If you haven't realised already, I have taken out the spanking from the previous chapter as there were some reviews that emphasised the hate for what happened. Instead of spanking her, Christian and Phoebe just shouted some more at the end of the chapter. I am sorry some of you were so offended.

So here is part two of the double update. Hope you enjoy because Chapter 9 may take a while as I'm trying to figure out how to write it.

Chapter 8: The Unfortunate

Monday morning was different to any other weekday in the Grey family. Phoebe decided not to get up as early as she was still angry with Christian. She honestly felt like she had ruined Nick's birthday, even though he insisted she hadn't. When she finally emerged from her bedroom, everyone else was up and running around getting ready for the day ahead. When she saw Christian walking along the hall, she thought it best just to go downstairs, instead of waiting all day for Teddy to get out of the bathroom.

Barrell was waiting by the front door, holding her school bag. This was his first day as her security without Mason, so the pressure was on. When he saw her, he jumped out of his seat and walked over to her. "Are you ready to go, Miss Grey?" he asked. She narrowed her eyes and looked down at her pyjamas.

"Do I look ready?" she asked sarcastically. He looked at her and shook his head. She sighed and went into the kitchen, where Ana was eating some granola. "Mum, do I have to deal with Barrell, all day? He's so annoying and he stays closer than he should." Ana looked sympathetic but nodded her head.

"I'm sorry, Cupcake, but you know that you have to have a guard with you. If you don't like Barrell, I'm sure if you talk to your father, he can sort out another guard for you."

"I still don't understand why we have to have security. Nothing's going to happen!" she snapped.

"You don't know that Phoebe." Christian said from the doorway. "If you and Barrell don't work out I will hire another member of security for you." Phoebe sighed and rolled her eyes. "Don't roll your eyes at me young lady! You know I don't like it."

"What are you going to do? Spank me?" she challenged her father.

"Don't say things like that, young lady," He replied. Ana shook her head and told them to be quiet and eat their breakfast. Phoebe just ignored her and went upstairs to get dressed. As she left, all her brothers entered the kitchen. Christian said he was leaving and kissed Ana on the cheek. After bidding farewell to the boys he left. Phoebe came back down wearing a simple pink dress that stopped at her knee. She wanted to wear a shorter one but none of them went higher than the knee. It was a short-sleeved dress and a low V neck. She slipped a cream cardigan over the top and put on her pink flat shoes.

"Where's dad?" she asked. Ana told her daughter where her father was. After grabbing all her books and shoving them in her bag, Phoebe ran out of the door, ignoring Ana's request to eat breakfast. Barrell drove her to school and when she exited the car, her mood was so down she didn't pay any attention to all the looks the younger students gave her. All Phoebe could think about was trying to fix things with Christian after realising that she was hurting him even more than he hurt her. They weren't going to solve anything by arguing all the time.

... ... ...

"Grey." Christian snapped into the phone. He'd been in a bad mood since his fallout with his daughter and he was taking his problems out on everyone else today.

"Will you stop answering your phone like that? Or check the ID before you do." Ana snapped at him. He sighed and apologised. Ana was just checking to see if he was able to meet her home early, which he gladly accepted. "Thanks honey. Also, when you do you plan on going to New York?"

"How did you know about that?" he asked, smiling slightly.

"Ah, something you don't know Mr Grey?" she laughed. "Andrea called Hannah to put in my schedule to ensure I don't work too hard or too late, so I can spend time with the kids. The only problem is, Hannah actually forgot to write it down so we don't know when it is." Christian laughed.

"I was hoping to leave either later tonight or tomorrow morning. But I'm thinking I may not go until next week; need to sort some other things out in the office before we go anywhere."

"I agree. Maybe you should sort this thing out with Phoebe before going away. The last thing you want is a teenage girl thinking that you're running away." Ana joked and although he hated to admit it, Christian agreed with her view.

"Why do you want me to meet you at home early anyway?"

"Well, Mr Grey. I don't have a lot of work to do today and I figured that since I'm pregnant, and I own this company, I would take the afternoon off and spend some time with my husband since we hardly ever get that nowadays." He could hear the smile in her voice. He readily agreed again, knowing what she was implying. After hanging up the phone, he decided to e-mail her.

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From: Christian Grey
Subject: This evening
Date: 18 May 2036 10:41
To: Anastasia Grey

Mrs Grey,

I look forward to this afternoon. I do hope you will be ready for me by the time I arrive. If you're not I may have to make your cheeks turn pink, if you know what I mean. ;)

Has Phoebe said anything to you about me?

