A/N: Co-written by the awesome Stargazer93…..

Now it's time for Ana to meet the Grey's.

Christian:

THE LAST TWO DAYS have been extraordinary. Ever since our confession, things have been lighter, more carefree between us. I reckon we've christened every surface in her apartment at least twice.

It's not my fault, I can't get enough of her

We've taken the time, in between all the bed talk, to walk around Seattle a little, and watching Ana's eyes light up at different locations makes the blisters all the more worth it.

"Do I look okay?" Ana frets as she pops her hooped earrings in. I turn and face her, my breath catches.

Fucking hell, could she look more beautiful?

She's wearing a stunning blue crepe top, a lacy black A-Line Skirt that finishes at her knees and black pumps.

God I'm never going to be able to keep my hands off of her tonight!

"Baby, you look stunning." I circle my arms around her waist and smile at her in the mirror. She's done her hair in a braid, leaving me all the access to her neck.

"You're not just saying that because we're running late?"

"No, I promise. We're running early… so early in fact…" My hands move south and she moves out of my arms.

"No funny business, I want to get through this dinner with a clear head!" She grabs her clutch and stand before me. "We match."

I look down at myself and laugh.

We do. Elliot and Mia are going to have a fucking field day!

"Ready to go Miss Steele?" I offer her my arm.

"I am." She links hers through mine and we head out.

WE PULL INTO MY parents driveway. One look at Ana and I can tell she's nervous. I take her hand and squeeze it.

"Just relax."

"I'm trying. I'm just worried they might not like me." She looks out the window of the huge mansion I call home. "I mean look at this place... And then look at me."

I put the car in park and cup her face in my hands, keeping her gaze locked on me.

"I am looking at you. I see the most beautiful young woman I have ever seen, and I see someone that my parents will be proud that I'm with. I love you." I kiss her gently on the lips. I just want to take all her fear away. "Plus Elliot put in a good word for you."

That causes her to giggle. "I'm glad to hear it."

I take her hand to help her out of the car. We walk into the house and our greeted right away by my parents.

Grace Trevelyan-Grey, a woman who never ages in my eyes, looks at us with a warmth in her hazel eyes. Her dark hair is pulled into a bun, and she looks beautiful in a burgundy sleeveless top and a pencil skirt. The shoes make her four inches taller - but still not tall enough.

Carrick Grey, the man who taught me how to catch a ball, takes a step forward toward us. He, too, is dressed in similar colours to Grace.

I've missed them.

"Mom, Dad. I would like to introduce you to my girlfriend, Anastasia Steele. Anastasia this is my mother Dr. Grace Trevelyan-Grey and my father Carrick Grey."

"It's nice to finally meet you. I've heard so much about you." Ana says shyly, reaching forward to shake their hands.

"Oh you have no idea how delighted we are to see you! You're so pretty! It's too bad I had to hear about you from my oldest son." She glares at me and I refrain from rolling my eyes.

Elliot and his big mouth.

"Mom, please... We were just busy trying to figure out what we wanted together before we made it official." I look down at Ana and smile. Just seeing her smile makes me feel a little better.

"So?" My mom asks eagerly. She looks to say something more when I hear the high pitched squeals of my darling little sister

"She's here isn't she?"

Ana looks up at me, her eyes wide as she tries to figure out who is coming now.

I should have prepared her for Mia.

"Is she here!?"

You would have thought I brought home the Queen or something.

Mia appears in the room with us and throws her arms around Ana. Ana's eyes grow large at the sign of affection, but hugs her back.

"Mia. Let the girl breathe." My father tells her.

"Sorry. I'm just excited to meet you." I roll my eyes.

What is with my family? They are never this affectionate.

"It's nice to meet you too!" Ana giggles.

I've died and gone to heaven.

"Where's the bonehead I call a brother?"

"I'm right here dickface!" Elliot calls, coming into the room.

"Elliot Grey!" Mom scolds.

"What? He started it." Elliot whines. "Hey Banana. How are you?"

Him and his freaking nicknames… asshole.

"I'm good Elliot. Thank you. And you?"

"I've been great. Now give your future brother-in-law a hug."

I swear to god I'm going to kill him. I just told her I loved her. I'm not ready to make her my wife… or am I? Mrs. Anastasia Grey. It has a nice ring to it.

They hug for all of one second before I pull them apart. "Okay, that's enough."

"Why don't we settle around the table and we can talk." My mom says.

I pull out Ana's chair and sit next to her. Our meal is served and the conversation quickly turns to mine and Ana's relationship.

"So how did you two meet?"

"She's lives a floor below me at the apartment. I helped her with her bags one day and we kind of hit it off." Smooth Grey.

"Elliot says you're going to Harvard too?" Crap I forgot I said that.

"I think Christian was just messing with him. I do on-line courses through Capella University. I like being able to go at my own pace." Good recovery baby

"What are you studying?" My dad asks.

"Psychology. I'm not 100% sure what I want to do with it yet. But, I think I want to do something to help troubled children." She tells them shyly.

