A/N: I'm so sorry for the late update. School has been crazy this week and my birthday celebrations have kind of continued throughout the week, so haven't really had much time to write. Thank you lilithblood for reminding me to update! Your PM gave me the motivation to finish up this chapter! I hope you guys enjoy this chapter!

"Erm… It's a she Sir" Taylor's voice booms. My heart is in my mouth. A girl? Who would want to stalk me? My head clouds with various thoughts about the stalker's identity. I follow Christian's lead to the elevator, Daniel follows close behind me. "Where are you holding her?" Christian asks authoritatively. "In the garage," Taylor answers Christian before turning to me. "I'm really sorry Ms. Steele, but I don't think you should come down just yet."

"What!?" I practically scream. "Taylor?" Christian questions. "Sir, trust me." Taylor pleads before he moves towards Christian and whispers something. Christian's eyes widen immediately in response and nods. "Taylor's right. You shouldn't go down just yet. Daniel, I think you'd want to come down too." I just gape at them. How can they not let me go?!

They give me one last look of sympathy before disappearing behind the closing doors of the elevator. I scowl at the already closed doors and storm off muttering curses at their insistence on treating me like a child. I walk back to the kitchen and begin to clear our plates. I've lost my appetite. As I clean up the mess I made while cooking I suddenly find that I'm not alone in the kitchen. I look up to find a sophisticatedly dressed woman standing beside me, her hair tied into classic French bun.

"Err hi?" My voice wavering in shock. Who is this woman? "Good morning dear. I don't believe we've met officially though I've heard a lot about you from my son." Her voice full of sincerity. "You're Christian's mom…" I say stupidly. She just said she was right? my sub-conscience berates. "Yes dear. How're you feeling this morning?"

"I'm feeling much better, thank you Mrs. Grey. " "Oh, call me Grace dear, Mrs. Grey makes me feel so old!" she says chuckling. No one can accuse her of being old. Her face is radiant with sincerity and warmth. "That's good that you're feeling better," she continues. I nod, smiling back at her. It's hard not to smile around her, her good mood being so infectious.

"Although I'd be a lot better if they had let me go down with them," I blurt out unintentionally. I mentally smack myself on the forehead! What am I doing, complaining about her son to her? Her forehead creases with confusion. "Taylor found someone of interest who's presumably connected with this whole stalker business; though no one would let me go down to see who she is!" I say exasperated.

"They must have a good reason, dear. You know Christian; he always needs to be in control. He probably wants to find out as much information as he can first and ensure you're not in any immediate danger before anything else," she says soothingly. She really has a way of calming people down because I instantly relax as her voice of reason takes root within me. I nod in agreement.

~0o0~ C.G

My heart pounds nervously in my chest as the elevator seems to descend ever so slowly into the garage. I can hear Daniel fidgeting nervously behind me ever since Taylor informed him on who to expect in the garage after the doors closed in front of Ana's confused face. I have no idea how I'm going to face the stalker, let alone how Daniel is going to. She's the last person anyone would've expected. After what feels like a longer than usual way down to the garage, the doors ping open. The tension in the air is palpable as we step out into the dim garage.

We follow Taylor's lead to the corner of the garage. I spot Sawyer and a few others from the security team. They part and I see her sitting with an impassive look on her face. Daniel inhales sharply as he spots her. For a few moments I'm dumbfounded by the anger I feel. How could she? She worked for Ana, why would she want to hurt her?

All too soon we recover our ability to speak and the interrogation begins.

~0o0~ A.G

They've been down there forever, I think as I sit in Christian's study answering emails from work. It seems like as soon as I don't answer them for a day they pile up a mile high. I wonder why they aren't getting diverted to my assistant. An interesting manuscript has come through and I take note to pick it up from work later.

It feels like forever since I've been there. I really need to get back there soon. I am the country manager after all! Suddenly an email comes through from an unknown domain. Intrigued, I ignored the security warning that came up right before I clicked on it, and I gasp immediately as I read the single line of the email.

To: Anastasia Steele

Subject: You should warn your boys…

From: Unknown

… to stop the harsh interrogation if not I'll be forced to evoke the equivalent physical punishment on you as the mental one they're subjecting her to.

I read it over and over again, not quite sure what to do next. Should I call Christian? Daniel? Taylor? The police? What should I do?! I contemplate for a while though deep down I know what I have to do. My fingers fly over the keyboard of my laptop.