Christian Grey
CEO Grey Enterprises, Holdings INC

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He smiled when his e-mail pinged five minutes later.

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From: Anastasia Grey
Subject: This AFTERNOON
Date: 18 May 2036 10:46
To: Christian Grey

Mr Grey,

I believe the title of your e-mail is wrong. I am sure I said we could spend the AFTERNOON together, therefore making no reference to this EVENING. As you know very well, this evening will be difficult to get time together as we have five children to care for. However, if you are a good boy, I may let you have your wicked way with me when the children are in bed.

With regard to your request of 'being ready' by the time you get home, I will need to know the time you plan on getting there. That way I will know how long I have to be ready for you. Although, the threat of having 'pink cheeks' is making me want to defy you and is utterly turning me on ;D.

The only thing Phoebe has said to me today is about not liking Barrell and not understanding why you are so obsessed with security, clearly emphasising her dislike. Other than that she hasn't said anything to me. Therefore, nothing about you. I hope you're not too depressed.

I still love you unconditionally

Love your wife

Anastasia Grey
CEO Grey Publishing

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He started smiling as he read the first half of the e-mail although his smile dropped when he read the part concerning his daughter.

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From: Christian Grey
Subject: This evening
Date: 18 May 2036 10.49
To: Anastasia Grey

Maybe I should get her a new security guard if she doesn't like Barrell. I wonder why she never mentioned it before?

As you know I am never a, as you call it, 'good boy' I'm sure that I can persuade you to submit to my will. I like having my wicked way with you, especially in the bedroom. I wish I could say that I was shocked at your being ready paragraph but I'm not. What have I turned you into over the last twenty years? However, should you wish I would be glad to make your cheeks pink, but this will be as a punishment for your shouty capitals and for teasing me. Also, I am glad that, even after all this time, I can turn you on with just words on a screen.

I have to go to a meeting now baby. I shall see you later to satisfy your needs.

Christian Grey
CEO Grey Enterprises, Holdings INC

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After quickly shutting down his computer, Christian left the office to meet with his business ally, Matthew Reynolds. Here was just hoping that he would agree to going to New York next week instead of that evening. What did he do to deserve such a loving and logical wife? One that knew exactly what he needed and how to deal with him.

... ... ...

Phoebe didn't spend much time focussing on her school work on Monday. In fact, it went by quite quick for her. By lunch time she hadn't really spoken to anyone. The only person she spoke to was Ava and that wasn't very much of conversation. At the time, she didn't feel like laughing and joking with her friends in the lunch hall so she stood up and left. Kenny followed her without her noticing, but was stopped by Barrell.

"Excuse me, young man. Where are you going?" he questioned.

"Erm, to see my friend who looks slightly upset." Kenny replied. Barrell shook his head and said that Kenny was not allowed near her. Kenny didn't care what Barrell said but just pushed his way outside. Barrell went to grab his arm but Ryan appeared behind him.

"Barrell, we just watch the kids, we do not interfere with their friends. And we don't go to pull them back. That's what will get us kicked off school property and the Mr Grey will put us both in his shit list." Ryan said, pulling the new security guard out of sight of the other children. Barrell resumed his duty watching over Phoebe, who was sitting on a bench outside, with Kenny sitting next to her.

"What's wrong, Phoebe?" Kenny asked. Phoebe sighed.

"Nothing. I'm just attention seeking at the moment, making my life out to be terrible." She tried a laugh which he didn't return. "I feel like I ruined my brother's birthday yesterday that's all."

"I take it you haven't resolved anything with your dad then?" although, Kenny already knew this answer. Phoebe shook her head. "Why don't you try talking to him?"

"Because he never listens. He hasn't stopped apologising, but he's not told me where he actually was. Only something about business. And he hasn't even asked me if I would put on another little show to make up for it. I'm almost positive that all he wants me to focus on is the business aspect of my education."

"Maybe he wants you to follow in his footsteps? I know my dad does with me."

"Surely he would want my brothers to follow his footsteps? That way the Grey name would live on." Kenny laughed and she joined in. "What kind of doctor is your dad anyway?"

