Kate-pov

I was so relieved when Christian returned from behind the stores with Ana, but I still did not understand what was going on. All he said was to meet him at his house. And now that I'm following him and Ana, he doesn't turn left; the direction of his house, he goes straight. Where is he going?!

Trying to call Elliot for what feels like the hundredth time, because since this whole Ana-went-missing thing I've been trying to call my husband and have been getting his voicemail each time, he finally picks up.

"What?!" He snaps which surprises me. Elliot is usually a pretty mellow and calm guy, he doesn't get upset too easily.

"El?" I question him.

"Katie?" He asks, pausing and then coming back on to say, "Sorry, babe, I didn't know who it was, I didn't look at the caller ID. I'm driving, I've gotta get Taylor and he's not answering his cell."

That explains why he wasn't answering my calls. He's been trying to call Taylor.

"El, what is going on? Do you know? Ana went missing, Christian found her, but-"

"Wait, Christian has Ana?"

"Yes."

"Thank fuck!"

"You know something, don't you," I ask. "What's going on?"

"Ana's ex is in town."

"Her ex? You mean, her husband? The man who abused her?"

"Yes. Christian said he's here and he had Ana. But if Christian has Ana now, I don't know what is going on. Maybe the guy isn't here and it was another scare. Christian said something about her being scared last week because of Don, mom's hairdresser. But I still have to get to Taylor, Christian's gonna want a plan in place, enough is enough, and Barney Fife said Taylor took a call from Lilly at the restaurant so I'm on my way there."

"Elliot, this is all my fault." I cry. "I didn't know he was still a problem for her, I mean, I knew she was on the run but I thought she was just worrying about him finding her, not that there was a possibility that he could. I still don't understand how could he have found her. If I had know, I never would've let her out of my sight today, and I'm sure Christian wouldn't either. I knew how scared she was that he would find her and I acted as if he wouldn't. I'm such a shitty friend-"

"Katie, stop. I wont have you thinking like that." Elliot interrupts me. "Listen, you're a great friend, you didn't know there was a potential threat because you weren't given all the details and information about it. But, understandably, Ana didn't want to talk about it. That's not on you, and it's not on her. The only person to blame here is that rat-bastard. We'll talk more about this later, I have to go. I'm at the restaurant now and Taylor's truck is here so I'll grab him and we'll meet you all at Christian's house to come up with a plan to get rid of this asshole once and for all."

"Christian's not here." I tell him as I stay sitting in my car in front of the luxurious house. "He told me to go to his place, but him and Ana didn't make the turn."

"Mom has Teddy, they're probably going to get him first." He explains. "Sit tight, I'm getting Taylor and we'll find Christian and Ana. This will all be over soon."

...
Apov

With tears in my eyes, I push Boyce's lifeless body off of me. He's lighter than I thought he would be, and when I'm finally out from under him, I look up to see why.

Mr. Steele is panting and out of breath as if he just ran a marathon. He helped get Boyce's body off of me.

I know that Mr. Steele has a gun, he took it out when Christian found us, but that has me thinking if he pulled the trigger or if I did. His words he said to Christian, "Don't fuck with a man who has nothing left to live for, you sick son-of-a-bitch." This poor man has been through enough and he's still here, still trying to protect me in a way he couldn't his daughter.

The sirens are blaring now and I can see flashes of blue and red.

I'm still laying on the ground, leaning up on my elbows, when Mr. Steele reaches his hands out to help me up.

"Are you alright, sweetheart?" Mr. Steele asks once I'm standing.

I'm still in shock, I can't think straight, so I just nod.

My eyes move to where I last saw Christian. He's still out, laying on the ground unconscious.

Rushing to him, I take off my cardigan, putting pressure on his gunshot wound near his shoulder.

"Christian?" I cry, calling to him as I brush his hair back from his eyes. "Please, please wake up. Please. Don't leave me. I love you."

I cry out with joy when he moves, although grunting in pain.

