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Chapter Fourteen: The End

The next day.

Hyde's POV

I feel ecstatic. Today is the day. After Jerry called me yesterday to let me know Ana would be working from the office today, I knew this was our chance to take her. Everything I need is set. Jerry informed me that she arrived this morning and that he told her assistant that she would need to work late to catch up on a few things. The thought of being so close to my goal makes me smile.

Ryan, Grey's former security member, meets me at an empty warehouse. I don't trust him with the plan, so he just thinks I need to get into Grey Publishing to sabotage them. I'm only using him as my getaway driver. Once we get to where we're going, I'll eliminate him.

It's after 6 P.M. when we arrive at the rear entrance. We circle the building and don't notice anything suspicious. Roach sends me a text letting me know that Ana is still in her office and that Sawyer, her CPO, is sitting just outside. The rear door is unlocked, and the cameras have been set on a loop, so I make my way inside the building. I take the stairs and make my way up to her floor. In my hand is a syringe with enough sedative to take down her CPO. And on my waist is a holster with my gun. There's a knife in my right pocket. I 'm also carrying a blindfold, duct tape, another syringe with a sedative, plus zip ties in the deep pockets of my jacket.

Once I'm on her floor, I text Roach to let him know. He is supposed to come down and help me carry her out. From the corner where I'm standing, I can see Sawyer typing away on his phone. Then, he glances toward Ana's office before making his way to the restroom. This is the moment I've been waiting for. I sneak up behind him reaching the restroom, just before the door closes behind him. I quickly take the syringe and stab it into his arm before he has a chance to react. He turns around and tries to grab at me, but I can see that the sedative is taking effect. His knees buckle, and he falls to the floor. I check and see that he is still breathing. I don't want to kill him. I want him to be alive and know that he failed Ana.

I peek out the door to make sure no one is around before making my way to Ana's office. Staying low to the ground, I quietly reach the door and turn the knob. Barely opening it, I'm able to catch a glimpse of her reading a manuscript. She looks a bit different, but I won't worry about that. What matters is that she's within my reach. I open the door a bit more and step into the office. As I reach for my gun, I feel something cold against my neck. Someone has a gun to my head.

"Don't you think about it, Hyde. I won't hesitate to shoot you." The person behind me says. Right then, Ana stands and aims a gun at me. As I get a better look at her face, I realize this woman isn't Ana. I've been played! I raise my hands in surrender, and the woman pretending to be Ana takes my gun and my knife.

"Turn around." The voice behind me commands. I turn around to see Jason Taylor, Grey's head of security.

"Where is Ana?" I ask, curious as to if she was ever in the building.

Suddenly, I get hit with the butt of a gun against the side of my head.

"You don't get to ask any questions." Taylor then turns to Sawyer, the man I thought I had sedated, "put the bag over his head and get him to the van."

"Mr. Grey sends his regards. He hopes you enjoy where he is sending you." Sawyer says to me before placing a black sack over my head and handcuffing me. To say that I'm not scared would be an understatement. I curse under my breath and clench my teeth; I can't believe my plans have been shot to pieces.

…..

Narrator POV

Roach looks out the tall windows in his office impatiently. What on earth is taking so long? Why isn't Ryan responding to my text messages?

At last, a text comes in. It's Ryan. "Come down the service elevator right now."

Roach is a nervous wreck. It seems like this is a change of plans. Maybe Hyde has Ana already. He sends a secondary text to confirm, but he doesn't answer. Maybe something's wrong?

There's no time to waste. He decides to abandon ship and skip checking Ana's office in case their plans have been compromised. Instead, he double checks to see he's got everything he needs in his briefcase: manuscripts, money, credit cards, passport. Check, check, check.

Morocco, here I come!

He'd done the research and Morocco made the ideal getaway destination as it is one of the few relatively safe countries with NO extradition laws with the U.S. But just in case he's later used as a pawn in negotiations between the two countries, or the C.I.A attempts to kidnap him once he's outside the country, he's obtained a second passport with a different nationality as extra insurance.

He grabs his briefcase and runs to the service elevator located on the opposite side of Ana's office. He presses the button and waits. The waiting seems like an eternity. He spots Claire working late; she's staring at him from her cubicle. FUCK! Everyone was supposed to be gone at this hour!. He wants to scream at her: What the hell you're looking at! Dammit! This is taking too long. What if the woman identifies him before he gets to leave the building? His knees began to buckle; he wants no part of this! He practically runs to the other elevator, but on his way there he must walk past Ana's office.