"He's a paediatrician although lately he's been working in some other department. Works in the local hospital. It was quite helpful growing up." Of course, Phoebe thought, his mum used to beat him. She frowned at the thought. Luckily he didn't notice. "Anyway, you haven't had any lunch. So maybe you should come back inside and eat something?" he asked. She was quick to shush him.

"Shut up. I don't eat lunch and if you talk too loud my security guard will hear you!" she shout-whispered.

"Phoebe, you need to eat." He insisted. She didn't move and claimed that she wasn't hungry.

"You're not my dad!"

"I'm not trying to be." He replied defensively.

"Then stop talking like him." She said and he tried a different tactic.

"Won't your friends notice you're not in there soon?"

"Not with Ava there. She always takes the attention so I have until the end of lunch. Can we just stay and talk?" she didn't know why, but Phoebe liked talking to Kenny. And, secretly, she thinks she was starting to like him.

"Ok, what do you want to talk about?" she thought for a minute.

"What's England like?" he laughed.

"Well, it's very wet. Rains a lot there, even in the summer, sometimes. Traditionally, cold in the winter, hot in the summer, warm in spring, chilly in autumn. There's a lot of cloud around and there's not much to look at. But, that's because I hardly ever left Farnborough, the town I grew up in." He explained, shrugging his shoulders. He didn't think it was very interesting there but Phoebe didn't care.

"Got a girlfriend back there?" she asked suddenly. He shook his head. He had never had a girlfriend before. She laughed.

"So, Phoebe, what's the perfect little Grey princess ever done to misbehave?" he asked joking a little. She laughed.

"Honestly? It's not that interesting but the most extreme thing I've ever done in my life was climb a tree and refuse to climb down again, even when my dad told me not to climb up there. I never was into the whole 'thrill of life' thing you do when you're young. And to be honest, climbing trees is hardly extreme is it?" they laughed again.

"I don't think it's the climbing the tree that's the problem. The thing I can't believe is you ignoring your father when he said get down. I've only known you less than a week but I can tell you don't intentionally piss him off."

"Oh, my dear Kenneth. Even princesses mess up once in a while." She said in her best posh, British accent.

"You know, no-one's called me Kenneth in years." He said suddenly, after more laughter. She looked shocked.

"I just thought it sounded more fancy than 'Kenny'. I didn't realise it was your real name." He shrugged.

"I never liked it that much so I went by Kenny. But to hear you say it like that is... it sounds nice." He looked at her and admired her beauty. The copper hair, the beautiful, blazing grey eyes. Pale skin, thin pink lips and small straight nose. Without thinking he reached out and touched her cheek. She closed her eyes and tilted her face into his hand.

"What the-?" Ava suddenly appeared and Phoebe jumped up, spinning around to face her cousin. She tried a smile to be dismissed with a scowl. Kenny stood up behind her and glared at Ava. "Phoebe, care to explain what the hell is going on out here?" Ava questioned, pulling her don't-pull-any-shit-on-me face. Phoebe shrugged.

"We were just talking."

"And touching each other's cheek?" Ava nearly screamed before Phoebe had completely finished her sentence.

"Ava, I think you'll find he was touching my cheek not the other way around and that doesn't matter. And it is none of your business!" she turned and looked apologetic towards Kenny. Ava grabbed her arm and pulled her away, however.

"Phoebe, what the fuck is wrong with you? You spend all this time trying to get Nicky and now you're letting the new kid show you romantic gestures? What else has he done? Tried to kiss you?" she whispered hurriedly. Phoebe denied everything Ava had said and simply told her that they were talking and he touched her cheek. It was no big deal. If she was honest, Phoebe liked the feel of his hand stroking her soft skin. Ava was just confused. "But I thought you liked Nicky?"

"I do, but after all this time, I think I only like him as a friend now. And now I feel like a complete bitch for not being in love with him."

"I'm just trying to understand. Why Kenny? He's so..." she left the question hanging.

"So... what, Ava? Poor? Yes he may be less well off than we are, but he doesn't care. You don't know anything about him, and yet you're making a judgement! Maybe he likes his life the way it is." Phoebe snapped. Sometimes, Ava was a complete bitch.

"Oh come on, Bee. How can anyone be happy with a life like that? He works in Starbucks for heaven's sake."

"And we've never worked a day in our lives! If we're so fortunate, maybe we never will, who knows? But I happen to like him and I am sick of hearing you put him down all the time. You don't know what his life's been like Ava, and let me tell you we are damn lucky in ours!" Phoebe snapped then ran off before Ava had a chance to reply. Who was she to tell Phoebe who she can and can't hang out with? Or even who she can like? She found Kenny sitting on the bench again and sat down next to him. "Sorry about Ava. Sometimes she can be a bitch."

