Christian tried to tell himself, it was better if Ana didn't remember him. He didn't deserve someone so good. He was a monster and deep down she knew it. Her brain was protecting her the only way it knew how. But how the fuck she could remember Taylor and not him was still pissing him off. Of course, the two of them sleeping together the last few months might have something to do with that. He tried to get the images out of his head, but just the thought of her laying in bed beside Taylor, wrapped in his arms made him see red. He believed Taylor. Mostly. Probably. Almost. Still, there was always a tiny piece of doubt. It may have started out innocent, but how do you lay down at night with the most beautiful woman in the world and not want her physically?

He sat morosely at his desk, looking out at the Seattle skyline. It was a dismal, cloudy, rainy day. It was dark and dreary, just like he felt. He thought back to when he had been alone in the woods on days like this. He had hated it. Everything would be wet and cold. He never felt more forgotten or alone than on those awful, rainy days.

Now he felt his life was one, long, unending rainy day. Taylor said Ana never gave up, that she believed he was alive. Ana was his sunshine, his light, she warmed his soul. He needed her so much, the thought of not having her in his life was unbearable. He ran his fingers through his hair nervously. What he needed was a plan. He had to wear his CEO hat and plan and plot. What could he do to jar Ana's memory? Then, it came to him. He would plan a hostile takeover of Ana's memory. He booted up his computer and starting making a business plan for the takeover.

Outside of Christian's office Taylor sat behind his desk in the security office. Across from him sat a handsome young man with dark curly hair. After reaching out to his Israeli friend, Elon had responded by sending Ben Levi.

"Mr. Taylor," Levi started.

"Just Taylor, Mr Levi," Taylor replied.

"Then you must call me just Levi."

"Levi." Taylor smiled cordially.

"Our mutual friend has asked me to assist you any way I can. Tell me, what do you need?"

"You are familiar with my employer?"

Ben nods yes.

"Due to recent events, our security team has been decimated by injuries. We were forced to accept the loan of security people from a friend. It hasn't proven enough. Yesterday, despite the presence of a dozen security people, all armed, most with automatic weapons, his home was breached. I'm looking to hire new staff, but its going to take a while, not to mention the training. I need people now, short term that I trust and can rely on. I want to release the borrowed security and replace them with battle hardened men ready to shoot to kill.

"For how long?"

" I am thinking 3- 6 weeks. We think we know who is behind the attacks, what we don't know is why."

"May I ask who you suspect?"

"Of course. Leonard Schneiderman."

"Ah, the man who rescued Mr Grey?"

"The same."

Ben smiled at Taylor. "Our mutual friend has an interest in Mr Schneiderman as well. It is not a friendly interest so he would be most happy to assist you in any way he can. I can have six men here tonight by six pm. I can have an additional six men here by morning and six additional people by tomorrow evening. If we need more, they will become available. You have presented our mutual friend with a unique opportunity to put Mr Schneiderman out of business, that is something that would make a great many people happy."

"How would that affect my employer?"

"Do not worry, Taylor. We will protect your employer as well as his business and his reputation. "

"What do you need from us?"

"Right now? Nothing."

"And in the future?"

"At most a meeting with Schneiderman."

"I can't speak for my employer."

"Our mutual friend will assist only you and will not engage in negotiations with your employer. Money has nothing to do with either of our needs. Its more a you scratch my back and I will scratch yours. You need extra men? We can provide them. All we ask is for you to meet with Schneiderman when and where we ask. If you can not agree to that Taylor, then I must rescind my offer and leave. "

Taylor's lips thinned and his nostrils flared slightly in annoyance. He sat silently, considered his options, then nodded. "I agree."

"Very good. Two of the six men that come this evening are specifically for Barney. One has technical information for him; the other is a body guard. One other thing," Levi stared straight into Taylor's eyes, and paused dramatically, then continued, "It would be best for all concerned if I work beside you and coordinate my men for you."

Taylor knew Levi was using him, but also knew he was using Levi. If Elon had sent this man to him, his word was to be trusted. If...

"Levi, how do I know Elon sent you?"

