Chpt. 6 APOV:

"Jason?" I walk into the apartment unsure where he is.

"Right here," he quickly comes out of the bedroom. "Everything okay?"

"Yes, everything is fine," I assure him. "I…I need to go to a store at some point today."

I hate the idea of leaving the apartment with Teddy, but I'll be lucky if he has enough diapers and formula to get through today. I've been putting off going but when I saw how many diapers were left this morning I knew I couldn't put it off much longer. Part of me knows it's silly to think he would have found me already; I've traveled completely across the country and have nothing in my name out here. But the other part of me worries about just how far his connections reach, that he just might have someone out here who will tell him where I am.

"Sawyer will take you wherever you need to go," Jason says. "He'll keep you safe Ana; you have my word. Sawyer fills in for me protecting Mr. Grey when I am off or when two people are required; I wouldn't trust anyone else to protect you and Teddy."

"Thank you," I whisper.

"You just let him know what you need and he'll figure out the logistics," he adds. "I was going to talk to you before I left to take Mr. Grey to work."

"Oh? Is everything okay? Is my dad-"

"Everything is fine," he assures me. My panic level was hitting an all-time high with Taylor saying he wanted to talk to me; I could only think of a handful of reasons why Jason would want to talk to me. He seems calm and acts as if nothing is wrong, but is that just how he always acts? I know my dad is the same way; he can appear as calm as anything in the middle of a crisis. Even when Kate…I shake my head not wanting to go back to that day.

"Ana, your dad is fine," he repeats obviously sensing my panic. "He texted me just the other day."

"Okay," I let out the breath I was holding.

"I've scheduled a meeting at GEH for this evening that I would like you to be at-"

"Why?"

"With Mr. Grey's permission, I've had his top security and IT specialists looking into Braxton-"

"What? Why? Why would you do that?" I clutch Teddy closer to my chest, glancing around the room as if I expect him to appear out of thin air. "He's going to find us, he's going to know where we are. He's going to come after us-"

"Ana, stop," he says firmly. "Welch and Barney are experts in what they do; Braxton will never know that they were looking into him. This is their job; they are the top in their field. Both worked for the government before Mr. Grey convinced them to come and work for him. They look into men who are more high profile than Braxton on a daily basis for Mr. Grey and have never gotten caught-"

"Yet."

"They won't get caught," he corrects. "I don't know how they do it, but they find out details about people that no one else could have possibly known. In some cases, they find things that people hide from their husbands, wives and top business associates. Braxton won't have a clue that they're looking at him, trust me."

"Did they…did they find him?"

"He's in New York right now traveling with the team," it should, but it doesn't reassure me. "I thought it would be…good for you to hear what they found and perhaps you can help them."

"How can I help?"

"You know Braxton," he reminds me and I shudder at the reminder. "They don't. I don't know how much time you spent with him, but anything you could tell them would be helpful."

"I didn't…"

"If nothing else Ana, you can hear what they have," he says. "They can also tell you what they're doing to help keep Braxton from finding you and how they're trying to identify his associates. I know it won't be easy…but if there's anything you remember from when-"

"I remember everything," I interrupt him.

"I hate to ask you…but if you could tell them…what happened, what his associate looked like, where you were-"

"If it helps keep him away from us, I'll tell them," I decide.

"If I didn't think it would help, I wouldn't be asking you to do this," he assures me. "Welch and Barney are working on finding his associates through Braxton himself, but if we find them another way we can keep tails on them too."

"It's fine…I'll tell them."

"Thank you," his hand reaches out for me but when I take a step back he immediately drops it. It's a reflex, something that it so automatic I don't even notice I'm doing it. It has nothing to do with Jason, but ever since-

"I've scheduled the meeting for this evening-"

"Today?" I gulp.

"Yes," he nods. "We'll meet at GEH-"

"GEH?"

