It was just past one in the morning when Ana woke. She was far too warm and there was a heavy weight covering her body. Blinking her eyes open, she realized Christian was draped over her, both of them were completely naked, and the dream she'd had about her husband making love to her had been real. She felt relief at this realization, but when she began waking a bit more, she began to feel claustrophobic. As carefully as she could manage, she slipped out of bed. She winced when Christian grumbled something in his sleep, but instead of waking up, he only rolled onto his side of the bed and went on sleeping.

This has got to be a first, she thought idly, going to the closet to retrieve a the past, every attempt to get away from Christian in his sleep woke him immediately, usually with panic in his eyes. Slipping out of the bedroom silently, Ana walked through the hall of her home, stopping briefly in front of Teddy's bedroom, but shook her head before making her way to the downstairs. The house was dark and quiet, just as it should be at this late hour, and it strangely made Ana feel comforted. Miserable as the year without her family had been, she had been made to appreciate silence and being alone. She'd been free to do as she pleased, which usually meant reading or curling up on the couch watching television, with only her thoughts for company. For a while, she could pretend she'd never met Christian Grey and could momentarily forget the overwhelming sadness and depression that had taken over her life, though that always led to worse depression and more drinking of cheap wine.

Being home after so long was surreal. Every morning that she woke up and her life wasn't ruled by Jack Hyde was still a complete shock to her, and she feared the day she would wake up and find that it had all, indeed, been nothing more than a dream.

She eventually found herself on the back porch, sitting on the steps that led into the yard. The way Christian continued to keep things from her was as frustrating as she remembered, but in some ways, it was comforting. It was a glimpse back into their old life together and only further proved she was back. Truthfully, if he had come right out and told her the truth the first time she'd asked what was on his mind, she'd have been suspicious. Not knowing still pissed her off, of course, and she'd give him one more day to get his thoughts in order before she finally lost her cool with him. His behavior showed he still cared enough to keep her safe.

Still, something had to change. Considering everything she'd been through over the year, she was more than entitled to know what was going on around her, especially if it concerned hers and Teddy's safety. She knew it was fear that caused Christian to hold his silence. He was afraid telling her the truth would cause her to panic and flee again. Misplaced as his fear really was, Ana couldn't blame him for thinking like this. Her record was against her after all and it had always been Christian's worst fear that she'd leave him—a fear that had been realized twice in their relationship.

To avoid making herself miserable after a wonderful weekend with her family, Ana instead thought about her schedule for the coming week. She had two appointments with Dr. Flynn—Tuesday and Thursday—Kate had asked her to go shopping for baby things on Wednesday, there was a dinner at Christian's parents' house on Friday night, and beyond that, she had a three-year-old to reacquaint herself with.

At some point this week, she would have to schedule an appointment with Carrick Grey at his law office to discuss the upcoming trial for Jack Hyde. Though everyone around her tried to convince her it wasn't necessary to put herself through the torture, Ana had stubbornly announced that she would be in the courtroom to testify against him. The meeting with Carrick would cover what would and wouldn't be needed to ensure a conviction. It should have been enough that Jack had murdered both Elena Lincoln and David Callahan, kidnapped Teddy Grey, held Christian Grey hostage; those charges alone would give him several years in a maximum security prison, but Ana was determined to keep him in that prison until the day he died. The only way she saw to do that was to get on the witness stand in front of her entire family and god knew who else, under the scrutinizing gaze of her abuser Jack Hyde himself, and relive the hell she'd experienced. Christian was the only person who currently knew everything and he would be in the courtroom with her, giving his own testimony of the night at Elena Lincoln's, but she wasn't sure if she could bear seeing the anger and fear on his face on her behalf, as she had this weekend.

First, though, she had to get through a mortifying meeting with her father-in-law. Carrick would remain professional, she knew, but when she finished telling him the truth, would she ever be able to look him in the eye again?

Working through her thoughts was making her sleepy again. Still on the stairs, resting against the stone wall, she felt her eyes begin to close. Just as suddenly, her eyes snapped open again and she was rapidly approaching panic-mode. She was being watched. She could feel it. The rational side of her mind tried to tell her that of course she was being watched, there were security guards all around the property, not to mention the security cameras.

It was more than that, though. She looked directly ahead of her, narrowing her eyes to focus on the area of the water to make out the difference between shadows made by the light of the moon and something more sinister. There was something on the shore, a figure of some sort. It wasn't moving like she knew the security team members would be doing if they were patrolling down there. She could feel a penetrating gaze on her, chilling her to the bone. And then she saw a tiny amber light that she immediately recognized as the light of a cigarette.

"Oh fuck," she whimpered, beginning to tremble from fear and realization. "No... Not happening, Grey. You're tired, you're paranoid. It's a hallucination..."

