DISCLAIMER: Fifty shades of Grey or its' characters do NOT belong to me. I own the plot and more than a few characters though. I would like to remind you that this is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real people or places is accidental.

Thanks so much to my awesome Beta, Ninkita

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*Information:*

Ana and her friends = 24 years old

Christian = 28 years old

Mia = 22 years old

Elliot = 30 years old

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Chapter -8:

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Ever since Christian had returned from the police station the day before, he had this sickening feeling in his stomach. He was feeling awfully guilty for his behavior, but he was NOT going to say those words out loud. No, that was's not why he had that sickening feeling. Last time when Ana was sent away because of him, that crazy girl had sent him a half-tamed ferret in retaliation. After what happened the day before, he was sure Ana was going to do somethingone big this time and it wouldn't be a ferret. If it was had been someone else, Christian could've predicted that they would sue him. He would've paid the bill and been done with it. Ana, however, was unpredictable. He didn't know what she was going to do. His beliefve solidified when he didn't get any notice that she was suing or anything in the next few days. Other than canceling their contract, he didn't hear from Ana or her team. That worried him. He could still hear her words clearly. "You, Mr. Grey, are an ungrateful asshole. If you think you'll just go on with your life normally after this, then you don't know how wrong you are…. Oh, you fool! I'm not threatening you. I'm promising you…" she had said.

Shaking his head to get his the thoughts out of his head, he and got out of the elevator. Taylor followed him out and opened the door of the penthouse for him. "Thank you, Taylor. Hey, it's 7 pm only and tomorrow is Saturday. Why don't you take Gail out for dinner? I'm not going anywhere tonight. You can have some time off," Christian told him with a mild smile.

"Are you sure, sir? You look tense. Is it because of the whole Ms. Steele situation? I'm sure if you give her a proper apology, then you'll feel less… guilty," Taylor suggested hesitantly.

"Taylor, leave me alone, please," Christian replied sternly before heading inside.

Nodding his head, Taylor headed towards the kitchen to tell her Gail the news. Christian headed to Dodger's room and was greeted by excited chatters of the ferret. The creature did a little war dance, a series of sideways hops that expressed pure delight. Christian's insides filled with warmth. "Good evening, you flea-ridden hair ball. Come here," he said opening the cage's gate. Dodger hopped out of the cage and hurriedly climbed over Christian's shoulder. Christian grabbed the ferret carefully and cuddled with him as he started chatting about his day with Dodger. Dodger replied with chatters of his own, making its seem that he was talking back. Christian played with his ferret for an hour. The both were tired by the play time. Christian had both tons of toys for his ferret and as well as training courses that they did together. He liked to bond with his pet first thing after returning home. "You and I will go for a walk at the park tomorrow, okay? Why don't you play at the ball pit for now?" Christian left Dodger at the ball pit, while he . He refilled Dodger's the ferret's bowl and water. Checking on his pet once more, he left after closing the door behind him.

Reaching the living room, he found Gail and Taylor waiting for him at the doorway. "You're heading out?" Christian inquired.

"Yes, sir," they replied.

"Have fun," Christian wished them before they headed out. He headed to his room and started undressing. He really needed a hot shower. His shoulders were aching from all these tensions of the day. His parents had called him this morning when they learned what he had done to Ana. They scolded him like he was an unruly teenage boy. He was had been sulking silently since then. Naked, he walked to his bathroom and stared at the mirror.

"I was not unjustified in my reaction. It could've easily been her who stole the USB drive," he said to the mirror.

Giving himself a nod, he went to the shower stall. He rested his arm against the wall after turning the water on. Closing his eyes, he let the hot water ruan over his body. It took him 30 seconds to realize something was wrong, and another 30 seconds to realize what was wrong. The shower stall was smelling like chicken for some mysterious reason. Christian frowned before opening his eyes. He was startled when he saw the water was slightly brown. "What?" he muttered before stepping away from under the water. "Why is the water brown? And why does itthis smell like chicken in here?" he said to himself. After a few minutes, the water's color cleared. Christian washed himself off hurriedly and got ouit. Pulling on his white terry velour shawl collar bathrobe, he headed out of the bathroom.

