I do not own Fifty Shades. All rights go to EL James. Thanks for reading.

"Sure." Forget the line.

He walked into his kitchen and I followed him not really sure what to do.

"Do you want some wine?"

"No. I don't really drink wine."

"Beer?"

"Sure." He asked as he grabbed one for himself and handed me one.

"What movie do you want to watch?" He asked me as I sat down in his couch."Or we can watch the news? If your into that pick whatever I don't care."

"If you don't want to watch anything I can go. I don't want you to have to entertain me as some sort of pay back for today I was happy to help." I suddenly felt bad, he probably only asked me to stay to be polite and now I ruined his night. I knew I was tired, but I liked being with him.

"To be honest I just wanted you to stay I enjoy your company. And I figured a movie was long enough so that I could hang out with you more." He sat in to floor in front of the tv facing me.

"Well if that's the case you could have just said so. Just put the news on." He did.

"What did you want to talk about?"

"You." He smiled at me but I think he said that so that he could get a reaction out of me. I took of my flats and shifted so that I was facing him and my legs were on the couch. The couch was pretty comfortable but it was leather, which bothered me because if I moved it would make a lot of noise. I smiled back at him and took a sip of my beer.

"What about me?" I raised an eyebrow at him. He asked me the basic questions. What's my favorite color? Where am I from? Favorite food? They were all important facts about me that he needed to know. And he told me about himself. He has a brother and a sister, both younger. He wasn't close with his brother until recently when Christian met Ana. He went fishing with his dad and brother but only to spend time with them he wasn't really into fishing. He usually spent Saturdays with some old friends from when he was in school.

"I should call and cancel now. I don't think that they would be too happy with me taking a five-year old."

"What they don't like kids?" He was right though everything about his life was going to change but I wasn't about to be the one to burst his bubble. I think he can figure that out on his own.

"They do. They have kids of their own but Saturday mornings was their time off. You know from work and kids."

"And what are you the only one with out kids?" I joke.

"Pretty much." He admits.

"Do you want kids? Or are you doing this because you have to?" He looks away at the tv for a while.

"I do want kids. I guess that's why I rushed so much with Kate. I thought that she would change her mind if I asked her to marry me. I have really only known her for a few months."

"Didn't you love her though? There has to be a bigger reason you asked her to marry you. She can't be all bad. "

"Well there's that and the sex." He really couldn't be too serious but that was good he didn't talk bad about her. He got up and walked out of the living room. It gave me a moment to think again about how wrong this was just being here. I knew that on Monday I would have to drop Isabelle as a client I am too involved. In school we were trained early on to have no relationship with our client. And I have to say that being in a client's parent's house after 11 pm is not professional. Of course I could keep it a secret and not say anything but I just wasn't willing to risk my job over this. And it was going to be more than one day I could tell. It was a bad idea and it would end badly for me and for the little girl sleeping upstairs but there was nothing I could do to stop it at this point. Not that I wanted to.

When Elliot walked back he handed me another beer. I hadn't even realized that I finished the first one. I took it but I don't think it's a good idea to drink it because I still have to drive home and I'm not about to get in a car when I can't function properly. So instead I got up and placed it in the end table.

"You're leaving?" He asked standing up. And walking towards me.

"Well I was just putting this down I still have to drive home and if I keep drinking I won't function properly. So no more alcohol."I explained taking one step forward. For the next two hours we watched some old reruns of Friends. He told me about his college life and I told him mine. I told him about how I was born in Brooks, Tennessee. My father was the principal of the elementary school. And my mom was a nurse at a hospital one hour away. Our town was too small to have a hospital. I grew up on the same street, in the same house until college. My three best friends and I all got accepted into the same school so I shared a dorm room with my best friend Andy. And my other two friends, Allie and Karen shared another dorm in the same hall. Our junior year we moved into an apartment together. We grew up together and we would often be enrolled in the same classes and activities. Karen and I had vocal lessons. And all four of us had guitar lessons. And Allie and I went to gymnastics. We were completely inseparable until our senior year of college.

"What happened senior year?" He asked muting the tv. It wasn't very loud so now the house was completely silent.