To: Unknown

Subject: How about we just talk?

From: Anastasia Steele

I can meet you in an hour and maybe we can settle this once and for all…

Anastasia Steele
Country Manager & Chief Editor, Wright's Publishing Seattle

I take a deep breath and hit send. I don't know what came over me but I do know all these threats have to stop! Though I wonder how mad Christian and Daniel are going to be when they find out, but soon realize that I don't really care. They seem determined to leave me out of everything despite the fact that I'm the one getting threatened! That'll show them that I can handle this without them.

I wait a few minutes for a reply but it doesn't come through. Disappointed I walk out of the study to get something to drink and just then the elevator pings open. A livid Christian exits and makes a beeline for me.

"Just what the hell do you think you're doing Ana?" He yells at me. I just blink at him, extremely shocked. "Don't act dumb Ana. We've been trying to protect you, Daniel and I, our security teams, the police and you think to just give yourself up?" He continues, his voice still raised, though he tries hard to rein in his temper.

He shoves his blackberry in my face and it takes my eyes a moment to focus and read the email.

To: Christian Grey; Daniel Wright

Subject: Just thought you should know…

From: Unknown

To: Unknown

Subject: How about we just talk?

From: Anastasia Steele

I can meet you in an hour and maybe we can settle this once and for all…

Anastasia Steele
Country Manager & Chief Editor, Wright's Publishing Seattle

You should let her go before I actually take Ana up on her offer

"That bitch," I say through gritted teeth. I can't believe she squealed on me! "Ana, don't you blame the psycho stalker; at least she has an excuse! You? You're acting recklessly! What if she kidnaps you during this meet up of yours? Were you even going to tell Daniel? Or Me?" Christian asks, his voice a mixture of pain and worry.

I can't bear to look at him right now, and I just stare at the floor seething in anger against the tattletale psycho stalker, whoever they are. "What did Daniel say?" I ask in a meek voice. "He's as furious as I am, but he's continuing the interrogation." My head snaps back up to him as I remember the email. I walk off to the study as Christian calls out after me exasperated.

I return soon enough holding my blackberry and shove it in his face imitating his gesture earlier. His eyes widen as he reads the threat and immediately is on the phone. "Taylor, get Daniel to stop the interrogation NOW," he barks. "And you, you will not go promising meetings with psycho-stalkers," he growls at me. "I can do whatever the hell I want Christian. I'm a grown woman." I retort. His features immediately soften. "That's true, but we just want you safe." He says quietly.

"Take me down to this stalker now," I demand, having had enough of his 'protection'. He hesitates but upon seeing the defiance in my eyes he nods and complies. We walk to the elevator in silence. "Ana, just promise me you aren't going to have another panic attack and faint. I don't think I can see you in that state again so soon."

His voice breaks with emotion and I feel guilt for fleeting moment but it evaporates soon enough as I struggle to hold on to my strength. I say nothing but I try to steel myself for whatever is to transpire in the garage. The doors ping open to but nothing seems amiss. Frowning, I look at Christian questioningly. Is this a trick? I wonder.

Christian's face gives nothing away and he just leads me to a door in the far corner of the garage. I open the door uncertainly and the bright light blinds me a little after the dimness of the garage. I blink furiously anxious to recover my sight to get this meeting with one of my seemingly many stalkers over and done with already. After what seems like eternity but in actuality must've only been a few seconds, I find myself surrounded by security personnel.

I barrel through the mass of bodies all cloaked in the same black that seems to befit all security personnel when suddenly a pair of familiar strong hands circle my waist pulling me in their direction. I turn around shocked but relax when I realize they belong to Daniel. Daniel, who definitely wouldn't shout at me no matter how angry he is with me. Daniel, who will never hurt me. Though I can feel his smoldering gaze boring into the back of my head I ignore Christian.

"You ready Ana?" Daniel asks softly into my ear. I nod closing my eyes briefly, breathing in deep to calm my nerves. He leads me further down through a narrow corridor. As we turn right I see Becky sitting in a chair next to Taylor. "Becky! What're you doing here? Daniel didn't mention you were here! Did she threaten you too?" My voice becomes panicky as I contemplate the stalker branching out to hurt innocent people close to me.

