I was released from the hospital shortly after noon that day, and the police escorted Ray, Remy, and me straight to the doors of the airport. I wondered why, but as soon as we got into the terminal that we'd be leaving from, we were accosted by reporters.

"Ms. Steele!"

"Anastasia!"

"What was it like to be kidnapped by the Christian Grey?"

"Would you care to make a statement about your kidnapping?"

"What is your relationship with Mr. Grey?"

Holy hell; was my kidnapping really that interesting? "Stop harassing my daughter," Ray barked at the reporters as the police and airport security tried to keep them away from us. "She's been through more than enough without you people stalking her!" We were ushered through security without any hassle, and shown to the lounge where we would wait until the plane was ready for take-off.

It was pretty late by the time that we got into Yreka, but as soon as Robert's car pulled around the corner of the neighborhood, people popped up from seemingly nowhere and were trying to take pictures of us. "Damned paparazzi," Robert growled. "They've been camping out on our front lawn since yesterday afternoon, and the police won't do a damned thing about it."

"Why are they here? Do they think that you would somehow know what might have happened to me?" I asked with a frown.

"They wanted somebody to cry on camera for some sad background story on you. You know, in case things went bad," Remy explained. "We told them to leave, and dad turned on the sprinklers when they didn't." Robert pulled into the garage and almost hit three reporters doing so. But, they didn't attempt to come into the garage; they only just stood outside and continued to take pictures of us as we got out of the car.

"Ms. Steele! How are you?"

"Would you like to make a comment on what it was like to be kidnapped by Christian Grey?" We ignored them and went inside the kitchen, where I sagged against Remy in complete relief.

"Don't worry about the reporters, dear," Rebecka said as she offered me a big slice of chocolate cake. "They respect our privacy in the house and haven't tried to take pictures through the windows."

"I'm just tired and I want to go home."

"We are home," Remy whispered against my temple.

"I meant to Seattle. I know that Kate's parents probably haven't found us a place yet, but I just want to leave California."

"Okay. We can set out first thing in the-"

"No, I want to leave now," I said and I give Remy a firm look that leaves little room for misunderstanding.

"Oh," Remy says; he understands my meaning at once. "Oh. Mom, I think that Ana and I will just head back for Seattle now instead of staying the night."

"But it's so late," Rebecka says softly.

"We'll check into a hotel room if we get too tired to go on. Ana just wants to be back in Seattle now."

"Are you sure? You are welcome to stay for as long as you'd like, honey," Rebecka whispers to me.

"Thank you, but I think that getting back into my routine would be best for me right now."

And fifteen minutes later, Remy tossed our bags into the back of his truck and we begin to fight our way away from the house. The reports make it difficult to do so. "Hey, jerkwads! I have no problems with running any of you over!" Remy yells at them from out the window. I'm wearing sunglasses and a baseball cap so that they can't get a good shot of my face, but it's obvious who I am, regardless.

But eventually, we get free and soon, we're on the highway that we took only 24 hours earlier to get down to Yreka. Remy floors the trunk until we're in Oregon, and then he slows down a little after we pass the sign that welcomes us into the state.

I fiddle with the nob on the radio for a good fifteen minutes before I give up and turn it off. Nothing seems very appealing to me right now. We drive on in silence.

Remy kept driving until it was just about midnight, and then he pulled into the parking lot of a grungy-looking motel. The only other thing around as far as I could tell was a Subway that was attached to a gas station across the street from the motel.

"Hey, aren't you the girl on the news?" the middle-aged clerk asked when we finally got his attention by ringing the bell on the front counter for about five minutes straight.

"What girl?" I said quickly. Crap; if this guy called the press, this place would be swarming with reporters by the time we left.

"I don't know. Some chick down in Long Beach was kidnapped by some hot-shot billionaire guy after he apparently went completely coo-coo for cocoa puffs. Nah, never mind. You couldn't be her. Sorry." He handed us a room key, and we went outside to move the truck closer to our room.

I moved closer to Remy when we got into the room, and he looked to me. "Are you okay?"

"Yes. I just really need you right now." Remy silently put his bag on the only chair in the room, and turned the light on so that he could dig through it. I shut the door and put my bag in front of where the TV was. Remy pulled out a condom from his bag, and then he turned the light off again. He pulled me into his arms, and kissed me with passion and longing.

I pushed my hands up the sides of his t-shirt and ran my hands up his back, to his shoulders. He pulled back away from me and looked me in the eye. "Are you sure? I don't want to push you into doing something that you don't want to do."

"Yes," I replied, and captured his lips again. Remy pulled away from me again and I pulled his shirt off. He then pulled my skirt up a little and picked me up by the back of my legs. I wrapped my legs around his hips and groaned as his erection pressed up against my vagina. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and kissed him, and he walked us over to the bed, where he lay me down on my back.

I release my hold of him, and Remy starts to leave a trail of wet kisses down my neck, until he gets to the top of my blouse. "Did you change into this on purpose?"