"Karen met someone. And don't get me wrong I was happy for her but it changed things between all of us. Well really she met Ben during her sophomore year but they weren't really serious. Well I didn't think they were. And after two years of dating he proposed. They got married that winter and she moved out. We still talk and we are all good friends but our friendship came second, her husband came first. And then Andy started dating Mark they moved in together after two weeks which I thought was crazy but they loved each other and got married the day after graduation. And the same thing happened with Allie and me."

"So you're married?" He moved back and looked at me. I still don't know how to answer this.

"No." He seemed to relax.

"So you just dated some guy."

"Yes." Liar. I looked away. He wasn't just some guy. Damien was my husband but he didn't need to know. Damien is in the past.

"Good." He said taking a drink and smiling at me. After a while I went home. There were no plans of seeing him again. No "ill call you tomorrow". I just left and he didn't call.

The following Monday I went to work and asked my supervisor to take me off the case. The case was given to another worker of mine. She would talk with Elliot and Isabelle about how she is adjusting to her new home. I kind of felt bad about not calling him and explaining why I dropped it but I really didn't know what to say without lying. Sure I could call and tell him the truth but what is the truth. "Oh sorry I can't be your case worker because every time I see you all I can't think about is how I want you to fuck me senseless. And I'd love to fuck you but then I'd get fired." No definitely can't tell him the truth. But it was really hard to not call him and just come up with some excuse about how I miss Isabelle, which is true but I didn't want to seem so pathetic so I didn't call. But he did.

A week after the shopping trip on Sunday night he called me freaking out . "I don't know what to do she locked herself in the fucking bathroom and I can't walk in their I don't want her to feel violated but... Shit. She got so mad and started crying so I yelled at her but I didn't mean to and she started screaming about some shit how I don't have to hit her. I didn't even-"

"Ok Elliot I have no idea what is going on you need to calm down and explain or I can't help you." He sounded hysterical but nothing made sense.

"Can you just come over I really need you?" I didn't say anything for a few seconds. "Please?"

"I'll be right there." I hung up and rushed to his house. It was not until I was out side his gate that I realized I still hadn't changed from my lazy Sunday outfit. I had on some shorts and a very long T-shirt over my sports bra. After being buzzed in Elliot came to the front door and lead me inside.

"Ok I we went to my parents house and everything was fine she was shy with them but that was because it was the first time she met them as my parents. Anyways when we got home I told her that she had to go to sleep because she was going to school tomorrow and she went crazy." He told me running his fingers through his hair.

"What do you mean crazy? What did she do?" I asked him as I grabbed his hand and made him sit down on the couch.

"She was saying something about how she didn't want to because then I wouldn't pick her up and some woman in the office would yell at her. So I said that I would pick her up but she kept saying no over and over again. And then she started screaming and she got into the kitchen and I told her to calm down and I was going to hug her but she started screaming saying please don't hit me. That she'll be good and she won't tell anyone I was being mean." He stopped and sighed. Just when I was going to say something he talked. "I got closer but she got a glass that was on the counter and threw it at me. I got pissed so I yelled at her and she ran off to her room when I went up everything was on the floor and she's locked in her bathroom now and doesn't want to come out. I didn't know what to do and I thought you could... Maybe... I don't know really. You said if I need help to call you so I did." I stayed quiet while he explained things.

When he finished I noticed that he looked very upset. But not at what happened he felt like he wasn't good enough to care for her like he had somehow failed. But he hadn't, there is nothing that would have made the situation any easier or some right way to deal with this. I decided to deal with this issue first. I went to his kitchen and got him a beer do he could calm down.

"Here I'll try to talk to her but you need to stay calm. I'll be right back." I left him and went into Isabelle's room. He wasn't lying when he said that she had thrown everything. Her clothes were on the floor. All her toys were scattered on the floor, her lamp was broken. She must have pulled it out and it was now on the floor, lightbulb shattered. She even threw all of her blankets and pillows on the floor. I went towards her bathroom and I was going to knock but decided not to. I turned the knob and surprisingly it was not locked. She was sitting inside her bathtub.

"Isabelle." She looked up and ran toward me and threw her arms around my neck and started sobbing. I picked her up and walked towards the bed and sat down with her. "It's okay. Everything is okay. I'll take care of you." After she stopped crying she told me what was wrong.