He stops dead on his tracks. The shades in Ana's office are wide open, and he sees Sawyer placing a bag over a man's head and handcuffing him. It doesn't take a genius. That man has got to be Jack Hyde.

He practically jumps out of his skin when he feels a hand tapping him on the shoulder. Even before he turns to look, he already knows this was really bad news.

Turning his head very slowly he's shocked to see Christian pointing a gun right at him.

"NO! NO! Please don't kill me!" Roach thrusts his pleading hands forward. The look of horror on his face was priceless; it was as if he'd seen the devil himself coming to collect his soul.

"You Son-of-a-Bitch!" Christian spat. "You disgusting pig, why should I have mercy on you?"

Roach trembles like a leaf when the barrel of the gun connects with his forehead and recoils at the popping sound the gun makes when Christian pulls the trigger. He squeezes his eyes shut. A second later, a stream of urine starts dripping down his pants and onto the floor. And then there's nothing but an eerie silence.

Oh, God, am I dead?

Slowly, very slowly, Roach dares to open his eyes. Oh, shit, this can't be the afterlife. He's not dead; he's very much alive! Unbelievingly, Christian Grey is still there aiming the weapon at him, except from a distance. Wide-eyed, he watches the smoke dissipate to reveal a little flag with the words BANG written on it coming out of the shiny barrel.

Christian's face suddenly breaks into a huge grin: "Gotcha!"

…...

Taylor's POV

Sitting at GEH with Sawyer and Christian, we watch a replay of the events that unfolded an hour ago. Fortunately for Sawyer, the sedative didn't have much effect on him. Other than a bad headache, he didn't have any symptoms. He is lucky that he has such a high tolerance. The performance he gave in the restroom was perfect and exactly what we wanted. We knew it would be too risky for Hyde to shoot or stab Sawyer, so we expected him to use a sedative.

"It's over. Did you get the information Roach had?" Christian asks.

"Yes, everything is in our possession. Roach had everything we needed in that briefcase he carried," I reply, remembering the look on the man's face when we turned him over to the authorities along with the manuscripts that were in the vault.

"That turned out well, didn't it?" He smiles a satisfied smile. I agree. The gag trick Christian played on him was hilarious. We knew Roach was not a threat, he did not have a weapon on him because last night we installed a metal detector on the door frame to his office. The man had been so preoccupied that he never even noticed.

"And how are we with the Hyde situation?" He asks.

"He is in route to his new accommodations as we speak," I say with a smile and take a sip of the scotch Christian poured just now.

"Perfect. Thank you both for an excellent job. Take the next couple days off." Christian says as he downs his glass of scotch and turns to stare out at the Seattle skyline at night.

….

Christian's POV

When I return to the hospital, I find that Ana already knows what happened, having seeing Roach's arrest in the news. She's understandably upset.

"How is your father?"

"He's better. We had a nice conversation," she says happily. In the next moment, however, she regards me with a frown. "You should have told me," she accuses.

I bite my tongue. It serves no good purpose for me to tell her that it really wasn't necessary for her to know.

"I don't like being kept in the dark."

"Neither do I, so I know exactly how you feel," I tell her. "That's exactly how I felt when I found out that Roach had been blackmailing you and you never said a word."

She looks me in the eye, and I see a host of emotions pass by as the realization hits her. "So we both have kept things from each other," she says with a small smile.

"Well," I regard her intently. "Nobody's perfect." I've made my point, and I'm happy. "But you know what, whatever we did, we didn't do it for selfish reasons. We did what we thought was best for the other person. I didn't tell you about the kidnapping plot to protect you, and you didn't tell me about Roach and the pictures because you were trying to protect me."

She gives me the cutest of smiles. "Fair enough."

"Part of me wishes you'd been there though and seen the look on Roach's face. It was priceless," I laugh, and Ana joins me. And I'm happy to hear her laugh.

"So where is Hyde now?" She asks.

"Hmm," I smirk, pretending to search my mind to illustrate how the man's fate is of little consequence. "Ah, yes, he's somewhere in the Sahara desert, I think."

Two months later

Ana POV

"The best decision I ever made was marrying you."

"Oh, my. Not starting your company?"

He shakes his head.

"Not learning to fly?"

He shakes his head. "You," he mouths. He caresses my cheek with his knuckles. "She knew."

I frown. "She knew what?"

