A/n I want to thank everyone who has reviewed, the last chapter posted was actually a third attempt. I feel so accomplished that my OC seems to fit in. Given I'm expecting a lot from myself in this story. Oh and to all the nit-pickers who actually gave my fic a chance, I know that Grell is a trans, but here Grell is a guy. At least to Ana. On to it then!

After realizing that I wasn't going to miss curfew by any means, I decided that I might as well head back to Undertaker's parlor to see if he had gotten any more customers. I really didn't have anything else to do anyway.

When I re-entered the doors of my workplace, I noticed a couple people talking to the Undertaker. It seemed to be a boy and an older butler. The boy, who couldn't have been over fourteen, was demanding information from my boss. The look on my boss' face, along with the fact of what this child was demanding, made me giggle a little boy turned around at the sound of my laugh.

"Who are you?" he asked with a very serious expression on his face.

"Oh, excuse me, I'm Ana. I was just coming in to see if my boss had any more work for me now." I said looking at Undertaker when I said 'my boss'.

"If I may ask, who might you be?" The boy looked very annoyed, but Undertaker stepped in and answered my question.

"This is the young Earl Ciel Phantomhive. I know I've told you about him at some point haven't I?"

I looked back at the boy, this young Lord Phantomhive, and said, "I apologize for not recognizing you sooner. I only giggled because you didn't seem to understand my boss' 'pay before say' policy. Of course you must already know his price."

"Yes, I am aware of his price. Would you happen to have any information that I could use?" he asked, still looking annoyed.

I wondered if he even knew how to smile.

"I'm sorry sir, but Undertaker is the one who deals the information. All I could deal is a joke." I replied with a small smirk.

Undertaker was holding his sides trying to hold in a giggle for my performance.

"If I may ask, what is a lady doing working at a funeral parlor anyway?" the butler, or person I assumed was a butler from his attire, asked.

"I help keep the place, and that sign out front, up a bit. Occasionally I help him pick out the lining for the coffins he makes." I answered.

"If you could deal a joke, then would you pay the Undertaker for us?" the butler asked.

I could feel something off about him, so I answered, "Ah, but I'm not the one seeking information now, am I?"

"Sebastian, take care of the price!" Ciel demanded.

"Yes, my lord." Sebastian answered on bended knee. "I must kindly ask that you and lady Ana wait outside for a moment."

"Fine." the earl replied.

I held the door open for the young earl and we both exited. Immediately I went to get the ladder and tools from the shed. The laughter started almost instantly, and I reacted quickly. Soon the sign was in its place again.

"How well do you know how to defend yourself?" Ciel asked.

"Well enough to return to my place of residence when I get off of work late." I answered before asking, "Why do you ask?"

"I was wondering if you'd want a job at the manor. We could use someone that is as handy as you around." he said.

"With all due respect I'm doing alright where I am now. Though, I may take you up on that offer if Madame Richardson ever throws me out." I answered.

He was about to respond when Sebastian opened the door for us. I automatically headed to the back to prepare black tea. When I was in the kitchen I couldn't overhear any potentially harmful information.

I got down a beaker from the cabinet for Undertaker and made sure that it was clean before starting the tea. I also retrieved a couple of cups that I had hidden in the back of the cabinet for Ciel and Sebastian. I had bought the cups for Undertaker to use instead of his beakers, but he tended to throw them around if it would give him a laugh. So, I hid the few that I saved and only brought them out when someone alive was staying long enough for tea.

As soon as the tea was ready, I brought it out. Instead of the young earl and his butler in the room, I was surprised to see Grell. He seemed to be hugging Undertaker and attempting to lift up his bangs. It was a hilariously confusing sight. I laughed slightly as I put the tea down on the counter.

The laugh, much like my giggle earlier, attracted the attention of Undertaker's guest. He let go of my boss and turned to see who had laughed. A smile broke out on his face when he realized that I was me. Odd.

"Ana! How nice to see you again!" He exclaimed, jumping towards me.

I sidestepped and said, "Hello Grell. What are you doing here?"

He landed face first into the ground, but got back up and replied, "Well I heard from the maid at the manor that Bassy and that brat of his were coming here for information. It seems that I've missed them, but seeing you and Undertaker has made the trip worthwhile."

"My, my, I didn't know you knew Grell, Ana." my boss said, his usual smile a little wider than usual.

"Barely, he introduced himself on my way home from work this last Thursday." I answered.

"Ana, you work here?" Grell asked.

"Yes, and I know it's surprising for a woman to work in a Funeral Parlor. Still, Boss here was the first to accept my willingness to work."

"Of course. She has a great sense of humor." Undertaker replied, holding his sides and ignoring the fact that I had once again called him 'Boss'.

"Anyway, I'm guessing that this 'Bassy' you were talking about was the butler of the young earl who was here a few minutes ago. I believe the real name was Sebastian. Am I right?"

"They just left a few minutes ago? Then I may be able to catch him!" Grell said before rushing out and heading left.

"Hehehe." Undertaker chuckled.

"What's so funny this time?" I asked.

"Nothing much dearie, it's just that he went the opposite direction of the young earl and the hilarious butler that he was seeking."