A/N: Hi all. Love reading your reviews. You are awesome. Thank you muchly. They keep me motivated to write :)

To the guest reviewer - my 3 year old boy must be an exception to the rule, lol. He watched this cartoon dinosaur movie where the flying dino says 'yip, yip, yip.' All the time! Now he says it constantly. It's actually kind of cute. I have quite a few young ones of my own, one being Teddy's age so I get a lot of inspiration from home :) But I aim to please so I will try knock the yips out :)

Getting this out early because I have a few busy days coming up. I haven't had a lot of time to edit so please excuse any mistakes. I'll flick through it later and fix any I find.

Heaps of stuff happening in this chapter.

Xxxx

Chapter 31 - Shit meet fan.

APOV

"What the fuck is all this shit?" Christian curses as he walks into one of the many boxes scattered in the entrance way when we return home.

"Daddy you say naughty word, you be sitting in naughty cornaaa." Teddy huffs.

"Shit, sorry son, I mean oops." Oops? Oh now that's funny coming from the mouth of my CEO.

"You heard him. Naughty corner." I giggle, pointing to the corner of the spacious living room.

"Come on, be serious. I'm not 3." He grunts.

"No, your 33. Now scoot." I place my hands on the back of his shoulders and manoeuvre him through the maze of boxes to the corner of the room. "Now, you sit here and think about your language Christian, 10 minutes. After your 10 minutes is up I want an apology." I turn and head back to investigate the boxes, giggling as I go.

"Someone want to tell me what all the boxes are?" He yells from his corner.

"Christian, while we are in the naughty corner we are silent. But if you must know they are the toys we bought in New York."

"What the... Did you buy the whole fucking shop?"

"Christian! 20 minutes."

Elliot walks in carrying Ava. "Im going to take her up to bed." A now sobered Elliot says mono tone. He looks over at Christian and snorts softly. "What are you in time out?"

"Fuck up Elliot." He scoffs jokingly.

"Bro, did you just say the f -word? Tsk tsk."

"30 minutes Christian." I hiss. Elliot laughs as he carries Ava up the stairs.

"Fucker." Christian grunts.

"Pansy." Elliot bites back.

Leaving the boxes and Christian down stairs I take the children up to bathe and get into their pyjamas. I settle Phoebe into her cot first, check Ava who is sleeping soundly - oblivious to the situation, then saunter down the hall to tuck Teddy in.

"May I move now?" Christian huffs - still sitting in the corner when i return downstairs. I laugh.

"Why are you still sitting there? I thought you would have moved as soon as I took the kids upstairs."

"Taking my punishment like a big boy."

"Big boy huh?" I whisper suggestively.

"Huge." He growls from deep in his chest.

"I'll be checking for accuracy later." I wink. "I need a drink, join me?"

"Why not, it's Friday night."

"Christian, what's that noise?"

"That baby would be your brother-in-law."

"What the heck is he...?"

"Catching up with his old friend Jack Daniels and making a new friend that goes by the name of 'sing star'."

"Karaoke?" Christian nods slowly.

"Oh god." I cringe listening carefully to the strangled groans coming from the TV room.

"When your day is night alone...(hold on... hold on... )". A drunk Elliot slurs sounding like a crying beached whale.

"If youuuuu feel like letting go...

When you think you've had to much of this life... Hang on...

Everybody hurrrrrrrrrts." He screeches causing me to jump.

"Jesus Christian, get in there before security think someone's dying." I plead.

"He is dying... Inside. Let him get it out babe. Unless he starts breaking shit... What harms a little R.E.M. going to do?"

"I guess so. I still can't believe it. It doesn't seem real. It's like... It hasn't sunk in yet." I mutter while grabbing a bourbon and cola from the refrigerator.

"I know. You must be upset too baby." Christian wraps his arms around me from behind.

"When I saw her closet I dropped to the ground... I just... She's my best friend. Why didn't she talk to me more? Why didn't i push her to open up more? Am I a horrible friend?"