Confused, he went downstairs. His head was aching from the constant smell of the chicken. Reaching the kitchen, he started making coffee. He went to run his hand through his hair but stopped midway when his hand reached his face. His skin was also smelling like chicken. "I need another shower… and preferably one in another bathroom," he grumbled. He quickly drank the coffee as he read flipped through the newspaper.

Once done, he went back to the master bathroom. Taking his shampoo, he headed to the guest room's bathroom. Removing his robe, Christian started taking his shower. He was lost in thought, wondering about why his bathroom would smell like chicken, so that for the first few minutes he didn't notice anything weird around him. He was washing the shampoo from his hair when he finally noticed it. The scream that tore from him startled even himself. "WHAT THE FUCK?!" he exclaimed before quickly getting out of the shower stall. Standing in front of the mirror, he stared at his body in disbeliefve. From head to toe, he was all pink. "How?! What?!" he stammered out, wide eyed. "I HAVE to be dreaming. This can't be happening," he shook his head trying to wake himself up.

His phone suddenly started ringing. Giving one last look at his body's new neon pink hue, Christian headed to the guest room. His phone was on the bed and the phone ID showed an unknown number calling. He was too frustrated and confused by the incidents to wonder about the unknown number. "Hello?" he said answering the phone.

"¿Hola? Estoy llamando por esas cabros libres," came from the other end of the phone. ["Hello? I'm calling about those free goats,"]

"Huh?! I'm sorry… Goats?" Christian had learned Spanish in high school, but it had been a decade since he last practiced the language. So, other than the words 'want' and 'gGoats', Christian didn't understand anything.

"¿Si. Quiero esas cabros prometidas. ¿Cuando puedo conseguirlos?" replied the man on the phone. ["Yes. I want those promised goats. When can I get them?"]

"Lo siento. Wrong number," he said before hanging up. "Goats?" he muttered before shaking his head. He had more important things to worry about. Like why his body color was npeon pink all of a sudden and where is the smell of piss was coming from.

Christian went back to the bathroom and put on his bathrobe before cursing under his breath. His fluffy white bathrobe now had pink paint on it. "WHAT THE FUCKING HELL IS THIS?" he growled. He went to another bathroom and took another shower, but he was still pink… if not pinker.

"Why isn't it getting off?" he questioned out loud, "and where is that god awful piss smell coming from?" Hhis phone rang again. "I hope it's Taylor. He might have some insight for this," Christian muttered before receiving the phone. "Hello?"

"Estoy llamando a las cabras libres gratis. ¿Puedo obtener cuatro cabras en lugar de dos?" said a woman from the other end of the phone. ["I'm calling for the free goats. Can I get four goats instead of two?"]

"Again goats?! You're calling the wrong number. Um… numero equ… euvocado… equivocado," he somehow managed to say. ["Wrong number,"]

"¿Eso significa que no hay cabra?" the woman asked sadly. ["Does that mean no goat?"]

"No. No goats," Christian replied before hanging up. He started dialing Taylor's number when his phone rang again. In the next 15 minutes, he received 6 back to back phone calls about goats. Frustrated by these calls, Christian switched off his phone.

He went to sit on the couch when he recalled that he was pink. Sighing angrily, he started pacing around the living room while grumbling under his breath. Suddenly, his abdomen started clenching and hurting. Grabbing onto his stomach, Christian winced. Before he could stop or think, he farteds loudly, causing his eyes to widen in shock. Since it was's a normal body function, he ignored it, but his stomach pain was increasing rapidly. At one point he couldn't stop himself from running towards the nearest bathroom. It looked like he had a severe case of diarrhea. Finally, when he was done with the commode, his hand reached for the toilet paper. Christian's eyes widened when he saw the tissue stand was empty. Looking around he saw that there was no toilet paper in the bathroom.

