Of course as you know I do not own I am just merely borrowing the characters to use and abuse as I please!
I really need to remember just because Chapters don't make me cry they make others cry and put a Kleenex warning on.
SO YOU MAY NEED KLEENEX HERE - who knows!
We arrive at Sea-Tac to see the place alive. Fire services are battling with the flames coming from what we believe is GEH Jet while Police officers stop the press and public from entering the now abandoned airport. Christian turns to me, his face is full of anguish yet he's managed to wipe off the tear tracks.
"Ana, whatever happens now I want you to stay with Sawyer, we'll have to split up. I'll find out what happened, can you… would you mind finding out if anyone's family is here and talk to them?"
I nod softly, I know Christian wouldn't be able to say anything to them without sounding cold and I'm glad he finds the need to go and talk to the families if they have showed up.
"Stay with Sawyer, use your name to get information Ana Grey."
"I will, be careful Christian."
"Aren't I always?" He asks. "Look after my wife." He adds glaring at Sawyer.
"Yes Sir." Luke nods and I know he means it, he is as protective as Christian over me… well almost.
I walk towards a police woman who has been talking to someone from the public. She looks me up and down probably wondering what on earth I'm doing there.
"Excuse me?"
"I'm sorry Ma'am no flights will leave this airport for at least seventy two hours…"
"My name is Anastasia Grey. That Jet that's flaming over there partly belongs to me." I snap angrily and she looks at me again in complete shock. "The three people on board, fatalities, I need to know if you have any information for me regarding any family members who may have turned up here."
"I could find out for you Ma'am."
"Just point me in the right direction and I'll find out for myself." I reply being as cold as Christian would be if he were in my position.
"See over there." She points towards two men who look to be in deep discussion. "That is Captain Gonzales, I'm sure he would be able to answer your questions Mrs Grey."
"Thank you." I reply sencerily before heading off.
I stop suddenly and Sawyer almost crashes into me.
"I need you to help me." I tell him.
"Ok what do you need?" He asks quickly.
"Hold my dress up." I say and he hesitates before lifting the train. "Higher." I say and I wait until my feet are exposed.
I lift one foot and yank on my Prada shoe until it comes off then repeat with the second. I sink four inches and Sawyer can't suppress the small laugh that escapes him, I smile.
"You can let go now." I say sheepishly.
"Would you like me to hold your shoes?" He asks calmly.
I pass them to him then pull my train into my arms making it easier to shuffle over to the man still deep in conversation. When I arrive by his side he barely glances in my direction. I clear my throat and that makes him look at me.
"Yes?" He snaps.
"Excuse me. Mrs Anastasia Grey." I say and suddenly all his attention is on me.
"Mrs Grey, I'm very sorry for what has happened here." He says his hand signalling the still raging fire.
"I'm looking for information regarding the families of those on board, I need to know if any of them have come here."
"Right this way." He says at once and I follow him with Sawyer close behind. "A Mrs Holland is here with her son, she claims her husband was the pilot."
"Stephan." I say weakly and the Captain nods.
He walks me into the abandoned airport and points me to a weeping woman who is holding a toddler to her chest.
"Mrs Holland?" I ask and her head shoots up, green eyes meet mine and I see the anguish in them.
"Mrs Grey." She says softly.
"May I?" I ask signalling the seat opposite her.
"Of course." She nods and Sawyer discreetly steps back allowing some modicum of privacy.
"Mrs Holland…"
"Please, call me Louisa."
"Louisa." I repeat gently. "I'm very sorry for your loss, please trust that Christian and I will make sure we get to the bottom of what happened here, I know in the circumstances it isn't much…" I trail off when the little toddler looks up at me.
"Mommy." He whispers but I hear him as he glares at me, I don't know what emotion it is he's conveying, confusion maybe?
"Yes Tyler?" She ask running her hand through his blonde hair, he looks so much like Stephan it's sad and I fight not to let the tears brim in my eyes.
"Isn't she the lady from your magazine? The one Daddy works for?"
I'm surprised that the boy recognises me, even more that his mother pointed me out to him but of course those feelings are pushed aside when he speaks again.