"Mr. Grey's office building, Grey Enterprise Holdings," he explains. "The meeting is at 6:30, by the time most of the employees will have already left to go home. Even so, only a handful of employees have the code required to access Mr. Grey's floor which is where the meeting will take place. Normally Mr. Grey's COO would be there, but she flew out yesterday for meetings at one of their companies so the floor should be empty by the time you arrive. Sawyer will bring you into the building through a private entrance; you'll bypass the usual security checks this way although you'll still have to go through the lobby to access the elevator to Mr. Grey's floor. But as I said, most people will have already left for the day so I doubt anyone will be around. You have nothing to worry about though, GEH is extremely secure; only employees are permitted beyond the lobby and any guest must be cleared with security."

"You're sure it's…safe?" Is any place safe?

"I wouldn't be bringing you there if it wasn't Ana," he assures me.

"O…Okay," I reluctantly agree. I hate like hell leaving this apartment, but if Jason believes it's safe and that it could help find them if I go, then I'll go.

"I need to go, I'll see you at GEH tonight," he says. "Don't worry about dinner, we'll have something delivered for everyone."

"Okay."

I hear Jason and Christian leave a few minutes later and the apartment once again falls silent. I check my phone, wishing I could call my dad but of course I can't. He texted me yesterday letting me know he was okay but didn't say anything else. The number was blocked so I couldn't text him back or even call him. I hate not being able to talk to him about everything going on; I want to ask him if he's heard anything or if anyone has been following him or hell even where he is. All I know he is was hiring a PI to look into the accident more.

I settle into what has become my usual routine over the last few days; I clean up the main kitchen from breakfast and then head back into the other apartment to make myself breakfast. Teddy sits in his bouncy seat cooing away while I cook. It's seems silly to think it, but I realize I'm lucky that Teddy is such an easy going baby. He just sort of goes with whatever the flow of the day is; he only gets cranky when he's hungry or needs to be changed.

After cleaning up from breakfast and feeding Teddy, I strap him into the baby carrier and head back into the main apartment. According to the schedule Gail left for me, Christian's dry cleaning will be picked up today along with his laundry so I make sure all of that is together. I do a light dusting in the great room and the spare bedrooms upstairs that look like they're rarely used before heading back downstairs.

"Ms. Steele?" Sawyer calls to me as I pass Jason's office. I've asked him numerous times to call me Ana but he still insists on calling me Ms. Steele.

"Did you need something?" I stand at the doorway of his office.

"Taylor mentioned you needed to go to a store today?"

"Yes, I need to pick up formula and diapers for Teddy."

"There's a store nearby that we could get those items at and one a little further away. If you want a quick trip we could go to the one that's closest but I'd recommend we go to the other one-"

"That's fine," I interrupt quickly. "I'll get him ready and then we can go?"

"Whenever you're ready."

I bring the bouncy seat into the bathroom with me so I can take a shower; I spend a little extra time in there since Teddy is playing so quietly in his seat. The bathroom door is locked and I know Sawyer is in the other apartment, so I allow myself the few extra minutes in there. I try to calm my nerves about leaving the apartment, but I still feel uneasy with the idea of going to the store. I know I can't stay in the apartment forever; I hope one day to be able to take him to a park without having to fear for both of us.

I pull myself from my thoughts and turn off the water; I peak over at Teddy who is kicking at the toys on the seat memorized at how the bar lights up with each kick. I get dressed, change him and then pack his diaper bag before putting him back in the carrier and heading out to find Sawyer. The ride to the store is uneventful, but I catch Sawyer constantly checking the mirrors to make sure no one is following us.

Nearly thirty minutes later we arrive at a store that thankfully isn't as busy as I was expecting. I put Teddy back into the carrier so he can't stay close to me while we shop. There's no way I could put him a shopping cart; I wouldn't feel safe with him in there. With him in the carrier, he's attached to me; if something happens I can take off with him and not have to spend the extra time getting him from the shopping cart and lugging around the heavy car seat.

"Are you ready Ms. Steele?" Sawyer asks and I realize we've been just sitting in the SUV for probably far too long.

"I'm ready," I take a deep breath as Sawyer gets out of the car and opens my door.