"He is going to leave me there and I don't want to leave him. He's nice to me. Like a daddy and I never have a daddy."abandonment issues. A lot of kids have them. They usually feel alone and neglected. She has been alone and neglected by her only parent. She also hasn't had a father figure, until now.

"Why don't we go talk to Elliot so you can tell him why you are scared if you don't tell him he can't help you. And he wants to take care of you. Okay?" She nods and we walk back downstairs where Elliot is still sitting on the couch. The beer is half empty and there is an empty glass sitting on the table. He looks up and I notice his eyes were red and he had probably been pulling at his hair since it is going in every direction.

"She needs to talk to you." I sit down next to him. With Isabelle on my lap and he moves closer to us.

"I don't want to go to school." She said as she rubbed her eyes and continued to cry. Since he didn't really know how to respond I decided that I should ask her questions so that he would know what she was thinking.

"Why don't you want to go to school."

"Your going to leave me there and not pick me up." She suddenly started sobbing again and put her arms around my shoulders. I saw Elliot slump forward and look at us. He opened his mouth to say something but then closed it again. Instead of saying something he reached forward and took her from me. He held her and rubbed her back. That's the first time she has let some one touch her back. Instead of moving away, it comforted her and it made Elliot feel like she was trusting him.

"I'm not going to leave you. I'll pick you up I promise. I won't leave you, ever. I love you Isabelle. I'll take care of you." He pulled her head back and kisses her forehead and she nodded. She continued to cry and at some point I thought that I should leave them alone so I did.

I went upstairs to her room to start cleaning up her things. I made her bed and folded her clothes. I couldn't put them away since I didn't know where they belong so I left them on her bedside table. I picked her lamp off of the floor and started picking the broken glass out of the carpet. In the pile of clothes I found I found a long night-shirt for her that I thought she may need for tonight. I also picked out some clothes for school tomorrow. I put them aside for Elliot to easily find. I thought that they were a bit wrinkled but asking him for an iron seemed like too much so I didn't.

When I was done I made my way down stairs to find him holding her still but she was asleep. He looked at me and got up. I followed him to her bedroom. He was surprised to see the mess was no longer there. We tried to wake her up but we couldn't so I helped him get her in the clothes that I had picked out. After he had tucked her in he kissed her forehead,turned on a night-light and we walked out of the room. He must have gone somewhere else because when I got to the living room I noticed he wasn't behind me. I picked up the empty bottle and took in to the kitchen.

"Thank you." He said, making me jump. I hadn't heard him behind me. Which made him chuckle. "Sorry. Thanks for coming I didn't know what to do. I didn't know she felt that way. This is new to me, taking care of someone."

"It's okay I'm glad to help. I told you if you needed anything that you could call. If I didn't want to help I wouldn't have come. And it's new to her too you know."

"What taking care of some one." He laughed but it wasn't an honest laugh. It was more like it was something that was suppose to be funny but in the moment it didn't seem right. He really didn't understand how much he was doing here.

"No. Having some one care for her. Do you remember your parents... Your biological parents?" He looked at me and was sad.

"No." He said and turned and leaned on the counter.

"Well I see a lot of kids and when they get adopted by good people they think it's so rare to be taken care of. And it is not all parents care for their kids. But what they don't know is that parents are suppose to love their kids. It shouldn't be a one in a million thing. Unfortunately it is but... Being loved shouldn't be strange. Does that make sense?" He nodded. "It's also okay to love her. Just because she isn't you child and you just met her doesn't mean your limited to how much you care about her." He nodded again. He couldn't look at me. All he did was look at the floor and keep his arms and ankles crossed as he leaned back on the counter. I got in front of him with our bodies almost touching. Using both of my hand I reached up and pulled his face up to look at me. "She loves you too." He nodded and his hands reached up to my wrists and pulled them down and wrapped them around his waist with our foreheads and noses touching, which was really quiet an effort considering I was only 5'2" and he was almost six feet tall.

"It's okay to love some one even when you shouldn't." He told me.

"What time do you work tomorrow?" Elliot asked me as he walked me outside.

"I'm going in at 8 why?"

"Well I have to take Isabelle to school tomorrow but Christian said I should talk to the school about changing all her contact information and her address. Can you come with us? I'll buy you break fast." He said the last past in a singing voice as if that would convince me.