She wrenched her eyes shut, silently praying that when she opened them again, the shoreline would be empty. A hand gripped her shoulder and she jumped several inches, yelling in fright. She was halfway down the path towards the shore when she got a look at her attacker.

"Christian?" she practically begged.

"What the hell was that?" asked Christian with both confusion and concern.

Not answering immediately, she turned around, her eyes scanning the shore for anything out of place or anybody watching them. Nobody was there and she could actually convince herself she'd imagined seeing what she had—it had only been a couple minutes before that she'd been asleep on the stairs.

"Ana?" Christian asked cautiously, slowly approaching her as one would a frightened, wounded animal. "Baby, what's wrong?"

As his arms encircled her, she allowed herself to relax, breathing in her husband's comforting scent. "Nothing," she breathed into his bare chest. "I just had a bad dream."

He held her tighter, thankfully not asking for any more details. She realized suddenly that they were both withholding things from each other. It wasn't a good feeling.

"Why are you awake?" she asked, trying to divert her mind's attention on what she was now fully convinced to have been a hallucination.

"I woke up and you weren't there," he said quietly, vulnerably. "I wasn't sure where you'd gone so I've been walking around the house looking for you. Why'd you leave?"

"Couldn't sleep," she mumbled. "I just wanted some fresh air; I'm sorry I woke you."

He kissed the top of her head. "It's okay. I was just worried."

Without a word, he began leading her back into the house, sitting her down at the kitchen bar while he retrieved the both of them a glass of water. "Christian?" she asked quietly, staring into her glass.

"Yes?"

She took a deep breath, knowing they had to clear the air. Before Christian had come into their bedroom after tucking Teddy into bed, she'd had every intention to get the truth out of him; but as always, Mister Sexpertise had distracted her the best way he knew how. She'd very much enjoyed what they'd done and was relieved that he still wanted her in that way, but sex wasn't the cure-all he tended to hope it was. "Please, can you tell me what's going on?" she whispered, dreading his reaction.

"Ana..." he said exasperatedly.

"Full disclosure, Christian," she reminded him.

He let out a groan of frustration but turned to her nonetheless. Judging by the look on his face, he was fighting his temper. "I thought we discussed this already?" he said through feigned patience.

"You discussed it, Christian," she responded, refusing to back down this time. "As always, you made up your mind and made me go along with it. We can't go back down that road, Christian. It almost destroyed us once and I don't want to risk that again."

He winced as if in pain. Desperate as she was to know the truth, she almost wanted to back down just so she wouldn't have to look at that expression on his face. "You're right," he whispered, opening his eyes again. "You deserve to know."

She tried hard to disguise her shock at his words and bit her tongue to keep from cheering. He'd actually agreed. Without a fight. Things really were going to change between them this time around.

Sighing, Christian finished off his glass of water, gesturing for her to do the same. Once she had, he led her out of the kitchen and up the stairs to his study where he flipped the light switch and walked briskly around his desk to sit in his chair. "Sit," he ordered distractedly. Slightly dazed, she did as she was told while he busied himself firing up his computer. "Yesterday afternoon I got a call from Taylor." He began speaking, surprisingly calmly. "He'd called to tell me that Sawyer located an unsub across the street from the house." Immediately, Ana began to tense up. "Since we weren't here and the person occupying the car didn't seem to be an immediate threat, he didn't find it necessary to take action."

"Do you know who it was?" she whispered. It almost sounded as though she was hearing herself from the end of a very long tunnel.

"No," Christian said regretfully, clicking a button on the computer. "But Sawyer and Taylor were able to catch a glimpse of him when he rolled down his window to dispose of a cigarette butt."

She managed to block out the disgust in his voice. "And?" she asked reluctantly.

He hesitated, taking in a deep breath and letting it out slowly. "It's probably nothing, Ana," he tried to tell her, but she was already nervous about whatever he was about to show her. "But I told Taylor and Sawyer I would ask you..." He slowly began turning the computer around for her to see. "Do you recognize him?"

Though the image was blurry, Ana immediately felt as though the breath had been knocked out of her. It was one of two faces she'd hoped to never see again in her life—the first, of course, being Jack Hyde's. Thousands of sounds and images flew through her mind—whispered threats, lustful smiles, eyes that undressed her and did things to her she was far from comfortable with.

"Fuck," Christian muttered, immediately turning the computer away from her again. He stood from his chair and walked around to her, kneeling before her. "Baby, it's okay. You're safe. I'm not letting anyone get to you ever again. Do you understand?"

She felt herself nodding, but she was now thinking back to sitting on the steps outside and seeing the figure on the shore. In light of what Christian had just showed and told her, she still refused to believe what she'd seen down by the water. It had to have been her paranoia...

