his eyes and looked around for little Shelly, who was supposed to be in her crib like a good little girl.

"Oh wow... Someone just seriously hates me today..." He muttered when he found the cradle empty.

One trip to the Dispatch later:

"How pissed off would you be if someone lost your only child?"

This question caught both the blonde and raven haired reapers off guard and yet they were kind of expecting this question to pop up sooner or later.

"Let me guess. You lost the baby." Will said bluntly as Ronald snickered in the background.

"Oh man! You're so dead!" Ronald said with a slightly laugh at the flustered red-head's expression.

"I didn't lose her! I just- misplaced her okay!?" The red-head yelped in annoyance as his face now envied his hair.

"Whats the difference?" Ronald popped in as he finally stopped laughing.

An angered glare was shot at the blonde as he was quick to look away, over at the always annoyed looking Will, who was now rubbing his temple.

"In answer to your earlier question Sutcliff, I'd be very crossed." He answered just as bluntly as always. "But thats just me."

"Can retired reapers still kill?" Grell asked quickly, sounded very frightened and then letting out a shrill yelp when Will nodded. "Oh this is very very bad then!"

"Why did you come here then? Shouldn't you be back at the morgue looking for the baby?" Ronald pipped up with a small smirk.

"You know I should be, the only problem is there is the possibility that shes been taken by a serial killer and I can't live with that guilt." He replied, somewhat sarcastically. "Because if it turns out she was taken, I will be dead."

For some reason the thought of the red-head's demise being a 2 month old child was just to hilarious for the two for it took them a few minutes to stop snickering and a few more minutes to agree to help looking. They started back in the child's room, which after a quick survey of the room reviled that there was a flowerbox outside of the child's window that did not look at all disturbed, and with it being the only way into the room, the idea of the child being kidnapped was canceled out but the problem of where the child was now still remained.

"OK, shes only two so she can't crawl very far." Ronald pointed out as he watched the two older reaper's search through the room. "And the crib is to high up for her to have fallen out of anything like that. Maybe a supernatural creature took her?"

The sound of Grell's soul shattering could be heard from miles away, and even the head of Phantomhive picked his head up from his work at the sound.

"THAT MAKES IT ABOUT TEN TIMES WORSE IF THATS WHAT HAPPENED!" The red-head yelped in pure terror now, and almost died when he caught sight of the clock. "We've only got five minutes to find her!"

The mad dash around the room began to find the baby which ended with all three running into each other and ending up on the floor in a tangled heap which soon became a tense heap when an all to familiar laugh sounded in the doorway.

"Look Shelly, we've found your babysitters." Undertaker said with a light laugh as the three looked up.

"Wait. Wah?" Ronald spoke for the three of them as he looked up and sure enough, there was Shellobeth, riding on top on a wheelbarrow full of baby stuff.

"Now what are you three doing on the floor?" The silver-haired man asked as Grell paled quite a bit.

"Um... I have no idea?" Ronald answered as he pulled himself off of the floor and smoothed himself out, followed by the other two.

A dense silence hung in the room after this before Grell finally decided to speak up, now relieved that he wasn't going to die but was also furious.

"Wait a minute! We've been searching for that little devil all afternoon after she disappeared into thin air and it turns out she was with you- Just how!?" He demanded.

"Well, its like this." He began.

Flashback:

Shellobeth sat in the flowerbox outside her room sniffling as she looked around. She didn't know how to get back into her bed but worse then that she didn't know where her daddy went or when he would be back if he ever came back. Just then the odd sounds of a wheel turning were heard.

"Is that you Shelly?" An all to familiar voice asked as the wheel stopped.

The child looked up quickly at the sound of her name and cried lightly.

"Dadda!" She reached her tiny arms out and was glad when she was picked up.

"Aww. I missed you too Shelly." He said softly as he hugged the little girl.

The sound of rustling paper caught both of their attentions.

"Is that a diaper, made out of last months paper?" He asked, somewhat surprised but then burst out laughing along with the baby.

'Red is silly.' The baby cooed in her baby talk as she giggled.

When the flash back ended, all three of the reapers stood staring at the father and daughter in front of them.

"Yeah I am never fucking babysitting this kid again if shes just going to travel with you." Grell said bluntly as he left the room.

"I don't believe this." Will muttered as he shook his head and left the room after the red-head.

Ronald stood staring still, only to burst out into a fit of laughter along with the family.

"So it was last months paper!? Thats classic!"