My eyes dart around the parking lot as we walk, but there's too many cars for me to notice anything out of the norm. I don't even know what I'm looking for, but that doesn't stop me from searching. Sawyer stays close to me and Teddy, leading us into the store before grabbing a shopping cart. He leads us right to the baby section of the store, how he knew where it was I have no idea, but he led us right there. I quickly grab a case of diapers, a package of wipes and then a can of formula. I glance at the strollers on display as we walk towards the registers; we left so quickly that I had no time to grab the one that Kate had picked out before Teddy was born. Eventually I'll need to buy a stroller, but since we're not likely to go out very often I don't need it now. Plus if I end up having to leave Seattle quickly, it's one less bulky thing to worry about.

"I have-"

"Taylor has it covered," he quickly hands the cashier a credit card just as I pull my wallet out of the diaper bag. Obviously I can't use credit or debit cards, but I have enough cash to pay for what we need.

"I have cash," I whisper as we walk out of the store.

"Taylor instructed me to take care of whatever you and Teddy needed; he has it covered."

I make a note to remember to give Jason the cash to reimburse him for what he spent today; I don't want to take advantage of Jason any more than I feel like I already have. Before we left I cleared out my savings and checking accounts plus took cash advances on my credit cards; I probably ruined my credit since I'm not going to be able to pay any of those bills for awhile but my credit score is the least of my worries. What was most important was getting my hands on enough cash to keep me and Teddy in hiding until it's safe enough for us to come out…if that day ever comes.

I breathe a sigh of relief the moment Sawyer pulls into the parking lot of Escala; I hadn't realized just how safe I had come to feel being here until that moment. I was terrified when we first arrived from the airport, but now…I feel safe, not completely safe, but much safer than I feel out there. I hate that the bastard has me so terrified that I can't even go to the store to pick up diapers without worrying he's going to find us. I hate that this has become my life; but if it means keeping Teddy safe I'll do whatever it takes. There's no way I'm going to let him get his hands on Teddy; not after what he put Kate through.

The rest of the day passes by quietly; normally I would be getting dinner ready but since we're going to Christian's office tonight I don't have much to do in the afternoon. When Teddy naps I take the monitor and head out to the balcony; until today I've only been out here at night. Every night since I arrived, I've ended up out here after a nightmare. The cool air is the only thing that seems to help pull me back from it, so that when I close my eyes I don't see him over me, so I don't smell him on me, so I don't hear his voice against my skin. The cool air and the distance sounds all help, but what seems to help even more is…Christian. He's been out here each night since I arrived; he usually comes out after I've been here for at least half an hour or so sometimes longer. By the time he comes out I'm usually feeling a little better, at least I'm no longer trapped in the nightmare and the memories of that night. He never asks me why I'm out there, although I'm sure he has an idea. Instead he offers me a drink and we sit and talk.

I didn't expect him to be so easy to talk to, in fact it's hard to reconcile the man I hear yelling during conference calls to the man who meets me out here every night. It's as if they're two different people. The man who sits out here with me, is quiet, easy going and seems to know what I need even when I don't. The other night he asked me about Kate and what my life was like before this craziness all started; I don't know how he knew but that was exactly what I needed. After that nightmare, I needed to forget all of this shit for a little while. Talking about Kate before she met the bastard and my job before I had to leave…that's what I needed. I don't know how he knew that I needed that.

If this was a different time and I was a different person, maybe things between us could have been different. Though even if things weren't the way they were, things would never go anywhere between us. Guys like Christian, who are sweet, understanding and incredibly good looking, never go for the quiet girl next door type that I am. They go for a gorgeous, super model look alike who will look stunning on their arm. Not the girl who is covered in bruises and broken ribs who is raising her nephew while on the run from a man who killed her sister.

Teddy's cooing has me shaking my head at the stupid thoughts before walking back into the room we share. He's lying in his crib looking just as happy as he was before he went down for a nap, as if he doesn't have a care in the world. I can only hope that one day our lives will be normal and he'll never have to know how we were on the run from the man who was his father. Of course I'll tell him all about his mother, but there's no way I'm going to tell him about the hell that his father put us through. Not if I can help it anyway.

An hour or so later we're on our way to GEH; I don't know why but for some reason I'm less nervous going there than I was to the store earlier. Maybe it's because I know there will be less people at GEH or because there's more security at GEH than at the store. Whatever the reason, once again when we pull into the underground secure parking I breathe a sigh of relief.