"This can't be happening…" he stated in total disbeliefve. Running his fingers through his hair, he said to himself, "It's like someone is taking revenge from m…. wait a minute! Revenge? Ana! Yes! She is the only crazy person who would do things like these," he growled angrily as all the things that had happened to him since he came home flashed through his mind.

Determined to not fall for her pranks, he got up from the commode and headed to the shower. He washed his lower body with soap and headed out of the bathroom. "I need to find some toilet paper first," he muttered before he started looking for them. There wasn't even a single roll of toilet paper to be found in the whole penthouse. Huffing angrily, Christian pulled on one of his boxer-briefs and a pair of sweatpants. He switched on his phone and called Taylor.

"Hello, sir?" Taylor greeted answering the phone.

"On your way home, remember to buy some toilet paper," Christian ordered before hanging up. His stomach was still hurting. Wincing, he returned to the bathroom.

2 hours later, Christian was finally able to relax. His stomach had stopped hurting and he didn't hadn't hadve to go to the bathroom in the last 20 minutes. He was laying on his bed, trying to take a nap now that he didn't have to run to the bathroom every few minutes, but for some reason, his crotuch was itching. Since he had to remove his pants every few minutes, he didn't hadn't noticed it before, but ever since he wore his pants, his crotuch had been itching like mad.

"She did something with my clothes too, didn't she?" he stated dryly before getting up from his bed. Glancing at his bed sheet, he sighed. The bed sheet now had pink on it. Sneering at the bed, Christian called Welch.

"Good evening, Sirs," Welch greeted.

"Welch, check the penthouse's CCTV footage and let me know if you find anything strange," Christian ordered.

"Certainly, sir," Welch replied.

Hanging up the phone, Christian went downstairs. He was heading towards the kitchen when his eyes fell on to the large white teddy bear sitting on the couch. Frowning, he went to it and started reaching for it when his phone rang. Without looking at the ID, he received the call.

"YOU MOTHER FUCKING COCK SUCKING ASSHOLE! HOW DARE YOU?! YOU TOLD ME TO SEND THOSE PAPERS AND NOW YOU'RE SAYING YOU DIDN'T? HOW COULD YOU BE SO HEARTLESS?! I'VE A FAMILY TO FEED. HOW WILL I DO THAT IF I GET FIRED, YOU ASSHOLE!?" yelled someone from the other end of the phone.

Startled, Christian removed the phone from his ear and stared at the phone. "What papers? What?' he muttered before putting the phone back on his ear. 'Um… I think you have the wrong number. I didn't ask you to send any papers," Christian said.

"Oh, I know that. Thanks for hearing me out, man. Bye," said the person on the phone before hanging up.

"What the hell?" Christian stared at his phone for 2 minutes straight, not understanding what just happened. His phone rang again. He didn't want to answer it but curiosity won and he answered. "Hello?' he greeted hesitantly.

"Honey, I'm sorry I cheated on you with your brother, but what could I do? His dick is bigger than yours," a man whined from the other end of the phone.

Christian's eyes widened. "Okay. Bye," he said before hanging up. When his phone rang again and the phone ID showed it was another unknown number, Christian silenced his phone and said "Nope. Not again. First the goats, then these strange calls. UGH…"

Taylor and Gail finally returned half an hour later with grocery bags with them. They were puzzled why Christian suddenly demanded toilet papers like that. "MR. GREY?!" Taylor called out.

"I'M IN HERE!" Christian replied from the top floor.

Frowning, Taylor and Gail headed upstairs. Usually, Christian would be in his office at this time. "Do you think he's sick?" Gail asked her husband.

"I hope not. Though… if he was indeed sick, then why would he ask for toilet paper?" Taylor stated in confusion.

