Ana POV

It's Monday morning, and I could really use another day of relaxation. I'm so not ready for work to start back up again despite having only been there for a week. I can't seem to relax or let my guard down around Jack, even though he hasn't done or said anything except maybe leaning in a little too close a few times. It's probably because I'm stressed about everything going on with Elliot's brother even though he hasn't made contact with anyone for two weeks.

"Good morning Ana. Any excitement this weekend?" Jack asks as he stops at my desk before entering his office.

"It was fine," I say, hoping he'll leave it at that.

"Nothing exciting happened?" he asks, winking like he a 16-year-old boy.

"Just spending time with my boyfriend."

"Boyfriend? Would that be the guy who picked you up Friday, when you couldn't stay late?"

"Uhmm... yes, that's him. Did you leave at the same time as me? I thought you were going to be working late?" I ask, remembering Elliot bringing it up as we were leaving.

"Uhmm... Yes, anyways you should get to work, you have a lot to make up for from Friday," he says curtly and retreats quickly to his office.

I get started on my work and try to forget about Jack and his weirdness.

Shortly after lunch, I get a call from Elliot, knowing it's probably important as he never calls me at work, I pick it up right away. We usually only text during the day, which is also much easier with his ever-changing schedule.

"Hi E.T."

"Hey baby, I've got some bad news. My last meeting with one of the new clients was just moved across town, so I'll probably be a little late picking you up. But no more than 30 minutes, I promise!" he says, sounding just as down about as I am.

"It's fine, don't worry. It'll give me a chance to catch up on some things from Friday."

"I'll text you when we're done, Banana," he promises.

"Just drive safe," I say and hang up the phone. At the same time, Jack comes out of his office, looking like a madman. His hair is all over the place, and the look on his face is enough to make me want to hide under my bed.

"No personal calls during business hours!" he sneers before turning back into his office, slamming his door so hard, I'm afraid the window in the door might break.

Oh please let Elliot's meeting end early...

It's 5 o'clock, and I'm hoping Jack will leave any minute and not stay late tonight, as I'm not sure how much more I can take of him today. He's been on me all day long, shouting and making demands. Hannah, one of the other assistants, has even noticed and questioned me about it.

"Good, you're still here, go make extra copies of these and bring them to my office for approval. I don't want you fucking anything up," Jack sneers before dumping a stack of papers on my desk. I'm really starting to reconsider whether a job in publishing is worth putting up with Jack. This is getting downright ridiculous.

It reminds me of pledge week in college, when freshmen tried to become members of some of the big sororities and fraternities. I never understood why the college allowed them to take it to the lengths they did. I've seen plenty of both guys and girls crying their eyes out because, despite everything they did, they didn't get in!

The copy room and kitchen are right next to each other, so I decide to make Jack a cup of coffee since he's obviously not leaving right away and hopefully it can cheer him up a bit. So while the copy machine goes to work, I go to the kitchen.

"The copier isn't in the kitchen," Jack sneers, scaring the life out of me.

"I know. I thought I'd make you a cup of coffee while the copy machine finishes up," I say, trying to keep my voice even, while I internally pray for Elliot to get here soon.

"Well at least, you're finally starting to live up to expectations," he says, as he leans against the door with his arms crossed.

"I'm going to get the copies now," I say, needing to escape this room and most of all, escape Jack. As I pass him, he leans in just a little and takes a deep breath through his nose followed by licking his lips. Oh my God, I think I might actually vomit. I can feel his eyes follow me to the copy room. As soon as I'm inside, I take a few deep breaths to calm myself down a little and quickly check my phone. It's 5:15, as soon as I've given Jack his things I'm getting out of here. I'd rather walk home than stay here one more minute alone with Jack.

I gather up all the papers in one arm, the coffee cup in my other hand, and hurry to Jack's office. Thankfully, he left his door open, as I'm not sure how I would've managed that without dropping something.

"Here's your coffee, these are the originals, and these are the copies," I tell him as I put everything down on his desk. He's leaned back in his chair with his elbows resting on the armrests and tenting his fingers while he looks at me. I'm not even sure he's heard anything I said.

"Before you leave for the night, there is something I want to talk to you about," Jack says as he gets up from his chair and walks towards the door that I left open.

Christian POV

I still can't believe Flynn got me to do this, but he's convinced that talking to my brother's girlfriend, is somehow going to get me out of this funk and get over this. I've been hiding away in Escala for weeks, and I'm pretty sure Taylor and Gail have put some serious thought behind throwing me over the balcony. I know that I've acted like an ass, but that's who I am and why I pay my staff so well.

It's way past 5 pm, but I've yet to see her exit the building. I've been sitting out front for almost 30 minutes, and I don't do waiting.

"Screw this! Taylor, we're going inside." I bark, forcefully opening my car door and hurriedly walk into the building.

Taylor and I walk into the lobby of the building, but there is no one around, not even security. Who the fuck runs this place?! Thankfully, there is a building directory in the lobby, showing us where Jack Hyde's office is.

Taylor pushes the button for the elevator but after waiting for a few minutes and it still hasn't arrived, I've had enough.

"You have got to be fucking kidding me!" I say in a harsh tone. I practically run for the stairs, with Taylor trying to keep up with me. I didn't even want to do this, but I know deep down Flynn is right.

Thankfully we're only going to the second floor. The second we step out onto the floor, we can see why the elevator never came. Someone has put a chair inbetween the doors preventing them from closing. Suddenly we hear what sounds like a muffled scream from somewhere on this floor. Taylor quickly pushes me behind him before we run in the direction of the scream.