"Baby you're a great friend. Please don't feel like Kate leaving is your fault." He kisses the top of my head.

"I just feel like if I had just done more..."

"Ana, what more could you have done?"

"Handcuffed her to a chair and slapped the silly out of her. I want that Kimberley Lorsen found Christian. Those letters are half the reason Kate was so down on herself."

"I'm working on it." He mumbles into my hair.

Elliot must have turned the sound system up as 'lady in red' starts blaring through the room.

"Dance with me." Christian spins me round, places one hand on the small of my back and takes my hand in his other. He rests his chin on top of my head and begins to sway. With my free hand I take a sip of my drink then reach behind me and place my bottle on the bench. I run my hand up to Christians bicep, resting it there, and begin to sway with him.

"It's been a while since we danced like this Mrs Grey." He hums along with the Chris De Burgh number.

"It has. I love dancing with you." I whisper into his chest.

"I love anything that involves having you in my arms." He croons.

"Smooth Grey, Smooth." I giggle.

"Giggle again and I may have to move this dance party to a more private room."

"Promises, promises."

"I always make good on my word." He chuckles.

"I'll remember that when you are trying to get out of going to the Wiggles show."

"Ugh... Don't fucking remind me. Are you sure you won't come with me? Maybe Gail and Taylor could take him?"

"Oh I don't think so Grey. You are taking him to The Wiggles yourself. Provided of course he doesn't swear. There isn't a dam thing you can do to make me subject myself to that!" I peek up at him smirking.

"We'll see." He smiles, his eyes twinkling. What's he planning? Kidnapping me and tying me to the stadium seat? I wouldn't put it past him actually.

I am startled by a loud thud coming from the TV room. Christian and I both bolt across the kitchen and into the room to check on Elliot. He now has MTV blasting from the television speakers. Psy is dancing across the screen. Elliot is lying on the floor, huddled up and clutching his stomach. He is shaking like anything. Sobbing?

"Is he okay" I ask panicked from behind Christian who is hovering over him.

"He's fine." Christian starts laughing.

Elliot stumbles to his feet laughing like a freaking hyena.

"I fucking love this song." He snorts, grabbing the remote and turning the sound up.

"Oppan gangnam style...op op op op. Haaaaaaay sexy laaddies." He bellows, trying to pull off the moves but tripping over his feet. Thump. Aah, that explains it.

"Come on bro... Dance." Elliot climbs to his feet again.

"I'm good." Christian chuckles.

"Come on Ana, my favourite sister-in-law. You'll dance with me won't you?"

"Elliot, I'm your only sister-in-law, but okay, I'll dance with you if you promise not to break my coffee table. I love that table." I mumble.

"Deal little lady."

"Just let me get my drink." I walk past Christian towards the kitchen. "Can you move the table Christian, and any breakables while you're at it. I have a feeling it's going to be an interesting night."

"Hurry back babe, I'm looking forward to seeing your Gangnam style." He grins.

"Elliot, use the live rewind and get back to the start of the song." Christian laughs as I'm walking back in - just as gangnam style finishes and Justin starts singing 'sexy back'."

"Bastard." I whisper as I walk past him.

"Oh you love me." He hoots.

'Oppan Gamgnan style'...

CPOV

"You are fucking amazing." I laugh as we fall onto our bed. "Where did you learn all those moves?"

"Kate and I used to have dance nights... When we were.. Well before I met you." Ana's mood dampens at the mention of Kate.

"Come here." I pull her sexy little body on top of me to distract her. "Sit up, I want to look at you." I rub her thighs as she puts a knee either side of my hips and wiggles her tush over my cock.

"Uuuhh, do you have any idea how much you own me?" I grunt, my erection growing each second.

She bites her luscious bottom lip and shakes her head innocently.

"Fuck Ana, your like a fucking drug. I can't get enough of you." I run my hands up her thighs and around to her fantastic ass. I squeeze it tightly and push her forward, rocking her against my crotch.

"Mmmm," she hums. Fuck the noises she makes alone could have me cumming in my pants like a fucking horny 14 year old. She starts bucking back and forth on her own. Her head drops back and her hands cup her breasts.

