"One of us… is going to d-die?" Elliot whispered, sinking into her seat, a hand clamped tightly over her mouth. Her dull-blue eyes were wide with horror. Carla and Turk had gone pale, Keith still staring at his shoes as if he couldn't bear to look anyone in the face. He probably couldn't.

For a second, JD's jaw was slack, before he promptly closed it and swallowed hard. That sounds like something a "catch" from Hell would be like.

"No one is going to die." Perry snapped at the blonde woman, his eyes blazing. His jaw was set tightly. "We… we'll just have to find another way." He didn't know how, he didn't know where, but damn it, they'd find it. He wouldn't allow someone on his team to die. Or Newbie. Hell, was he even part of the team now? Due to the rules of a Summoning, the demon did have to stick with them 24/7 or else he'd begin to deteriorate physically after two days of separation.

JD bit his lip, almost drawing blood and barely keeping himself from grabbing the redhead by the collar, "There is no other way!" he shouted, fists clenched at his sides until his knuckles were white. He was breathing hard.

"There has to be." Perry growled through grit teeth. "There's no one to sacrifice! And as if I'd let any of you do it."

"Then who?!" Carla blurted, leaning forward on the couch, "Like JD said, we can't leave the Others to die." Turk, unable to form words, nodded dumbly next to her, even though he most likely couldn't quite understand her words.

"Don't you think I know that?!" Perry hissed, putting his arms behind his head in that way he always did when he knew something had to be done, but he wasn't sure how to do it. Turning to Keith, who was watching him wide-eyed, he growled, "Isn't there some other way to get to Hell at all? Anything that doesn't have to do with sacrifice?!"

Again, the young intern started to sweat as all eyes landed on him again. Keith racked his mind for any possible answer that wasn't "no." He almost found none; until his soft blue eyes lit up, "Glenn." He said simply.

Perry's brows knitted together in confusion. "What?"

"Glenn Matthews." Keith specified, suddenly looking much more confident. "He's a master at these things-- a Shifter, in fact. I know he'll be able to help you!" He added as an afterthought, "As long as he's not too busy planning world domination… again…"

"Wait," JD said, raising a hand. He looked relieved at the possibility of another option, but suspicious at the same time, "Who's Glenn Matthews?"

"He works at Sacred Heart," Keith told him, and Perry blinked twice. Glenn Matthews worked where? "You guys see him every day! He's the maintenance man."

They all stared at him with blank expressions. Keith sighed, "The Janitor?"

A chorus of "Oh." answered him. Looking a bit annoyed, the intern said, "I mean, really, guys, just 'cuz he's a janitor doesn't mean he's nameless. That assumption always pisses him off."

"I don't give a damn." Perry growled, towering over him and instantly Keith was back to his fearful ways. "How the hell did we not know Jumpsuit was a Shifter?" He almost seemed to be asking himself more than anyone else. "He must be damn good at hiding it, if he could sit there in our sights every day and stay out of our hunter radars…"

Shifters were a kind of healer, very knowledgeable in herbs and medicine, while also experts in ceremonies, summonings, and the like. They were also where the legend of the werewolf came from, as they could shift into any animal form they wished, usually canines, like dogs, wolves or foxes, hence the title Shifter. Usually it would be easy for a hunter, with their honed senses and instincts, to sense the presence of one, as they carried the poignant, strong scent of herbs with them wherever they went, no matter how many showers they took.

Perry had caught those scents on Lurch a few times before, but had thought nothing of it, since they were quite few and far-between. He wished he hadn't now.

"That's why I said he's a master." Keith mumbled under his breath, but Perry heard him. Making a low, nearly animalistic growling sound at the back of his throat, the Irishman took a threatening step toward him. Keith immediately made a frightened whimpering sound and hastily backed up a few steps.

Satisfied with this reaction, Perry snorted.

"So…" the quiet voice caught the redhead's attention and he looked at the speaker. JD. "…we're going to save them?" The black-haired demon's blue eyes were wide and hopeful, yet scared, and his ridiculously attractive full lips were quivering…

Perry tried to ignore his heart melting as his gaze softened, "Yes, JD." JD's eyes went even wider. Not once, ever, had Perry called him by his real name since he had got there. It was always Sasha, Nellie, Clarice, Hannah, or Newbie… "If Jumpsuit knows what's good for him, we're going to save them."

JD did his best to not let himself tear up over something like this, so he just answered with a watery smile.

They stared at one another for a few more seconds before Carla cleared her throat. In an instant, they broke the stare, looking somewhere else. Anywhere else, as long as it wasn't the other. JD kept fidgeting, caught between thinking of some plan to get through Hell unnoticed and hugging Perry right then and there.

Perry just hoped his face didn't look too red.

"I don't care if the interns were bugging you or not, Bobbo."

"You'd do well to start!"

"And why is that?" Perry barked at the retired hunter. Dr. Kelso had been on his ass all morning. It seemed the redhead had been wrong to assume their sudden departure the day before would go unaddressed.

"Because you and the others left, leaving all the work to the idiotic interns who found it so necessary to come to me with their stupid questions instead of you, the person they normally torture!" The elderly man snarled, his eyes like gray-blue fire as he glared angrily at the other man.

Scoffing, Perry retorted, "Whatever. They're not bugging you now, are they?" Without waiting for a response, he continued, "No, they're nawt. So why don't you skip along, Bobcat, I got something to do." He turned expertly on his heel and stalked away, ignoring Kelso's shouts behind him.

Where the hell is Jumpsuit? Nobody had seen the Janitor all morning, which was just so-ho convenient considering the little situation they had yesterday. Sonuvabitch.

Perry's mental berating of the "maintenance man's" fan-fucking-tascular timing was cut off as he tripped, falling forwards flat on his face on the hard floor. A sharp pain shot through his head and he let out a startled puff of breath.

"So Angry Doctor, Dude-Intern told me you wanted to see me or you'd kill him."

Sonuvabitch janitor!

A/N: That's certainly what the Janitor would do xD And yes, peoples, the Janitor's real name is Glenn Matthews. Some people don't know that, sadly. Well, now ya do. Hopefully this chapter was at least somewhat humorous; my comedy muse has been dying lately… Review?