"Hm, maybe…" I say and offer him a coy smile. He casually flicks open the first button on my top, and then he pulls the fabric apart further so that he can kiss the skin that he just uncovered. He hasn't shaved in a couple of days, and each scrape of his stubble against my breasts is completely agonizing, even though they're mostly covered.

He continues on at a frustratingly slow pace until he finally comes to the top of my skirt. He pulls away from me and I'm sure that he's going to pull me into a sitting positions so that he can take my top off, but then he instead goes down and pulls my panties off without removing my skirt. He pushes my skirt up until it's bunched up around my waist, and then he bends over and kisses my inner thigh; first on the right, and then then left. He lingers for a moment on the left leg to run his cheek up my leg a little, and I gasp with how arousing that the sensation is.

And then his tongue gingerly touches my clitoris, and I gasp louder with the contact. Encouraged by my obvious approval, Remy runs his tongue over my clit a few more times, but applied more pressure with each passing lick. He then slid a finger inside of my dripping vagina, and started to lightly tap on my clit with just the tip of his tongue. His finger curled up inside of me, went straight, came out, went back in, curled up again…

I fisted the comforter tightly in my hands in order to have something to ground me as I came. I screamed Remy's name as I did, but he didn't pause his licking until I had stopped shaking. As I struggled to catch my breath after that, Remy ran his tongue up my clit again, and I started to shake again as another orgasm ripped through me. This one wasn't nearly as intense as the first one had been, but it was still nice. Remy repeated his motion again, and I came a third time, although this one was tame in comparison to the first two.

Then, Remy lay down on the bed next to me. "Holy crap; I didn't even know that I could even have that many orgasms at once!"

"It's all about timing and knowing your body well," Remy said. I leaned over and kissed him; the kiss was even more erotic than usual because I could taste myself on his lips and tongue. I rolled over and then sat on top of Remy's lap. He reached up and pushed my blouse off my shoulders, and then he pulled my bra off.

I put my hands on his chest and started to slowly move my hips around in a circle on top of his erection. Remy put his thumb over my clit and let the movement of my hips do the work for him. After a moment of this, however, I realized that the zip of his jeans was getting all wet from my vagina, so I climbed off from him and undid them.

Remy grabbed the condom from his pocket before he pulled his pants and boxers off. I ripped the condom packet open and rolled it onto his penis. Then, I hooked my leg over his and rolled us over so that we were both lying on our sides. I moved closer to him and he slowly pushed inside of me.

The positions was a little bit awkward and didn't exactly allow for any quick movements, but that was perfectly alright with us. Remy kissed my forehead, both of my eyelids, the tip of my nose, and then he trailed kisses down my jaw in time to our lovemaking.

After we had finished, we cocooned ourselves up in the comforter on the bed and lay in each others arms. "Remy, do you find yourself to be an adequate lover?"

"Do you find me to be an adequate lover?"

"Yes."

"Then your opinion is the only thing that really matters to me. Where is this coming from, sweetie? Did the creep say something to you about me?"

"He said that he watched us the other night. When we were in your parents backyard. He said that we came really quickly."

"I thought that you were satisfied then?"

"I was!" I whisper quickly. "And it was oddly erotic to do that where anybody could just happen to see us. Unfortunately, because of events, I don't think that I want to do it again."

"Alright." Remy kissed my forehead. "We should probably get some rest so that we can head out as early as we can."

"It is early."

"I meant, after some rest," Remy said with a roll of his eyes. We both laughed a little at that.

The next morning, once we get into Seattle, I tell Remy to take us directly to the Kavanagh's house. "Ana!" Kate exclaims as soon as she opens the door. She grabs me in a giant hug and practically drags me inside. "I was so worried! And nobody even bothered to tell me what had happened! I had to hear about it on the news! On the news, Ana!"

"Well, I actually told her about the breaking news story," Ethan said. "But, yeah. It was very horrifying to hear that somebody that you know very well has been kidnapped, and on the news, to boot. Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," I insist.

"Have you seen the news stories?" Kate asked.

"No. First, I was in the hospital, and then I was traveling for most of yesterday."

"Christian's empire is slowly starting to unravel," Kate went on as she dragged me into the family room, where the massive entertainment center was set up. "As the forensic accountants look into Christian's finances, they're saying that if all of the businesses that Christian has been supporting go belly up, it could mean the economic collapse of Seattle."

"Holy shit, are you serious? I knew that he had his fingers in a lot of pies, but for all of Seattle to completely collapse like that?"

"The government is trying to do what it can to make sure that it doesn't happen though," Ethan is quick to reassure us.

"Well anyway, we missed some of the breaking stories right when Christian snatched you, but we've recorded most everything else," Kate said as she flipped through the TV recorder.

"Oh, come on, Kate, she doesn't need to see everything. I mean, I'm sure that a lot of that is nothing but pure speculation," Ethan said with a roll of his eyes. "Just show her the part with those two morons."

"Alright," Kate said. I sat on the sofa next to Remy, who put his arm around my shoulder. Kate found the recording that she wanted to show me, and then sat down next to me, with Ethan on her other side.