"Look at me." I command. I need to see her intoxicating blue eyes. She raises her head and looks deep into my eyes. Her hips grinding back and forth, back and forth.

"Christian." She puffs, her breath quickening. "Touch me."

"Take your shirt off." She quickly pulls her T-shirt over her head and throws it to the side. "And you bra." I whisper, my eyes scanning every inch of her incredible body. She reaches behind her and unclasps the baby blue lace. She brings her arm back to the front and let's her bra drop.

"So fucking beautiful." I groan, now bucking my crotch up to meet her gentle rocking. I lick my lips as I watch her pert breasts bouncing lightly with every buck of my hips.

"Your tits look so fucking good baby, so full and so fucking lickable." Fuck they really do look amazing right now. I sit up and draw one into my mouth - sucking gently.

"Mmmmm...aaa." She moans, her fingers finding their way to their usual place in my hair. Her tugging makes me suck harder.

"Fuck...," she screams. "I want you..."

"You have me baby, forever." I move to her neglected nipple while my fingers continue to toy with one my mouth just left.

Wrapping my arm around her back I roll us over and continue playing with her sensitive peaks.

She is wriggling furiously beneath me. "Keep still baby, you're making it hard for me to worship your body." I bite her nipple gently.

"Fuck me." She groans, "I just want you to fuck me!" She hisses, desperate for a release.

"Mmmm... Have you got your period yet baby?"

"Noo, nooo, not yet." She grunts between breaths.

"Oh, well in that case... I'm hungry." I shuffle backwards, covering Ana's stomach with kisses. Stoping at the band of her yoga pants I peer up at her. She is propped up on her elbows, her face flustered and her pupils dilated.

I yank her pants and panties off in one sweep. "Lie back baby, just enjoy." She drops back and covers her eyes with an arm. I place my arms over her thighs pinning her down and look at what has to be the most perfect looking pussy in the history of pussies - and it's all mine. She is fully waxed, her skin soft and silky smooth. I see her tense as I blow softly up and down. I place 2 fingers above her folds and gently open her cleft, exposing those pretty, peach pussy lips that are glistening with her arousal. I lower my face and run my tongue over them. Her legs tremble beneath me and the rooms silence is broken with her soft whimpers.

Using my fingers to expose her more I run my tongue over her clit, then follow it up with a kiss.

"Christian, please..." She begs. The duvet clutched in her hands.

I sweep my tongue over her folds once more before rising to my knees. I drop my pants and boxers then move up her body, my face hovering above hers.

Our eyes are locked as I slowly sink into her. "Fuuck." I hiss. She's so dam tight and wet. My cock dam near hurts.

"Oooooo..., yes, yes." She writhes as I glide in and out, over and over. Softly, gently, tenderly. Gradually driving us to a spectacular synchronised climax.

"Oh, oh..., fuck, fuck yes... YES!" She screams as her body trembles and walls clench around me. My cock shooting out it's own release.

"Fuck Ana." I growl. My dick twitching limply inside her warmth.

"Chris..." Ana groans. Jesus fuck she wants round 2 already? "Can't ... Breathe... Heavy." She pants.

Oh fuck, I'm lying on her full weight, half asleep.

"Shit, sorry babe." I roll off her.

"Thanks." She mumbles sleepily and cuddles into me.

I wait till she's asleep before reaching for my phone to check for updates.

I scroll through the updates from Welch then check the text from Taylor.

*No trace yet. Meeting 9am GEH boardroom. Taylor.*

*Thank you Taylor. CG*. I reply.

"Are we still going out on the new yacht today?" Ana asks as she cutting up Teddy's pancakes.

Shit. I completely forgot with all the shit going on. "Do you want to go out? I have to shoot into work this morning for a meeting but I'm all yours this afternoon."

"I don't know... It feels a bit... Wrong. You know, having fun while Elliot's such a mess. Would you mind if we took a rain check? I have all those toys to sort out, my closet to de-clutter, dinner to cook."

