WARNING; Rated M for future m/m and adult themes, this is NOT going to be a CG/Ana fic. It will be a CG/Taylor

Chapter 7;

Jason opted for getting a Taxi down to his 'friend's garage' so that they didn't take the Ferrari. Christian hadn't objected like he'd wanted to, even when Taylor laughed at him for not having a single Seattle taxi number in his mobile phonebook. The smirk which Jason had given Christian was infuriating; a lopsided grin which he felt a sudden and intense urge to whip from Taylor's face. There was precious few things which riled Christian more than disrespectful expressions; eye-rolling, mocking smirks, deliberate yawning. Each individual tick deserved a firm punishment and Christian was itching to deliver the discipline.

Whilst Taylor organised their ride, Christian went to dress for the day. Deciding to dress in jeans and a cashmere jumper, Christian couldn't honestly remember the last time that he'd taken a day off work before. It was an odd phenomena but he was pretty excited, especially when they arrived at this prophesied garage.

Whilst they pulled up, Christian glanced down quickly to check his phone messages and noticed that Elena had text him asking for his company this week for 'drinks and a catch up' at her new place. She'd recently separated from that husband of hers though they were yet to formally divorce and were, apparently, attempting marriage counselling. Christian couldn't see that working out, however, particularly when Elena was now allowing her submissives to work for her through the day. The last time Christian had visited her, he'd been shocked by the three men who were there to be her slaves, cooking, cleaning and worshipping her openly.

He let Jason know of his plans to visit Elena soon, expecting him to have an issue with Christian visiting his old, dear friend. To his surprise, however, the bodyguard just shrugged and nodded, fishing out his wallet from the front pocket of his black jeans to pay for the cab whilst making small talk with the portly man. But so he should pay for the ride; he'd shot and written off Christian's favourite Merc. That car had done him well until Big Bad Smirky Taylor came along and decided to fire his stupid gun at the glass to prove a point.

Christian looked out the window and studied this garage Taylor said that he swore by. They had ended up in a very secluded location on the outskirts of a residential complex near the Sound, north of the main city. If Christian was honest, he expected more from the place. If Taylor and his fellow Security workers used this guy for all their clients then why wasn't there more money to be seen?

"I'll catch the Mariners game later," Taylor said to the driver, giving him a pleasant smile. Apparently the arrogant smirk was just for Christian's eyes only.

"It'll be a tough one; they've not been playing their best this season," the driver rambled as he counted the cash he'd been given.

"They'll win," Taylor nodded, looking over at Christian's uncertainty at their given location, "You alright there?"

"Yeah, I'm just trying to remember when I last got a tetanus jab; a lot of rusty car shells out there," Christian observed and saw that smirk twitching at the corner of Taylor's mouth. He turned quickly to hide it and tipped the driver before they both got out of the car and walked across a very cracked and weeded concrete carpark towards a large rusty blue shed.

"This kid works for Welch's security agency," Jason said, Christian looking up at him. Dressed as casually as Christian was, he looked a lot better today. The suit he'd worn the last few days didn't fit nearly as well as it should do, and although he'd taken advantage of receiving a uniform allowance, he certainly did look better in his black denim levis and a white t-shirt, a pallid shirt over his shoulders to mask his weapon. Christian imagined that this was Taylor in his natural form which explained why he had a slightly better energy about him today.

"A kid owns this garage?" Christian frowned.

"Yup," Taylor nodded, banging his large knuckles on the corrugated iron door, "He grew up in care so tip him well. His work's the best I've ever seen."

"I can't believe a kid is the best in the business," Christian repeated, preparing himself for the worst. He then looked up when he heard someone call out to them both from the side of the building. Taylor didn't flinch, instantly recognising the voice apparently.

"T, my man. My boy. My chief," a young smiling mechanic greeted them, dropping his tools and walking straight over towards both of them with an arrogant youthful swagger, one hand waving and the other on his workman's belt, "What's happening, Chief?"

"Kimmy," Jason greeted reasonably warmly, perhaps the warmest Christian had seen him interact with another human being. HR would probably have appreciated seeing that Jason was capable of being civil when he felt like it. Perhaps that way Christian would receive less threats from Helen in HR over Taylor's attitude in the workplace.