"What would you like me to carry up for you Ms. Steele?" Sawyer asks.

"I think I'm just going to bring the diaper bag and the blanket," hopefully Teddy will be as good during the meeting as he normally is at the apartment but I brought a bunch of toys and extra bottles that will hopefully help if he gets fussy.

"I'll carry that," he takes the diaper bag out of my hand before I can object. I keep my purse close to me and of course Teddy is on my chest in the carrier. I'm so thankful that Kate had the carrier in the diaper bag when I went to her apartment to pack up things for Teddy. I didn't want to be there any longer than I needed to, so I grabbed the diaper bag, some clothes and his favorite blanket. All I could think about was getting to my dad's house, I couldn't imagine the shape he was in and I wanted to be there for him. I thought I would have time to go back to her apartment; to get her things and Teddy's things but I never did.

"Right through here," Sawyer leads me into a small door at end of the parking lot.

The main elevator is at the other end of the lot; this elevator is much smaller and probably used for deliveries. We go up one floor to the main lobby after Sawyer swipes his badge over the reader. We're let out at the end of long hallway which leads to the main lobby. As Jason explained this morning, the lobby was empty and dim. It doesn't stop me from looking around the gorgeous area, although it's not the design that I'm focused on. I'm looking for anything out for anything that might stand out, anything to show that someone is hiding in a shadow that Sawyer might not see. I step to the back of the elevator as the doors close and watch as Sawyer types in a code and waves his badge before we start moving. A few minutes later we arrive on the top floor of the building and the doors open to smaller version of the lobby downstairs. The large desk in front of us is empty as is the entire lobby; Sawyer leads me around the corner to a large conference room where everyone is already seated and waited. I instantly search the room, unease settling over me as I take in the people around the table.

"Come have a seat Ana," Jason approaches me and I realize I'm still standing in the doorway. "Sawyer's going to stay outside the door."

There's two men sitting on one side of the table that I don't know; Christian is at the end of the table and there are several empty seats on the other side. I quickly move to the opposite side of the table, so I can sit across from the two men I don't know but between Jason and Christian. I'm surprised to see Christian here; I expected him to be far too busy to be here especially since it really doesn't have anything to do with him. Although I suppose he could be here just to see how his resources are being used since he's the one paying for it.

"Ana, this is Welch, Mr. Grey's head of security at GEH and Barney head of IT support and internet security," Jason introduces. "Gentleman this is Ana and Teddy."

"Nice to meet you," I say.

"Sorry we need to meet under these circumstances," Welch says.

"Nice to meet you too," Barney adds.

"Thank you for meeting with me…I know it's late," I add.

"It's not late," Barney chuckles glancing at Christian.

"Not by far," Christian agrees.

"I've asked Welch and Barney to present what they've found on Braxton and then we go from there," Jason explains.

"Okay," I take a deep breath readying myself to hear details about the man who I despise more than anyone in the world.

"The most basic information is a matter of public record," Welch begins. "Joseph Braxton junior is the son of the owner of the Braves baseball team. His father's estimated wealth, excluding the baseball team since he is not the sole owner, is just over 3 million dollars. Junior's net wealth is far less, at just over 1.5 million though most of this is the home that his father purchased for him. Joseph Braxton junior draws a salary from the Braves. His official title is assistant manager, but from what we can tell he has no true responsibilities. He occasionally travels with the team but does not attend every game even when traveling with them. He has no debt and is his house is paid for; the salary he draws tends to be his party money for lack of a better term."

"Sounds about right," Kate complained constantly about him spending their money on drinking and gambling.

"I'm assuming you found things that were not a matter of public record?" Christian asks.

"Correct," Welch turns to Barney.

"While junior has no criminal record, he is known by the Atlanta police department as well as police departments in several other states-"

"Why?" I interrupt.

"Junior has been questioned by numerous police departments over the last ten years on suspicion of domestic violence crimes," Barney says. "Charges were never formally pressed and he always denied doing anything to the women-"

"How many women?" I ask.

"Thirteen," Barney winces. "Although there is suspicion that there are others that did not report their injuries to the police."