"Well only because I get free breakfast out of it. Don't think I'm doing it because I like you or anything." He laughed. Then turned serious. He stepped closer and I moved back until I hit the wall. He put his hands on either side of my head and lowered his face to mine. But what really made me nervous was the way he looked at me. He looked at my eyes and they started looking down. Down to my nose my lips and they stopped there for a few seconds but then down my body. Then up again. He looked at my eyes and then my lips, I could swear he swallowed. I could feel his body heat or maybe it was my body that was heating up. I wasn't too sure but he wasn't far away. If I could just move a little and our lips could touch then... Then he smiled. That bastard was messing with me. Well I could tease him right back.

"I'm pretty sure you like me miss Reid." He said as he tilted his head and our mouths even closer together.

"I do like you Mr. Grey." I don't know what came over me but before I knew it I reached forward and as if I was going to kiss him I closed my eyes and wrapped my arms around his neck. "And I'm pretty sure you like me too." I smiled and my tongue reached out to lick his bottom lip, barely. "I'll come by tomorrow to help you two get ready." I let my arms drop to his chest, pushed him away and started walking out of his house into the rain and then my car.

When I got to my two bedroom apartment I jumped in the shower. But all I could think about was Elliot. As I undressed I could imagine him pulling my shirt over my head. Him hands going over my stomach. Up toward my rib cage, he would get to my sports bra and take that off as well. His hands would go to my breast and then his mouth... his mouth would be biting my neck and my shoulders. Without realizing it I had started to touch my own breasts but I was thinking it was Elliot. I ran my hands over my stomach over my belly button and higher until I was touching my breast. My right hand however moved down as my left hand started pulling on my nipples. My hand ran over my clit moving it left and over and over again. I went into the shower and the warm water covered me and woke me up from my momentary fantasy. I had to stop thinking about him. But at this point it was getting too late. I would either back out now or I would fall in love with this man, if I wasn't already.

Andy, I should call her to tell her what's going on. Looking through my phone I saw that I had two missed calls from her and immediately called her.

"Hey what's going on? Are you okay? Should I go over?" She answered with a sleepy voice and I knew I had woken her up, but she never minded before.

"I ..."

"What's wrong? I'm coming over don't move." I didn't think that was necessary. There was nothing going on I just needed to talk to my friend.

"You don't have to everything is fine. I met some one kinda." There was a pause.

"What!?" I couldn't really tell if she was excited or not but she was definitely surprised. "Okay I'm coming over. Make me some coffee." And with that she hung up. I went to my kitchen to start preparing her coffee. I also took out the Nutella since we always had some.

It didn't take her long to get to my house she only lived 15 minutes away and there was probably no traffic at this time. She walked into my house without knocking as always and sat on the couch. I walking into the living room next to her with my tea and the Nutella.

"Where is your child?" I asked her sitting down.

"Mark is home. Emily is asleep." Emily is their 2 and a half-year old daughter. "Who did you meet?"

"Well I had this case..." After that she gave me a look. She knew that I shouldn't have any relationship with a client. "I met him on a case but he's not the client. I dropped the case the next morning so it's not illegal or anything."

"So what's the problem. You aren't doing anything wrong you know that."

"The problem is that... I don't know what it is but I don't think I should be doing this."

"Doing what? Having feelings for someone? You shouldn't let Damien control you life. I'm sorry it didn't work out the way you wanted it to but sitting around being miserable is going to change things. I want you happy Lina. You deserve to be happy."

"I just don't want it to be like last time."

"It won't be."she assured me

"You don't know that."

"No but you shouldn't be waiting for him to come back."

"I know." I looked at my hands. "I miss him." Before I knew it tears were coming down my face.

"I know you do but..."

"But he's isn't coming back. " I finished her sentence. We sat in silence until he phone started ringing. It was Mark apparently she hadn't told him she was going out and he was worried.

"You didn't tell him?"

"What? I always do this I thought he wouldn't mind. He doesn't even notice anymore." She laughed.

"How is operation baby number two coming along." I asked her. They have tried to get pregnant for the last six months and so far nothing. She always wanted a big family since she was an only child.

"So fun." She looked at me and winked. "Nothing yet but you know Mark, he's not a quitter. Besides it's only been a few months. Karen is almost ready to have her baby in three weeks. She's driving me crazy by the way."