Kimmy was incredibly young to be the professional that Taylor had bigged him up to be, Christian thought. He was maybe eighteen at most with a sheen of acne and greasy curly hair which was held off his face with a hairband. He was wearing oil splattered jeans and a polo shirt with his body-shop logo on the chest, waving brightly at Jason.

"The car is waiting, T," Kimmy nodded, waving both Jason and Christian forwards towards the door. It seemed gigantic from the outside but inside Christian was surprised to find that Kimmy had divided the space into different sections; an office initially to the side of the building with a large work space filled with surprisingly beautiful luxury cars. It was absolutely not what Christian had imagined from someone so young, particularly when the exterior of the building looked like absolute shit.

"How are you keeping, Kimmy?" Taylor asked as they headed inside, "Business been good?"

"Been flying, T," Kimmy grinned up at Taylor, "I had Sawyer here earlier this week actually."

"Fuck, what was he wanting?" Jason smiled again. Christian rose an eyebrow; two smiles in the space of two minutes must really be straining the man's facial muscles.

"A tank, of course" Kimmy laughed, "He asked me to source him an Ocelot."

Jason whistled, "Bugger me; that's 1.5 million dollars' worth of metal. What the hell does he need that for?"

"I never asked," Kimmy chuckled, picking up a set of keys, "We were too busy chatting about chicks, you know Sawyer."

"I know indeed," Jason smiled for the third time, clasping young Kimmy's shoulder as they walked past some pretty ridiculous sized cars which looked straight out of a warzone.

The young man turned and looked over to Christian now, "You're going to love this, Cray-Grey," he said as they past a Mercedes which tickled Christian's fancy slightly; a large silver 4x4 with white tires and red flames on the hood.

"Cray-Grey?" Christian echoed and saw Jason shake his head with an amused smile.

"Yup, Cray-Grey," Kimmy grinned before pointing to the far side of the garage beside a large door, "There's your ride, T! Every box ticked and more."

Christian looked over excitedly for the big reveal and was pleasantly surprised by the vehicle Jason had picked; a large Audi Q7. The thing was an absolute beast of a machine. Christian had never really liked Audi vehicles but he'd never really given them much of a thought before, nor had he looked at the newer models. Carrick drove a Merc and both he and Elliot had driven Mercedes since they'd past their driving tests. When it came to cars, Christian had always stuck with what he'd known so he'd been apprehensive when Jason said he preferred Audi for security vehicles.

This car before him was practically part tank. It was big and shiny black with black alloys and tinted windows. Christian noticed that Jason had even had the Merc's old registration plates fitted onto the new car. It was really perfect, Christian couldn't pick a fault.

"What do you think?" Jason asked, watching as Christian walked around the Audi and studied it closely, stroking the hood.

"It's huge," Christian nodded, looking over at Kimmy, "What's been upgraded? There's not an ejector seat, is there?"

"No ejector seat," Kimmy laughed, "Bullet proof glass was the first thing I fitted," Kimmy smiled as he left Jason's side and walked over beside Christian. He rattled his knuckles on the hood of the car, "reinforced metal. There's a built in jammer too so you have complete privacy from long and short range listening devices. Just the usual T requirements really. Oh, I wasn't sure if you were going to be seeking a guard dog like last time so the trunk has a cage. Didn't want you to see that and think I'd randomly put a dog cage in the back for no reason."

"That's alright," Jason said, straightening his tie as Kimmy handed Christian the keys to his new car, "You want to drive or shall I?"

"It's my new toy," Christian smirked, fishing his cheque book from his jacket pocket so that he could pay Kimmy the right amount and a little extra like Jason had requested he do, "Let's take it for a blast on the motorway."

"I thought you wanted to go to work later?" Jason frowned.

"They've not called yet so I'm assuming their coping without me today," Christian shrugged then looked at Kimmy, "How much do I write this out to?"

"Twenty thousand dollars for the modifications," Kimmy said fearlessly, "in the short time frame. Usually I wouldn't ask for that much for a simple upgrade job but T's been chewing my balls to have this beast tamed for you as soon as possible. He's paid for the car itself out of GEH's credit card."