"Baby, you don't need to cook dinner." I mumble, lifting a fork full of omelette to my mouth.

"Christian it's Gail's day off, of course I do."

Oh fuck, I didn't tell her I hired Francis and he starts today. Another thing I've forgotten. What the fucks wrong with me?

"Babe, the new housekeeper starts today, just tell them what you want for dinner and they can cook it."

"WHAT!" She screeches. "You hired someone? Christian, I really liked Francis." She pouts.

"Don't pout. I'm sure you will get on just fine. I have to go babe." I look down at my watch - 8.30am. "The housekeeper should be here soon. Play nice." I growl. "Reynolds and Prescott are staying here, and Elliot and Ava's new CP's Freeman and Honnor are in the security suite."

"Fine. I still can't believe you would hire someone without talking to me. There was nothing wrong with Francis." She mumbles.

"I'll see you later this morning." I lean in for a kiss.

"Wait, aren't you going to get dressed first, and why is Sawyer going with you?" She asks puzzled.

"What's wrong with what I'm wearing?" I look down at my pale blue fitted shirt and dark wash denim bootleg jeans.

"Nothing... I guess. Not your usual office get up but you look great." She shrugs.

"Behave." I kiss her chastely, grab my dark gray coat that was hung over the back of the bar stool and head for the door. Taylor and Sawyer are waiting in the SUV.

I sweep into the top floor boardroom at Grey house. The seats are all occupied. Barney, Welch, Taylor, Sawyer, head of legal, head of media, and a few others from different departments.

"I want no bullshit, only straight, honest, fast answers. I don't have all fucking day and the longer you are all here the less time is being spent looking for my sister-in-law." I sit in my chair at the head of the table and look to Sawyer.

"Sawyer, shoot."

"Sir, the laptop open on Mrs Greys bed was left on the American Airlines website. Her email contained a electronic receipt confirming her purchase of 3 Tickets. 2 adult, 1 infant. Destination Hawaii."

"They went to Hawaii a few months ago." I think out loud.

"Sir." Sawyer continues. "The flight departed at 6.15am this morning. Mrs Grey was not on the flight.

"Why the fuck would she go there?" Again, I am thinking out loud. "They just spent 2 weeks there?"

"Mr Grey. We penciled the top leaf of the notepad found on the bed. We could make out a booking for Kahala resort. We have been in contact with the resort. They will inform us if Mrs Grey turns up."

"Wait, Kahala resort rings a bell. I believe they stayed there on their recent vacation. Thank you Sawyer, anything else.?"

"Mrs Greys car is in their garage. If she left it was either by foot - highly unlikely with luggage, or she had other transport."

"Welch, any phone calls from either the home phone or Katherine's phone to a cab company?" I ask. Rubbing my finger along my lip.

"No sir."

"Welch, what have you got?"

"Sir I have reason to suspect the letters sent to Katherine Grey were in fact meant for... Well, take a look at this." He clicks a button on the remote in his hand and the wall sized projector screen comes to life. Displayed is one of the letters to Kate.

"I apologise Sir but up until now we have occupied ourselves trying to trace the letters and emails. We didn't focus too much on the actual wording. What do you see?" He zooms the letter so it becomes larger.

'Having babies has ruined your body. I don't know how your husband can stand to look at you.'

"I'm not seeing ..." I scan through the text.

"How many children does Katherine Grey have Sir?"

"Just Ava." I reply.

Welch zooms further and highlights the word 'babies'. He continues clicking through more of the digital letters. Words are highlighted on nearly every slide. 'Children', 'babies', 'kids'.

"Either whoever sent these is a complete dumbass who didn't research properly or these letters were sent to the wrong Mrs..."

"You mean to tell me you think these letters were MEANT FOR MY WIFE!" I roar. "And you just picked up on this NOW?" I stand and rest my fisted hands against the cool polished wood.

"Yes, Sir. That is what we suspect." Welch pushes his shoulders back and cocks his neck uncomfortably.

