"Come on, baby." I mumble, swooping Teddy in my tired arms. He automatically latches onto my neck, his face burrowed into my shoulder. Christian stood behind me, gently stroking Ted's copper curls. He let's out a huge sigh, and even though my back is turned, I know he's running his hand through his hair. I bite my lip in acknowledgment.

"What's happening to us, baby?" He whispers, broken and childish. His strong arms wrap around my waist, and he place a kiss on Ted's hair. "What's this fucker doing to our life?"

"Not in front of our son," I scold halfheartedly, shifting out of his arms uncomfortably. He looks hurt, but tries to hide it.

"Anastasia.." He begins, and I know where this is going. "We need to talk about what happened."

Ever since the incident, I've busied myself with worrying about Teddy, hoping I won't have to talk about the event. But now that it's been a few weeks, Ted is finally starting to become more of himself again, and I don't have him to hide behind anymore. My argument is invalid to Christian now, and I know there's no escaping.

"I don't want to talk, Christian." I whisper, nuzzling my Blip closer. "I just wants to forget."

"You won't forget, baby." His tone is just as soft as mine, his eyes filtered with helplessness.

"He's not a bad guy, Ana. He just wants to help." My subconscious snarks. I bat her away.

"I will forget." I snap, whirling to face him. He stares, shocked. "I'll forget and we'll move on with our lives, okay? I will forget, damnit."

"Anastasia.." He shakes his head, exasperatedly. "You won't forget! You can't! That's going to haunt you for the rest of you fucking life if you don't come to terms with it! Believe me, I'd know!"

Yes, I think. You would know..

I shake my head, trying to force this to all go away, sinking down to the floor with Teddy. I pull my knees up to my stomach, forming a ball with my son stuck in between.

"Ana," Christian's voice creaks, and I hear a fragile sob escape his lips. "Baby, please.."

"He had the gun at Teddy's head, Christian." I stare blankly at the pale green wall passed him, tears still flowing freely. "He had it pointed at my baby.. All because they wanted me. He could have died, all because I couldn't protect him." I break into strangled sobs, and my chest tightens painfully. "I don't deserve him, Christian. I don't deserve either of you."

Christian is silent, falling to his knees so he's right in front of me. His own grey eyes peer into my blue ones, egging me to go on.

I took a shuddering breath. "He told Sawyer that.. he'd shoot if I didn't get out of the car. That I needed to be with the one who really loves me. God, Christian-" I choke, shaking my head and closing myself more into Ted. "We got away, and I thought we were safe. But then they started shooting.. I got on the floorboard. I put myself on top of Teddy, to protect him." I add hastily, determined to prove to him I did try to keep our son safe; to prove I wasn't a terrible mother. "That's why it was so much worse on my back. I tried, Christian!" I exclaim, my body shaking. "I tried so damn hard.."

"Anastasia.." He whispers, but I barely hear him. I'm too stuck in memories, too stuck in self-loathing.

Get a fucking grip.

"Ana!" Christian's panicked. "Baby, please." He encloses his arms around us. I feel my heart slow automatically, the tremors rolling through my body calming.

"Let me help you." He whispers, his cheek against my hair as he rocks us. I realize he's doing exactly what I'm doing to Teddy right now; shielding us from the world. His lips gravitate to my ear, and he breaths, "I will fix you, Anastasia. Both of you."

And I let myself break.

-Christian-

It's been two hours since Ana's meltdown, and I'm absolutely livid.

How dare this mother fucker mess with what's mine?

Ana's sleeping on our bed, Teddy cuddled into her tummy. He has a peaceful smile on his face, and I feel my spirits lift a little. He's coming back to us a lot quicker than Flynn claimed he would. My son has a knack for proving people wrong, I think. He smiles and laughs with us now, but still refuses to speak. That worries me, but both my mother and Flynn reassure me that he'll come around. I have no doubt that he will, but it still frightens me that he'll never be my same delightful, trusting Theodore.

Anastasia, on the other hand.. Well, I have my doubts.

It kills me inside that I couldn't protect her from this; couldn't protect both of them from the fucked up world I've grown so used to.

They're both so damn innocent..

She hasn't been the same. She smiles and laughs and jokes around, sure. But I notice her staring out into space sometimes, reliving that day. I snap her out of it, but she scolds me and says its nothing and for me to not bother her.

This Roswell kid obviously knows how he's playing his game. He's succeed into breaking Ana, and that's a hard fret to do. His next motion is clear to the unorganized mine:

Go in for the kill.

I'm about 99 percent sure he doesn't want to kill Ana. If he'd wanted that done, he'd have done it that night at Grey Publishing. He's wanting to do something far much worse to her, and the way he's dragging it out, makes me believe he's not only got something against Ana, but me as well.

We've searched all the records we could find, and figured out the actual Jason Roswell had been discovered dead outside his house a few months ago. Which means this fucker is a fake, obviously leading us in the wrong direction. We've taken fingerprints off the cards he spontaneously drops off, and they all trace back to different people. All of them reported missing within the last month. A few of them even prison breakers.

I couldn't figure out for the life of me what he wants with my Ana.

I guess the fact that she's a drop dead gorgeous woman married to a billionaire is enough, but this is more than an attraction.

It's an obsession.

"Grey," I snap into my BlackBerry, careful to keep my voice down as I stare at the two people who make my life worthwhile.

"Hello, Mr. Grey. How nice it is to finally speak to you." A hoarse voice answers coldly. I blink.

"Who is this?" I demand, pulling back and looking at the number.

"Oh, I'm an old friend.." The person slurred. I narrow my eyes.. That voice.. "Remember me?"

"Somewhat." I growl, not in the mood for games. "Who the hell are you?"

"Maybe this will rekindle your memory." He chuckles, before reciting: "Take it easy, okay? Didn't mean any harm."

Kate and Elliot's engagement. Clubbing, lights, dancing.. Watching Ana move with Kate and Mia on the dance floor.. some fucker grabbing her waist from behind.. Rage, crossing the floor.. Primal, fire anger..

"I'm married, you asshole!"

"Keep your fucking hands off my wife."

"She can take care of herself."

Punch..

"Take it easy, okay? Didn't mean any harm.."

"I'm judging by your silence you remember me, hm? I'm your Jason Roswell, Grey. And I've called you to collect what's mine."