Note: Sorry it is late. I will try to keep updating every week. Message me with suggestion for ideas to be written. And to answer some questions . . . you have to wait to find out. New year's resolution: finish the story.

Ana:

I park my bike out-front of the restaurant. Sawyer is leaning against the windows, left of the entrance. I have to admit that Luke is a good looking guy. He has dark hair and a nice body in the jeans and black tee-shirt, that shows off his muscles, but he is the closest thing to a brother I have left.

After I dismount my bike I make my way over to him where he engulfs me in a familiar, welcome bear hug. I wrap my arms around his neck, when he lifts me off the ground, and inhale the familiar scent of Polo Black.

"Look how grown up you are!" He says and I laugh.

"I saw you 2 months ago." I have to giggle. He is such a teddy bear and jokester.

"And that was too long, glad to see we are both okay now, though." Truthfully I am extremely grateful that I didn't lose him, too. With that we head into the restaurant to be seated. I decide to go with the Alaskan ling Cod, while he gets the House Cheeseburger.

"Sorry it has been so long, fill me in on what has happened in your life these past few months." I say apologetically. I was in a coma for the first three weeks after the last and final mission. My recovery was only for 3 months though, the start of December. The mental part is what I had to recover from the most though.

"No problem, but don't do it again." He also had to recover but only a few months. I nod my okay and he continues.

"Alright let's see." He ponders for a moment before he continues.

"Okay so I got a job with Ryan, Reynolds and Prescott to be CPO's under my Boss, Taylor, for his Bosses family, himself, and the 'help' like the housekeeper. I can't say much though because I signed an NDA." I smile understandingly because I know what he means.

"I live where I work, it's a place called Escala." With that I sputter in my drink.

"He you okay Bug?" He asks, he used to call me lady bug.

"Yea, just surprised. I live at Escala." I say.

"What, when did that happen."

"Well, Kate and I just completely moved in to the new apartment this weekend. I got a job at SIP, not too far from there about a month ago. We decided to let her brother have the old apartment and have us move."

"Well you are going to have to give me your apartment number, looks like we will be seeing each other more often Sis." We really are like brother and sister. I knew him the same amount of time as I knew Matthew.

We continue this conversation and eat our food for almost three hours before his phone rings. I really miss talking with him, well everyone really. When he hangs up he looks irked.

"Hey sorry Bug, but duty calls." He looks apologetic.

"It's alright, see you soon. Love you." I give him a hug and kiss on the cheek. I text him my address then say our goodbyes.

Sawyer:

I see Ana pull up in the 'Little Marine', her bike. I make my way over to her as she takes her helmet off. Her naturally curly hair practically pours out of the helmet. She really is beautiful, and she doesn't realize it. She is physically almost perfect, but she is beautiful on the inside too. If we weren't 'brother and sister' I would say that she is completely and totally HOT! We are though and I wouldn't change that for anything. I was her adoptive brother's best friend since he and I were 6. I knew him longer then she did, but that in turn made her like a sister to me. When we lost him about three years ago we grew closer.

I give her a huge bear-hug, lifting her up to my 6' 6'' height. She smells like her normal strawberry shampoo. As we make our way inside I see all the fuckers looking at her, I am amazed that she doesn't notice one of them.

We talk for a long time, and I find out a lot. When she mentions that she moved to Escala I am surprised, but happy. She seems to be doing really good physically, and emotionally. We both have been through a lot, I was worried about her response this past tour. My phone rings in the middle of Annie and I reminiscing about when we were kids. Great it's Taylor, I know what that means.

"Hey T, what's up?" I ask apprehensively.

"Luke you need to get back and take Gail to the grocery store. You wouldn't believe what happened this morning in the elevator though, but I will tell you that later. Thirty minutes Sawyer."

I give Ana a reluctant hug goodbye and make my way back to Escala.

Ana:

When I arrive home it is about 4:30. I decide to go to the gym for yoga, despite running a marathon this morning on the treadmill. Working out is my coping mechanism. I put on yoga leggings, my red Nikes, and a black sports bra. Pulling my hair up as I make my way to the stair well, to get a head start, and carrying my yoga mat. I go into the yoga room, plug my music in and timer on for 30 minutes.