"I'll make it thirty if you get yourself a haircut, Greaser," Christian joked, ripping the page out and handing it to the youngster, "Taylor, you want to drive us out of here and I'll take over?"

"Of course Sir," Jason said, catching the keys when Christian threw them over to him.

"I'll go get you a receipt," Kimmy said, taking his cheque with him and heading into his little office.

"Perfect," Christian replied, looking around at some of the other vehicles which Kimmy was working on. One in particular caught his eye; a sexy sleek grey Audi sitting up on a ramp, "What's that?" he asked Jason, walking over to it like a moth to a flame, "It's the R8, right?"

"Yeah," Jason confirmed, walking over to look at it as well.

"I want one," Christian said firmly, "Fuck it's gorgeous. Should we get one?"

"We, sir?" Taylor echoed curiously.

"Yes, 'We'," Christian said firmly, staring up at Jason's green coloured eyes, "I'm assuming you'll be driving it too on occasions. So…should we?"

"Well, I mean, sure," Jason shrugged, scratching his buzzcut, "It's a beautiful car. Expensive though."

"I can afford one," Christian insisted, looking at Jason again, "Should we?"

"It's your decision," Jason reminded him, "…but it's fucking stunning haha, I'm not going to say 'no' to a ride in one of those."

"Oh…but what about the Ferrari?" Christian mused, stroking his arm, "I do already have a Ferrari."

"Fuck the Ferrari; the Audi is newer and sexier," Jason pointed out with that smirk again, stroking the vehicle's tires tenderly, "0-60 in 3 seconds, 552 bhp, V10 engine…phew."

Christian laughed, "I'm so glad you're a car man too, Taylor," he admitted, shaking his head at the lustful expression Jason appeared to develop as he studied the car's engine curiously.


"Would you mind if I call my daughter, Sir?" Taylor asked as he drove them out of the carpark, Kimmy waving in the background as they pulled out back onto the road to civilisation.

"Of course you can, Taylor," Christian said, looking at the back of Taylor's head, "I didn't realise you had a daughter. How old is she?"

"Two and a bit," Jason said with a sigh, "She's getting too big for my liking."

"Do you see much of her?" Christian asked curiously, catching the man's eyes in the rearview mirror. Earlier they'd seemed green but Christian was sure they appeared to be more bluey-grey now which was odd.

"Not really," Jason admitted, "My ex-wife and I share custody. Our relationship is pretty decent; we want the best for Sophie."

"Beautiful name. Sophie," Christian smiled, encouraging the man to keep talking.

"She's named after my mother, Sofia," Jason explained, indicating to merge the Q7 into the fast lane to overtake a tractor, "Do you mind if I check in with her?"

"Go ahead," Christian insisted, pulling out his own mobile phone and loading up the documents Ros had been sending him, "I've got some emails to read over anyway." He saw Taylor fiddle with the dials on the Q7 screen before settling back in his seat and speeding up to test the car.

"He'o?" someone called in perhaps the cutest little voice Christian had ever heard. He didn't want to look up, focusing on his phone, but he listened to the little voice on the speaker.

"Hey princess!" Taylor called excitedly, in a voice which seemed alien Christian thought.

"Daddy!" Sophie called excitedly, "Daddy mines getting to da, um, a, um a kitty!"

"Mommy is getting you a kitty?" Taylor translated expertly, never dropping the excitement in his tone, "And what do kitties say?"

"Pussy-puss-puss!" Sophie declared loudly, Taylor just laughing. Christian laughed too, biting the inside of his cheek so that he didn't interrupt Jason's phonecall.

"Close enough, Beautiful," Jason chuckled, "Well what are we going to call your Kitty cat?" he asked.

"Justin."

"Oh come on, Sophie, you'll make your daddy cry with all this Justin Bieber stuff!" Taylor said with a mock whimper.

"Me loves Justin!" Sophie insisted, "Daddy, do we going to boat and see mermaids?"

"Are we going to take a boat out onto the Sound and look for mermaids?" Jason echoed after translating once more.

"Yes!" Sophie confirmed eagerly.

"Oh I don't know. That depends; have you been going poop in the potty?" Jason asked, pulling into the slow lane again and switching on cruise control as they neared the city again.

