Grell allowed Madam Red to grip her hand, as she climbed into her extravagant red carriage. She was squeezing Grell tight, tight enough to hurt the reaper in disguise. With the slightest sway of the carriage, Madam Red was holding Grell's hand too tight. "Ouch!"

"I… I'm sorry Grell…"

"It's alright." She reassured, shaking the pain out of her hand after Madam Red was seated safely inside of the carriage. "I understand." And she truly did. This wasn't a lie to make her Madam feel better like many others she had said before. The accident that lost the madam her lover and her unborn child... Grell and Ronald Knox where there to reap that incident together… Ronald did it calmly and stoicly. He had two souls, and Grell had but one, a bystander that was caught in the wreckage. Sometimes she wondered if it was because of Ronald that Madam Red ever managed to survive in the first place. He disappeared towards the carriage and didn't appear until quite a while later, she reminded herself. "I would be weary as well, if I went through what you did."

"Yes… Thank you Grell." She kissed her Madam's hand, and made sure the carriage door was shut and secure, gently and carefully climbing into the driver's seat.

"Come now, Vincent, Sampson, let's go. Careful now. We don't want to make this a bumpy ride."

They whinnied, as they kicked away, trotting towards their destination at a medium pace. Grell made sure they carefully kept a balanced pace, so that no bumps or shifts in speed would spook both them and Madam Red. Of course, that meant their trip would be long and slow. She gently hummed to herself, nodding in greeting every time another carriage passed them.

After hours of slow riding in the muggy air, they arrived at what Grell was certain was the Phantomhive manor. She climbed down from her seat, and cuddled Vincent and Sampson's snouts. "Thank you for a pleasant ride. I shall put you away momentarily." She turned and opened the door for her Madam. "Please tell me this is the right place."

"Luckily, this time, it is." Madam Red reassured. As she stepped down, a large shout made the horses uneasy, and the stamped their feet, making the carriage sway. Madam Red yelped in fear, and Grell quickly held her in her arms, and lifted her down to solid ground.

"Madam, you're alright. I have you. You're on the ground."

She straightened herself, and stopped for a moment to breath, leaning herself against the carriage. "I think I ended up more spooked than the horses… Calm them will you?"

"Of course Madam."

She walked up to Vincent and Sampson, and held both of their snouts to her chest. "Come now boys, it's alright, it's alright."

"Dear me, Madam Red, you never think to call ahead do you?" Grell looked up at the sound of the young voice, and frowned. A young boy, dressed in a fine blue suit. Those shorts didn't suit him at all, he had hideous knees… Though those boots… She's steal them herself if they weren't much too small.

"Ah, Ciel, come now. I'm your aunt, I don't have to announce myself when I want to see you!" As feisty as ever… She never got sick of that attitude. Grell smiled to herself, glancing over at Ciel, and the tall lanky butler, standing behind him. The butler was clad in black his fringe framing his face parted in the middle. She couldn't get a good look at his place, but… He looked so attractive…

"And who is that there?" He shouted to her, slamming his cane down onto the ground. "Have you gotten yourself a new butler?"

"Ah!" Grell squeaked. Now, he acting prowess needed to shine through. She needed to be a timid little butler, the one Madam Red designed. "Oh… Y-Yes sir! My name is Grell Sutcliff, the Burnett Butler!" She bowed profusely, Sampson head-butting her, and making her stumble to the side. Oh no. She forgot to wear the flat dress shoes Madam Red brought her… "I have been accompanying Madam Red for several months now Mister Phantomhive, sir!"

"Finnian!" A small blonde, leaves and sticks clinging to him from every which way, scrambled out of the scrub beside the large manor.

He stood straight and saluted, a stupidly large smile on his face. "YES SIR!"

Ciel's eyebrows furrowed in what seemed like annoyance to Grell. "Please escort Mr-" Grell shifted uncomfortably. She couldn't tell if it was her own paranoia making her think that she was that easily seen through, or if she really did such a good job of her makeup to change her appearance. "-Sutcliff to the stables. Help him put away their horses. Sebastian!"

"Yes, my lord?" The butler said with a smirk.

"Please take Madam Red's belongings will you?"

"Of course my Lord."