"In an added twist to the Christian Grey saga that has been unfolding since Tuesday afternoon, we have reports from two men who claim that Christian Grey hired them to break into the apartment of Anastasia Steele and her friend. They reportedly turned themselves in earlier today, and are cooperating fully with the police in exchange for a reduced sentence. From what our sources say, the men report that Grey hired them to quote 'break into Steele's apartment and to throw some things around'. They also said 'Grey was very strict in telling us that we were to destroy and not to destroy. All of Steele's clothes, Steele's bed, a painting that Grey described in great detail, as well as the couch. But nothing else. Grey also asked us to take a large black and white picture of Steele, if we could find it. And we did, so we brought it to Grey after we had finished the job.'"

"This is all very troubling news, isn't it, Jackie?" the male anchor on the show said as the show when back to the two anchors as they sat at the news desk. "What do you think that all of this means for Anastasia?"

"It's hard to say for sure, but I think that this is seriously just the beginning. For all parties involved. And now for sports!" The video cut off.

"You were right, Ana," Kate said softly. "I just didn't know that everything would come to light so quickly."

"I don't even know if I'm supposed to do anything or not," I said. I laced my fingers together and looked down at my hands. "The only information that I've got about what happened to me is from Remy and you. The police haven't told me anything."

"Do you think that you'll have to testify against Christian?" Ethan asked.

"I'm sure that she won't. I mean, they caught Christian holding Ana hostage, and they have all of his financial records to prove about how he bought the house and everything," Kate said quickly.

"I suppose that we'll find out sooner or later, right?" Remy said. "I mean, if they need Ana to make a statement or even to testify against Christian, the police will contact her."

"In the meantime, let's not talk about this okay?" I said quietly. "Did you find a place for us to stay?"

"Actually, I did, but we have to wait three more days in order to move in. You're really going to love this place, Ana, I'm sure of it!"

It didn't take long for the police to get in contact with me at all. I walked into work on Thursday morning, and tried to act super casual about it. Too bad that it didn't work. "Oh, Ana, there's some police officers here to see you. They're up in Mr. Roach's office right now. Mr. Roach wasn't sure if you'd come in today or not, but I'll just phone him to let him know that you're here now," Claire, the receptionist, said. She picked up the phone and briefly spoke with Mr. Roach. "Alright. Mr. Roach wants to talk with you. Just go on up." She gave me a reassuring smile as I left to get on the elevator.

I'd never been up to the top floor of the building, which was Mr. Roach's office. Inside, there were two plain-clothed officers who were sitting in the guest chairs in front of Mr. Roach's desk. "Ms. Steele," Mr. Roach said as soon as I came into his office. "I hadn't been expecting you here so soon after what happened." He ushered me to a third chair in front of his desk.

"I'm trying to keep myself busy so that I can forget," I told them honestly. "What is this about?" If the officers had wanted my statement, they could have found me at the Kavanagh's house or contacted me through Remy.

"Well, as I'm sure that you are aware, Ms. Steele, Mr. Grey transfered a large amount of money into your personal bank account, which he then used to purchase many things," one officer told me.

"Yes," I said carefully.

"Well, this one wasn't caught at first because it wasn't a monetary transaction, but rather, a legal one," the officer continued. "Last week, Mr. Grey purchased Seattle Independent Publishing for quite a large amount of money. But on Sunday evening, when Mr. Grey was in your bank account, amongst other invasive actions to your financial person, he also signed over the legal ownership of SIP to you, Ms. Steele."

"What?" I'm completely flabbergasted by this. "Why would he just give me the company?"

"Your guess is probably as good as any of ours, Ms. Steele," said Mr. Roach. "The only question being: what do you plan to do with the company now that it's yours?"

"I think that we're just about finished here," said one of the police officers. "What you guys do with your business is up to you and your company lawyers." They got up to leave.

"Hold on, wait a second," I said. "I'm just curious on if I'm going to have to testify against Christian."

"We're doing the best that we can do right now so that you don't have to do that," said one officer. "We have more than enough evidence against Mr. Grey so that you don't have to deal with the stress of facing him in court."

"Okay. But what about the money in my bank account? There's still like fifty thousand more than there should be. And the house!" The two officers exchanged a look and the shrugged.

"We honestly don't know," one finally told me. "Most of Mr. Grey's assets have already been seized by the bank, but since the house, the car, the wedding dress, and the engagement ring were all purchased under your name…" He shrugged again. "We will let you know, and if you like, we can keep you up to speed on the investigation."

"The parts that they don't tell you about on the news," the other officer said.

"I would like that, yes."

"Well, here's my card, so if you need anything, please don't hesitate to call." One of the officers handed me a business card. "We'll be in touch." And then they left. I turned my attention back to Mr. Roach.

"So, Ms. Steele. How would you feel about becoming business partners?"

Thank you for reading! Please let me know if there's anything that needs to be grammatically fixed. There will be one last chapter and then this will be finished.

Much love, Kitty