Christian
I sit on the GEH jet and steam silently, once again Elena has gotten into a mess she can't get herself out of. Now however, it involves me too. I don't have time for this shit, I'm meant to be on my way to New York to speak at a conference tomorrow.

I run my hand through my hair and sigh, whoever did this is going to pay. Dearly.
Taylor comes in from the bathroom and sits across from me, looking a mix of nervous and irritated; for once I'm surprised by him, he looks uncomfortable rather than the blank mask I usually see, "Sir.." I sigh inwardly and raise an eyebrow, "Permission to speak freely?" I nod my assent and he continues with, "I think you're making a mistake... I've seen the woman we're meant to be visiting, hell you've seen her!"

I smirk slightly, yes, she's incredibly beautiful but I don't appreciate being blackmailed. "And?"
He shifts slightly before looking back at me, "We have no information on her. Nothing. No relationships, no history apart from fast track schooling, nothing!" for fucks sake, it's not like she's a fucking honey trap, just another gold digger looking to farm my billions. That thought begins to boil my blood and silently seethe in my seat, I wish I could punish her, right here, right now, bent over the side of the long cream couch... Taylor clears his throat apprehensively, awaiting my rebuttal, to be honest, he's probably right, but I can't let that thought manifest. I have to nip this in the bud, and fast.
"I'll make it work. I always do." I lean further back into my chair and rest my head on the pillow Natalie brought from the cabin when she got my orange juice for me. Not that I ordered orange. It's been a long day, and quite frankly, I have no time for this conversation, I need to sleep so I can be firing on all cylinders tomorrow when I meet this crazy woman. As Taylor opens his mouth to speak again, I quickly add, "I need to go to bed, the left sofa reclines into a bed, Natalie will bring through anything else you need." With that, I stand, swaying slightly as the blood rushes to my head, before striding off into the back of the plane.

I shower and climb in to bed and I'm out in seconds, savoring every moment of REM sleep before my nightmares start.

Taylor's POV

Of all the stupid shit Grey's ever asked me to do, this has got to be the most ridiculous. Especially since it's for that horrible blonde bitch. Not only does she slope around his apartment on Tuesdays -at which time, I covertly slip away into my office and shut the door - but now she's being blackmailed by someone in a foreign country? I sigh audibly as I recline the sofa and grab the pillows and quilt brought through by the terrible air hostess, Natalie. If she could keep her eyes of Mr. Universe for 3 seconds, maybe she could actually get my order right.

I lay back on my bed and think of the yesterday and the events that lead to where we are now.
"Sir, Mrs. Lincoln is in the elevator, may I bring her through when she arrives?" He nods and wish he would finally say no regarding her. When she arrives I bustle her into the living room and stand on the other side of the open door, just around the corner as not to be seen.

"Christian Dear, it's lovely to see you as ever," she coos as she kisses his cheek. Yup, old enough to be his mother. I shudder. Creepy bitch. "I appear to be having a little problem..." Ooh, now I'm interested! "You see, when you and I were together, there were...Pictures...Taken for insurance that you wouldn't tell anyone." she says nervously, well, I didn't know that! "That's where we have a problem... Well, someone sent me this in the mail along with this note." There's a brief pause.

"FUCK! YOU FUCKING KNOW WHAT THIS COULD DO!" He roars at her, apparently he didn't know of the pictures either, and he isn't too fond of them?

"Please Christian," She says attempting to placate him, "I thought they were all destroyed a long time ago." Yea, like she would ever destroy leverage over him, I think snidely.

He sighs loudly, "You need to leave." HALLE-FUCKING-LUJAH! "I'll be in touch." I discreetly walk to the door of the room to escort her out.

Upon return I await my instructions and quickly have 2 documents thrust into my chest, "Check for fingerprints, address, where they're sent from, when you find out, I want a background check.. I need this done in the next 2 hours. Liaise with Welch."
"Sir." I reply and take leave to my study.

- 2 Hours Later -

We have a name. Anastasia Rose Steele. Unfortunately, all we know is she graduated College at age 18 in Detroit and then disappeared to England. Her Facebook picture is a brown haired young woman, around the age of 18/ 19 with big blue eyes. She looks haunted but still innocent... I wonder how someone so smart could be stupid enough to leave prints on the card unless she wanted to be found.
"TAYLOR!" I hear yelled from Grey's study, looks like it's time to go show him what we found...A whole pile of fuck all.
"Sir, we have a name: apart from that, we have a date of birth, last place of Education and the country the person of interest lives in." He extends his hand and takes the piece of paper from me, and looks at her contemplatively.
"I want her address by this time tomorrow morning, then we're on a flight to her by mid day." that wasn't a question, it was a command, one I relay to Welch before I finally get to slide into bed beside the woman I love, I lay flat on my back pulling Gail half on top of me then look over her shoulder to read 2:00am on the clock. I'm tired as hell and pass out momentarily.

