"Barney, thank you again for coming. Let me bring you up to date. The team has been trying to discover the reason for the assassination attempt on Ana in the hospital. We have discovered it was a paid professional hit an from Europe. Since there were two guards outside her door and Sawyer inside, we are puzzled why he even made the attempt. We came to the conclusion that there was a time limit involved. She had to be killed by a certain time or the hit was off. Do you have any thoughts on that ?"

"I see your logic, but who benefits from Ana's death? Does she have a will? Have you changed your will since you returned?"

I look at Barney through narrow eyes. Any changes I have made I really don't want to discuss publicly. I walk over to the window and look out at the starry sky. I decide I need to be open about this. I turn around.

"As soon as I heard about the attack on Ana, I changed my will. Instead of just leaving everything to her, I assigned Ros to administer the estate for one year. If Ana is judged to be of sound mind and body in one year, she inherits everything. If she is not, she will be cared for and the estate will provide for all her needs. The rest of the estate will go directly to Ros, minus the bequests I left to family and friends. But no one except my lawyer knows that. No one."

"We need to know what's in Ana's will. Who inherited if she died. Barney, can you work on that?"

"Yes, sir. "

"Barney, I want to know who inherits from Ana and who else has access to that info."

"Yes, sir "

"Welch. What do you have on Schneiderman?"

" I am having technical issues trying to get past Schneiderman's firewalls. I need Barney. "

"Well, you have him. Get to work. We'll reconvene at seven a.m."

"Sir?" Sawyer asked, "Have you heard any updates on Ana?"

"The pressure in her brain has stabilized but at an abnormally high level. They have no idea how long it will take for the pressure to return to normal limits. They are also uncertain if there is any permanent brain damage. Only time will tell whether she will ever come out of the coma.

In case anyone is wondering, Taylor's wound is healing nicely. I want to thank everyone for giving blood. They will start bringing him around the day after tomorrow. "

GPOV

Its the end of day four at the ranch. Mia helped me prepare dinner. To say the least, it was difficult. She wants to show off her gourmet french cooking skills. These men are not interested. Perhaps met brother or Dr Flynn but the rest are all big, strapping men that want a big solid meal. The coq au vin she served up with rice could only serve as an appetizer. It was delicious but Sawyer has an enormous appetite, especially now that his concussion symptoms are rapidly receding. He could easily eaten all the coq au vin by himself. Like all great chefs, she is happy to use every dish, bowl, pit and pan in the house, but when it comes to clean up, she is nowhere to be found.

Mr Grey had a long talk with her this morning about her lack of respect for security protocol. There was a great deal of hollering on both sides along with a lot of tears. In the end, they seemed to reach a compromise. Am I mean to hope he sends her back? She has been trying to flirt with Barney all day. I am sure he would be flattered if he was aware of her, but he is lost in cyberspace and pretty much unaware of anything or anyone but his keyboard and computer screen. The gentlemen will be meeting again in the family room soon. I've set up an urn of coffee there for them with paper cups. I can't help but wonder how long we will have to stay here.

GPOV

Barney had just left me. He discovered who Ana left her estate to and I could not have been more shocked. She left her father the paltry sum of five million dollars and the rest of the fifteen billion dollar estate goes to Ros. I am in a state of shock. I don't understand. I am bewildered. I can't imagine Ros is involved with this. She had been with me from the very beginning. I can't believe she would betray me like this. I call Welch and tell him to get our team in the family room.

We are delayed slightly by Mia being her demanding, bitchy self. Bad timing, Mia because I am so not in the mood to play her games. I ordered her out and threatened to send her back if she annoyed me again. Of course, my language could have been nicer and thundering at her probably caused the tears. Fortunately, Gail came to the rescue and dragged a sobbing Mia away.

The team update begins. Barney goes first and shares his news about Ana's will. The consensus is she had no one else left in her life besides her Dad, Taylor and Doc. At this point I decide to share that Taylor and Ana at one point had a suicide pact. It is completely conceivable that she imagined her death as a result of that pact and did not feel Taylor would be alive to inherit. In the will, she declares five million dollars is more money than my dad can ever spend and I don't want the negative side of being immensely wealthy to ever affect him, so I leave the rest of my Estate to Ros Bailey. She has worked hard over the years and her loyalty to Christian Grey can never be questioned.

Ryan points out Ana can not inherit if I am alive, so why try to kill Ana first? He's right. It makes no sense. I explain I could understand Ros trying to gain control of the company but I can't see her arranging for either my death or Ana's. She is a shrew, ruthless businessman but she is not a fucking assassin. Welch points out that people have become assassins for much less money than is involved here. I shrug.

Welch then begins to share what he has discovered about Schneiderman , which is fucking nothing. I rant and rave but it doesn't matter. His security system is so tight, the fucking White House couldn't get in. I am disgusted. Welch has come up with a list of people who technically have access to my will. Needless to say, Ros is at the top of the list, right behind my attorney, his PA and Andrea. Barney asks Welch if anyone has actually viewed the electronic file containing my will. Welch nods. Andrea and Ros.

This can't be happening. There is no way either of those ladies would harm me. Barney agrees to help Welch with Schneiderman, while Sawyer, Reynolds and Ryan are cross referencing Schneiderman and Ros to anything that could be connected to me or Ana. The meeting breaks up and I find myself alone, head buried in my hands, Ros is like family, please don't let it be her. The thought repeats itself like a mantra. I find myself starting to unravel when I hear my name and loom up to see Flynn. He is always there for me. I know I can count on him. Good or bad, he never judges. I was so angry he didn't tell me about the baby Ana lost but like he said, confidentiality is for all his patients not just me. It wasn't his story to tell. I understood after a while. I am sure that it meant more coming from Taylor. It helped me understand more about Taylor and Ana's relationship. Don't get me wrong, I am still not completely okay with it, but I get it. He kept her alive when all she wanted was to die.

Flynn reaches out an arm and pulls me close. I bury my head in his shoulder and sob, just like I did with Elliot the other day. Flynn doesn't say anything, just holds me close and makes little sshing sounds. It takes a long time before I can stop.

At one point Flynn just said, "It's okay, Christian. Cry it out. " If I thought I had been sobbing before, that little bit of encouragement completely unmanned me. I was like a child, totally incapable of controlling my emotions. I cried for my baby, for my girlfriend and what she went through, for being abandoned by my family, for the betrayal of Elena, for the attack on Ana and possible betrayal of Ros. I even thought up poor Mia. For someone so innocent she has been thrust into my personal hell and she has done nothing to deserve it.

Flynn hands me a box of tissues as I finally release him and hold my head up. His eyes are warm and filled with compassion. I see no pity, no disgust. I take a shuddering breath and he grabs me by arms, just below the shoulders. "Its going to be okay, Christian. Have faith. "

I say nothing, just nod, grab another tissue and blow my nose. I feel like a little kid, but I also feel safe. I trust Flynn. If he says its going to be all right, than damn it, its going to be all right.