A/N: Hi folks, thanks for reading and keeping up with this story. Got some feedback on the fact that scene changes didn't seem to have breaks. I've been using the line function in FF to insert lines during a scene change, and I'm not sure that has actually reflected for everyone. Just to make the switches easier, I've added a couple of hyphens as a reviewer suggested. Hopefully it's better now. As always, I don't own any of the characters save the ones solely created for this FF.

Chapter 23

"It's done."

"Good. When will you know about the transfer?"

"He's being admitted as we speak. I should be called in come morning."

"Very good. We will speak once the everything is in place."

Akio Imai placed the receiver back on its cradle. Everything was going according to plan. With Christian committed into the mental institution, GEH would have to kick in its contingency. Anastasia Grey.

Love could make a man do many things, but more often than not, it could make a man stupid. Some wrote letters in blood, others like Christian Grey, wrote their life's work to their love. They made silly choices out of love. This was exactly why Akio Imai abhorred love. He abhorred any emotion that would force irrational thinking. How could you ensure that assets are protected, if the one meant to protect them became the one to protect them from. Love was a weakness to him. And he could not stand weakness. Which is why this was the perfect way.

Ros Bailey walked into her office at 6:17 am that morning. She sat on the high backed leather chair and pulled herself close to her desk. She paused for just a moment to take in the gravity of what was about to happen, and dialled the number. It was going to be a long day.

The news of Christian Grey's arrest would have been headlines had relevant intermediaries not been properly compensated in time. Even so, news of the youngest ever CEO and billionaire being taken away secretly in the dead of the night to a mental institution could not stay under wraps for long. The stock was sure to be hit, despite all the redundancy plans kicking in. Christian had been very clear. In the event of his death or incapacitation, all of GEH went to Anastasia Grey. Ros had drawn up the papers herself. She had never in her wildest dreams imagined that day would come. Christian was infallible. Immortal. A giant among lilliputians. No one in the world could have done what he did. But now.

Now, Ana would have to.

"I think hear it," she strained to listen against the wind.

"Yes! That way, look, behind that bush, I think that's a clearing, that has to lead to the river!"

Jason tugged Ana forward. All they needed now was to find a boat and head somewhere. Pushing through the thick bush, they made their way onto a river bank. No jetty. Damn!

"What now?"

"I guess we walk? What do you remember seeing that day?"

"Nothing much to be honest, I heard the knocking of what sounded like water against wood. Might have just been a dead tree trunk though."

Ana sighed and started following as Jason quickly decided to follow the path of the river. She was tired. Evening rays bounced off the water in every direction and she watched as tiny lights floated out in the cold air.

Fireflies.

He walked along the mud, his bare feet sinking just a little into the cold damp river bed. He was searching. He knew that She was there. Just out of reach. He could almost touch her, feel her warm body against the cold mountain air. Almost. The darkness had him surrounded, but She was there. He looked up, and saw her, surrounded by small flickering green lights. It was her. It had to be her. He wanted to call out to her, but he had no voice. He wanted to kiss her, but he had no face, wanted to hold her but he had no arms. No. There was nothing. Just his own darkness, black as night, vile and ugly villain engulfing her. 'Please...' he begged, 'Please give her back... give her back to me... please give me back my Ana.'

He woke up in a cold sweat to find himself immobile. His hands and legs were cuffed to the handrails on the bed. For a second Christian almost wanted to laugh at the irony. Time enough for that later.

"Anyone there? Hello? Can you call my doctor?"

The room seemed plain and devoid of natural light. A pretty nurse in a pink uniform walked in carrying a tray of medication.

"Hello Mr. Grey. Feeling better today are we?"

"Where the fuck am I?"

"You're in the Cadence Wellness Center Sir."

"What the hell is going on? Why have I been restrained?"

"It's policy I'm afraid sir. You were brought in with paranoid schizophrenia, and patients tend to be violent. Your doctor will need to sign off on removing the restraints."

"Well get Dr. Flynn in and get me out of these. I need... I need to get out of here!"

"Well, Dr. Flynn isn't in charge here I'm afraid and the in house doctor should be available soon, they want to review your case personally. Just sit tight." the nurse smiled at Christian. It was a gentle sort of smile, but one that hinted at an underlying maliciousness should one not comply. He felt his anger rising at her patronizing attitude. He needed some way to convey the criticality of his mission. Nurse Fiona was having none of it though. She stopped, turning to face him, watching as he pulled at his restraints in a futile attempt to get free. She coughed slightly to get his attention. Her earlier warmness had disappeared.

"Look, Mr. Grey," her voice was cold, "if you keep pulling at those, and trying to break free, we are going to have no choice but to sedate you again. I suggest you use the time more constructively instead, perhaps to rest and reflect. You can discuss the terms of your stay here with Doctor Nichols, when she has time to see you. So? What'll it be? Sedatives or meditation?"

He let out a frustrated sigh, there was nothing he could do if they sedated him. He'd already let Flynn knock him out once, he was damned if he let that happen again.

"Fine. I'll wait for the doctor."

She nodded once in approval and walked briskly out of the room, careful to lock it behind her. He was a difficult case, but there was progress.