"That I was head over heels in love. She thought I needed all the trappings of the lifestyle I enjoyed. But you know something,the lifestyle enabled me to keep everyone at arm's length, gave me control and kept me detached. I avoided intimacy for so long...I still feel I don't know how to do this-"

You're doing fine," I say tracing his lips with my index finger. "More than fine, actually, you're doing great." Christian and I have been married for a month now, and it's been the happiest time of my life. Christian has been so loving and attentive, I sigh. He's my prince charming. "Do you miss the lifestyle?" I ask, even though we've talked about this before. But I want to make sure he's happy.

"Yes and no."

I frown, and he traces his finger over the middle of my brow and above my nose. "You have a V here when you frown," he murmurs. "I only miss the control part. I can behave so badly, and yet you married me, and you're still here. You were right when you told me I am an adolescent."

This is the first time since we got married that he mentions our big fight that night I slept in the playroom. Oh, shit, I did say that! My subconscious glares at me. "Christian, I said some awful things."

"Hush, I deserved to hear them! I'm not a good person, Anastasia. Sometimes I get so angry I can't see straight. And you still married me," he shakes his head.

Oh, my poor fifty! I take his hand in mine and look deeply into his eyes, and I want nothing more than for him to see how much I love him. I know that his traumatic early childhood is at the heart of all his anger. My heart goes out to him when I think about four-year-old Christian and his dead mother and all the abuse he suffered at an age when he couldn't defend himself or make sense of his world.

"Don't say that. You're a good person. You're the most loving husband a wife could ever have. I love you, Christian....and Blip will love you too. Children love their parents unconditionally, and that's how they all come into the world...all babies, even you. When you were a baby you still wanted your mom, you loved her."

"NO." He whispers.

"Yes. You did." My tears flow freely now. "Of course you did. It wasn't an option. That's why you're so hurt. That's why you're able to love me. Forgive her. She had her own world of pain to deal with."

"She was a shitty mother."

"She was a shitty mother, and you loved her."

Eventually, he says, " I used to brush her hair, she was pretty. He caresses my face with the back of his knuckles. "You're amazing. You know that?" He tells me with a look of relief on his face. It's as if he's finally given himself permission to love his birth mother. And I know deep in my heart, that this is the beginning of the healing process for him. "It's amazing you don't think I won't become a shitty father."

There, right there, is the root of all his anxieties. He needs me to reassure him once again.

"Oh, Christian, do you think for one minute I'd let you be a shitty father?"

He smiles. "No, I don't think you would. God, you're so strong, Mrs. Grey, I love you so much."

I look into his face, and I see hope. That's how I know we'll be able to weather every storm together as a couple and as a family, as long as we remain committed and relying on each other.

...

Two and a half years later

Our son drops his Popsicle on the ground.

"Pops!" He sobs.

"I know, baby boy. We'll go see Mrs. Taylor and get another one."

"Pop," he sniffs. I take his hand and kiss his sticky fingers.

"I can taste your Popsicle here on your fingers."

Ted stops crying and examines his hand.

He does. "Pop!"

"Yes, Popsicle."

He grins. My mercurial little boy, just like his dad. Well, at least he has an excuse, he's only two.

Christian sweeps Teddy in his arms.

"I think daddy wants to taste Popsicle too," I whisper in Ted's ear. Ted frowns at me, then looks at his hand and holds it out to Christian. Christian smiles and puts his fingers in his mouth.

"Hmm..." Tasty.

Ted giggles and reaches up, wanting Christian to hold him. Christian grins at me and takes Ted in his arms, settling him on his hip. Father and son look so happy, I grab my blackberry and snap the perfect picture.

...

Christian lies beside me, his hand caressing my belly, his long fingers splayed out wide.

"How's my daughter?"

"She's dancing," I laugh.

"Dancing? Oh, yes! Wow! I can feel her. He grins as Blip Two somersaults inside me.

"I think she likes sex already!"

"Really?" He says dryly. He moves so his lips are against my bump. "There'll be none of that until you're thirty, young lady."

I giggle. "Oh, Christian, you're such a hypocrite."

"No, I'm an anxious father," he gazes up at me, his brow furrowed, betraying his anxiety.

"You're a wonderful father, as I knew you would be," I caress his lovely face and he gives me his shy smile. "I love you so much...every part of you."

His smile quickly changes to a wicked smile, and he runs his nose down mine. "Every part of me you say? Even the kinky fuckery?"

"Yes, I do. I love it all. I love you so much."

He sweeps me into his arms. "And I love you more, you're my life, you're my everything."

THE END