I'm sorry in advance for the short chapter and how bad it is. I promise the next chapter will be lemony-goodness... Maybe. But this is all from Grell/Ron perspective and Grell is upset. Obviously.

It wasn't until morning that anyone discovered that William T. Spears, Management Head of Dispatch, had disappeared from his hospital bed. He had taken his glasses, his spear and his clothing, all of which were signs of either a very good kidnapper, or that he had left of his own accord. But it was unlike William to not follow proper procedure. Ever. They searched the grounds in hopes of finding him. No one had seen him leave. But no one had also considered that William's window had been opened.. And left open, during the night. Ronald was called to be informed. He was sitting with Grell at the time. The pair were confused and upset, but knew that he was okay.

Ronald sat down at the table. "W..where would he go? I mean… Boss wouldn't be THAT upset…right? I mean…He didn't seem upset…"

Grell rolled his eyes. "Psh- Will isn't one to stay in the hospital. He probably had it out for those demons that almost killed him." Grell didn't seem upset or worried, and continued to look at his nails. "But his eyes were this funky yellow color when he was awake and babbling about his master or something." Pausing, he considered it, then shrugged it off.

"….Master?" Ron leaned forward. "You don't think…?"

"As if that would happen to our Willu~ He's too good for THOSE monsters."

There was silence. "It happened to you."

Grell stopped. "… But who would he go to? There aren't that many demons in the area. And both the two that there are, have their heads up their little master's asses."

"…But you know they have their own agendas…"

There was silence. "You really think Will could… Could be..turned into a pet? I mean… It's Will! It's William!"

"…..Well, you know the boss. They said that the ones who were not used to….erm…." Ron scratched the back of his head. "Physical contact… were more vulnerable?"

"….When was the last time Will got laid?"

There was grim, awkward silence. "…I don't think the boss HAS been."

"….So…. That probably means…" Grell's voice was hushed. He put his nail file on the table and dug out the rare capacity to be completely serious. "How far gone do you think he was?"

"He was calling him master in his sleep, Suttcliff senpai."

"…They…" He didn't say anything else, but stood, grabbing his chainsaw and looked at Ron. "Get your scythe. We've got overtime." He shuddered. "I know what that demon's touch feels like, Ronald, trust me."

"So then what are we going to do?"

"…We're going to bring him back. Or kill the demon." Dropping a wink, he grinned at Ron and lifted the chainsaw. "I'd LOVE to spar with that gorgeous man again. And Willu~ No doubt he'll try to defend his master to the death." Ronald sighed.

"Ever the same, Suttcliff senpai." But Ronald smiled still. Grell couldn't stay serious for longer than a minute. "You sure you won't relapse?"

"Relapse, me? Noooo~ I just love gorgeous men! After all, I am to DIE for." Ronald rolled his eyes but nodded.

"Whatever you say, Suttcliff senpai." The pair went out the door and into the morning, forsaking their day off to hunt William and his demonic master. "How exactly are we supposed to FIND THEM?"

Grell stopped at the edge of where the human world and the shinigami realm ended. He looked back at Ronald, glasses obscuring his eyes and smiling. "We go to the Undertaker." Ronald frowned but didn't protest immediately.

"What can an old man like that do?"

Grell's smile only widened. "Everything."

London was dark and misty, and it was raining just a bit before the pair arrived at the small, dismal shop. Grell nudged the door open. "Undertaker?" There was silence, and coffins, skulls, spider webs, the tools of the trade all hidden in a back room. They wandered in, dust lifting with their footprints.

"Eh-hehehehe, so? What is it you're missing? Perhaps…Your boss?" The voice seemed to emanate from nothing. There was a creak, a laugh, and the long haired man appeared from nowhere. Grell turned around.

"We are," he smiled, looking at the gray-haired man.

"And you don't know where to start looking, do you?" he laughed.

"..No sir..we-we don't." Ronald stuttered. Shifting a bit, Ron looked at his feet.

