AN: Attention! I may or may not have writers block and so if this chapter is not on par with my other work I may change it. Whether I do or not remains to be seen.

Hawkeye finished delivering her profile of who she thought the killer would be. Madam Red, for one, seemed rather nervous all of a sudden. How strange. "My, but that's ridiculous! Obviously the attacker is male! How could a woman show such fury?" Madam Red pointed out.

Hawkeye and Mustang thought about this for a bit. Surprisingly, Mustang arrived at a conclusion first. "What if it's a team? A man and a woman?" he speculated. Ciel looked thoughtful, after all, it would explain why everyone had an alibi.

After this opinion was voiced everyone looked at each other the same way as the people who play Clue do. A long, awkward silence ensued. To break said silence Lau (he's been rather quiet, hasn't he?) asked the question "Earl, wasn't there a contact of your who could help?"

Ciel was roused from his thoughts by this. He glanced over at he foreign man and then nodded. "Yes quite, shall we be on our way then? Sebastian, fetch my cloak." the pint-sized lord commanded. Sebastian nodded and left, Madam Red's butler Grell trailing behind him.

Mustang and Hawkeye gathered their things. Actually, Hawkeye gathered their things and Mustang chatted with Lau and Madam Red. As she headed for the door, Hawkeye heard Roy say "You wouldn't happen to know a fellow named Ling Yao, would you? I must say you look a lot like him." ever the tactical one, Roy was. Hawkeye rolled her eyes and held open the door.

As she ushered the Colonel out of the room, The Hawk's Eyes felt the unmistakeable feeling of someone glaring at her. The hair on the back of her neck went up. But by the time she had turned around, she found that no one was looking at her. Huh.

Once outside, Mustang noticed that there was two old-fashioned vehicles awaiting them. They were much like the old horse-and-buggy style that they no longer made in Amestris. How odd.

Hawkeye and Mustang bordered the first car with Grell and Lau. Hawkeye sighed and stared out the window. She was anticipating a very long, very annoying ride filled to the brim with her superior embarrassing himself.

Hawkeye was not to be disappointed. The majority of the ride was spent listening to Mustang ask Lau and Grell where they had been on the nights of the murders, whether they could enter alternate universes etc. Hawkeye leaned back and wondered if anyone was worried about them. Oh, wait, that's her job.

After about a half hour of this, they arrived at their destination. Hawkeye got out of the vehicle and glanced around. She took in her surroundings and liked what she saw. It was a sniper's dream. Everywhere she looked there was a wall or some such to stay behind. She smiled.

Mustang looked at the smile on Hawkeye's face and shivered. The last time he had seen that look, he had ended up in the hospital for a month. Hawkeye stopped smiling as they headed in. The reason for this became apparent when the man they had come to see stepped into view.

It wasn't that he was tall (he was) or that he had wore all black (he did) it was because the guy was cradling a skull and talking to it. That was the really creepy part. Hawkeye and Mustang regarded the strange man for a moment (Mustang almost fainted) then sat down on the closest available object.

Ciel began "Undertaker, you have heard of the woman being murdered and then, erm...disemboweled?" he asked. Undertaker grinned. "Oh, yes, little lord. I've had some of those guests. They were all cut up. I'd tell you more if one of you could give a laugh. It's been so very long." Undertaker said in a creepy voice. Sebastian and Ciel looked at each other and then Sebastian ushered everyone outside.

Everyone waited for a long time. Hawkeye took out her gun to polish. Mustang idly played with his ignition gloves. Hawkeye saw him doing that and promptly swatted his hand. Didn't need another explosion.

After what seemed like hours raucous laughter suddenly rent the air. Mustang jumped a foot in the air. Sebastian graciously opened the door and told everyone to come in. The Undertaker was still shaking with laughter, but he started talking anyway.

"On the first few victims the cuts were shallow, hesitant. As if the bad person didn't want to kill the guests. And on some of the guests the cuts were deeper, like a man had done it, quite unlike the others which were more like a woman." the Undertaker said, confirming Mustang's theory.

Undertaker didn't seem to know much more than that so they headed out. They all got in and Hawkeye settled into her seat to mull over the facts of the case and hopefully arrive at a conclusion.

By the time they had arrived back at the mansion, Mustang was snoring and Hawkeye (not knowing much about London) wasn't any closer to an answer then she had been before. She woke up the Colonel and they climbed out of the cab.

Ciel, it seemed, had already sent his butler on some errand to find the person behind this. Evidently, her profile hadn't been very convincing so he had sent Sebastian after someone completely opposite her description.

Funnily enough, by the time they had gotten inside, the butler was already awaiting them with tea and a suspect. It seemed that the Viscount of Druitt was the only possible suspect. He was also apparently holding a party soon and they were to undercover and see if there was any evidence against him.

Hawkeye was extremely annoyed at the show of ignoring her profile. However, she was very good at hiding her feelings and so she showed great enthusiasm at this discovery. However, Mustang had known her for too long not to notice when she was upset.

Madam Red looked highly pleased at this new development but she tried to conceal it. Her butler, too, looked very happy. Hawkeye took all of this in. She had but one thing to say. "Well, that's all very well and good, but there are a few problems with going to this party. One, the Colonel and I do not know you're customs and two, wouldn't you and the Earl be recognized?"

Sebastian smirked. He looked over Mustang and Hawkeye and then his young master. He said "Ah, well, we can teach you about London. And, when we go, the Young Master will no longer be the Young Master." Hawkeye raised her eyebrows at the cryptic remark.

"He will be the Young Mistress. I shall be his tutor." the butler elaborated. Ciel groaned and sunk into his chair. Hawkeye's mouth quirked and she couldn't help but smile. Mustang had no such qualms. He burst out laughing.

"Let's get right on that then, shall we?"

AN: What did you think? My writers block disappeared! I must say, I rather like this chapter! But what do you think? Please review!