I wake to the familiar sound of rain against glass. I open my eyes to the powder blue walls of my hospital room. I feel anxious, where is he? There is a large, friendly looking black lady, a nurse, bustling around me. I scour the room for Christian, my view blocked somewhat by the nurse's ample ass. Then I spot him, sitting on the couch on the opposite wall, reading the paper. I feel relief flood my body. I know he isn't really reading, more occupying himself while the nurse does her job… getting a little control over his thoughts in a situation where he has none. Why does he make me feel this way? I know I am safe when he is with me. I smile to myself and visibly relax.

"Ahhh Mrs Grey, you're awake" the Nurse greets me warmly.

Christian immediately looks up, puts his paper down and comes over to the bed. He takes my left hand which still has the cannula in it attached to the IV, and softly presses my palm to his lips. I smile at him, his eyes never leaving mine. For all his CEO, control freakish 'I'm gonna spank you' bravado, he is at heart as soft as marshmallow, though I don't doubt that his staff would balk at that notion! As we silently greet each other the nurse continues to chatter away, largely unheard by us.

"My name is Dorothy, and you have had a quite a tumble Mrs Grey" She speaks in an accent I don't immediately recognise; I think it is Caribbean, Jamaican perhaps. It is not an accent I have heard very often except on TV.

She gently takes the IV line down and removes the cannula from the back of my hand. She checks my blood pressure, explaining that because of the drugs it had been unusually low, but thankfully was now a healthy normal. She explains that the fracture in my wrist is minor and that I must wear the brace, but I may be able to take it off after 2 or 3 weeks all things being well. She explains about the effects of the drugs on my body, how I will have gaps in my memory but, because I had no alcohol in my system, memory loss may not affect me so badly as it does in some cases. She reassures me that I should feel fine in a few days. She takes bloods. Finally she says I should be able to go home when the doctor has seen me, providing the bloods come back okay of course. That is music to my ears and I sit up, ignoring discomfort of my ribs, grinning like a moron

"Hmmm, we'll see" Christian says under his breath. I resist the urge to roll my eyes, and giggle instead. I know he's going to want to wrap me in bubble wrap and keep my locked away at home now, certainly until Hyde is caught. I'll deal with him and his paranoid foibles later. For now, I just can't wait to get home.

I have a little breakfast of toast and fruit salad and a glass of orange juice. I have to eat little and often for 24 hours or so, Dorothy advises, just until my stomach settles and the bruising on my ribs to come out.

The Doctor, a lovely man in his late fifties, introduces himself as Martin Cooper. He checks me over. He is satisfied that the vomiting was due to the drugs and not a symptom of concussion which they had been a little concerned it might be. Christian looks sceptical but Dr Cooper is happy for me to go home; not before Christian gives him the 3rd degree. "How long before she can get up and about? When should she go back to work? Are you certain she is well enough to go home, not concussed or damaged? What do I need to watch out for? Is there anything she shouldn't eat? Alcohol - is that safe after all those drugs? And sex, when will she be OK to resume marital relations?" Frankly I'm embarrassed and more than a little annoyed by this. I'm too irritated to bother interjecting or arguing though. I just want to go home.

On our way out we pop in on Ray. He is improving every day and so relieved to see me. I tell him how I kicked Jack in the groin and I can tell he is proud of his little girl. Christian finds it hard to listen to my account of my ordeal. He whisks me home as soon as he can, insisting I need to rest. I can see how this is going to go if I don't get a firm hold of the situation!

We get home just before 1pm. All the way home, I snuggle up to Christian in the back of the SUV while he strokes my hair, telling me he's proud of how brave I was, how he has married a 'gutsy little woman'. It evidently impressed him that I managed to get out of the car by myself. It is such a contrast from the last time I was in the back of a car with a man and the comparison makes me shudder.

When we reach the apartment, I'm relieved, I'm home. We walk into the great room, and there at the breakfast bar are Mia, Kate, and Elliot! Christian smiles and greets them warmly, but I can tell he isn't thrilled!

"Chicken Cesar salad wasn't it Ana?" Mia grins. "It's a little late, but we didn't think you'd want to miss out on our lunch!"