"Yeah. You know what's strange? I bought toilet paper just a few days ago. Why would he need more?" Gail asked.

"That is strange," Taylor stated before knocking on the master bedroom's door. "Sir?"

"Come in," "came Christian's reply.

Opening the door, both Taylor and Gail were shocked. Their boss was sitting on the bed and he was pink. The room was also smelling like pee for some reason. "Sir?" the question in Taylor's tone was clear.

"Yeah. So, this happened after you guys left," Christian stated dryly, then he started telling them what happened in last few hours. "And on top of these bloody annoyances, I've been getting two weird kinds of calls. One type set of people are calling for goats in Spanish and the other type set of people are either yelling at me or doing sharing crazy confessions. I mean what the hell?!" he exclaimed angrily.

"I'll get Barney on the call thing and get back tocalling Welch to see if he found something or not. But I think I should check your shower first. By the way, why do you smell like pee though?" Taylor inquired at last.

"It started after the second shower," Christian grumbled as he continued to itch. Seeing Taylor's raised eyebrow, Christian added, "it started itching after I put on my clothes.,"

Nodding, Taylor left the room to head to his security office. "Sir, would you like to eat something?" Gail asked.

"Maybe something simple?"

"How does soup and a grilled cheese sandwich sounds?"

"That sounds yummy. Thanks, Gail," Christian gave her a tired smile. After pooping for hours, he felt like death had warmed over him.

With a nod, Gail hurried to the kitchen. 20 Twenty minutes later, she returned with a bowl of thick tomato soup and grilled cheese sandwiches. Giving him the tray, she asked, "Would you like some milk, sir?"

"No thanks," Christian replied before shoving a sandwich in his mouth.

Taylor returned a few minutes later and headed straight to the master bathroom. "What the fuck?" his exclamation was heard clearly from the bedroom. Christian and Gail exchanged curious looks. Taylor returned a few seconds later with a glower on his face. "There wereas traces of chicken bouillon in the shower head. Welch checked the CCTV footage but he found nothing strange was in there. How someone managed to pull this off is a mystery," he informed, pissed. He didn't like how that someone had managed to breach their security protocol.

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Next Morning.

Christian's morning held another small incident when he went to brush his teeth. Someone had exchanged his toothpaste with glue. Other than that, everything was normal until he drank orange juice with breakfast and his diarrhea started all over again. Since Taylor had cleaned out the showerhead in the master bathroom, Christian was able to shower. So, the pink color of his skin had lightened considerably. He decided not to didn't go to GEH today, though. He really didn't want anyone to see him looking like the pink panther. Taylor arrived with Welch, Barney and an unknown person. Christian was sitting on the couch working on his laptop with an old t-shirt underneath him so as not to stain the white couch and working on his laptop. Seeing the stranger, Christian gave Taylor a questioning look.

"Sir, this is Mack. He is a forensic specialist. I asked him here to check on a few items you were having trouble with,"

"The pee smell and itching?" Christian asked.

"Yes, sir," Taylor nodded before leading away the man with him.

"Barney! Welch! Take a seait. Did you find something?" Christian inquired.

"Uuh… yes, sir. Um… why are you… pink, sir?" Barney inquired.

Christian shot him a glare before asking, "Welch? What did you find?"

"Sir, it seems yesterday for more than half an hour, the CCTV of the penthouse was put on loop. It looks to be the work of some an experienced hacker because the hacking was done from outside the building," Welch informed.

"What was the last thing before the loop started?" Christian asked frowning.

"It started after Ms. Gail left the apartment.,"

"Did anyone come here before she left? Because I talked to the other CPOs and they said the elevator broke right after Gail left.,"

"Other than that delivery, nothing and no one came here," Welch answered.

"Delivery?" Christian questioned, puzzled.

"That teddy bear was delivered yesterday. Other than the delivery man, no one else came up," Welch said, pointing at the teddy sitting on the other side of the room.

