Chapter 18: Danny POV

"Just listen to me, William," I said trailing after him. "Have I been wrong before?"

"A Demon possessing a Human is very serious," he said, walking around a corner and stopping as I almost collided with him. He turned and shoved his glasses up. "I am pulling you."

"No," I said, shaking my head. "No this is my case."

"Grell can work it, he worked your background File, he knows the Phantomhives."

I leaned into his face and hissed, "Grell gets off task the moment you mention the name. You think he will be able to do his job with the Demon around? You should have seen the notes he gave me on the Demon alone, hearts everywhere."

"If it is true - and we can't just take your word on it - if the child is possessed," he shook his head. "No, you are pulled. End of story."

"So who are you going to pass this to? Ron? Please don't send Othello. He may start quoting the science textbooks he is so fond of reading."

"I'm not sending any of my men in. I'm kicking this to Possession's Department. Where it belongs. If they decide to send one of us, it's on them."

He turned and walked the short walk to his office and firmly closed the door. I turned and saw Grell across the open office and he waved. I shook my head and rolled my eyes; I already had to endure the walk from the alley to Headquarters with him asking questions. They all centered around the Demon. I avoided him as I slipped into my own office and found it blissfully empty. I picked up a few files lying around and thumbed through them. Nothing piqued my interest and I put them back onto the basket. I twirled my pen. I stared at the ceiling. I doodled. And finally I shoved back and stood up.

"This is my case," I said to the walls. I picked up the phone and rang across the country to the Possession's Department. I remembered graduating Reaper Academy with a Canadian who went into the Department. I bit my cheek trying to remember his name.

"Possessions."

"Yes, is Matthew Fakes working?"

There was silence and I waited. "One moment. I'll connect you."

I froze. It worked. I picked up my pen and a slid a pad over to me. There was a long pause and then a deep voice came on the line. "Ya, Matt here."

"Matt? This is Danny - Danny Hyde."

"Danny… Danny! My it has been a while! Where did you get shipped off to?"

"I transferred to the London Branch, actually."

"Really? They let Americans into that place?" he laughed and I could feel his deep voice vibrating down the line. "What is going on? You just remembered I existed?"

"Well," I began. I would be asking someone to give me information that I was told wasn't my business anymore. "I have a File I am trying to close. But Management," I said, drawing it out.

"Uhg, Management. A File needs closing and they want more paperwork. So what do you need?"

"I don't want to ask for something and get you into trouble," I started, knowing Matt would scoff and ask me again what I needed. And he did. So I told him there was a child Possession that was being sent up to them that day - even already there - and if he could look at it?

"For you, ya. These Brits are nice, but we have to stick together sometimes. Give me your contact and I'll get you information as soon as I know."

"Matt, I owe you one."

"Just don't get caught, and make it a spectacular Exorcism."

I rang off and sat back. Now I had to wait. I called down to the Retirement Department and found my paperwork had been stuck in processing at some smaller department for a while. I had time. To close this one case and make sure that the young Master was not going to be terribly hurt. I left the office early and went to my home. All my plants were dead and I spent the rest of the day cleaning. I would stop renting the flat soon, I could feel it.