"Sometimes," Sophie said and Christian could hear her unamused tone that she was being bargained with for her boat trip, "but, but, but mommy says I don' have a to poop in mine potty!"

"Mommy says you don't have to use your potty?" Jason translated with a disapproving tone, clearly an expert in understanding toddler speech. Christian wasn't so good at understanding young children, something he'd noticed when Mia grew up a little more; he just couldn't' understand the broken, jumbled English so well, "I don't think you're telling me the truth there, Miss Taylor."

"I's poopy on mommy's shoe!" Sophie suddenly declared gleefully, clapping her hands in the background.

"Sophie Taylor," a woman suddenly called, taking the phone from Sophie, "Hey Jason, it's me. That is not what happened. We were driving back from softplay and she decided she needed a pee and couldn't wait to get home so we went on the side of the road. She just didn't realise she needed a poop too and because I was holding her, my shoes were in the firing line."

"Really, Lynn?" Jason laughed heartfully, "Sophie that's so funny. You're a funny girl."

"Me knows," Sophie said proudly when she got the phone back and Christian found himself beginning to laugh, "Daddy if me's gets ten poops in mine potty we goes mermaid spotting?"

"If you get ten poops in the potty and mommy says you've been a good girl then yes, we'll get a borrow of a boat and go out onto the Sound to see if we can see Mermaids. Ten poops though. Proper poops too," Jason concluded, looking back at Christian in the rearview mirror and mouthing 'Escala or Work?'

"Escala," Christian whispered, putting his phone away. It was too late in the day to go to GEH and do anything productive anyway and the truth was that Christian felt so much better for sleeping in that little later and taking a day off. It had been so long since he'd done either, even choosing to work Sundays to ensure the company continued to grow.

"Okay! Mommy I goes make poopy. Come watch me!" Sophie yelled, running away by the sound of her stomping feet in the background.

"Thanks for that, Jason; you've just made my weekend. Watching our daughter poop was exactly what I wanted to do," the woman, Lynn Christian assumed, called with obvious sarcasm.

Jason laughed, "Sorry, Lynn."

"I don't think you are sorry, Jas," The woman laughed too, "I'll let you know the score with this potty thing tomorrow. You better get her a boat. All she's talking about is finding Ariel."

"Sorry about that," Jason said, turning left and getting closer to Escala, "We'll find Ariel though. I promise. Or we'll have fun looking. I'll speak to you later?"

"I'll text you," Lynn said, both saying goodbye and hanging up.

"Your daughter sounds adorable," Christian insisted the minute that Jason hung up using the button on the steering wheel, "Potty training?"

"Yup," Jason smiled proudly, "She's dry pretty much but some of the older girls in her childcare club told her that girls don't shit. So she's been having a lot of accidents lately. We're back to square one."

"Kids are cruel," Christian nodded, "I wasn't potty completely until I was nearly six," he said, remembering how hard Grace and Carrick had worked to get him to achieve his milestones at long last, "She'll grow out of it though."

"I hope so," Jason nodded, "We can only be patient."

Christian nodded and had to agree. Had Grace and Carrick not taken their time to help him overcome the traumas of his past, Christian couldn't imagine where he would have ended up. The nightmares still haunted him, as did the constant flashbacks, but there was no denying that the Greys had saved him.

"I'm going to park in the garage, Sir," Taylor said, back to work mode now as he indicated to pull into the underground carpark.

"No problem, Taylor," Christian said, going back to looking at his mobile phone as they entered the garage and reverse parked into the space which once housed the Mercedes who was all but a distant memory to Christian now that he had this shiny new toy at his disposal.

"I was going to watch the Mariners game tonight," Taylor commented as he turned off the engine, "Would you like to watch too?"

Christian frowned and looked Jason in the eye via the rearview mirror again. Now, in this lighting, the man's eyes looked an interesting murky brown with flecks of green. It was curious how they appeared to change colour, Christian thought as he looked at Jason.

"Sure," he nodded, "I'll be honest; I'm not a big baseball player; I'm not up to date with the rules."

Taylor smirked, looking at Christian teasingly again, as though mocking Christian for his lack of sporting knowledge, "I can teach you the rules, Sir."

"I'm sure you will, Mr Taylor," Christian rebottled, getting out the car.