Ana
I sit in the living room of my 5 bedroom mini mansion in North London, sipping my cappuccino before laying it back onto the glass coffee table.
Being honest with myself, I know what I've done was foolish, but I miss Christian, it's been so long since he left me behind, since I had anyone who cared about me, I can't let him be manipulated by that evil old cow anymore, and if that means I have to upset him enough that he'll never want to look at me again then so be it. He looked after me once, now it's time I repay the favour.
"Shh." Christian whispered to me as he pushed me further under his bed, "The man will hear you!" He whisper yelled, as the door was slammed open, all I could see was a mans big black booted foot as he gripped Christian by the neck of his tattered shirt and threw him up onto the bed, I didn't see anything from there but I heard Christians wails of pain and tears silently streaked down my face into my little brown ringlets that brushed against my shoulder, the nagging pain in my stomach going away but leaving my sick from the smell of burning flesh. Christians agony stabbed at me and I had to put my fist in my mouth to stop the retching sobs from escaping me. The man was screaming at Christian but my head was swimming too much to hear anything but the broken breathes Christian sucked in as the evil man stomped from the room...
As the front door closed I crawled out from under the bed and up next to where he lay face down covered in horrible angry red marks and still burning from the bottom of his left shoulder blade. I crept into the bathroom and got some toilet paper and wet under the cold tap before running back to Christians room and dabbing the wet towel on his back, he cried out so I patted it more gently and soon his breaths began to be less labored... I took the tissue paper away and lay next to him and held his hand as he started to fall asleep. As he lost consciousness, I brushed my fingers gently through his overlong auburn hair. I stayed with Christian for a while til I heard his mommy coming towards the room, and I hid back under the bed, she knelt down beside him gently stroking his hair and telling him she was so sorry. I don't know why-well I do now, just I didn't back then - she wasn't the one hitting him with something and doing something to his skin. She sobbed for a while, face buried in his coverless bed before she stumbled back down the tiny corridor into the living room. I kiss Christian on the cheek, "I'll be back tomorrow Chris, I'm sorry I don't know how to help" I say with tears still running down my face, I know he's still asleep so he won't hear but I don't want him to feel more pain so it's better he sleeps, that's what mommy says when it happens to me. So I climb out of his open window and pull it down as I quickly run back to my house and in through my window across the next door. Mommy would be so mad if she knew I was out...She knew, and I was punished severely.

I shake the thoughts of what happened to me that night - that stopped me going back to Christians house for the next few days, and in the end what stopped me ever seeing him again - as I try to hold off a panic attack. This was a horrible idea. I'm such an idiot.
I walk over to my Guitar, sitting on top of my grand piano and sit back onto the piano stool, leaning forward so my breasts are planted firmly atop my guitar body and I play desperately, trying in earnest to hold away the memories and bring back my equilibrium, when it fails to work, I slide off my guitar and raise my piano lid, for the next 6 hours, I sit and play songs that fit my mood, so that's how he finds me, playing Foo Fighters - Everlong
Hello
I've waited here for you
Everlong
Tonight
I throw myself into
And out of the red
Out of her head she sang

Come down
And waste away with me
Down with me
Slow how
You wanted it to be
I'm over my head
Out of her head she sang

And I wonder
When I sing along with you
If everything could ever be this real forever
If anything could ever be this good again
The only thing I'll ever ask of you
You gotta promise not to stop when I say when she sang

Then fading the song into Youth by Daughter
Shadows settle on the place, that you left.
Our minds are troubled by the emptiness.
Destroy the middle, it's a waste of time.
From the perfect start to the finish line.

And if you're still breathing, you're the lucky ones.
'Cause most of us are heaving through corrupted lungs.
Setting fire to our insides for fun
Collecting names of the lovers that went wrong
The lovers that went wrong.

We are the reckless,
We are the wild youth
Chasing visions of our futures
One day we'll reveal the truth
That one will die before he gets there.

And if you're still bleeding, you're the lucky ones.
'Cause most of our feelings, they are dead and they are gone.
We're setting fire to our insides for fun.
Collecting pictures from the flood that wrecked our home,
It was a flood that wrecked this home.

And you caused it,
And you caused it,
And you caused it

Well I've lost it all, I'm just a silhouette,
A lifeless face that you'll soon forget,
My eyes are damp from the words you left,
Ringing in my head, when you broke my chest.
Ringing in my head, when you broke my chest.

As I finish, I turn to greet Christian, "Hello Sweetie, it's certainly been a while."