A/N: I thought I'd try something other than 3rd person narrative, let me know what you guys think, if you prefer it this way or how I originally was doing it.

11:40pm:

Ana POV:

Ever since I was little I've been known as quiet, an old soul, introverted. I don't wear loud colors or go on crazy adventures, unless I'm following along in the pages of novel that is, in fact I've even been called mousy by some not very nice girls at school. And yet when I am nervous I talk... it's the strangest most ironic thing about me.

I fear I may tell Mr. Grey, I mean Christian, the size and color of my bra by the time we are out of here.

I can't believe I said all that about Hyde... what he must think of me. Probably that I'm foolish, that I should have known better, or worse maybe that I'm an opportunistic whore who will be out to "trap" him next.

"Whatever your thinking please stop it." Christian's voice boomed throughout the elevator shaking me from my inner dialogue.

My head quickly popped up and met his eyes,

"I'm sorry?" I asked unsure how he could tell what I was thinking, or why he would want me to stop, surely it was better than hearing me talk for hours on end.

He kept his eyes locked on mine, he exuded confidence and something I couldn't put my finger on but it made me feel safe, it was a strange feeling, I don't think I've ever felt before with a man that wasn't my father.

"You were beating yourself up over something, the look of shame and doubt came across your face." He explained to me.

"Am I that easy to read?"

"Yes." His bluntness made me giggle.

When I looked back in his eyes, something had changed but unlike me it was almost impossible to read Christian Grey.

Christian POV:

That giggle did something to me, the closest I can come to explaining it is... well I remember one Christmas when I was around 14 or 15 Mia made me and Elliot watch How the Grinch Stole Christmas, when I heard her giggle it was like when the grinch's heart begins to grow. I swear I felt something in me... thaw.

I cleared by throat and started talking again, desperate to get away from this feeling I couldn't apply logic to, I didn't have a heart... there was nothing there to thaw, how many times had that already been proven to me?

"So, your sister, she'll be alright?"

Ms. Steele nods, "Yes, she has a broken clavicle, several fractures to her femur, and a concussion, but the doctors are positive she'll make a full recovery, she's just desperate for something to distract herself from the pain and discomfort... I suggested adult coloring books and she chucked her jello at me and ordered me here." She smiles a little at the recent memory.

Of corse I knew all this already, well not the jello part, but Welch was keeping me up to date on the extent of her injuries as well as any news from her physicians and surgeons.

"I thought she persuaded you here with her big brown doe eyes?"

"Yes, that came after the jello and the threatening, she broke a little... I hated seeing her like that, I would have done anything to keep the tears out of her eyes."

"You love your sister," I observed out loud.

"Very much, as I'am sure you love your siblings."

I could only nod. When ever someone in my family had told me they loved me I had only ever responded with 'you too' the words 'I love you' had never come from my lips. They deserved better than me, I knew that, they deserved someone who would go out into a torrential downpour just to give them some distraction and relief. Someone truly capable of love. Not the son of bitch they got stuck with.

"Whatever your thinking please stop it." Ms. Steele spoke to me, I looked up and her sparkling blue eyes were filled with concern... compassion?

"What?" I asked

"You were beating yourself up over something, flickers of shame and doubt came across your face." She had used my own words against me.

"Am I that easy to read?" I asked this time borrowing her words.

"No, but it's getting easier."

Just then a loud grumble came from her stomach, good lord it was like she had smuggled a grizzly bear's cub into my office.

She clutched her stomach and blushed in embarrassment.

"Oh my god, I am so sorry, I forgot to eat lunch.. I was going to pick up a late dinner after this but-"

"You haven't eaten since breakfast!" I shouted at her, I could tell my disapproval and outrage had shocked her.

"I was at the hospital most of the day, they don't have the most appetizing choices." She tries to explain.

"That is no excuse!"

"Alright chill, honestly it's fine." She has the gaul to tell me, as if I'm being unreasonable.

"I will not chill and it is most certainly not fine! Tell me do you make a habit of this, skipping meals?" I demanded to know, it infuriated me to think she might not be taking proper care of herself.

"No, I told you I was at the hospital the whole day and I don't appreciate the way you are speaking to me right now!"

I chuckled, "You don't appreciate the way I am speaking to you?" I asked incredulously, the next part I mean to say under my breath but our confined quarters let her hear me... "I swear if you were mine you wouldn't be able to sit for a week."

"What's that supposed to mean?" She asked. I swear my heart stopped upon realizing she had heard me.

"Nothing, it was nothing." I told her praying she would just let it go.

"No, you said if I was yours I wouldn't be able to sit for a week, what did you mean by that?"

Fuck, what do I say?