"Bee, it's alright. I know I'm no good for you. I work in Starbucks for heaven's sake." He said quoting Ava.

"You heard." It was a statement not a question. Kenny nodded. "You have to ignore her. She talks out of her arse; she's spent too much time with my Uncle Elliot who talks gibberish all the time. I don't care about your past. I just still want you to be my friend." He looked up at her, eyes hopeful.

"Just a friend?" he asked. She nodded.

"Maybe more," she smiled. He smiled and before she knew what was happening they were kissing. Her hand stroked his cheek and he did the same to hers. Her first kiss and it was perfect. They broke apart and smiled again. "You know, I should probably go and break up with my boyfriend." She whispered. He chuckled and agreed. Although, when she stood up she saw Nicky and his friends were watching them closely. Phoebe's cheeks turned red with embarrassment. Not how she wanted Nicky to find out.

"What the fuck Phoebe?" he shouted at her. "I thought I was your boyfriend not fucking Starbucks boy!"

"Will everyone stop calling him that!? And yes, you are... were. I don't think we're going to work out Nick." She screamed back at him.

"Why do you say that?" he challenged.

"Because I don't like you like that anymore. That, and you're immature." She said quietly, her hand automatically going to stroke the bump on her head from Saturday. They argued until the end of lunch before Nicky finally stormed off, followed by his friends. And Carly. Without thinking about anything she just decided to walk off to her next lesson.

So, in the space of half an hour, she had fallen out with her best friend/cousin. Broken up with her boyfriend. Shouted until her throat was sore. Had her first kiss and became confused over all these events. There was only one person that she would talk to, to help her through this type of thing but she was mad as hell at him. Oh daddy. I'm sorry for being a cow lately! She thought as the bell rung.

... ... ...

"You know Mrs Grey, I like seeing you like this. Bound and at my mercy." Christian said looking down at his naked wife, hands and ankles handcuffed like on their honeymoon with a blindfold over her eyes. Her legs were separated and she was on her back, revealing Christians favourite part of her body. She moaned and pulled on the cuffs, trying to find some relief. He hadn't even touched her yet.

"Please, Christian." She begged. He chuckled.

"But you look so beautiful like this Ana. I just want to take a moment to admire you." What she said next shocked him, but she was desperate for her husband's touch that she didn't realise she said it.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer." As a response to that, he swatted her naked breasts with their favourite riding crop.

"That's not funny Anastasia." He scolded, seriously. "I think I should make you wait longer now."

"No. I'm sorry. Please sir, I need you." She begged. He chuckled again a flicked the crop against her clitoris. Her back arched awkwardly as she let out a loud moan.

"I know you do, Mrs Grey. Believe me, I know. But you have displeased me with that last comment of yours. So, I think I might leave you like this for a while and see how wet you get with just the thought of being with me." She could sense his grin and he kissed her lips, oh so softly. "I'm going to get a drink. And if you're a good girl when I get back, I will treat you." He laughed as he walked out of the door, closing it behind him. Not that he was expecting anyone to be home, but he locked it just to be sure no one saw his wife in her very sexy state of undress. Walking into the kitchen, Christian grabbed a wine glass and took their favourite wine out of the fridge. Pouring the crisp, cool liquid into the glass and adding a little ice, he thought that he would use this to play with his wife.

Ana was wriggling around as best as she could, trying to find some sort of relief while Christian was out of the room. When he said the term 'good girl' she knew he meant for her to stay still while her body prepared itself for what was to come, but she couldn't resist. However, he had the advantage as she was blindfolded and couldn't see when he would return, but if she focused more on her hearing, she would know he was outside the door.

"Oh, Mrs Grey, trying to go somewhere?" he said, humour in his voice. She moaned.

"Christian, please." She begged. He lay down on the bed next to her, holding the ice cold glass on her belly. She moaned again and arched her back at the sudden contact. "Christian!"

"Are you thirsty?" she nodded and he kissed her, giving her some wine from his lips. After placing ice in her belly button and ordered her to stay still, he moved down to her entrance. "Ana, you are so ready. And I think I've punished you enough now." He murmured placing his tongue on her clit. She reacted immediately, the ice and wine spilt onto the bed but neither of them seemed to care. He stopped caressing her with his tongue and sat up, removing her blindfold. "Hello, Mrs Grey. What is it you want?"