Kate comes over, tears welling in her eyes, a bottle of champagne in one hand and hugs me tight. She takes me by surprise, she hurts my ribs a little. Then Elliot pulls me into tight hug almost winding me and I wince as pain shoots through my ribs "Kate, Elliot, be careful with her!" Christian scolds, as he relieves Kate of the champagne.

"It's Okay Christian…" I snap "Aw guys, that's so sweet, and I'm starving!".

At last Christian relaxes, and we all tuck into a lunch. I know since Dr. Cooper advised no alcohol for a few days that Christian won't allow me champagne. I have orange juice while I encourage the others celebrate my safe return with champagne. They are my family and I love them.

The next couple of days are a trial. I am feeling stronger mentally and physically, but am having nightmares, more flashbacks actually, so feel a little tired and grouchy. I am also board; it's like I'm under house arrest. Christian predictably monitors everything I eat, drink and do. I won the battle over 'bed rest' by phoning his mother and getting her to explain that I'm better off keeping to a fairly normal routine, keeping mobile, gently exercising my battered and bruised body. I catch up on reading, and do a little more research on MBA courses when Christian isn't looking. I even fold a little laundry just to keep busy.

I try to seduce him in bed on Sunday evening. I tentatively - so as not to wince if my now healing bruises catch - climb astride him while he lies next to me reading. I straddle him and leaning forward to kiss him and give him a close up eye full of my braless breasts bouncing in my delicate silk nightgown. I am hoping to show him how much better I'm feeling so maybe he will let me return to work tomorrow. I know it's a long shot as even Dr. Cooper suggested delaying my return to work until mid week.

I am defeated before I get started despite his growing erection which I can feel beneath me. Christian gently but firmly holding me by the waist, flips over so I am underneath him, my good wrist pinned to the bed with his hand. "No, No, No Ana, I know what you are doing…" he challenges "…Much as I'd like to be distracted by your feminine charms…" he punctuates his sentence with a soft kiss on my parted lips, "… I am not making love to you. And before you ask again you are not going back to work before at least Wednesday!" He is smiling and I am pouting. Knowing the size of Christians libido I guess have to admire his self control!

It is Monday afternoon and Christian has promised me we can talk through what happened last Thursday properly this evening. We haven't discussed it since the early hours of Friday morning. He managed to put this off all weekend by distracting me or disappearing into his office for urgent 'security briefings', and to be honest, I felt too muddled and upset to take it in for a while. I just wanted not to think about it for a little bit. I feel much like my normal self now. The bruising on my ribs is yellowing and really barely hurts anymore. The glimpses of my ordeal that I remember, I remember in sharp and vivid Technicolor! Christian has finally to allowed the police to come over and take my statement. It seems the right time, I need to understand a little more about what the hell happened on Thursday! Neither of has any excuse put it off any longer. I know my husband well enough to know that he will have left no stone unturned with regard to finding out who was responsible for Hyde getting to me. He promised me never to keep me in the dark and I trust he will honour his promise.

It's now 4.30. Earlier this afternoon Christian disappeared to his office for two hours with Sawyer and Dexter. When he comes out I am on the couch in the great room, reading. His face is like thunder. I'm sure it is because Detective Clarke is due any time now. I know he will feel anxious and invaded. I go over and give him a reassuring hug - my ribs barely tender now. He wraps his arms around me and kisses me.

"Don't worry Christian, this will be over soon, and then you can tell me what happened Thursday while I was 'otherwise engaged.'" I giggle at my little joke, but Christian is stony faced.

"Anastasia, don't you have something you need to tell me?"

I'm confused. I told Christian about the conversations I overheard from the back of the blue SUV, I told him two nights ago when he woke me from my nightmare. I told him about how they got the drugs into me, about the 'Dextrose' tablet, and about Jack hitting me twice when we were in the hospital talking to Dr Cooper. What haven't I told him?

"No, I don't think so Christian…"

"Sawyer and Dexter just submitted their written reports of Thursday. We went through them line by line."

I am still confused, then it occurs to me that their report will include our journey over to the health club…

"And I called Kate just now…"

Shit! I feel myself blushing scarlet.

"You just lost your car keys baby."

"Well I can't drive with this anyway" I mumble defensively indicating the brace on my right wrist.