"Ana," she heard Christian say, "who is he?"

Taking a deep breath, she forced herself to meet her husband's eyes. "Roger," she whispered. "His name is Roger. He's a friend of Jack's. I don't know if it's his first name or last, or even if it's his real name at all, but that's what I know him as. Whenever Jack was away for extended periods, Roger was there in his place. I suppose you could say he was my babysitter."

"Did he touch you?" Christian asked, his voice not quite a growl.

Ana shook her head. "No," she assured him. "But he didn't really need to. There were nights I would wake up and he'd be standing in the doorway of my bedroom. Not doing anything, just standing and staring. Sometimes he was smoking a cigarette and the only light was from the end of it. He never needed to touch me to terrify me, though; he would threaten things, mostly things about me, telling me what he wanted to do to me, but that Jack wouldn't let him. I went a week straight not sleeping, knowing he was in the house." She shut her eyes, trying to remind herself that that phase of her life was over. It was pointless, though, since Christian had just given her proof that it wasn't over.

Next thing she knew, she was on the floor of Christian's study, curled in his lap, crying into his shoulder while he muttered platitudes she couldn't understand and kissed her hair. When she finally calmed a bit she looked up into his face and winced at his expression. He was beyond angry, beyond livid, but for once, she didn't think it was anything she'd said or done. His expressions softened a touch when he realized how fearfully she was eyeing him and he gently kissed her forehead, letting his lips linger.

"I'm sorry," she murmured to him sleepily.

"No," he replied, his voice cracking a little. "Ana, you've nothing to apologize for. I'm just sorry I couldn't keep you safer. Never again, though," his voice was becoming stronger, hardened, "I don't care what it takes, I will keep safe."

As she drifted off to sleep in his arms, she actually managed to feel comforted.

Christian sat on the edge of his bed, watching his wife sleep, his mind reeling. Her reaction to the unsub—this Roger fucker—was worse than what it had been every time she'd spoken about Hyde. Her terror was palpable and he knew there was more to it than what she'd told him, but he wouldn't be the one to demand answers from her, not after what he'd just seen in his study. He reached over and pushed a few strands of hair off her face. How had they gone from making love and falling asleep in each other's arms to this?

Glancing over at the clock, he saw his alarm was set to go off in half an hour. With a heavy sigh, he leaned over to kiss her forehead before getting out of bed and gathering his clothes for a shower. Security would be increased, that was a given. And if this fucker came within a mile of his family's home, he would regret it.

After dressing, he once again checked that his wife was sleeping soundly before heading down to the kitchen where Gail and Taylor were already having their morning coffee.

"Mr. Grey," Gail said in surprise, immediately setting aside her cup. "You're up earlier than expected, sir. What would you like for breakfast? I was going to make Jason an omelet and bacon..."

"That'll be fine, Gail, thank you," he muttered, accepting the cup of coffee Taylor poured for him with a grateful nod. "Taylor, a word?"

"Of course, sir," was the response. The two men headed out onto the back porch to give them some semblance of privacy.

"Any news?" Christian asked, sipping his coffee.

Taylor shook his head. "No, sir. Everything was quiet last night. The only movement on the property was that of Mrs. Grey, but I'm sure you know that."

"I do," Christian affirmed. "We have a name to go along with our picture."

Taylor blinked incomprehensively for a moment; Christian attributed it to the early hour. "Oh?"

"Roger," Christian told him. "He's a friend of Hyde's. But other than the fact that my wife is absolutely terrified to even discuss him, I don't really know anything more."

Taylor's expression hardened. Christian was aware his security team had become very fond of his wife over the years, to the point that any one of them would gladly risk their lives for her, even if they weren't being paid to do so, and anything that threatened her affected them on a personal level. "Understood, sir. I will inform Sawyer and Welch, and see what they come up with. How would you like us to proceed if this Roger shows his face again?"

"Do what you need to do," Christian said coldly, knowing full well what this phrase would mean to Taylor. Almost half of the security team was armed at all times, and though Christian would have preferred them not to be, even he had to admit that the situations sometimes warranted drastic action. For all they knew, Roger was carrying his own gun and Christian wouldn't risk losing another member of his team just because of his own discomfort with firearms. "Sawyer is to be with Anastasia at all times if she leaves the property. He can take whoever he thinks is best, but I want two people with her at all times until this shit is sorted out."

"Of course, Mr. Grey," Taylor agreed.

"Good," Christian murmured, finishing off his coffee. "Come on, I'd hate for your wife's breakfast to get cold..."

Taylor actually cracked a smile and followed his boss back into the house.

