Haven't been able to find this story so I thought I might write it, while I work though my other fic. I hope you like it.

I stand in front of my chest of drawers getting ready for bed. It was a long drive back to Seattle from Portland after Mr. Grey and his lady friend took off in Charlie Tango.

Gail stirs from her sleep and opens her eyes, "Hey, Honey. How was Portland?" She climbs out of bed and comes over, wrapping her arms around me from behind, standing on her tiptoes to rest her chin on my shoulder.

"Weird," is all I can think of to say. She chuckles.

"Aren't the people of Portlandia trying to keep it that way?" I love her sense of humor. And her cooking, and her gentleness.

"I've never seen him like this before," I tell her, she knows I'm talking about Mr. Grey. "It's almost normal, the way he is pursuing her. Minus the stalkery background checks and tracking her cellphone."

"That's good, though, right?" she asks as she releases me and sits on the edge of the bed, looking up at me.

I sigh as I remove my watch and tie, the start to unbutton my dress shirt. She takes the tie and shirt from me, as I sit and begin to remove my shoes and socks. As I remove each item Gail takes it from me and puts it in its assigned place, "Your OCD is showing, dear," I tease. She stoops and kisses my temple.

"So what is bothering you. I haven't met her, and I have no intention of going upstairs tomorrow to do so."

How do I explain this feeling I have. It's almost protective. "The kinky stuff he does has never really bothered me. All of his partners have been very willing participants, and have known what they are getting themselves into. This girl is different. She screams innocent. I don't think she has ever had a boyfriend. She is his type physically. She looks like all his other subs, but she doesn't act like them." I pause and look at Gail. "She reminds me so much of Sophie. What she will be like in ten or fifteen years. I don't want Mr. Grey to confuse her by putting his f-ed up garbage in her head. I don't know how she is going to have a normal relationship with someone if this doesn't work out. And I really don't want him to hit the poor girl. She's just a kid, really, and she has that look in her eye, the 'I'll do anything for you,' look."

"I know what you mean, I've seen that look enough times with some of the others."

"I think she would be good for him. He's never had to work for a girl before. I just doubt he is good for her. He is a good man, but he isn't mature enough for a real relationship, and this girl isn't going to be happy with his normal shenanigans."

"Wow. What are you going to do?" Gail asks as she climbs on the bed behind me and starts to rub my shoulders.

"I don't know that there is much I can do. She is an adult. I'm kind of tempted to call her father, though."

I hear her chuckle a little at my idle threat. "Why don't we just wait and see what happens? Maybe he, she, or both of them will surprise us. Let's hope for the best and prepare for the worst. What do you say? Now come to bed, it's really late, and I haven't seen you in forever, it feels like." She trails soft kisses down the back of my neck. I turn and meet her lips, then lean over and shut off the bedside lamp, ready to forget about poor Anastasia Steele and Mr. Grey upstairs, for the night.

please read and review my little short one shot. Thank you.