"You, please. Christian. Inside me," she breathed. He smiled and quite happily obliged, pounding into her, forcing her to absorb all the pleasure. They came together and he awkwardly collapsed on top of her.

"How was that, wife?" he asked.

"Wonderful. Brings back memories from our honeymoon." She replied, breathless.

"And the first time in your bedroom. And you've spilt the wine. Maybe I should leave you tied up for longer." As fun as that would be, her limbs were starting to ache.

"Christian, I'm getting uncomfortable. Can we undo the cuffs now please?" she asked. He smiled softly and grabbed the key, unlocking her wrists then her ankles massaging them for her when she stretched out on the bed. Rolling on her front, he massaged her back and she soon fell asleep, realising this was the relief she really needed.

... ... ...

"Phoebe. Look, I'm sorry for what I said earlier. It was out of line for me to judge Kenny. I just thought that you were so hung up on Nick, that's all," Ava explained in their last lesson of the day. Phoebe just nodded but didn't look at her. "Come on, Bee. How can I make it up to you?"

"It's not me you've been slagging off. It's Kenny, go and apologize to him," Phoebe snapped. Ava reluctantly agreed and headed off to find Kenny, sitting at the front of the classroom. She rolled her eyes and felt her phone vibrate in her cardigan as her dress had no pockets. Taking it out she read the text message from Barrell.

Phoebe, it's Barrell. Your father has asked me to tell you to meet him outside the other entrance of school today as there are paparazzi hanging outside the main gate. You will need to go straight after school today, no arguments.

She sighed. Barrell should know that if anything in her plans was meant to change, he would have to tell her himself. Maybe she'd tell him when she finally got out of her English class. Ava returned.

"Done, he's so kind and told me not to bother about what I said. He's over it. What are you looking at?" she asked realising Phoebe was on her phone under the desk.

"Text message. Barrell just saying that dad wants to meet me at the little entrance today that's all." And they said nothing else on the matter. Finally, the bell rang and the class left the classroom. She followed the class out into the hallway, but couldn't see Barrell. Little did she know that at that precise moment, she was completely on her own with no security nearby.

Saying goodbye to Ava, Phoebe went over to the smaller gate of the school, where a few other students were hanging out. Walking along the path away from the other students she soon realised that her father wasn't there. She took out her phone and was about to call him. However, she was too late as suddenly someone grabbed her arm and pulled her into an alleyway. Struggling against the strong hold on her arm, her phone fell on the floor and she dropped her bag with enough force that it opened and her school work dropped out. Something was placed over her face and she felt like she couldn't breathe. Before she passed out in the man's arms, she knew it was a chloroformed cloth and she didn't stand a chance. All she could think was where the fuck is Barrell?!

... ... ...

After their incredible love making, Ana and Christian decided to have a mid afternoon snack and relax in the kitchen until the kids got home. They were laughing and talking realising how lucky they really were with their lives. That changed when Christian answered the phone call from Barrell around the time his eldest children's school finished. "What?" he snapped at the interruption. Ana looked up at him as he listened to what was being said on the ever present phone. The blood was draining from his face and she knew something was wrong. His eyes widened and he suddenly stood and marched out the kitchen, shouting for Taylor to get the car ready, before going into his study, leaving Ana paralysed where she was with worry. Five minutes later he reappeared. "The boys are on their way home from school. When they get here, neither you nor them are to leave this house!" he snapped, sternly, before turning away and leaving.

Ana sat still for another minute before running after him, too late as the car was already halfway down the driveway. Confused, she sat back in the kitchen calling Sawyer over to her. "Do you know what that was all about?" she asked her trusted guard. His eyes widened, giving her the answer and placing him in a predicament. He did know, but had been given orders not to tell the lady of this house. "Sawyer, please!" she begged. It wasn't right that she had to beg a member of staff in her own home, but when her husband gives an order, it must be obeyed.

"I'm sorry Mrs Grey. Mr Grey has told me not to say anything. He wants to tell you himself and when he has more information." Sawyer replied, formally. Too formally. Something clicked in Ana's head.

"Is it about Phoebe?"

"Why do you ask that ma'am?"