Taylor is about to open the door to where we think the scream came from when a mass of brown hair bursts out the door and straight into Taylor, causing her to fall backward, but Taylor has fast reflexes and manages to get a hold of her arm, to keep her from falling.

I recognize her right away and quickly pull her out of Taylor's grip and out of what looks like an office, while Taylor goes into the room to see what's happened.

"Anastasia, are you okay?" I ask, sitting her down in a nearby chair, probably her own. It's only now that I notice her clothes are ripped, and I have a pretty fucking good idea what happened in that office.

"I... I... He..." she tries, but all she seems to be able to do is sob. I try my best to comfort her, but what the hell do you do with a crying woman?! I've always kept myself out of situations like this. I get my phone out and call Elliot, yes that's a good idea.

"Listen, whoever this is, I really don't have time to talk right now, I..."

"El, it's me. You need to get to SIP right now!" I say interrupting him. Does he always answer his phone like that?!

"Christian? Is that really you? Wait, SIP? Dude, where are you?" he starts firing off questions.

"Yes it's me, and yes I'm at SIP, and you need to get your ass here now! Something has happened..."

"I'm pulling up outside, I'm supposed to pick up Ana. I'm coming right up," he says before hanging up.

"Anastasia, stay here, I'll be back in a second okay? Elliot is on his way up," I tell her gently.

"No no, please don't go! Please. I'm begging you, please" she cries out, digging her nails into my arm to keep me from leaving.

"Okay, I won't go," I concur, getting back down in front of her, rubbing her back in an attempt to comfort her. Though I'm pretty sure this is as awkward to her as it is to me.

Elliot POV

I'm so late to pick up Ana, and I'm absolutely furious. That idiot kept going over the same things and asking the same questions over and over.

RIING RIIIING... Ugh not now, I do not have time for whoever this is, Ana is waiting for me, and I'm almost at her work.

"Listen, whoever this is, I really don't have time to talk right now, I..." I start before I'm interrupted by the most unexpected voice.

"El, it's me. You need to get to SIP right now!"

"Christian? Is that really you? Wait, SIP? Dude, where are you?" I ask, completely dumbfounded.

"Yes it's me, and yes I'm at SIP, and you need to get your ass here now! Something has happened..." I feel my blood run cold. If something has happened at SIP, it has to be Ana. Fuck, this is not happening!

"I'm pulling up outside, I'm supposed to pick up Ana. I'm coming right up,"

I jump out of the car and run inside, going straight for the stairs, taking two steps at a time. I can feel my heart pounding, the blood rushing in my ears, so I can't hear anything but own thoughts. My palms are sweating like crazy. She can't be hurt, she has to be okay, I keep chanting to myself.

I burst through the door once I reach the second floor. I can hear some low whimpers and sniffles and run towards the sound. Nothing could have prepared me for the sight of Ana sitting in a chair, her clothes ripped and my brother awkwardly trying to comfort her.

"Ana, baby!" I say running to her and gathering her in my arms. Christian looks almost grateful and quickly steps out of the way.

"It's okay, I'm here," I try to comfort but her tears are coming faster and harder as sobs wrack through her body, while she's clutching my shirt in her hands. I lift her off the chair and sit down in it with her in my lap. After what feels like hours, but is probably just a few minutes, I can hear multiple people coming towards us. I quickly look up and see two cops and two paramedics walking towards us. Thank fuck Christian is here and thought to call them! Christian comes out of the office next to where I am sitting with Ana and guide the cops into office, while the paramedics walk over to Ana and me. The female paramedic comes over and squats down in front of us while her partner stays back.

"What's her name?" She quietly asks me.

"Anastasia Steele," I tell her.

"Anastasia, my name is Alexis, and I'm a paramedic. Can you tell me if you're injured or hurting anywhere?" she asks in a soothing tone, not too different from the one you would use with a child.

"I don't think so," Ana hiccups while drying her tears.

"Would mind if I looked you over real quick, just to make sure?"

"No, that's fine," Ana whispers.

After skillfully checking Ana over while she's still seated in my lap, she tells us that it looks like Ana got away with only some bruises and a few scratches, but she still has to come to the hospital to get a more thorough check-up and to also photograph her injuries and ripped clothes for the police report.

One of the police officers come out of the office and goes over to the male paramedic, who quickly follows him into the office with the gurney. The police officer comes back out and approaches us.

"Hello Ms. Steele, I'm officer Martin, and I'm in charge of your case. Mr. Taylor and Mr. Grey have both given us their account from when they arrived tonight. My partner and I will take your statement at the hospital after you've been looked over by a doctor. Now Mr. Hyde needs immediate medical attention, so the ambulance and my partner are taking him to the hospital as we speak and another ambulance should be here any second to take you to Seattle Grace Hospital. Is that okay?"

"Do I have to go in an ambulance?" Ana asks quietly, as she stares at Hyde, who is being wheeled out of the office and towards the elevators.

"Yes, it's protocol. But someone can go with you if you want," he smiles at her.

Ana just nods and curls herself into me further, and I just keep murmuring comforting words to her. While we wait for the new ambulance for Ana, I see Taylor and Christian on the other side of the room speaking in hushed tones, and as though Christian can feel me looking at him. He turns to look at us and gives me a subtle nod while mouthing he called mom. Thank god! I didn't even think to do that.

Soon Ana is being loaded into the back of an ambulance, and I follow her into it while keeping a hold of her hand. She is shaking so bad now that the adrenaline has left her body, so the medics have wrapped her in several blankets.

They close the doors, and soon we are on our way.