Ana's POV

Christian is just hanging up the phone when I join him. He looks at me questioningly but doesn't say anything. We head to the elevator and wait. As the elevator arrives I look around to see if anyone will be joining us. We enter the elevator and the doors close leaving us alone. Suddenly there is a shift in the atmosphere around us. The blue aura is back. It has been over a week since we had sex. That is the longest I have gone without since I started having sex. It is so frustrating. My breath is becoming ragged. I look to Christian. His breathing is mirroring mine. This is so hot! And we haven't even touched each other. We reach the ground floor and the doors slide open. As we walk out into the lobby Christian and I mutter in unison: "elevators!"

As we exit the building everything seems to be suddenly moving in slow motion. Something is off. I feel Christian tense at my side. Taylor and Sawyer come running over to us. Sawyer quickly grabs me wrapping one arm around my back and placing the other over my head making me duck. He ushers me into the Audi and quickly closes the door. I turn and see Christian walking down the street toward someone. The doors on the Audi lock. I see Taylor trying to hold Christian back and Sawyer running over to help. Something changes. Christian freezes and Taylor and Sawyer have both drawn their side arms. Taylor is standing directly in front of Christian. Sawyer must be standing between me and the threat because I cannot see what it is. Taylor is pushing Christian back to the car with his gun still trained on the unknown threat. As Taylor gets Christian back to the side of the car he and Sawyer both lower their weapons. I realize I have been holding my breath the entire time. Sawyer turns and walks back joining Taylor and Christian beside the car.

After a short exchange of terse words all three men are getting in the car. We start to leave and I notice the tension radiating off the three of them. It is almost suffocating. I am starting to freak out. What was the threat? I look back to where the men were focused and I don't see anything suspicious. I am tense and I don't even realize how tense until my phone beeps and I jump nearly out of my seat. I pull my phone out of my purse and what I see has tears springing to my eyes.

*I see you little mouse*

Christian's POV

Damn this elevator. All I want to do is push Ann up against the wall and take her right here. Fuck she is panting and looks so fucking sexy. As the doors slide open I cannot help but take one last look at my sexy ass wife before I walk out. As we exit I realize that her thoughts have been mirroring mine when we both mutter "elevators!"

I take her hand and we stroll across the lobby. Normally, I would walk much faster but I do not want any setbacks in Ana's or Blip's health. I reach the door and hold it open for her to pass through. As I exit behind her I feel it in the air. Something is not right. I look toward the end of the street and see someone watching me. Or rather me and Ana. In my periphery I see Taylor and Sawyer moving toward us and once I know Ana is secure I go to confront that asshole.

I stride toward the end of the street with Taylor trying to hold me back. I am about halfway between the car and this ominous stranger when he pulls out a gun. I freeze and Taylor is now standing directly in front of me. What the hell? Who is this fucker? After a short but tense standoff he turns and walks away leaving me chilled by the look on his face.

The three of us walk back toward the car and I cannot ignore the feeling of dread that had settled in my stomach. We stop beside the car and I turn to Taylor.

"Taylor, I want any information you can get on that bastard. See if there is any surveillance cameras in the area that may have caught a good image of his face. Have Welch run facial recognition on him. I want to know who he is yesterday!" I demand.

"Sir, We will do what we can but…" he starts but I cut him off.

"I don't want excuses Taylor. I want results!" with that I turn and step into the car why do I feel like Ana's poisoning is just the beginning.

I turn to look at my beautiful wife and I know that she can feel the tension that is filling up the car. I now realize that she is sharing in the fear when she jumps because her phone beeps signaling a text message. She pulls her phone out of her purse. I watch the color drain from her face and tears start streaming down her face as she reads the message.

"Ana?" I queried. No response.

"Ana, Love, what's wrong?" I try again hoping to get a response.

I am getting really worried. Wordlessly she turns her face to look at me. The devastation I see in her face scares the shit out of me. She still doesn't say anything but she holds her phone out to me. I take it from her and read the screen.

*I see you little mouse*

What the fuck? Who is little mouse? And who the fuck sent this message to my Ana? I turn to Ana and realize she is having a panic attack. She is sitting in her seat with her arms wrapped around her body rocking back and forth and humming softly. Shit! what do I do?

"Taylor, step on it! Get us back to Bellevue. Sawyer, call my mother and tell her Ana is having a panic attack. Then, call Flynn and have him meet us at Bellevue." I command before turning to my beautiful wife. I take off my seat belt and slide toward her.

"Ana my love…" I state gently reaching out to stroke her check. When my hand brushes her face she flinches and starts crying even harder. I never want her to have that reaction toward me what is happening? FUCK!