"Thirteen?! How the fuck did he get away with it?" Christian slams his fist on the table and Teddy jumps in my lap letting out a startled cry. "Shit, sorry Ana."

"It's fine," I rub Teddy's back and immediately settles. "I'm guessing Daddy paid off the women?"

"We're still putting the pieces together, but we've been able to confirm this was the case with at least six of the women," Welch says.

"How did you confirm they were paid off?" I ask.

"We accessed everyone's bank accounts," Barney explains. "Withdrawals were made from senior's bank account and within 48 hours later money was deposited in the same amount to the woman's bank account. Technically the money didn't come from senior's account as they went through a third party, but the dates and the amounts align perfectly."

"What else?" Jason asks.

"He appears to be a violent drunk," Barney continues. "Bar fights, hotel brawls, issues with players of the opposite teams, you name it. Again, all swept under the rug so the press never finds out about it."

"Did you find anything…that ties him to Kate's…to her car?" I ask.

"Yes and no," Welch answers. "Nothing we found can be used in a court of law."

"But?"

"Junior has an email account that he uses to communicate…with his friends," Barney stresses the las word. "This account isn't in his name and on the surface it can't be tied to him-"

"But?" I repeat.

"He's not very smart with technology," Barney smirks. "He accesses the email account regularly from his work laptop and even has the computer remember the password. So it was easy to hack into."

"What did you find?" I'm getting impatient.

"There's several emails with a guy simply referred to as Q," Barney continues. "From what I can tell this is the guy who is leading things on the ground so to speak. They talk about a package which based on the dates I assume is your sister. First the package needs to be located, then it needs to be fixed before it's ready for delivery which I assume is when they…actually cut the brakes. Then on the day of the…accident there is an email stating the package was delivered and received. There was a heated exchange as to why the second package wasn't delivered and received-"

"The second package?" Christian asks.

"Teddy," I cringe. "He was supposed to be in the car with Kate."

"Fuck," he pushes away from the table and pours himself a glass of bourbon before handing me one without even asking. I take a large gulp of it, needing something stronger to get through this conversation.

"Did you find anything else?" I ask.

"There's back and forth emails that start a few days after…the accident," Barney continues. "This time they talk about needing to find a package to pick up and they talk about the possible whereabouts of that package. There's then a confirmation that the package was picked up."

"Now this is when things aren't as clear since we don't know exactly what happened," Welch adds. "Junior stresses that he needs to know where the second package is and instructs Q to do what's necessary to find out where the important package is. He's smart though, he never talks about a person or suggests anything happen to someone specifically; everything is extremely vague. There is then an email from Q that states the package was been lost in transit and they're starting a trace on the package."

"That's me, I'm the package," I say even though I'm sure everyone knows that already.

"We assume so," Welch confirms.

"Do we know where this Q fucker is looking for her?" Jason asks.

"Yes, he's following a lead up to northern Maine-" Welch says.

"A lead?" I ask.

"What the fuck is in Maine?" Jason asks.

"Ana may have been spotted at a local fundraiser in a small town in northern May," Barney smiles.

"What? I've never been to Maine," I'm confused.

"You may not have been but there's a picture on a website that says otherwise," he clicks a button and a facebook profile appears on the wall and sure enough there is a picture of me at an event to raise money for childhood cancer. It's some type of children's event with bounce houses; the picture is of me pushing a stroller with a baby under a blanket.

"How did you…."

"Photoshop is a wonderful tool if you know how to use it," Barney smiles.

"We threw them a bone to send them on a chase," Welch explains. "We have a few other pages and pictures ready to for when they realize you're no longer in Maine. Our plan will be to keep them on the east coast as long as possible, but we may add in a mid west state here and there so it doesn't look like you're keeping to that coast."

"Wow…you can do that?" I ask amazed.

"We can," Barney confirms.

"It's only temporary, but the hope is it will buy us enough time to find something we can turn over to the police," Welch says.

"The police won't do anything," I warn. "Kate tried them, they did nothing."

"The police may not want to step in, but the FBI will. With the right information in the right hands, they won't be able to ignore what's going on," Welch explains.

"Daddy will just pay them off, just like he has with everyone else," I argue.