"Gail? Can you come here for a minute, please?" Christian called out.

"Yes, Mr. Grey?" Gail came hurriedly.

"Who sent that teddy bear?" Christian asked pointing towards the bear.

"The package said 'From Mia Grey'," Gail responded.

"Okay. Thanks," Christian nodded at her. "Mia does delivers clothes and other stuff for me occasionally. It's not abnormal," he informed Welch.

"Okay, then I'll look again for abnormalities," Welch stated before leaning back.

"Barney, what did you find? Why am I getting those strange calls?" Christian asked.

"Mr. Grey, sir, it seems someone had put two ads on Craigslist with your number," Barney started as he pulled out his iPad and handed it to Christian, "As you can see, the first ad says, 'Call this number and get 2 free goats. Hablas espanol.' 'Hablas espanol' roughly translates to 'you must speak Spanish'," he explained. "Here is the second ad. As you can see, it says, 'Having a bad day? No worries! Just call this number and take it out on me. Because I'm an asshole and I deserve it! PRANK CALLS welcome!' That's why you've been getting those strange calls," Barney ended. "But the strangest thing of these all is… these ads were posted from your computer, Mr. Grey," he added hesitantly.

"WHAT?!" Christian bellowed angrily.

"I think whoever hacked the CCTVs, also hacked your computer," Welch guessed.

"Which computer was it?" Christian asked, barely controlling his anger.

"The one in your house office," Barney stated.

"I have the most elaborate security team. How the heck did they manage to hack into my CCTVs and computer?" Christian questioned as he got up from the couch and started pacing.

"Sir, if you don't mind… how did you get like… that?" Barney asked again pointing at Christian's hands.

"Pink?" At Barney's nod, Christian explained how all theseit had happened in a dry tone.

"All the evidence points that towards someone is pulling an elaborate prank on you," Welch concluded.

"Could it be your siblings? After all the only delivery came from your sister," Barney asked.

Christian frowned. Barney was right. Mia and Elliot did enjoy pulling pranks. But why did his gut say that it was Ana who did these things?. "Maybe?" he stated, confused.

Taylor and Mack, the forensic specialist, returned to the living room a few minutes later. Their expressions were a mix of amused ment and disturbed. "What did you find?" Christian asked curiously.

"I was right. Someone had shoved chicken bouillon in the showerhead of the master bathroom, while the showerheads of the other bathrooms had neon pink body paint in them," Taylor replied with a grimace on his face.

"That's why I'm this… awful color?" Christian asked in disbeliefve.

"Yes, Mr. Grey. If you had taken just one bath, you would've returned to your normal color by now, but since you took multiple baths, it's taking some time to get off," the forensic specialist explained.

"What else?" Christiana sked with a sigh.

"The toothpaste had school glue. All of your underwear was rubbed with poison ivy. Your shampoo and deodorant had pee in them. From what I could gather, it's some kind of animal pee. I'm guessing dog or cat," Mack continued,. "Oh yes! The milk, orange juice, and the Keurig water had laxative in them.,"

"It seems someone went to a lot of trouble to pull these pranks on you," Barney commented titling his head.

"That does match Elliot and Mia's style," Christian commented, "but… I doubt they had someone to hack into my computer," he hesitated.

That afternoon, Christian received a call from his parents. They were super extremely angry with him. They had just learned about his case against Ana and weren't happy about it. Saying that he had everything under control, Christian hung up. He knew at one point or another his parents would insist that he should personally apologizes to Ana. He knew he should do that, but his pride didn't want to bend in front of that girl.

The nNext three days passed by normally. Christian went back to work as he thought nothing more could happen. After all, whoever pranked him should be out of pranks by now. He didn't know how wrong he was. The next morning, he found his phone in the fridge… embedded in jelly.

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A/N: Did you like Ana's revenge? How would Christian react now? Leave me your thoughts in the review.