"Ana…" Daniel's voice almost pleading. Confused I practically shriek, "No! They already threatened her?!" My mind spins out of control. I look to Becky to answer me but she just continues staring at the ground in front of her. "Ana… She's the one we've been err... interrogating" Daniel's voice almost a whisper. It takes a while for me to decipher the meaning of what he just said, eventually understanding dawns on me.

"What?! You must've made some kind of mistake!" I say confidently, almost laughing. How can they think Becky is my stalker? There's no way. She's so sweet and innocent, always working hard. They must be joking. Yeah that's it, they're pulling my leg. But as these thoughts continue to form in my head, I notice the anticipated laughter that should follow doesn't come. Everyone stares at me expectedly and the mood is muted.

"No," I finally whisper, as I'm forced to accept the accusation. Becky just continues to stare at the ground not making any eye contact. I need her to say it. That's the only way I'll believe it. "She confessed to posting all the threats, though claims that she's just the messenger." Christian's voice suddenly promulgates. "Is this true Becky?" I urge, desperate for her to deny the accusations against her. Please, please let it just be an accusation, my sub-conscience pleads.

She looks up at me, tears in her eyes and nods slowly. My world just crashes. I trusted her. She knew my schedule, my moods, me. I can't believe this. "Why? Why Becky," I ask tearfully. "She paid me a lot of money. I didn't want to but I needed the money. I didn't know it was going to get this serious! I swear!" she says wide-eyed before collapsing into a fit of sobs.

I sense myself feeling pity for her and immediately my stronger self rejects it. I refuse to pity a girl who I trusted and betrayed me by helping someone else threaten me. I storm out of the room into the garage. I hear footsteps follow me but I ignore them. I'm in no mood for Christian or Daniel's soothing words.

Anger, that's what I want to feel and it's what I am feeling. I see a dented empty soda can on the floor and I kick hard but somehow it doesn't help. I need to punch something, hard. I need to release this pent-up anger somehow. Christian chuckles behind me. "You kick like a girl." "I am a girl," I spit out in anger at Christian. "Ana, are you okay?" Daniel asks concerned. I turn around to face him, about to retort but his genuine concern-filled face stops me. I settle on shaking my head, not trusting my tongue.

"I need to vent," I say resolutely. "I have a gym on the second floor of my apartment," Christian offers. "I have punching bags and all you need to vent your frustration physically if you want." I nod, grateful for his gym but not particularly for his presence presently. I just know this is all his fault. I don't know how but it must be. He's the billionaire dominant, I'm sure there are plenty of ex-subs who would love to threaten me for some kind of payout or just for the satisfaction of hurting him like he hurt them.

We walk to the elevator and I stay close to Daniel. Christian's brow furrows when he realizes what I'm doing, and lets out a sigh that lets on just how much pain he's in. I don't care right now, it's his fault my life's in danger. They shot at Christian and I, not Daniel and I. He got the first threat not Daniel. That must mean something.

I eagerly change into the oversized tee and shorts Daniel brought from when I stayed here after fainting. That was only two days ago, I reflect. My how time has flown. Christian and Daniel silently leave the gym after escorting me there like my own personal bodyguards. The tension between them is palpable. Christian wasn't kidding that all I need to vent is in here.

I decide to hit the treadmill first, needing some blood pumping cardio workout before I start pounding on the various punching bags. I don't know how long I was in there but I feel so much better after venting my anger at being betrayed my Becky, at Christian for bringing danger to me. I walk out all sweaty and in desperate need of a shower. Not wanting to face Christian right now, I head toward the room that was once mine reserved for his subs.

I shudder as I walk past the red room of pain to get to the sub room and am grateful when I find it unlocked. I quickly slip into the dark room and head towards the bathroom.

"That was easy," an unknown lady's voice mocks before I feel strong hands around my waist and mouth. I struggle against the strong grip, fighting to scream but my lips are restrained as they scratch against a rough cloth. I fight to breathe, as my struggle against my captor's vice-like grip has left me out of breath. The cloth, which now covers both my mouth and nose, impedes my efforts. The workout has left me exhausted and unable to fight off the attacker as I would have been able to otherwise.

As I gasp desperately against the cloth, I feel my head getting fuzzy and my senses dull. Deafening silence befalls my ears and the room gets even darker than it already was. I feel myself go limp against the strong grip of the attacker.

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