"Who the fuck would..? .. Find the fucker!" I hiss. "Whoever the fucker is I want them found!"

"What else?" I boom. My menacing voice echoing through the room.

"We downloaded the security history of the Greys house. The motion sensor last detected movement in the garage at approximately 7.20pm Thursday evening. The house has been vacant since Sawyer and your wife visited yesterday afternoon."

"So we have a time to go by then?" I run my hand through my hair frustrated.

"Sir, you called Simons at approximately 7.30pm to put a tail on a Mr Rodriguez. You claimed he left in a hurry Sir?"

"You think they are connected?" I ask.

"I think he was in a hurry to get away. Looking at your security footage of him with your wife by his vehicle I would go as far as to say he looked almost panicked. The footage at the gate of your home shows him yelling into his phone."

"Fucker." I mutter. "Get a lip reading specialist in and see if we can't make out what the fucker was saying. What is the current location of Mr Rodriguez?"

"Portland Sir. He travels between his apartment and studio most days."

"And Leila Williams?"

"The same. She too works from the studio."

"Anything suspicious?"

"Not yet Sir."

"Anyone else have anything?" I snap. This is not looking good. It is possible that Kate had a bagged packed for her and Ava because she was planning on going on holiday. But if she was taken, where's her bag? Did they take it with them?

"Welch, you said the last movement was in the garage, and Katherine's car is still in the garage.?"

"That is correct." He replies.

"Has anyone checked the car and looked in the trunk?" I look at my security guys.

"The car is locked Sir." Sawyer chokes.

"And that was reason enough to stop you? Send someone around there NOW."

"Yes Sir." Sawyer leaves the room with his phone held to his ear.

We spend the next hour making plans with the head of media in the event that this leaks to the public. In light of the letters having been suspected as being meant for Ana I arrange increased security for my wife and children.

"Taylor, I'm switching you and Sawyer. I want you as Ana's close protection."

"Sir, Sawyer is quite capable..."

"You are the best Taylor, no bullshitting around. If those letters were meant for Ana and as a consequence Kate is missing, I am not taking ANY chances with Ana. Understand! Nothing happens to my wife or someone's balls will be dog meat. Sawyer and Reynolds will be assigned to the children and the wider squad will follow from a distance. A short fucking distance."

"Mrs Grey will suspect something..."

"I don't give a FUCK! Make her unsuspect."

"Who's assigned to you?" Taylor asks, calm and collected. That's why I hired him.

"Fuck, stick Prescott on me. Ana doesn't like the bitch anyway." I grumble. This has turned into a fucking nightmare. I feel physically sick knowing that it could quite possibly have been Ana that was missing if the letters have anything to do with this mess. And Kate... Fuck! My brothers wife is out there with fucking god knows who...

"Mr Grey..." Sawyer barges into the room. "We have entry into the car." He gulps. "Mrs Greys bags are in the trunk, along with a bag for Mr Grey - your brother Sir."

"FfffffUUUUUCCCCKKK!" I roar. Kicking my chair I sending it flying backwards. She didn't leave him, she was planning a surprise holiday for them.

"24/7. No one sleeps till Katherine Grey is found."

KPOV

"He's not here to protect you right now bitch." The brunette hisses.

"Why?" I groan. My hands sore from being tied behind my back. "What did I do to you?" I cry.

"Bitch, you are just some tramp that got caught up in something bigger. See that pathetic excuse lying there." She points to the blonde, unconscious girl sprawled out on the concrete. The brunette starts laughing. "The tart got the wrong day and the wrong Grey. I guess shit like that happens when you hire amateurs. But don't you worry sweetie,". She smirks. "I don't make stupid mistakes. You play nice and you won't end up like her."

She steps forward and slaps my face. The contact makes my skin burn. I desperately want to hold my hands over my face but I can't move them. " We don't want to cause suspicion now do we, so when your friend gets back with a cellphone charger for your phone you are going to ring your sister in law from YOUR phone, and you are going to get her here. And if you don't... Say night night." She chuckles. "Christian Grey is Mine." She cackles.

