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It's getting late and Christian has yet to wake though I know he's starting to come around. He's been mumbling quite a bit about everything and anything. Meanwhile, I've been curled up on the sofa chair that's to his right keeping an eye on him, waiting. Sawyer wasn't joking when he said it'll be a few hours till he woke, I oddly wonder how they managed to get it in the apartment without anyone knowing, I would of thought this place had 24 hours security.

I pick up the the paper folder and look at the front again. The letters have got me confused. Though many things have been lately. Probably because of the exhaustion from the trip down here. I stare at them for a while, what could they mean...

Anastasia Rose!

Of course it's addressed to me! But why? My attention suddenly becomes alert knowing that the contents could indeed be frightful. My gaze falls back over to Christian.

It has your initials on it Ana, go for it!

Straightening myself upwards and pealing off the blanket, I decide to open it; not giving a damn about Christian scolding.

I peal off the wax seal that has an indentation of a capital 'R' with detail surrounding it. I throw it onto the table and open the envelope. I tip the folder upside down and the contents fall onto the table. There's a piece of folded paper and what looks to be a stack of something in a paper wrapped bundle. Picking up the piece of paper I undo each fold to be presented with a hand written note

Scared yet?

What does that have to do with anything? I put the note back down and grab the small packet and I peal off the tape and undo the paper. I get up and throw it into the fireplace that sending a crackle through the room and makes Christian stir. I sit back down and look at the contents of small pieces of ripped paper. They look like ones that fit together. I swish them around so that they are all facing upwards.

Slowly with only the light of the fireplace to guide me I piece them together one by one. As soon as I place the last piece down my eyes suddenly become rapid. This can't be! My heat rate starts to escalate and my breathing quickens... No, no this can't be possible, this is just... just... I pass out.

My eyes flicker open and I gaze at the ceiling slightly confused. It takes me a few second before I realize I'm in our bed. I look over to my left and see Christian fast asleep. Fuck he must have woken up and put me to bed. I lay back down on the cool sheets and gape at the celling recalling that picture I saw. I oddly wonder how long he's had that folder and wonder if he's seen it himself seeing that I didn't get a chance to put it away.

"Not yet." Christian mumbles and I look over to him and glance up at the alarm clock. The time shows it's 3am and I know he's must of drift off again after he put me here. I recall when Mia got drugged and she was groggy for quite some time after. Even Christian wouldn't be immune to this. Though sometimes I get the feeling he thinks he can beat the world and everything in it.

I roll over and decide to get the idea to talk to him,"Not yet what?" I murmur.

"Don't come yet Anastasia." My jaw falls open,"I want you good and wet."

A giggle escapes me before I can even stop it.

"Wonderful wonderful sound Mrs. Grey." Christian mumbles dreamily, I think he must be awake! There's no way he'd being saying that in his sleep.

Yes he would Ana.

I still and wait for his eyes fly open but he begins to snore softly and I breath a sigh of relief. With great caution, I flip off the duvet the rest of the way and creep out of bed and into the main room. I head to the coffee table and see the envelope and the picture is still on the table. I go sit down on the couch and tape all the pieces together.

A few minuted later I hear footsteps behind me.

"Doing some late night snooping Mrs. Grey?"

My head spins around and I see Christian walking over to me wearing just his light grey panama bottoms.

"Did I wake you?" My voice is strained.

"Only because you weren't there. I've told you I can't sleep without you." He yawns while stretching.

"Sorry." I frown and Christian heads to the kitchen and retrieves two glasses of Scotch.

"I figured you might need something stronger." He hands me one and I give him a smile to thank him.

"Is it clean?" I arch an eyebrow up at him.

"According to Sawyer it is. He has replaced everything. For the life of me I can't figure out how they managed to find us." He runs a hand through his hair.

"I know. It's quite odd. Who took this?" He slumps down on the couch beside me.

"We don't know. The folder was mailed to our hotel room this morning. But you bet me on opening it." He sounds exasperated.

"Yeah well you got drugged, and it was addressed to me."

"Taylor told me."

"Did they take anything?"

"Just a few papers we had. Nothing we can't get back easily."

"Maybe this incident had nothing to do with our current situation."

"Possibly, we are very public people. I'm sure it could of easily just been robbers looking for money and shit. Taylor's looking into it."

"How are you feeling?"

"I've been better." He yawns again and takes a sip of his drink.

"Someones been watching me haven't they?" I look down at the photo.

"It appears so." He sighs and rest his elbows on his knees.

"You don't seem worried."

"I'm not really, seeing that I have you safe here."

I smile shyly. Christian wraps his arm around me and I lay my head on his chest. He runs a hand through my hair and I yawn, "Christian I'm scared, what if they got in my room and did something you know... to me."

"I doubt it Ana, this was taken on the outside of the window. There's an alarm system in that place." He reassures me.

"Is there?"

"Yes. I had one installed when I knew you would be leaving."

I nod and gaze into the fireplace. A stray tear falls down my face but Christian catches it.

"Ana, it's okay. I know that's not what they are after."

I nod and a few mores tears fall. He rubs my back and I settle a little. We sit there for a few more minutes in silence until I talk.

"So how many people are after us? Taylor told me they thought it was your ex's"

"That fucker!"

"Christian I needed to know and you were never going to tell me."

"Yeah well-"

"No 'yeah well' Christian. Things always work out better when you tell me everything."

"Fair point Mrs. Grey. But he's still getting a talking to."

I shake my head. God Christian can be frustrating sometimes, "So it's not them?

"No, the only sub that's working for Elena is Desiree."

"So how many others are there?"

"We think there's only ten."

Only TEN?! I let out a laugh of pure stress, "Have we caught any?"

"Seven."

"Well that's not too bad then."

"No but the people we can't catch are the skilled ones."

"How skilled?"

"Taylor and Sawyer skilled. Desiree and two un identified men."

"What about Elena?"

"Someone's keeping an eye on her."

Christian picks up the photo and looks at it in discuss. My eyes look over the picture again. Just as Christian turns it I see something that catches my eyes.

"Let me see that." I take the picture from Christian hands and look at the corner of the photo. I squint my eyes tightly and see part of someones sweater in the corner.

"What is it?"

"This," I point to the corner of the photo, "I think I have seen this sweater on someone before."