"Christian said the boys are on their way home. There was nothing said about Phoebe. Sawyer if this concerns my daughter, you have to tell me." Sawyer shook his head again and repeated that Christian wanted to tell her. She didn't have a chance to reply as her sons walked in, smiling. Like their mother, they were completely oblivious as to what was going on. However, their smiles dropped when they saw the worried look Ana had her face, telling them something was wrong.

"Mum, are you ok?" Teddy asked concerned. She looked at her eldest son and tried a smile.

"Yes, Ted, I'm fine. Can you take your brothers upstairs please? I'll call you down when it's time for dinner." She replied. Ted looked unsure but done what his mother asked. She turned back to face Sawyer. "Now, Sawyer. Has something happened with Phoebe? And don't even think about lying to me because I will find out the truth eventually!"

"Mrs Grey, I am sorry. But I can't tell you anything. I'm not completely sure what's going on myself."

"Then tell me what you do know! If this is about my daughter, then I have a right to know!" She was shouting now, not caring if her sons heard her or not.

"Mrs Grey, please calm down. Mr Grey will tell you, that's what he told me. He wants to tell you himself." Sawyer tried, again. Sighing, Ana turned and stormed off to her office. Taking out her BlackBerry, she tried calling Christian only to be sent straight to voicemail. Without leaving a message she hung up and tried Taylor, but it just continued to ring until she finally gave up. Damn you Christian. He had probably told Taylor not to answer. Finally she tried Phoebe. Nothing. Now, she knew something was wrong.

"Fuck this!" she muttered and left her office to find Sawyer again. He wasn't in the kitchen so she called him to her. After all, it was her house, she shouldn't have to hunt for her staff. "No more games, Sawyer. Tell me right now what the fuck is going on," she said dangerously low. Being married to Christian for nearly twenty years has that effect on her. Sawyer actually looked scared. It was very rare when Ana got angry and when she was, she was just as scary as Christian nowadays. He stayed silent, paralyzed with fear. "Sawyer if you don't tell me, you're fired!" she tried. It was an empty threat as Ana would feel guilty and she didn't actually get a say in hiring or firing security. But now she was desperate and he didn't need to know she wasn't serious. He still kept quiet, however, but was saved my Christian.

"Sawyer, you are not fired. Go to Taylor's office." Sawyer sis as he was told, thankful to get away from Ana. Christian looked at his wife, who looked very angry, indeed. Before he could speak she held up her hand.

"Unless you're going to tell me where you disappeared to, or where Phoebe is, then don't bother talking to me." They spent a few minutes staring at each other, neither saying anything. "Fine," Ana muttered and turned to leave but Christian his hand on her shoulder.

"Ana, wait a minute. I don't want to put stress on you and the baby, that's why I don't want to tell you," he said calmly. She turned and glared at him.

"Christian, you know as I do, that not telling me makes me more stressed than when you do tell me. Is it about Phoebe?" she asked desperately. He nodded, his eyes sad. Taking her hands he led her to the breakfast bar and got her to sit in one of the stools. She softened her tone. "Where is she? Why didn't she come home with the boys and where did you go earlier?" he had a tear in his eye but he wiped it away as anger took over his facial expression. She knew instantly it was as bad as she was thinking.

"I don't know where she is. I went to the school, when Barrell called. Barrell thought he would meet his old friend for ten minutes before the end of school. However, it took longer than he realised and he'd left her alone for half-an-hour. When he went back, he couldn't find her. He saw Ava, though. She said that Phoebe got a text from Barrell telling her I wanted to meet her at the other entrance. When he got there, she was gone. That's when he phoned me. I'm sorry I left so suddenly, baby." Ana had tears in her eyes, knowing where this was going, but not wanting to hear it. Hearing would make it come true. However, she knew she had to hear it. Christian, seeing her upset, took her hand and led her to the sofa in their living room so he could comfort her easier. When she was seated, he continued. "When Taylor and I got there, she was nowhere to be seen. We looked everywhere, and then tracked her cell. It was found on the ground in some alleyway with her school bag, most of her books and school notes scattered on the floor." He was nearly crying himself as he said this. He never cried so this must've been hard. "The only conclusion we have is that she was-" he couldn't say it, but she knew what he meant. Ana was crying properly now. Her baby girl was missing. Kidnapped. Who would do such a thing? Christian wrapped his arms around her and held her close. When she calmed down, she spoke.

"I hope you've fired Barrell," she said as though it was the most casual thing in the world to say. Which, naturally, it kind of was for this family.

