Author note: I'm as surprised as you are by the quick update. I've almost finished this now, just a few more chapters.
Warning: Sex, violence, masochism, bondage, good lord, it's GRELL, that deserves a warning all it's own!
Pair: Grell Sutcliff and William Spears
Disclaimer: Aside from the cat, I don't own anything. Yana Toboso does.

"This is bullshit." Grell stared at the paper in Will's hand. They both blinked blankly at the letter in Will's hand. "It's got to be. Someone's idea of a joke."

"I'm being hauled up… for sexual harassment of a co-worker?" Will raised an eyebrow. "I thought everyone knew about us by now."

"Does it even count as harassment if we're dating?" Grell genuinely couldn't recall ever being so confused before. Evans had been punished, sure, but there hadn't been a court case for the incident. The High Ups had decided the sheer amount of witnesses to his attack on Grell was more than enough evidence to prove him guilty. "You haven't been cheating on me, have you?" he asked cheekily. Will snorted.

"Why would I bother? You'd kill me if I even thought about it."

Grell rubbed his eyes tiredly, smudging his mascara. It had been a long day in the office, and to come home to find a court summons sitting on their doormat was the last thing they'd expected.

"I don't understand. Why would they send you a summons for a Disciplinary Hearing? We've been careful in public. I've hidden every mark and bruise. Unless someone else has accused you, there's nothing they could have on you." Will glanced across at his lover, a strange light in his eyes.

"You said you told Alice Tyler and Rebecca Jenkins everything, right?"

"Yeah, they noticed a couple of bruises and asked about it. Why?"

"Could anyone else of heard you and misunderstood?"

"No, of course n-" something in Will's voice made Grell stop and think. "Well, I guess it's not impossible; they dragged me into one of the side offices. There were people in the corridor, but we shut the door, and I wasn't exactly yelling about it." Will's hand came up to tangle in long hair.

"That's probably it. Someone probably overheard what you were saying and got the wrong end of the stick. It's a simple misunderstanding. We'll just explain the truth, and everything will be fine."

"I hope so." Grell grumbled. "I don't suppose they'd take us back in London after all this time." Will laughed.

"Are you kidding? Without me in the office, the whole department will have fallen to bits by now." he pressed a kiss to Grell's cheek. "They'd be begging for us to come back."

"They'd be begging for you to come back." Grell corrected. Will rolled his eyes, and in one swift move, grabbed Grell's wrists and moved to pin him to the wall.

What could have been the start of an amazing night was immediately scuppered.

"Fucking cat!" Will shrieked as Sebastian shot away down the hall. The Abyssinian hissed briefly before it disappeared. "I hate you." He whined after it. Grell was in hysterics. As they had been talking, the cat had woven itself between Will's ankles, and when Will had moved to push Grell against the wall, the cat had tripped him. Grell ended up sitting against wall, with Will's head in his lap.

"He's just affectionate." Grell chuckled, running a hand through short black hair. "You're just too-AH!" Will's mouth had found something better to do that talk. "Alright, shutting up."

The next half hour was spent on the floor of the hallway, too wrapped up in each other to move to the bedroom, or to notice the traumatised postman that tried peering through the letterbox when they didn't answer the door. He'd leave the delivery next door, he decided.

Grell was swearing under his breath as Will helped untangle his hair. The crimson waves were almost hopelessly knotted and snarled by their activities.

"Um..." Will bit his lip, hesitant for once.

"What?"

"I can't get these knots out of the ends." Grell flipped his hair over his shoulder and attacked it with a brush. Five minutes later, he'd only succeeded in making the tangles fluffier. They weren't coming out any time soon.

"Shit."

"I hate to say it, but…"

"I know." Grell's voice was subdued. "Will you do it?"

"Sure." Will kissed the top of his lover's head. "I'll be right back."

Grell couldn't help but shed a tear as Will gently cut the mess of rattails out. When they had finished, Grell's hair – which he had worn waist length for the last hundred years – fell to the middle of his back, a good foot shorter than it had been.

"It's not as bad as it could have been, at least." Grell sighed, running his fingers through it. "It'll soon grow back." He smiled slightly. "At least I'll be able to look smart for the court date."

"You always look lovely." Will bopped him over the head.

TBC