"Money talks Ana," Christian says. "And I have more."

"I can't let you-"

"Don't," he cuts me off quickly. "I know enough people that can keep attention focused on a situation so Daddy's money won't fix this."

"We need some information from you Ana," Welch continues as though Christian and I hadn't said a word. "We need to try to figure out who Q is and how many men he is working with. I hate to ask…"

"What do you need?"

"We don't know…exactly what happened," Welch avoids looking at me. "Anything you can remember about who….hurt you, where they took you, how they got you there…anything you remember."

"I remember everything," I close my eyes for a brief moment before opening them. "We were getting ready to…run I guess you could say. My dad had already left with Teddy; we were going to drive separately to avoid being followed. We even left on separate days. I was supposed to follow the next day, but instead of going to our destination I stopped at Kate's apartment. I….Teddy had a favorite stuffed animal that he liked to sleep with that I wanted to get. It seems so stupid now…"

"It wasn't stupid, Ana," Jason says quickly. "You were worried about him."

"A lot of good it did me," I shake my head. "I parked a few blocks away; I had a rental car but didn't want to park in front of her apartment building in case it was being watched. They…I was grabbed as soon as I walked out of her building. A tall man, darker skin, heavy accent. He held a gun to my back and told me not to say a word; he threatened to kill me right there if I didn't go with him. It was probably only a second later, but a white cargo van pulled up and he shoved me in. The driver took off before the door was closed."

"Do you remember anything about the van?" Jason asks quietly.

"White, but dirty; dents on the side. No windows in the back; the inside smelled like…oil or grease of some type. There were shelves along the side of it with wires and ropes hanging from it," I clutch Teddy tighter as the memory of the van comes back.

"What happened next?" Jason asks.

"He tied my wrists together with rope and put something over my eyes; I tried kicking him but he was a lot heavier than me. I remember hearing the door slide open; I think he threw my purse out the door because I know I had it when I left Kate's apartment," I take a deep breath.

"Do you need a break?" Christian asks.

"No, I'm fine," I say firmly needing finish this. If it helps find the bastards who are after us I'll relive that night as many times as they need me to. "We drove for awhile; it seemed like forever but eventually they stopped. I was dragged from the van, through dirt and rocks into an abandoned warehouse. There were two men at that point; the driver and the guy who took me on the sidewalk. I never saw the driver, but his voice was deeper and he had an accent. I think they were both from New York, or that's where the accent sounded like they were from. They…I was thrown on the floor. It was cold and wet; I could hear water dripping from somewhere but no other sounds. They…"

"Take your time, there's no hurry," Jason assures me when I pause for a few minutes.

"They wanted to know where Teddy was, where my dad was taking him," I stand up and pace the floor with Teddy still in my arms. "Apparently they saw my dad leave his house with Teddy but had lost them at some point. That's when they came back for me. They….they tied me to a metal pole and….tried to get information from me."

I pause and take a few toys from the diaper bag, giving them to Teddy to play with and lay him down on the blanket on the floor. I don't know if Christian minds a baby on his floor, but he was getting antsy in my arms which usually means he wants a change in scenery. As soon as I put him down it does the trick and he's happy again.

"I didn't know anything to tell them," I continue. "My dad…didn't tell me where we were going. I was supposed to call him when I got to an agreed upon point. I would call him and he would then give me the next address to go to. The idea was if no one was following me after the second stop I would meet them at the final destination. I had no idea where we were going or who we were meeting. Eventually I told them…that. They wanted me to call my dad and tell him I was where we were supposed to meet but the number to call my dad was in my phone which was in my purse."

"Which they threw out of the van," Jason realizes.

"Yes. When I convinced them I didn't know the number since he had just bought a new prepaid phone, the one guy left. He said something about going back and finding my purse and told the other guy to wait for him. They both went outside and I heard the van leave; the other guy didn't come back in and I knew that I had to do something. They hadn't searched me so they didn't know that I had a knife strapped to my ankle. I used it to cut the rope on my wrists but before I could do anything else the first guy came back in. He started screaming that his boss was going to be mad and that I'd be lucky if he allowed them to kill me quickly. He said his boss preferred to watch people die slowly," I cringe. "He knelt down in front of me, he was so close to me…I can tell you he smokes, a lot. He reeked of cigarette smoke and beer. He put both his hands on my shoulders, he was shaking me and trying to bang my head against the pole-"

"Jesus Christ," I vaguely here Christian mumble.