Christian smiles, taking my car key out of his pocket "You wouldn't be driving yourself until Hyde is caught even if you hadn't fractured your wrist. I'm keeping this until I'm persuaded you can resist the urge to drive like a lunatic." And he puts the key back in his pocket.

"Why did you buy me the damn car if you're not going to let me drive it? Maybe you should have bought me a Prius!" I retort sarcastically.

At that moment, Taylor announces Detective Clarke's arrival.

"We're not finished Ana. We'll continue our talk later." He says firmly before walking over to shake the detective's hand. The threat in his words in implicit.

We sit on the couches in the great room, Christian sits next to me, with his arm resting on the back of the couch behind me. I sit upright, on the edge of the couch. Detective Clarke takes a seat as directed, on the opposite couch.

I give detective Clarke my statement. I explain about what I heard of Hyde's intentions to abduct Mia, and how they just got lucky with me. I explain that Elizabeth seemed to be acting against her judgement, if not her will, that I thought he must have something on her. I describe again how he hit me, first on my head with something hard, a gun maybe, then when he hit me across my face, my cheekbone, after I spat the water at him. Finally I recount in animated detail how I kicked Hyde, first in the nuts, then in the jaw. Christian moves his arm around my shoulder and squeezes me to him, quietly asserting, with more than a little pride "That's my girl!"

The detective in turn explains how as soon as the police were made aware of Hyde's release, they informed us, via Taylor. I notice that as detective Clarke recounts the details of Hyde's bail and release, Christian is watching me, his hand resting on his jaw, index finger horizontal against his mouth. He never even glances at Detective Clarke as he carries on to explain that the police were not even informed of Hyde's bail and release until after midday on Thursday. Bail was posted late on Wednesday and Hyde was freed first thing Thursday. A man named Mr Lincoln posted bail.

"Lincoln? Elena's Ex?" I question

"Yes" Christian says simply, not taking his hand away from his mouth. "Patrick Lincoln, everyone calls him Linc." He adds.

Then I remember the weird conversation with Elizabeth at the office the day before. She mentioned Linc; and that monologue she directed at me when she thought I was unconscious in the back of the SUV. She mentioned warning me…

"Elizabeth knew on Wednesday afternoon, about Mr Lincoln. I think she tried to warn me!"

"What?" Suddenly Christian is animated, sitting forward in his seat "why didn't you tell me? What did she say?" Jeez, he sounds mad… "I just thought she was being weird . I didn't think much about it. By the time I was home, I forgot about it." I say truthfully; I refrain from reminding Christian of the rather distracting shower sex that took my mind off pretty much everything as soon as he came home that night!

"She didn't make a lot of sense from what I remember… she wanted me to check Hyde had been charged or something… and she mentioned an association with Linc… but I just didn't know what she was talking about… I didn't know what 'Linc' meant… I didn't even realise 'Linc was a person!"

After a moment Christian stands, and detective Clarke stands in response. "Do you have everything you need Mr Clarke? My wife needs to eat soon, she still recovering."

"Yes Mr Grey, I have the statement. I will be back in touch if I need anything else. Meantime, should anything else occur to you Mrs Grey, please call us right away."

"Of course" I smile "Goodbye Detective Clarke"

Christian shows him to the door of the great room where Taylor meets him to accompany him out of the apartment.

Over dinner I grill Christian.

"So after I called you from the club, you got the call about Hyde getting bail?"

"No Ana. They called while I was talking to you. Taylor told me right after I got off the phone. He called Dexter but they were still in the car and called him back. I couldn't work out at the time why they were in the car and you were in the club, but I was so consumed with thoughts of Hyde being free, I didn't pursue it."

I feel myself going red again. He isn't going to forget about that in a hurry!

"Why didn't you call me back and tell me?"

"I decided to come right over to the club myself and tell you face to face.. I told Dexter but gave her instructions not to tell you. I wanted to do it. Besides we figured the risk the risk at the club so soon after his release was negligible. He would expect you to be a work and we had two of my security team on the door of the health club, which is a secure, members only club. I knew you were okay, with the girls in a private restaurant, I'd be there within half an hour myself. I didn't want to spoil your lunch with the girls until I needed to."

I can see why he didn't tell me right away, and I'm touched that he decided to come right over and tell me himself. I am relieved that he wasn't trying to keep me in the dark, he was just trying to handle it sensitively. After last time, I don't blame him.

