The atmosphere in his parent's living room was beyond frosty. Without a word, his father threw an envelope towards him. Elliot glared at him, his sister looked distraught comforting his crying mother, and his father's fists were clenched.

He emptied the contents of the envelope and his heart sunk. The first thing he saw was a single picture of him tied to Elena's cross and a letter.

Mr. Grey.

I have a lot of respect for you and your wife, therefore, I felt it prudent to warn you. Your son is a liar and a cold heartless human being. It sickened me enough to know that he knew about Lincoln, he's known since he was 15 and yet said nothing. But watching him do nothing again as the press vilified you his parents was the last straw.

He didn't know about Elena but yes he said and did nothing as the press vilified his parents. He couldn't look up at them. "You knew." He heard the anger his Elliot's voice.

"No, I didn't… I thought it was just me." She helped me I stopped fighting and drinking. He defended but couldn't say the last sentence out loud they wouldn't understand.

"Give me one good reason why I should believe you. For weeks, everyone pointed the figure at your mother for bringing Elena into their lives and the entire time you knew. Even if it was just you, you knew for well over a decade that she was a sick perverted woman and you let that woman come to this house, sit at our table, help your mother organize charity functions, most of which was for abused young children. She helped your mother at the hospital with the hospital's free care program for orphans." His father seethed.

"What did she have on you?" Mia asked. "Please tell me she had something on you… that… that she was blackmailing you," she sobbed. "Please, Christian tell me she was blackmailing you." He couldn't. He saw what she did as a good thing, the very thing that set him straight. She gave him the money to start GEH and yet again he couldn't say the words out loud. Ana was right… what a fucking hypocrite.

"I really didn't know about the others," he said lowly.

"HOW THE FUCK IS THAT OKAY. In your sick head, that is okay. Jesus… Christian… I've heard of grooming, I've heard just how manipulative these people could be. But 13 years after molesting you she was still your friend, your only friend. We were all pushed out while Elena was your be all and end all. How stupid are you that you couldn't see how wrong it all was. You may not be saying it, but your whole body language is screaming in defense of a fucking pedophile." Elliot stood up and stormed out of the living room.

"We have wronged you." His father said tears stinging his eyes. "We should have seen it, but we didn't," he added. "But my god she played us and played us well, hell you are still sitting there thinking it was a good thing. That she helped you." He was. "I don't blame you for what happened but knowing and not telling us was wrong." But he really didn't know. "Bravo son bravo." His father spoke again his voice thick with tears. "Your mother has been suspended from the hospital pending further investigation. Three of her victims were from the hospital, she met them through the charity for the orphanage." God, he felt sick.

His mother still remained quiet she didn't look at him until she got up and left the room. "Your mother is blaming herself, she blames herself for bringing her into this family. What did we do to you… that makes you…" His father cried. "We've done nothing but love you and you pushed us away and turned to her after she abused you… why." He couldn't tell his father he wanted it, that he was a willing participant. His father would not understand just like Flynn didn't, just like Ana.

He sat in his parent's living room long after they've all left him there and he wondered if they'd ever forgive him. He knew what Elena did was wrong was beyond wrong, but it helped him. It saved his life.

Ana had barely slept; she'd been up most of the night talking to Elliot. He came home and took one look at her and realized the real reason she wanted nothing to do with Christian. So they talked Ana felt for him and his family, she found another level of disdain for Grey upon learning he knew about Elena's proclivities, just like his family she didn't believe his protestations of not knowing, why would she, the man saw it as a good thing, as something that helped him, he thinks he's who he is today because of her. What was it he said? "I'd be dead in a ditch somewhere if it wasn't for her." Every boy Elena touched went to the police without provocation, even ones the police didn't even know about according to Elliot and yet not only is Christian still friends and in business with the woman he didn't go to the police. His parents took so much heat in the press especially his mother and he still said nothing. He will be finished if the press ever finds out, and he will be more than likely arrested as an accessory.

That morning the last person she wanted to see was him especially after seeing Elliot, her fun loving, full to the brim of positivity friend breakdown and partly blame himself for not seeing it. But there he was standing there looking like a deer caught in headlights upon seeing her she barely glanced his way even when he said her name in shock.

Christian couldn't believe she was his building. She hated him why will she come and work here. He had to know and was on his phone the minute she was out of sight to find out where in the building she worked. He entered her name in the employee search engine on GEH's website and there was Anastasia Steele, commissioning editor. Of course, her dream job. At that moment he realized she'd been working for him for eight months and he's never seen her. How was that possible? Despite everything, he realized how much he still wanted her, after months it hadn't waned not in the least bit.

For most of the day all he could think about was how he could run into her, accidently of course. He'd never been to the fifth floor that was where she was based. After months of never seeing her it would be a little obvious if all of a sudden he started running into her left, right and center. He'd call her to a meeting about putting their differences aside now that they work in the same building. No that won't work… she's been here for months. What was the point she hated him and had made it clear she wanted nothing to do with him. Hell, he saw the disdain in her eyes this morning.

He decided to talk to Roz, she could tell him about Ana and how she came to work for him. He was desperate to know considering he never saw the possibility of her been in this building… ever. "Roz," he called pushing the door open without knocking to find Ana having a dinner with Roz. He was struck still and stared at Ana with barely disguised lust. Roz quickly approached him and practically pushing him out of the doorway shutting her office door behind her.

"Was there something you wanted?" She asked as though nothing had happened.

"You two are friends?" He asked his jealousy very evident.

"Yes." Was all she said giving him nothing.

"Is there any chance you could get her to talk to me?" He asked pleadingly. As much as Roz felt for him, clearly something had gone on between him and Ana.

"No Christian she made it very clear she didn't like you." There was an understatement if she's ever heard one. "It took a lot for her to agree to come work here. I'm sorry, but I'm not going to jeopardise that." He nodded walking away. Could things get any worse?

AN: Sorry for the mistakes I've got a migraine but wanted to get this out before my meds kick in. If you are reading Unintentional Interception, I will update tomorrow.