A/N: I just wanted to thank everyone for the reviews and such. It means a lot to read them and see you all like it.

As usual I do not own any of the characters.

Extra: In this story, Alan has already died from the thorns.

Grell paced outside of the office of Ronald Knox and Eric Slingby. He chewed his lower lip only to stop when the coppery taste of blood met his tongue and instead tapped his nails on his leg. Once again he had traded his usual attire for some red slacks and a white blouse and some black loafers as William gave him a day off.

Grell still needed to find away to thank his boss for that. After all. Telling these two was going to take a lot out of him it would seem. After all. Ronald was like family to him. Since the day he was presented as his little trainee. He would always think of him as his own.

"Senpai? What are you wearing?" Said young man walked up to the red looking at him confused.

Grell blinked and looked down at what he wore almost forgetting he wasn't in uniform per say and chuckled. "Oh nothing, just something I found hidden in the depths of my closet."

He gave him one of his dazzling smiles though it didn't reach his eyes this time.

Ronald frowned as he led the red head into the office Eric sitting at his desk and filling out his paper work. He nearly did a double take upon seeing Grell in normal attire for lack of a better word.

"Sutcliff...to what do we owe the pleasure?" He asked finding his voice.

"I was hoping the three of us could get some drinks," Grell answered smiling. "My treat."

"Sounds great," Ronald grinning.

"Sure, why not," Eric nodded getting up.

Grell smiles and linked arms with the two other men as they walked out dispatch and headed to their favorite bar.

It was on the third round of drinks that Eric deemed it necessary to ask the redhead what was going on.

"I don't know what you mean," Grell answered.

"Bull. You're not...yourself Grell...what's going on?" He asked.

Grell sighed and bit his lip once more as he looked at Eric. Telling him would be hardest. He had already lost Alan only a year before from the disease and it had brought them all closer and now Grell would be losing one of the closest friends he'd ever made.

Ronald looked at the red head worried. It tore at Grell's heart to tell them but they deserved to know.

"I...there's something I need to tell you," Grell started fiddling with his fingers.

Eric and Ronald nodded and waited while the red head gathered his thoughts.

"I...I have..." he took a a deep breath. "I have the...um...I-" He shook his head and got up from the table and left the bar ducking into and alley and put his face in his hands.

I can't do it, he thought shaking his head. I can't bear to hurt them. Not after Alan.

Eric and Ronald stared at the vacant seat Grell had been sitting moments ago. "Well that was..."

"Weird...right?" Ronald finished.

Eric nodded and took a drink of his beer. "Even for Sutcliff."

Ronald shrugged and motioned the barmaid over and ordered two more drinks. "Ah well, maybe he's PMSing or whatever it is he does," he chuckled.

Eric smiled and shook his head. "You're probably right.

Undertaker looked up as the bell above his shop door opened and Grell collapsed face first into one of the coffins. "I can't do it," he mumbled. "I tried to tell Eric and Alan and...I failed."

Undertaker set down his things and walked over to the coffin and prodded Grell over, glad it was one of the larger ones he had made, and had Grell setting against him and rain his fingers through the younger man's hair.

"You did not fail my dear, you just do not wish to hurt them."

Grell nodded and closed his eyes relaxing against the silver haired man.

"Alan's own death is still fresh in their minds, it's understandable."

"Really?"

Undertaker nodded and kissed his forehead. "But you must tell them alright? They will be sad yes, but they will also be your best support system that you could ever ask for. It will give them time to prepare for when..."

"I die," Grell replied wrapping his arms around him.

Undertaker titled his chin up and Grell opened his eyes to look at him. "It will be alright Grell."

Tears fell down the redhead's cheeks as he began crying in silent sobs burrying his face into the legends chest. Undertaker let him cry holding him close, whispering soothingly to the other running his fingers through his hair in a comforting manor.

It was not the first and it would not be the last time Grell would cry himself to sleep.