I laughed she was right Karen was driving every one crazy with her constant phone calls. "Did I tell you what happened the other day?" Andy shook her head. "She called me crying completely hysterical she said her and Ben we're getting a divorce and she called a lawyer. So I went to her house at like 3 am and she had a suit case with her totally ready to leave." I kept giggling when I was retelling Andy. "When I got there she didn't even say anything she just got in my car and I brought her to my house."

"So what happened?"

"She said that he wouldn't go get her some food in the night and they got into a huge argument. I don't know but it was funny and I felt bad for him because he didn't know where she was. He probably thought she went into labor. Anyways she's just tired of being pregnant and she is ready to have the baby. I don't know how people do it, carry a baby for nine months. I was driving me and Damien crazy the first trimester."

That was different though. Andy and Karen would have their babies in the end I didn't.

"Do you need anything?" Damien asked me. I had thrown up everyday for the past week and I passed it off as morning sickness but it was becoming extreme at this point. I couldn't keep anything down and Damien worked 48 hour shifts as a firefighter. When he wasn't working he was taking care of me. I lost about ten pounds so my shoulder bones were becoming to visible. He noticed but he didn't say anything. I was throwing up and he was sitting on the edge of the tub holding my hair with one hand. Rubbing my back with the other. I shook my head. He had to go to work soon so I didn't want to bother him.

"I'm going to call in sick." He told me.

"What? No, it's fine. I'm fine, just morning sickness as always." I got up to brushed my teeth while he watched me. "I'm fine don't worry too much you'll lose your hair." I kissed him quickly. Honestly I wasn't feeling well but if I could pretend for ten minutes than I would be fine.

"I worry about you. You look... Thinner." He kept looking up and down my body which made me self-conscious.

"I'm not." I lied. I know I shouldn't but we both wanted a baby so bad I didn't want him to think this was a bad idea. I distracted him the only was I knew how. I kissed him. Luckily it escalated pretty quickly and before I knew it I was standing naked in front of him. I put my hands on his chest then down until I reached the hem of his shirt and pulled it off him. He placed his hands on my waist then reached back and grabbed my bottom. I groaned into his mouth. I took a step back and then another until we reached the bed. His hands were now at my thighs. He pulled me up and I automatically wrapped my legs around his waist. He took another step forward. We fell on the bed. He could feel how wet I was for him. I wanted to feel him inside me. I needed him. I unlocked my legs from his torso so that I could reach his pants. He started biting my neck, then sucking. He would do this and then move to a different spot. I unbuttoned his pants, pulled down his zipper. He helped me by taking the pants and boxers of in one motion.

He pulled me into a sitting position, grabbed my ankles and spread my legs. I pulled his neck and kissed him, hard. He pulled away only to make his way down my neck. Then lower to the middle of my breasts. He suck on my nipple. While his hand toyed my clit. He rubbed it harder and harder. "Damien..."

"Yeah?" He kept sucking I really could only take so much. I pulled his hair and forced his face up so that he could see me.

"Fuck me. Now" He smiled and positioned himself at my entrance.

He kissed me again and when I opened my mouth to him he thrust into me, causing me to make a noise that was somewhere between a moan and a sigh. I loved him inside me he made me feel loved and satisfied. He kept thrusting and I kept moaning. "Yes..." I threw my head back. My hands were now helping me stay seated. I grabbed the sheets as I tried to hold on. Thrust after thrust he was so deep. He rubbed my clit faster as he kept thrusting into me. I was so close. His dick was now pulsing inside me. I clenched my insides and he moved faster. "Damien." I shouted as I came and he came with me. He kept thrusting helping us ride it out.

"I told you I'd take care of you." He said as we lay on the bed.

I chuckled. "Yes you did. Not what I had in mind but still that was very helpful. Thanks... Sorry I made you late. "

"My pregnant wife needs me and it is my duty to serve her. But now you are served and I have to go honey I'll see you tomorrow." He got up and got dressed. I pulled out my robe and walked him to the door. Sex really did make me feel better.

"Bye I'll call you soon." He said as he kissed me.

"Bye I'll call you soon." Said Andy.

"What?"

"Bye I'll call you soon." She repeated.

"Okay bye. " And she left.