Levi smiled, "It took you a long time to ask. Elon says to tell you what he has always told you, that you are mispocheh, family. You are his brother. You are always welcome in his home and as your older brother, he will always look after you. He says that on the day that almost ended his life, you saved him three different times. He would tell me no more but said you would understand. "

Taylor thought back to that day in Baghdad, when he walked the green zone with Elon, who was on loan from Israel's top anti terrorist team. Together, they pointed out new dangers on every block. Taylor thought back to the three times both men almost died. Obviously, Taylor shooting the sniper from the rooftop was one and identifying the freshly buried IED was another, but the third they never discussed. The third had happened early in the day. They walked slowly, checking out everyone and everything. There was a small vendor selling soccer balls. They were probably stolen. Taylor had pointed out that each ball had the phrase "Allahu Akbar" printed on it, probably from some misguided Christian charity trying to reach out to Muslim youth. Taylor feared religious extremists would be insulted by anyone kicking a ball that had Allah's name on it. Their reasoning would be it is like kicking Allah. He suggested they leave the area immediately. Forty five minutes after leaving the soccer ball vendor, a suicide bomber started examining soccer balls and blew himself up, taking the lives of seventy nine innocent men, women and children. Lots of children. Soccer is very popular, even in Baghdad.

Taylor looked at Levi and said, "I need more."

"I am allowed to say only one word. "Soccer."

Taylor nodded, "Understood." just as he heard Gail calling his name frantically. He quickly opened the door and saw a flushed and very flustered Gail. "I'm sorry, its Mr Grey. He's reached the bar cabinet."

Without another word, Taylor took off running for Grey's study.

CPOV.

Christian read back his business plan.

Business - Ana

Object of acquisition - Restore Ana's memory and regain her love

He stopped there, unsure how to continue. If Ana regained her memory, she would regain all her memory. It meant she would remember how he had endangered her, how he had wanted her to see Taylor punished, how he had rejected her for Elena. Without warning, he clutched his stomach and then frantically reached for the waste paper basket and vomited. It was like he was back in that room again, watching Elena shoot Flynn and Taylor. Anger crashed through his body in violent waves. How fucking stupid could he have been to believe that fucking bitch Elena had ever been his friend?

He picked up his phone and stared at the smiling pictures of. Anastasia, some taken by him, some by Taylor. He glanced over at his Mac book pro and saw the stupid, arrogant business plan to recapture her memory; God, had he lost his mind? Treat her like an acquisition? What the fuck was wrong with him? Without another thought, the laptop went flying, then his phone and then every other thing he could get his hands on. Then he opened the bar cabinet.

The first bottle was a Pappy Van Winkle Family Reserve Bourbon. He flung it as hard as he could against the bullet proof glass and took a savage satisfaction as the bottle shattered sending glass everywhere. His chest heaving with blind anger he reached into the bar again and brought out two more bottles, when the door crashed open, startling him.

"Drop it!" Taylor roared. Instead, Grey prepared to slam the bottle against the desk, thereby giving himself a weapon. Taylor struck quickly, shoving Grey up against the bourbon stained floor to ceiling window, and squeezing his wrists until the bottles fell silently to the thick pile carpet. Muscles bulging in both men, they continued to silently struggle. Taylor kept a painful pressure on Grey's wrist, holding them up over his head, while Christian twisted, trying desperately to free himself, grimacing in pain. Taylor leaned in close to Grey's face and muttered something in his ear and almost like magic Grey ceased struggling.

Taylor immediately dropped his hands and said simply,"Perhaps you should change, sir and let Mrs Jones treat your cuts.

Grey looked down at himself and saw several trails of blood on his shirt. He looked at Taylor, befuddled.

"Look in a mirror sir. Your face has been peppered with exploding glass from the bourbon when it hit the window."

Behind Taylor, Mrs Jones stepped forward and gently taking his arm guided him to the bathroom where she brushed the small pellets of glass out of his hair and off of his face. She gently wiped the blood away with a warm washcloth. Like a child, she guided him to his bedroom, laid out fresh clothes for him and sent him to shower.

Levi watched Mrs Jones guide Grey to his room and looked at Taylor with questioning eyes and asked, "Is he always like that?"

"No,"snarled Taylor, then added with a grin, "Sometimes he's worse. You go through what he has gone through for the last seven months and see how you manage. "

By evening, the men on the roof and the elevator entrance to the penthouse as well as the stairs had been replaced. By morning, Levi's men had secured the garage and the freight elevator. Grey seemed more himself and the incident that morning seemingly forgotten. Grey was not aware Taylor had reported it to Flynn via skype. Flynn was concerned but not panicked. He advised Taylor to skype him each evening at eleven pm pacific time. Grey had a skype session set for the next day at eight a.m. Hopefully, that would help. Things were starting to look up.