This bitch is delusional. I drop my aching head back and close my eyes. Come on Grey, where's all your fucking security? Surely you didn't believe I'd leave my family?

When I open my eyes he is standing in front of me.

"Here have some water." He lifts a straw to my mouth so I can sip on the refreshing liquid.

"I still don't understand why you are doing this..," I sob looking up into his eyes.

"Kate... I..."

"You can get out of this, let me help you." I plead.

"You weren't supposed to get caught up in this...I'm in too deep..." He cringes.

"Is it money? What? Explain it to me?"

"No, fuck no! I don't want his money...I want his wife." He mutters. A bell echoes through the speaker in the corner of the room

" I have to go, someone is in the shop." He grabs the ball gag and secures it in my mouth before tightening it.

"I'm sorry Kate. You can call Ana when I get back." He turns and shuts me in the darkness once again. Tears flow down my face. I just want my husband, my daughter. I want to go home. My stomach heaves and I dry retch. Saliva dripping from my chin on to my lap. Please find me.

When I wake they are both standing in front of me. The girl is holding my phone up.

"Time to ring Ana." She sings.

"Fuck off." I spit. They must have removed my gag.

"Feisty aren't we." She slaps me again. "You will ring her." She hisses.

"Why don't you." I hiss at him.

"He wouldn't let her leave the house for me, come on." He growls

"Then I guess you're fucked aren't you." I chuckle, closing my jaw as pain radiates through my head.

"I love her."

"He was right about you, you are a useless fucker." I mutter. "Do you really think she's going to leave him and live happily ever after with you?"

I glare at him. "You were our friend." I scream.

He covers his ears and drops to the ground crying.

"Get up you useless sack of shit." The brunette yells. "Be a man. This is why I want Christian. He's a real man. The things that man can do... Mmmmm." She runs her hand down her shirt and caresses herself. Ugh gross!

"Why would he want a ugly piece of trash like you when he has Ana? You sick fuck." I yell at her.

Her hand comes flying towards me...darkness.

APOV

Jesus, I didn't realise I bought so many toys. Maybe I should donate some to the children's hospital. Yes I think I'll do that.

"That's the last of the boxes." Elliot grunts, still hungover.

"Thanks for helping Elliot. I don't know what's taking Christian so long."

"Hard work running an empire like his." He shrugs. "I'm going to grab some lunch. Hungry?" He asks.

"Yes, I am actually. Lead the way."

I follow Elliot down to the kitchen. Someone's been busy cooking. I didn't hear the housekeeper arrive.

I walk into the kitchen and see Francis. I stare speechless. He hired him! He really hired him.

"Aaaaaaaah." I run up to Francis and give him a quick hug.

"Someone's in a good mood today." He chuckles.

"I ... I, oh my god I thought he hired someone else."

"Well here I am. What can I get you for lunch?" He grins.

"Is that that apricot casserole cooking?" Elliot asks looking into the pot on the stove.

"It sure is. Want some?"

"Fuck yea." Elliot licks his lips.

"Yes please. I don't suppose you bought any..." I begin.

"Red velvet cake?" He says. It just so happens..." He reaches down and grabs a container.

"Thank you Christian." I whisper, looking towards the ceiling, Grinning like a loon. I can't believe it, he actually hired him. I love that man.

I walk to the pantry and grab a jar of pickled onions and take it back to the table.

"Mmmmm." I groan as I dip the onion in the casserole sauce and pop it into mouth.

"When are you due?" Francis asks, grabbing a bun from the basket.

"Pardon?" I nearly choke on my onion.

"When is the baby due?" He repeats.

"What? I'm not pregnant." What a rude thing to say. Elliot chuckles with a mouth full of casserole.

Francis looks at me closely.

"Your hair, your skin, your... Well other things." He coughs nervously. "Your appetite.. Honey, if your not pregnant, well, well I'm not gay." He laughs.

"I ... I'm not. I think I'd know if I was pregnant." I snap. Wouldn't I?