A/N: I don't own Herbert West or Jeffrey Combs, however I wish I did.

Herbert West woke up in his usual spot. On his work table, papers scattered all around him. He knew he must have hit his head hard, because he woke with a tremendous headache. He proceeded to walk towards the door and trudge up the stairs. Daniel had fallen asleep on the couch, his latest arm candy snuggled up against him. Even though Herbert thought women were distractions, he couldn't help but envy Daniel. Herbert sighed and got back to work.

Dan and Shelley woke up when they heard a crash. "What's happening now? Stay there, Shelley." he said, and walked down to the basement. Herbert was choking a flailing roast chicken with the head of a live one. Dan walked up to Herbert, grabbed the chicken by the throat, and slammed its skull in against the table. "You really need to get a girlfriend or something, Herb."

"You know that women are-"

"Irrelevent, yeah, yeah, yeah, whatever." Daniel trailed off, and Herbert sat down, silently and sadly contemplating his truth. The man was unbearably correct. He put the thought aside for the moment, and went back to his work.

"I'm going 'out' Daniel." Herbert said, air quotations around the 'out'. Dan waved his hand in a 'fine, fine' motion as he made out with his current girlfriend. Herbert walked out, and the screen door closed with a bang.

Let's make this quick... Herbert smoothly snuck past the caretaker's vehicle and quickly dug up a body of a male that had been freshly buiried that day. He stuffed it into a black bag and dragged it to the gate when the caretaker said,"Hey! Get over here!" Herbert booked it to another cematary.

He came back from his route exhausted and in shambles. His brown blazer had been torn off his shoulder and his tie was near to being completely off.

"Six caretakers...chased me out of the...ten cemataries I visited." He said, falling back on the couch, exhausted. Dan's girlfriend had gone home, leaving Herbert free to talk about his hunt, which Dan didn't care much for, so he started to fix a sandwich. The two heard a knock at the door, and Dan got it.

"Heyyyy, cuz!" There was a young-looking girl with ratted brown hair, peircing green eyes, a long pleated black skirt, a green and black tie-dyed tee, and black sandals. She had a suitcase with her.

"Kat! I wasn't expecting you for days! How was your flight?" Daniel said, tensly.

"Great, Dan!"

"Just move your stuff to Herbert's room." Kat grinned at Herbert and advanced to the end of the hallway.

"I'm going to kill you, Daniel." Herb said, glowering at his colleague.

"I was going to tell you!" he said as Herbert moved towards him with the knife he was making a sandwich with."She came 5 days before she was supposed to!"

"Do I look like I care? You let someone live in this house without my consent."

"Daniel? Where can I put my chemistry set?!" Katherine yelled from Herbert's room.

"Never mind." Herbert flung the knife behind his back and into the wall.

"She's studying to be a chemist in college with a bunch of hippies and brainiacs. It seems she really loves it. I met her on Facebook."

"And you barely know this girl?" Dan shook his head. Herbert was about to tell Dan how stupid he had been, but Kat came in the room.

"So, what do you guys do for fun around here?"The men drew blanks and looked at each other. Dan tried to think of something, and of course Herbert stared at him with an eyebrow raised. "Are you saying that you just sit here doing absolutely nothing all day? Have you ever gotten drunk?" No, but I'm sure that you have, Kesha, Herbert thought. "Shut up, Herbert."

"What?!"

"Body language, Herbert. I'm taking you to a bar, man."

A/N: Yey! This is my first chapter in my first story and I'm super excited about it! Please review but be gentle! Oh yea, and no offense to Kesha~