By midday, Ana had mostly put everything that happened in Christian's study and the immediate events beforehand out of her mind. She couldn't ignore the fact that Roger was probably somewhere nearby, probably looking for her, but she was finally beginning to trust Christian's words and promise of her safety. He wouldn't allow a repeat of the year before when Jack had gotten into their home in the middle of the day. Ana could only imagine the belated tearing down her husband had given his security team after finding out the truth about why his wife had left—she shuddered at the very thought.

Despite the impending threat of yet more trouble in her life, Ana was starting to fall back into her old routines. After lunch, while Teddy napped, she and Gail discussed the family's meal schedule for the week, and Gail made her shopping list, then discovered they had a bit of down time. On the back porch, the two women sat with cups of tea and just enjoyed the view. Before she had left, Ana and Gail had become quite close—it was difficult for them not to have become so when they only really had each other for company throughout the day or when their husbands were travelling. Since her return, however, Ana felt Gail had reverted to the more formal relationship they'd had when they'd first met.

Everybody in her life had reacted differently to her leaving and return, but Gail's response had somewhat surprised Ana. It probably shouldn't have; Gail had had a front row seat to Christian's downward spiral and it wasn't a secret that she was very fond of Christian despite only being his employee.

What was becoming frustrating, though, was that while people said they understood what Ana had gone through, she couldn't help but feel when she wasn't around, they were all discussing it, and that they all seemed to maintain Christian, not Ana, had been the victim in all this. Not that she wanted to be the victim, nor did she want to belittle the pain she'd put her family through, and on some level she supposed she understood their points of view—only Christian and Dr. Flynn knew the full extent of what Ana had gone through. Still it would have been nice to have someone on her side.

How selfish can you be? her subconscious hissed. You've got Christian on your side. What more do you need?

Before she could respond, a loud cry sounded from within the house.

"Teddy!" Her son's name was out of her mouth before her mind even fully processed anything, and she'd dropped her teacup to the ground, flying out of her chair before it had even completely shattered. She could feel Gail right on her heels as she threw open the door into the kitchen.

A thousand thoughts flew through her mind in the few seconds it took to find her son: Jack had somehow gotten out of police custody and had gotten back into the house; Roger had gotten through all the Greys' protections; there was some new threat brought on by either Christian's former lifestyle—Leila couldn't be the only ex-sub with mental problems—or Ana had brought something back with her.

As she reached the staircase, she indeed found her son in somebody's arms, but she felt herself nearly collapse in relief to discover Sawyer had been a little closer than Ana and Gail. The two of them sat at the foot of the stairs, Teddy's face bright red and wet with tears while Sawyer seemed to be cradling the little boy's arm.

"What happened?" Ana asked, dropping to her knees in front of them. Immediately Teddy wanted to go to her, but Sawyer kept a firm hold on him and his arm.

"I was just coming in the house and he saw me and slipped on the stairs," Sawyer told her fretfully over Teddy's cries. "I tried to catch him, Mrs. Grey, I just wasn't quick enough."

Gail caught up to them. "I think his arm may be broken," she said regretfully, looking at the way Teddy's arm was bent in a rather unnatural angle. "We should get him to hospital."

Ana didn't respond immediately. She watched her baby boy crying and in pain and frightened, and she felt utterly helpless right now. And Christian... He was going to go thermonuclear when he found out his precious son had gotten hurt.

"Ana," Gail said firmly, drawing her attention away from Teddy. Finally looking away from her son, she saw the older woman looking at her sympathetically. "We have to go now."

Nodding, Ana stood up, allowing Sawyer to carry Teddy out to the car. Ana got into the backseat and Sawyer placed Teddy carefully in her lap, careful not to jostle his broken arm any more than necessary. "I'm so sorry, Mrs. Grey," he told her emphatically.

She managed to give him a weak smile. "No need to apologize, Sawyer, it was an accident," she told him.

The look he gave her suggested they were both thinking about Christian's response and how he certainly wouldn't see it that way. Regardless, he closed the door and rushed around to the driver's seat. While Sawyer drove, Ana did everything she could think of to calm down her son. "It's okay, sweet boy," she murmured into his hair, kissing his forehead. "It'll be okay."

"Hurts, Mommy," Teddy sniffled and sobbed.

"I know it does," she said soothingly. "We'll get you all fixed up soon."

"Mrs. Grey," Sawyer said from the front seat. Ana looked up and met his eyes questioningly in the rearview mirror. "I think I should call Taylor, ma'am."

Ana sighed, knowing he was right, but really wanting to put off Christian's reaction for as long as possible. "I think you should, too, Luke..."

A/N: I apologize for the delay in updates considering this is an already completed story, but I've had some things come up that take precedent. I'll try to get the next batch out as soon as I can!