"Of course I have." She nodded and went to curl up on her side, crying some more. Wrapping his arms once more around her, Christian pulled her into his lap and let her cry into his chest. "I'll find her, baby. I'll bring her home and kill whoever took her from us." He whispered.

"Have you called the police?" she asked suddenly. He nodded. "Good. We need to tell the boys." His eyes widened. In all the panic, he'd forgotten about his sons. After a couple of minutes, he pushed Ana off his lap and stood to call them down to them. Without sitting, he told them to take a seat. Ana pulled Ashley onto her lap and hugged him tight while Nick and James sat on either side of her and Teddy sat on the arm of the sofa. They sat and waited for their father, or mother, to speak. When neither did after a while, Ted decided to talk first, asking the most obvious question.

"Dad, where's Phoebe?" he said. Christian sighed.

"That's why you're all down here, Ted. I got a phone call earlier today from Barrell. He left his post when he shouldn't have near the end of school and now your sister's is missing." He slowly explained the phone call and how they found her stuff. That was the biggest clue. If her stuff wasn't there, they would have just thought she's evaded security. When he'd finished his sons were all crying, even Teddy. Ashley was crying the hardest, though. He and Phoebe were very close.

However, Christian and Ana were both shocked at the emotion. They knew that their children were close but they realised they were that close. They always protected each other when necessary, were always having the sibling fallouts and hating each other every now and then but they had never really cried for each other. Without saying another word, what's left of this family embraced each other, holding each other close until they were all cried out.

"Listen to me though, boys." Christian said when they'd all calmed down. "We are going to find her and bring her home. I promise."

"And Barrell's out right?" Teddy asked hopeful.

"Oh yes. He's out with no pay and a bad reference," his father replied acidly.

"Good. Otherwise I'd kill him." Nick added. His was usually so quiet and peaceful that this shocked his parents.

"I had no idea you were all so close," Ana said crying again. Although these were more proud/happy tears of how her sons were looking out for their sister.

"Mum, we all may have our differences but she's our sister. Dad you have to bring her back!" James said. "Promise us you'll bring her back." He was crying again. Christian put his arm around him, hugged him tightly, and promised that Phoebe would be home as soon as possible. Even if it killed him.

"Would you all excuse me? I need to talk to Taylor." He said after some more crying. Ana knew it was about hiring additional security for them all. She was glad of it, and hoped it would be for a long while, even when Phoebe's home. Telling the boys to leave their homework for the night she turned on the TV and asked them to pick out a movie to watch to pass the time and try and think all was well. When Christian emerged from his office, he found they'd fallen asleep, and no one had eaten anything. Deciding that they probably weren't in the mood, he left them all to sleep and sat on the other sofa next to Teddy. Although, he didn't sleep, he just watched his wife and sons as soft tears trickled down their faces. He suddenly felt unbelievably guilty. If only he'd done a better job of protecting his family.

Time passed and he didn't know how long he, his wife and sons had been in the lounge until he felt someone shaking his shoulder. "Christian wake up." It was Ana.

"Ana, baby what is it?" he asked worriedly. The boys were still sleeping on the sofas and James was snoring.

"I had a nightmare. About Phoebe." She said simply. "Are you certain in what you believe Christian? Do you really think you can find her?" he sighed and ran his hand through his hair before taking her by the hand and leading her upstairs so as not to disturb the boys.

"I hope so, Ana. She's kind if well known as our daughter so she won't be taken far. I will never give up, though. She should know this. What was your nightmare about?" he asked. She shrugged.

"Last week you said you started having dreams about Phoebe when she had the measles, right? Well, I had that dream except... she... didn't..." Ana couldn't finish her sentence but Christian knew she dreamt that Phoebe was too weak to pull through and eventually pass. Wrapping her in his arms, he made a vow that he would never let that happen. She started sobbing into his chest again and let him hold her like he never wanted to let go.

"Can I persuade you to eat something, Ana?" he asked. No one had eaten dinner yet but with the events of the day, he wasn't surprised that food had become unimportant in their agenda, but really wanted to make sure they ate. She shook her head and said nothing, grateful he didn't say anything else on the matter. Taylor discreetly got their attention to let them know that detective Clark had arrived to see them. Ana sighed, remembering having to talk to him about the Jack Hyde situation twenty years ago. She wondered if he was still as sour-faced as he was back then.

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