"So when did you realize I'd gone?" I have no idea what happened after Elizabeth led me out of those patio doors.

"After 5 minutes or so Kate and Mia were worried you might be sick or something. Mia ran down to check on you and when she couldn't find you, she and Kate ran straight down to find Sawyer. Mia was just calling me when we pulled up. I knew something was wrong right away. The lady behind the desk at reception called the cops. Kate had your purse, and your blackberry wasn't in it so I just hoped to hell you had it with you so I could track you. We didn't call it. Didn't want to give away that you had it in case they hadn't found it. We got Welch onto tracking it within 10 minutes. That's when Taylor and I headed out to find you."

"But someone did call me, my phone went off when I was in the SUV."

"Yes that would be Kate, apparently…" he says, rolling his eyes and sighing... "She was inconsolable. Doesn't handle stress well that girl!"

"You found me though. Thank you"

"I did find you baby. It should never have happened. A lot of stupid mistakes that won't happen again."

"I don't like the sound of that!"

"I gotta keep you safe Ana. I would have died if he'd done anything to you."

After dinner, we go to bed. I'm exhausted by another day of doing nothing! I get change into my nightgown, clean my teeth and sit at my dressing table, brushing out the knots on my hair.

Christian comes up behind me, "may I help you with that baby?"

"Sure", I hand him my brush and he carefully starts brushing my hair in small sections, from root to tip.

"I want to go to work tomorrow" it's worth a try!

"If it were up to me you wouldn't go to work until Hyde is caught Anastasia,"

"Does that mean I can go?"

"No it does not. Thursday maybe. Not before."

"I suppose I'll need a babysitter"

"You know I don't like you calling them that Ana! And yes of course security is going to be very tight for the foreseeable. Sawyer will drive you and Dexter will accompany you at close quarters at all times when you are not at home,"

"Fabulous!" I am unable to contain my sarcasm. "You made them write reports?"

"Sweetheart, our security guys always write a report at the end of each day. It's routine. Of course if there is a serious incident, they have to make a detailed report. It's how it works."

"So… I guess by the fact you took my car keys, they …"

"Yes, you guess right Anastasia. I know you ditched them at the lights, and it doesn't take a genius to calculate how fast you must have been driving. Besides, Kate totally ratted you out when I called her earlier!"

"Kate!? I don't believe it…"

"She was so worried that the whole thing might be her fault, encouraging you to ditch security. It all just spilled out. She thought maybe Hyde followed you and got in the club before security got there. Nonsense of course, but very illuminating. It all came out… how you 'went off piste', how you lied to Dexter"

Shit… now I'm in trouble… and he has a dangerous weapon in his hand!

"Now remind me Ana, what was it I said I'd do with you if you deliberately broke an important promise again?"

I raise my head and my eyes, wide open, meet his in the mirror "Oh no you don't…" I say, simultaneously standing and turning, so my behind it against the dressing table…

Christian, reaches down and takes me left wrist in his left hand, his arm crossing in front of us. I back away sideways from the dressing table. I am not scared exactly; despite his threat, I know he would not give me a serious spanking while I'm still battered and bruised, with my wrist in a brace, yellowing bruises on my body and a gash on my forehead. Christian is smiling, and he is holding the hairbrush like a table tennis paddle, suddenly he jerks my arm and I spin around just enough for him to pop me on my bottom with the back of the brush. "Ow!" I yell affronted. I pull away, protecting my vulnerable behind with my braced arm, while he keeps a firm grip around my good wrist.

"What did I say I'd do Ana?" He says and he jerks my arm once more delivering another sharp swat right on target. I break free of his grip and, giggling a little now, I dash for the bathroom. He bolts after me, and manages to swat me again sharply on my butt, then he catches my arm again and pulls me sharply so I fall against him, my chest against his abdomen. "I am pretty sure I warned you Mrs Grey, that should you break a promise to me that put your safety at risk, I would tan your behind with a hairbrush," and he emphasises his words with another gentle little pop on my behind, this one doesn't sting at all.

"Fortunately for you, I can't spank you while you're all battered and bruised even though you thoroughly deserve a spanking." He kisses me softly.

"Oh well I have one thing to thank Jack Hyde for at least!" I joke, and he pops me on the ass with the hairbrush again!