Sorry this update is short and took so long to get up. I started college (XD!) and though I do enjoy professing in Music (my second choice really, wanted to do mortuary science and become a REAL undertaker) it is one heck of a commitment...

So, updates with vary both length of chapter and length of days after the most recent update.

In for a treat though...Well, not really...But we all get some good news! In later chapters that is...

"Grell?" William knocked on the door of the bathroom. After hearing what had happened she couldn't believe it, it wasn't true! There was no way! According to William's story Grell had been attacked by the mortician who dealt with the bodies, the injuries (which she'd yet to see) supported the guess that she had been violated sexually. The internal examination had yet to be done but she was more than certain she had been raped; how dare some shameless bastard mar my virgin body! The scythe having been used to hold her place was her husband's. No, it wasn't true at all! Some demon-some horrible creature-had framed her beloved husband. She wouldn't believe it and she refused to. If anything, Undertaker was a tad nutty but he was just as gentle and sweet and all around a lovely man. He wasn't the kind of person to do this-especially to someone he loved!

"Grell!" William tried to open the door, finding it locked, "Grell Sutcliffe, open this door immediately. We have to treat your injuries,"

"No!" she growled back, "You get a forensic team in to examine me. This was no work of a reaper!"

"Grell..." William sighed from behind the door, she then continued.

"There was someone else..." Grell spoke softly, shamelessly, "I-I couldn't see much, but he had red eyes...And a reaper was there...Maybe the one who owned that scythe...B-but no reaper did this to me...It had to have been a demon! Listen to me dammit!"

"Honestly..." William rubbed the bridge of his nose, "If I do this will you come out of the bathroom?"

"Yes! Do this investigation properly you dumb son of a bitch!" Grell cursed, venom in her voice, "NOW!"

Little did Grell know that a forensic team had already been dispatched. Reapers were especially anal beings, there was no reason why the Labyrinth Division wasn't going to get involved with the investigation. By the afternoon they had examined the crime scene, which proved somewhat useful. It had snowed a bit the previous night and thus any tracks left by Grell's attacker were gone. The scythe had been taken into custody as evidence and was being studied by a forensic team to determine who it belonged to. The area had been scanned for any DNA left at the scene, besides Grell's, but none was found. So far, the only conclusion was that a reaper had violated Grell.

That is until the forensic, medical staff arrived at the hospital to examine Grell. She was still in the bathroom at the time and had to be eased out, once she was out though she cooperated a hundred percent, eager to prove her husband's innocence. She only permitted the female member (quite elderly as well, having no means of reproduction the demons had spared her) to conduct the examination, she didn't want to be touched by any man other than her guiltless husband.

"Alright," the doctor smiled softly (as if to make her comfortable) as she set her clip-board down, "I'm going to ask you a few questions first before we begin, so just stay seated and relax,"

Grell cast her a small, slight glare as if to say "How can I relax when William is after my husband?" or "How can I relax knowing I've been violated by a demon?" but remained silent and breathed deeply. She knew she'd have to answer her questions truthfully and she also know that this doctor in particular could not divulge any personal issue they spoke of. Her husband's future was in good hands, just as her heart was in his good hands. Anything of sexual nature (other than the assault) would remain in the black and far away from her superiors' senses.

"Alright," the doctor pulled on a pair of rubber gloves, she then picked her clipboard back up as well as a pen, "Have you recently taken any drugs? Medication, opium? Anything of that sort,"

"About a month ago for seizures, but nothing since then," Grell told her.

"Okay," she jotted that down, "Have you been in contact with unusual people lately?"

Grell paused, "Yes, sort of, I suppose,"

"Is it of personal nature? Sexual nature?" the doctor asked.

Grell sighed, rubbing the bridge of her nose, "Yes, I had a one night stand,"

"Did he have any deformities? Diseases? Anyone in this Division? If so, we can test him right away to see if his DNA is in your wounds," she clarified.

Grell grimaced hatefully, they still thought a reaper did this to her! Hadn't they been working on this all afternoon!

"For the last time, a demon did this! I remember seeing a demon's eyes over me before he started raping me! He drugged me with chloroform!" Grell snapped, more so angry that sad, "But if you want to know so damn bad who I had sex with the other night it was the Labyrinth's Mortician. He was caught up in the snow, I invited him in, and we made love! He had no deformities, no diseases, and yes, he is part of the Division,"

The doctor looked astounded, "The Undertaker?...Are you certain?"

"Yes, I'm sure dammit! Want me to measure my certainty in inches?" Grell snapped, "Now do you fucking examination!"

Yes, that was a penis joke...LOLZ. We all can dream, yes? Of course, by what Grell says, we all can assume he's either slightly more decent or exceedingly well endowed.