"Since both of his hands were on my shoulders I knew he didn't have the gun, at least not on him," I continue. "When he wrapped a hand around my throat I let him think I passed out, and when he wasn't expecting me to move I brought the knife around and stabbed him in thigh. I pulled the blindfold off, kicked him to the floor and stabbed him again in his stomach."

"Holy shit," Barney says.

"You stabbed him?" Jason asks.

"Yes, twice," I confirm. "Once in the outer thigh and the second time in the stomach."

"Fuck," Christian hisses but I don't look at him. I don't know why but I didn't want him to know I did that; I didn't want him to know that I nearly killed a man. Even though the bastard deserved it and far more, I didn't want him to know what I did. How fucked up is that? I'm fine with Welch and Barney knowing, two complete strangers and Jason who has known me since I was little. But not Christian, a man I know little about who knows little about me, who I do nothing more than have a few conversations with at night…it makes no sense.

"How did you get away?" Welch asks.

"I didn't want to go out the door since I didn't know when the other guy would be back, so I found a window on the other side of the building and broke it. I jumped down and ran in the opposite direction of the road. I ran through the woods barefoot…at some point I had lost the stupid flip flops I had thrown on wanting to be comfortable for a long car ride. Anyway, at some point I came to a road and decided to head in the opposite direction of Kate's house. I figured they assumed I would head back there so I headed in the opposite direction. I eventually came to a small gas station and called my dad-"

"You knew the number the entire time?" Jason asks.

"My dad made me memorize it before he left, just in case," I shrugged. "I knew if I gave that number up it would be over; they would find my dad and find Teddy. I couldn't let that happen."

"Fuck Ana," Christian says and I finally look towards him. I can't read the look in his eyes; I don't know what he's thinking. I don't know why it matters to me what he thinks of me.

"Do you remember where the warehouse was? Fuck, I wish we had the knife to try to pull DNA from," Welch says.

"I have the knife," I say.

"What?"

"You do?"

"You still have it?"

"It's back at the apartment," I say and pull a similar one from my ankle. "It was longer than this one, but not as wide."

"You always have that with you?" Barney asks.

"Only when I leave the apartment, along with a handgun," I gesture towards my purse sitting on the chair next to Taylor.

"If you could give the knife you used to Taylor I know a guy who owes me a favor," Welch says. "I'd like to see if he could pull any DNA from it. We can then run it against the forensic database and see if we get a hit."

"He won't know where the knife came from? I can't-"

"No, he won't have any idea," Welch reassures me. "Any chance you know where the warehouse was? Maybe we will get lucky and whoever owns the place had security cameras installed or knows who these bastards are?"

"I can give you the address of the gas station and we can work backwards from there?" I suggest.

"Sure, go for it," Barney says quickly bringing up a map on the wall. I give him the address of the gas station which he immediately types in.

"Can you switch it to satellite mode?" I request. "Zoom out and follow that road north, keep going….a little further…that's it."

"That has to be at least twelve miles," Welch says. "You're sure this is the ware house?"

"Yes," I say confidently. "If you go further north you'll see the road we came in on, follow that road out and eventually it'll come to the highway."

"Do you guys have enough?" Jason asks.

"Yes, we have a lot to work with now," Welch confirms.

"As soon as Braxton gets back to Atlanta he'll turn on his laptop and my virus will take over. I'll be able to see what's on his home computer once that happens," Barney announces.

"You can do that?" I ask.

"All I need him to do is start up the computer and the virus will do it's job; I'll have complete access to everything on his computer. Files, browser history, pictures, chats, you name it."

"Do we know when he's due back in Atlanta?" Jason asks.

"Based on the schedule, I would say three maybe four days tops depending if they stop on the drive home," Welch says.

"By the weekend I should know more," Barney confirms.

"If you need more resources or anything to do what you need to do, it's approved," Christian says and I look at him surprised.