"That's very honest of you. It's okay not to have it all figured out yet… I mean you're what… 19?" Mom smiles at her in understanding.

"18 and thank you Mrs. Grey."

"Call me Grace, honey."

"Okay, Grace."

"Isn't she staying with you Christian?" Mia pipes up.

Elliot really has no idea how to keep his mouth shut.

"She lives with you?" My dad asks, his voice tinged with concern. "I thought she had her own place."

"She does." I defend. "But, she keeps my nightmares away. So it's better that she stays with me."

Even though it's very true, I knew it would shut them up. Plus I'm almost 20. I think I'm allowed to have a live in girlfriend, right?

"Ana, we should totally go shopping together. I can already tell you have have mad fashion skills."

I roll my eyes at my sister. I highly doubt I'll let Ana out of my sight while we're here and there's no way in hell Ana will voluntarily go shopping. She's got to be one of the only women in the world who doesn't care about what she wears.

"Yeah that would be great, Mia." I give her a small smile, I know she's trying to placate her.

THE REST OF DINNER goes smoothly. I'm glad they didn't ask about her family. Elliot probably told them it would be a sore subject.

We make our way into the great room and settle down on the couches so we can talk.

I have Ana cuddled into my side. It's like I can't stop touching her. I can only wish I figured out I loved her sooner.

"Are you doing ok?" I whisper. She nods. .

"Yeah. Your family is a blast." She smiles at me.

"I'm glad you think so." I take her hand and kiss it before placing it on my chest. Every day I try just a little bit more… her touch healing me piece by broken piece. It's become so easy lately.

Around the room I hear some gasps and the room falls silent.

"She can touch you?" My mom stutters out.

"Um.. yeah…" Shit I forgot they were here for a minute. "We're working on it."

I think I see the tears start to form in my mother's eyes.

Oh boy, here we go.

I need to cut this off at the knees. "Mom, I'm going to show Ana around the grounds."

"Of course, dear." I can see the tears pooling in her eyes.

I grab Ana's hand and lead her outside. I lead her across the walkway that leads to the boathouse.

"I'm guessing by their reaction that they couldn't touch you either."

"Nobody could. Not until you came along. I just needed to get out of there before the water works started."

"She's just happy. Can't blame her."

"I know. But I don't know if I'm ready for her or anyone else to just start touching or hugging me."

"I think you might end up surprising yourself. But I think she'll understand if you need more time." She brushes her hand through my hair. It's so calming.

I have a feeling with her, I can get through anything.

"Do you think you would ever tell your folks what happened between you and Elena?"

I'm shocked by her question. Why would I tell them? She's dead. Why would I put such a worry on them?

"I don't think so. I wouldn't want them to hate me."

"They wouldn't hate you. They would be shocked and hurt. But they won't hate you. Just try to remember that."

"And what do you think your parents would've said if they knew what happened to you:?" I snap at her.

I instantly regret it.

"My dad would have had his shotgun polished, cleaned and loaded waiting for him. Then they would have both held me and tried to tell me it would be ok. I will never know if it would have happened if they were still alive, but I have a feeling it would have."

"I'm sorry, Ana. I didn't mean to snap at you. It's just…"

"It's alright. I'm not going to make you do anything."

I better put an end to this conversation, because I don't want to end up fighting with her. I take her hand in mine. "I want to show you something. It's where I used to run off to when I wanted to get away."

Walking over the cobblestones, I take her inside the boathouse and up to the second level. There's a couch that looks out the large windows onto the sound. Display cases line the walls, displaying of all trophies and medals our family has won.

"Wow. It's so nice up here." She says looking around the room, before plopping on the couch."I love the view."

I sit down next to her. "I hope to one day have a house that overlooks the water."

A place I can share with you.

"Now would this house have a Playroom? For all the kinky sex?"

"Oh, yeah. It would be fully stocked with everything imaginable. I would only have the best, top of the line equipment. Is that what you would like?"

Only the finest things for my girl. Maybe one day my wife. There's that word again.

She blushes and looks up at me. "Yeah. We could make it into a secret room in the bedroom, so nobody stumbles on it."

Like our kids? Kids? Now we are getting way ahead of yourself Grey.

One step at a time. But it is nice to think of our future together. "There is one thing I've always wanted to do while I was up here." I whisper in her ear.

I'll think about the future later, I want the right now, now.

"I don't think I could ever figure out what that could be, Mr. Grey." she purrs.

Ooh baby, you're awakening the tiger.

"Let me show you." I push her down on the couch and start working my hands up her skirt.

I'm about to rip her panties off when there's a loud bang on the door, followed by Elliot's voice.

"I know what you two are doing. But mom wants you back for dessert."

"I'm having dessert now!" I growl back at him.

"Christian!" She's shocked and humored at the same time.

"What! It's true." I grin at her.

Elliot is laughing on the other side. "I bet you are little bro. But you better come back or mom will come up after you."

"Rain check?" I ask her. She nods, sinking her teeth into her lip. "Cut that out or I will take you now." She releases her lip.