"Are you a princess Lady?" He asks me and something tells me this child doesn't know about his father.
I smile softly at him as he climbs from his mother's lap and approaches me wearily.
"I'm not a princess, but I have just been to a ball." I tell him and his face instantly lights up. I catch a glance towards Louisa and see the ghost of a smile on her face.
"You should be a princess you're pretty like one." He says and my heart swells.
"Thank you very much. Does that mean you should be a prince because you're handsome like one." I smile as he stops right in front of me with his hands on my knees.
"You think I'm hand-some?" He says breaking the word.
"I do." I reply nodding and smiling enthusiastically knowing in a few hours this small child will have to face the reality that his father isn't coming home.
"I like your necklace, it's sparkly." He says pointing towards the large diamonds around my neck. "And the ones in your ears." He points out and I guess the child doesn't know what earrings are yet.
"Thank you."
"Can I see better?" He asks looking from his Mom to me.
I glance at Louisa nervously and she shrugs, of course she's not in a place where she can explain the inappropriate question to her son and at the end of the day the child is no more than five and I think he's adorable.
"I'd have to lift you onto my lap." I say not wanting to take the diamonds off in case he accidentally loses or breaks them.
He lifts his arms to me and I can't help but smile as I lift him onto my lap. He is comfortable around me which is always a nice thing and he begins to play with the diamonds watching them catch the light.
"I'm sorry." Louisa says nodding her head towards the boy.
"It's no problem Louisa, he's just a child."
"I don't know what I'm going to do now." She says tears falling freely down her face. "Mr Grey pays for his schooling on the condition Stephan is in his employment, I don't work because Stephan earns so much…"
"Louisa, Christian and I will continue to support you. Especially his schooling. This was a freak accident, your husband didn't quit his employment." I know I shouldn't say that without my husband's approval but even if Christian doesn't help them financially I'm sure I can figure something out with Grey Publishing.
"Thank you." She says.
"It's not a problem." I reply as Tyler begins to play with my earring, flicking and twisting very gently.
He yawns widely and I sense the boy's fatigue. I guess its way past his bedtime.
"Are you sleepy my little prince?" I ask him making him smile tiredly at me. "Then you try and sleep." I say rubbing my hand on his cheek softly, I know his Mom needs a break and the child will need sleep before dealing with the trauma of losing his father.
"But I don't have a blanky." He says sadly. My heart breaks for him and I try and think on my toes.
I pull up the top layer of my dress, luckily it has a silk underlining in navy followed by a heavy skirt.
"Here." I say draping the long dress over him.
He pulls it to his chin and snuggles into my shoulder happily.
"Night Princess." He says to me and I smile.
"Goodnight little prince." I whisper.
"Thank you." Louisa smiles weakly. "I don't know what to do with him right now."
"It's ok, it's not a problem, he's a sweet child, he doesn't need to worry tonight." I explain just as Sawyer taps my shoulder.
"Mr Grey needs to speak with you." He says.
I glance nervously down at the child in my arms, he's only just fallen asleep and I don't want to wake him.
"Louisa, I need to see Mr Grey, would you like me to continue to hold Tyler?" I ask and she looks at her sleeping son.
"You don't mind?" She asks her voice croaking.
"Not at all. Sawyer will you please stay with Louisa?"
"Of course Ana." He nods knowing I'm knackered too.
"Where's my husband?"
"Just by the door Ma'am, he was nervous about entering." He explains quietly.
I adjust Tyler in my arms before making my way over to Christian and Taylor. Taylor smiles as he sees my carrying a sleeping Tyler wrapped in my dress, Christian looks extremely uncomfortable.
"Who's that?" He asks.
"Stephan's Son." I say and a look of sadness passes fleetingly over Christian's face.
"Anyone else here?"
"Just his Mom." I reply knowing Christian is hurting.
"We need to get her home, we won't know anymore till the morning."
"I'll talk to Sawyer now." I explain before walking off still holding Tyler, I know that Christian is in a severe amount of pain and its pain he won't admit he's feeling out loud.