"Ah, well, that's simple. Where ELSE would a demon be hiding, but the place he dwells?"

"….But he wouldn't keep William there."

There was silence. "Wouldn't you want to keep YOUR pets close?"

"But his Master wouldn't APPRECIATE it."

There was silence. "Sebastian wouldn't defy his master, yes, but he would still keep him. William would be a valuable asset to the young earl. Defying death itself is of value."

"….Do you think they would actually make him a servant?" Ron asked.

Undertaker laughed. "That…would be entertaining. Grell shuddered.

"You think shinigami pets are entertaining?"

The Undertaker smiled. "I think they are…fascinating." Leaning forward, his nose held close to Ron's. "Don't you, young shinigami?"

"I..I guess but-"

"Tell me anything you can about it." There was silence.

"Well… He started acting funny when he went out, and then he came home and looked like he had a fever…and then…"

Undertaker sighed. "Let me see him when you get him back. I want to examine him before you take him to get him…fixed." He smiled grimly before turning away.

"F-fixed?" Grell was suddenly worried. "What do you mean, Fixed?"

"As in they'll either…stir his brain..Or…" he laughed.

"O..or?" There was silence before Undertaker spoke again. "We'll let you imagine that."

There was longer silence and both young men went pale. "I don't believe I've ever had a shinigami guest before. Perhaps he'll be the most beautiful yet." His laugh rang out. The pair scattered.

"D..Do you really think they'd…?" Ron asked. He was scared.

"…If Will can't be cured through time… I..I don't know."

There was more silence. "L…Let's find him…" The pair wandered down the road, letting the rain hit their backs in the dark and then, when they came to the manor grounds, they couldn't bring themselves to go in.

"Do you think that he's happy? I mean.. Being with Sebastian…?" Grell looked at Ron.

"…..It's just an addiction." Ron was blatant and quieter.

"..We came out here, all gung-ho and..ready to take him home. But if he could die.. Maybe..Maybe he's better off here." Grell dropped the chainsaw in the mud.

"Don't say that, Suttcliff senpai," Ronald stretched. "We NEED to do this."

"Can we at least see? If he's happy. If he's happy… I don't want to have to take him back, ruin his life and get him…" he stopped. His quirkiness seemed to have drained since Undertaker's visit.

"..We'll look in on him."

They snuck their way up to the manor and peeked in, looking through enough windows until they discovered a small, discreet room with a small slatted window. This, was, they assumed, Sebastian's room. Will was asleep in the bed, sheets pulled over his naked form, smiling gently. His glasses were skewed, his hair was messy, his face blushed, but he was content.

"….he's…"

"Calm. And smiling."

William shifted and nuzzled close to the still awake butler next to him. Sebastian smirked. "Oh, how addiction makes you weak, William," he whispered before leaning over to kiss his neck. William gasped slightly and nuzzled closer, letting the demon touch him. Grell dropped from the window.

"…Let's go home."

Ronald stared. "Y..You're just going to give up?"

"For now, yes." Grell shuddered.

"B..but why?"

Grell stood in the rain. "Because. He's too far gone. Maybe he'll wake up on his own. Maybe he hasn't gone that far… but… we can't handle this. We can't. The best thing we could do is go back to the central office and tell them Will isn't anywhere to be found."

"….But he wouldn't want-"

"You don't know Ronald. That's all he wants right now." There was longer silence.

"…..At least a week, senpai.. A few days. We need to know if…"

"If?"

There was the sound of pouring rain. Ronald rubbed the back of his head. "If he's salvageable.. Maybe stay in London for a few days… Come here…have a stake out?"

Grell nodded. "Alright…" Fixing his glasses. "Maybe he has lapses? Maybe every once in a while he comes to his senses…"

Ron smiled. "Yeah. Maybe he does. And then."

Grell gave him a small, but not triumphant grin. "Then we get to shred demons."