Disclaimer: I do not own Fifty Shades of Grey or the characters, as they belong to EL James.

This is my first attempt at writing fan fiction.

So, for the point of my story, I'm going to assume that Kate and Elliot left for Barbados sometime Monday morning (Ana's first day at SIP).

As you don't actually get to see what unfolds between Saturday morning through to Monday, so I thought I'd offer my own take on it. It has been a few months since I've re-read the 50 Shades Trilogy. I'm trying longer chapters which is why it's been about 24 hours between updates, and I'll probably aim to update every day to two days. I'll see how I go, as I'm still not completely sure where this story is headed.

And please, don't forget to Rate and Review xox S.

CHAPTER TWO

Unlocking the front door to the apartment I've hardly lived in, I step through the door, closing it behind me.

"Hey Steele," Kate greets me; she's sitting at the island bench sipping coffee, with Elliot nearby. Inwardly I groan. Realistically, I know that I can't hold it against her, just because Christian's an ass doesn't mean Elliot is, or that all other guys are. It's not fair to make that assumption, but right now, that's exactly what I want to do. Seeing my best friend all loved up with Christian's brother is more than I can handle.

"Hi Kate," I say putting on a bright façade, with any luck I can escape the inquisition routine.

"You look like crap Ana." Nope, no such luck. Leave it to Elliot to state the obvious. "Rough night?"

I almost laugh out loud at his choice of words. It's only then I remember the NDA I signed, and that I can't utter so much as a syllable.

"Because if Christian has—"

"Just leave it Elliot please? It's fine. I'm fine. I just want to crawl into bed and go to sleep. I'm tired," I turn away from the kitchen, ready to head for my room, my bed… at least I was ready, until Kate's voice cuts the air, she's so loud I'm sure the entire Pike Place Market District has heard her. "Anastasia Rose Steele!"

I can feel my eardrums start to bleed – it's that loud. I turn around and roll my eyes. Mentally, I remind myself how I wouldn't have gotten away with eye rolling of any sort with Christian around. Which makes that Reason #1 AGAINST being with Christian Grey. With a sigh, I look up, green eyes to my blue. Really, Kate, I'd much rather sleep.

"It's nothing, honestly, Christian and I—" What? Anything I say next is going to be a lie and Kate's, well, she's Kate, and a reporter to boot, which kind of makes her trained to spot lies like these. Damn that NDA.

"I've got this Kate," Elliot says taking over. I don't know which is worse. Elliot or Kate? Really I'd prefer neither one, but if Elliot has any insight into his brother at all, I suppose it wouldn't hurt… Reason #1 FOR being with Christian Grey. It's a battle, honestly, even though it shouldn't be. What the hell are you thinking, thinking like that? My inner bitch is raging at me. Hands on hips, positively fuming. If I didn't know better I'd say she's even got smoke coming out of her nostrils.

"Elliot!"

"No, if it were nothing you'd still likely be in bed with Christian, not traipsing half way across Seattle with your bags in tow. Now, as he's my brother I don't really have to ask your permission to go and talk to him, do I?"

"What, now? Elliot you can't. You'll just make it worse."

"Worse, make what worse?"

I take a deep breathe, even without the NDA in place I know I've said too much. And relationship or not Christian is going to kill me.

"Nothing Elliot. I've said too much as it is. I think I'll head to bed before I say anything else I'll come to regret later."

"No, first you're going to sit here and have some tea. I'll even make it," Kate says getting up and walking around into the kitchen, while I proceed to think of a lie to cover up all that I shouldn't have said.

As Elliot walks into the kitchen, and kisses Kate, I find myself having to turn away. A small part of me is left wondering if they're even aware that I'm in the room. "Laters, Ana." Yep, totally aware. I roll my eyes and try to act natural while on the inside I'm just a ball of jealous rage.

"Bye Elliot."