I have a sheen of sweat covering my body by the time I finish. I grabbed a pair of my gloves before I came down here, just in case I wanted to hit the punching bag. I roll up my mat set it up next to the wall behind the punching bag, and prep my hands. About 5 minutes into it, I notice the Bronze God walk in. He is the definition of perfect just in sweatpants and a tight black Tee-shirt, showcasing his ripped body.

I take a deep breath grab an extra set of boxing gloves and make my way over to him. I muster all of my confidence to walk up to him. I almost lose my cool and train of thoughts when my eyes lock with the most amazing and enchanting dark grey eyes.

"Do you mind sparring with me for a few minutes?" I ask semi-shyly. He smirks and replies,

"Sure." Even with just one word my knees go weak. I study him as we get ready in the ring. He has the most perfect body, not buff but he is ripped. Clearly works out, hard.

"Don't take it easy on me okay." I state, his smirk is almost infuriating me. Oh you have no idea what you got yourself into boy. I have to smile at that thought. We both tap gloves.

We both dance around the court for a minute. I am just waiting for him to make the first move. His first move was to punch my side which I block and return a punch to his stomach; I drop with one leg out and sweep him so he lands on his back. When I stand up he looks shocked. Welcome to my world. He stands up and gets in his fighting stance one more time; he has an increasingly growing look of determination in his stormy eyes. I can't help but being hypnotized. That was a mistake, because he does land a punch on my stomach which in turn pushes me into the strings of the ring. I bounce back and act as though I am going to punch him but nail my kick into the side of his stomach. I know that will bruise. We both make a few hits on each other before he is on top of me. His face merely an inch from mine. I feel his breath on my face and almost kiss him until I realize what I am doing. I bring my hand through his arms and pull his legs apart at the same time. This move makes him drop on top of me and gives me the chance to get on top straddling him. I have one hand on his throat and one hand up like I am going to punch his nose . . . but drop my hands to his chest, stare at him for a moment before getting up.

"Never get distracted." Is all I say before I turn to leave, gloves already taken off. As I turn away he pulls me back and our lips meet instantly. We kiss like I have never been kissed before, like there is no one in the world but us. Our tongues fighting. We pull apart to catch our breath. I have never wanted a guy until now. While the thought is pleasant, it is also terrifying.

"Christian." He holds his hand out to shake mine, and I return.

"Ana." When our hands our touching there is an electricity of sorts. Like we touched an exposed wire. I gasp and his eyes widen affirming that he felt that too. I have no idea what that was. I hop in-between the wires of the ring and am almost halfway to the door when his voice echoes through the empty gym.

"Can I at least get your number?" I can hear the smirk in his voice, and I can't help but giggle, smile then respond.

"Do you have a pen or your phone?" I ask. He practically sprints to his bag then to me handing his phone over. I put my number in with the name Ana, and leave with a final giggle. This has been a good day. Why do I feel like this with be a means to an end and beginning.

Christian:

After this little woman proves that she is not one to be under estimated, I am hovering over her. For some reason it feels so . . . intimate? I feel her breath and body heat hit mine. I am about to lean down to kiss her when she flips me over and is on top. I don't notice anything but her when she is in this position. I never let my subs be on top, but if she didn't just show me she is not a sub I don't know how you can. I hear her say Never get distracted, before she gets up to leave. I grab her arm; I can't let her leave like this. I press my body and lips against hers. I didn't kiss any of my submissives, but this feels like perfection. There is nothing to worry about outside of this moment. All too soon we depart ways, not without getting her name and number though. Is this what normal people do? I know this will not be the last time I see her. Maybe I can start having a normal relationship. Oh lord, Flynn will have a field day with this.

I see Taylor standing by the door with his mouth hanging open in shock. I can't help but chuckle. This causes him to turn into his normal stoic self and lead me to the elevator. It is quiet until breaks the silence.

"Permission to speak freely Sir?"

"Yes Taylor?"

"Besides the fact that that little lady is totally unexpected, did you realize that she had her hands on your chest?" He asks with disbelief laced into his voice. We get off the elevator; I head to the bedroom while he heads to the security room. I get into the shower and replay everything that just happened and realized that she touched my chest, causing no pain. . . Holy Shit!