We put ourselves back together and exit the room. Elliot is outside, waiting for us. "See, I know there was something between you two when I came to visit. I'm glad you're finally seeing the light."

"I'm glad too."

WE ENTER THE GREAT room again and Gretchen hands a plate of lemon meringue pie to me, fluttering her lashes. I feel Ana tense beside me.

Am I going to get another view of the Green-Eyed Monster?

"I wanted to ask you something Ana." My mom asks. Ana's gaze rips away from Gretchen's retreating figure and focusses on my mother.

"Yes?" I notice a bit of meringue on the corner of her lip and wipe it off with my finger. I look back over at my mother and she has the biggest grin on her face.

What's that about?

"We have our annual Coping Together ball in June, it's a charity that Carrick and I started way back when we adopted these three. It's to help rehabilitate children and adults who have been affected in some way by drugs and alcohol. I would love for you to join us."

"I would love to." She looks up at me almost asking for permission.

Maybe I need to explain what we're doing now. She doesn't need my permission. If she wants to go, I'm going.

"Great. Maybe you can convince Christian to stay past the main course." Elliot chortles.

My mom has been making me go to this thing since I was 16. I find it very boring. Maybe when I become a well known businessman I'll use the time to make connections. For now, it's just a lot of people throwing their money around.

"I'm sure I could." She squeezes my leg.

Maybe this could be fun. I could get out the vibrating panties, or even the Ben-wa Balls. Then I can sneak her away to the boathouse or my bedroom. Shit, I'm getting hard.

Elliot in a tutu. Elliot in a pink tutu…

"You alright there?" Ana asks, throwing me from my thoughts. I notice everyone else is talking amongst themselves, none of them noticing that I checked out for a minute.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I'm just thinking of all the things I could do to you that night."

"I look forward to it." She leans up very close to my ear. "Master."

God, damn it!

The room falls into comfortable conversation, constant ribbing from Elliot for keeping Ana away all this time. Ana continuously looks at me, a loving smile on her face and desire in her eyes.

I just want her home and in my bed.

Home? Not at that god forsaken apartment… our home. Whether that be in Boston or we get a new place, a place that can be ours. I can just imagine Ana decorating the house - she has always had better taste than me - watching her make the house her home.

A man can dream.

Ana:

THE MOMENT I MET the rest of the Grey's, I felt more at ease than ever before. The love between Grace and Carrick reminds me of my mom and dad; the sibling banter between Elliot, Christian and Mia is something I'm envious. I was an only child, so I didn't get that sibling rivalry.

I'm glad no one's asked about my family, I can guarantee I'd be a mess on the floor before I even got a word out. Some days are harder than others.

"Ana?" Grace calls my attention to her. I give her a small smile.

"Take a walk with me?" I look to Christian who just smiles and kisses my cheek. I stand and take Grace's hand as we head outside.

"I'm not sure if Christian's told you… but a dear family friend passed away." She explains.

"He did. I am so sorry Grace."

"Can you just look out for Christian? I worry about him, going back to Boston after all of this… he's very guarded in his emotions and I worry it'll all boil over if he's not careful. I hate to ask you this, but I've seen the way you two look at each other. If anyone's going to have any chance of getting through to him… it's you." She wipes the tears from her face.

"Of course." I squeeze her hand softly.

"You were saying earlier that you were doing Psychology and maybe wanted to do something for troubled kids?"

I nod, not completely sure where she's going with this.

"Come and find me when you've finished and I may have exactly what you need." She gives me a kind smile.

"Thank you, that's very generous of you Grace."

"Darling, we've seen a change in Christian, he's accepting of your touch, your love… maybe there's a part of him that's willing to accept ours as well."

My heart breaks for her, after everything Christian told me… I can see why she's hesitant.

"One day he might just surprise you."

"Yes, he just might."

Christian:

IT'S LATE, BUT THERE'S one more thing I need to do before we leave. I need to talk to dad about Elena.

As much as I hate doing so, I leave my girl at the mercy of my mom and sister. We enter his office and I take a seat in one of his chairs.

"What can I do for you son?"

"I was just wondering if you heard more about what happened… to Elena?"

My dad props himself on the corner of his desk. "It's quite horrible son, I don't know if you need your mind filled with all that."

"I just feel like I need to know. I mean we we're all close with her." Some more than others. "It's just been bugging me."

"Well, the coroner's report came back with evidence foul play. It seems she took excessive beatings and a bullet to her head that finally killed her."

No one deserves to die like that.

"Are then any leads?" Who the fuck could have done this?

"No. Not yet. They looked into Linc but he has an alibi. She was seen leaving for the Bahamas, but wasn't seen coming back. It's fishy."

"Yeah, I can agree to that." I huff. It's like she disappeared into thin air.

What the hell happened to you Elena?

A/N: Now will be the time to give your guesses, because on MONDAY we will find out the who, but not the why. I'm loving all the guesses that are coming in.

The drama is coming, so hold onto your seats.