C.P.V

There is that moment when you are asleep that you are on the cusp of waking up and falling back into the peaceful slumber that I so desperately am longing for, if I just lay still a few more minutes and shut my mind off I will gladly fall over the edge and lose myself once more to sleep.

A sneeze rips through my body, of course. I am awake now. Fuck. I roll to my side ready to curl into my Ana, my arm is hovering over her and I bring it softly down onto...mattress? I feel the sheets have cooled meaning she has not been in the bed for a little while. I pry my eyes open from the sleep and notice the bathroom lights are shut off, not in there.

I roll out of the bed in search of my boxers to go find where she has wandered off to at this hour. Pulling on my boxers I make my way down the hall, Teddy probably had a bad dream, and since he is too much of a big boy to sleep in his parents' bed anymore he likely pulled his mother down to his room to lay with him there. He is becoming a little mama's boy; I will have to break him of that one day.

Teddys door is cracked open and I peer in, I can see the very tiny lump in the bed letting me know he is there; I glance around the room seeing if Ana has camped out anywhere only to find nothing. Where the hell is she?

The house has an eerie calm to it; the darkness seems to be darker than normal if that is possible. Downstairs is much the same, I check my study, her library and finally head towards the kitchen. I notice her glass lying in the sink still damp from her washing it; even at this late hour she can't let one dish go dirty.

Did she leave? No of course not. We are good. She loves me. I can feel the thumping of my heart beating against my chest; if it beats much harder it may burst. My hands are damp with sweat, I need to get my nerves under control, and I just need to think there has to be a logical reason why she is not in bed. Patio Christian, go check outside. She always loves to sit out there and think back on the days events. Of course.

My hands reach the handles of the French doors overlooking the patio; I look out but do not see her. I begin to turn the handle to go out to take a closer look when the sound of glass smashing and a scream tears through the house.

Turning on my heels I take off down the hall, my feet are carrying me as fast as they could and it seems as if the hall gets longer and longer with each step I take effectively taking the source of the scream out of my reach. I notice the light is on in the billiards room, just a few more steps. I see Taylor running down the other end of the hall, he must have heard it as well, his coat and tie still on clearly not having called it a night.

We reach the door at the same time, bursting through to see the scene before us. Ana leaning against the billiards table panting deeply holding her left wrist in her hand, her eyes focused on the ground next to her. I am able to peel my eyes from her to see what has captivated her attention, there on the ground among a shattered table lamp lays Michaels, his brow split from clearly meeting his match with the lamp and his wrist handcuffed around one of the legs of the table.

"Ana?" I try and pull her from her ravine. "Baby? What happened here?" I try and keep the anger from my voice, I know if she feels it is directed at her she will clam up and getting anything from her will be like pulling teeth.

Her eyes meet mine as she makes her way to me, I encompass her in my arms, her chin rests on my chest. The smile tugging at her lips brings out my own.

"Remind me to thank you later for insisting we use the handcuffs in here the other day." I can't help but laugh at her comment. I need to know what happened here but my first responsibility is to make sure Ana is okay. I push her back slightly to take a look at her; she is still holding her wrist. I turn it over in my own hand, I can see the outline of a bruise starting to form from where this bastard must have held her, a small gash is trickling blood, clearly from when she smashed the lamp into his head.

"Taylor, I am going to take care of Ana, when he wakes up come and get me." I say through gritted teeth, my eyes never leaving Anas. I scoop her into my arms and carry her back to our bedroom before placing her on our bed.

I return to the room a moment later from the bathroom carrying the first aid kid and a glass of water for her. I kneel before her wiping her hand with the washcloth cleaning it of the blood and placing gauze over it and taping it up. I raise her hand to my lips kissing it better.

"I am no you, so hopefully this is good. I tried."

She places the glass of water on the table beside our bed and she cups my cheek in her small hand, her thumb rubbing against my skin reassuring me. "Much better baby." She leans forward and kisses me softly. She never ceases to amaze me, something bad happened, and something much worse could have, yet here she sits smiling and reassuring me. My strong, beautiful wife.

A/N: Once again I apologize for the delay, my laptop went to the great motherboard in the sky so I lost what I have written and had to rewrite the next few chapters. And thank you all for the reviews. I have got some as well as some PMs asking where the story is going and if Ana is going to get raped or play the victim card. As you can see from this chapter no she doesn't get raped. I am going to let her be strong, take charge and kick ass. I hate the victim card and will hopefully write a well written Ana.