"Ana?" He grunts.

"I'm here, I'm here." I assure him.

The paramedics rush towards us and quickly work on getting Christian on a stretcher.

"Ma'am, are you injured?" One of them asks me.

"No, I'm fine, just worry about him." I brush him off, keeping my eyes on Christian since he's no longer responding.

"Ma'am, w-" He begins to protest.

"I said, I'm fine!" I snap. "If you are so persistent, you can check me at the hospital because I'm going with him."

"Ana!" I hear my name being called, when I look up, I see Elliot rushing to me. "What happened?"

"Can I explain later?" I ask him. "They're taking Christian to the hospital and I want to be with him."

"But, what happened?" He asks, looking so lost.

"My husband found me and shot Christian. And I- I did something... something bad."

"We'll talk at the hospital." I hear Taylor say behind me in a firm tone.

I turn around to face him, still a little afraid of the authority he represents, and nod.

After thanking Taylor for allowing me to go with Christian, I quickly follow the paramedics to the ambulance.

...
Ray-pov

"Who are you?" Is the question that is asked to me once the authorizes arrive.

"I'm Ana's father." I answer truthfully.

"That girl?" He points to the girl who is using my Annie's identity.

"Yes." I respond. Though this time I'm less truthful. She's using Annie's identity for a reason, and I'm sure she doesn't want anyone to know, not even the police. I'm breaking the law by lying, but right now, I don't care. As long as that girl is safe, and it seems like she is now, that's all that matters to me. But until I get the okay from her, I'm not revealing who she really is.

"And what did you see, sir?" He asks, fumbling with a little notebook and looking every bit confused.

"I followed... Ana and-" I pause to remember the girl's boyfriend's name. Christian, she said it was, so I tell the officer, "Christian. I followed Ana and Christian to make sure she was safe-"

"Why wouldn't she be safe?" He interrupts me.

"Exhibit A." I say sarcastically while pointing to the man under the white sheet. "Would you like for me to continue, or are you going to interrupt me at every turn?"

"Continue." He looks apologetic and a little intimidated, shifting from one foot to the other.

This guy is the town's officer?

"Like I said, I followed them. My truck isn't all that great so I was a ways behind them when I saw that car crash into their SUV. From the distance I was at, I saw a man with a gun force them out of their vehicle, so I sped up to intervene if needed, which it was clear it was needed."

"And how would you intervene?"

I glare at him for a moment for interrupting me again with his damned questions before I pull out my IDs; conceal and carry card, my FOID card, and any other shit this dumbass might need.

"I carry." I state simply.

Before he can say anything else useless, his boss walks up to us asking who I am and what happened. Officer dipshit gives him a watered down version of what I said, and when he gets to the part that I have my gun on me, the chief of police looks at me in question.

"Listen," I begin before he says anything. "Everything happened so fast, that girl was in obvious danger. When I finally arrived on scene, they were fighting over a gun. Yes, I pulled mine out with the intention of saving her life, but their gun went off before I had a clear shot. You cannot begin to imagine what I felt, hearing that gun go off, and then the relief I felt when I saw she was still alive. It was self-defense!"

The chief, with J. TAYLOR written on his badge, regards me for a moment before he nods.

"You're free to go, Mr. Steele. We have your information, we'll be in touch if we have anymore questions."

Officer shit-for-brains looks shocked, but chief Taylor walks away without another word, going towards the girl. She's walking next to Christian, who is being wheeled towards the ambulance, while talking to another guy. This one doesn't seem to be with the police or any member of authority. I watch as the chief says something to her and then she gets inside the ambulance with Christian.

I was told I'm free to go, so I hop in my truck and follow the ambulance to the hospital.

I'm not sure why, but I need to make sure she's safe even though I know the man haunting her is dead. It's the least I can do for this girl, I couldn't do it for my Annie and I still blame myself everyday for what happened to her.

...
Apov

Glancing out the back window of the ambulance, I see a pickup truck following us. Looking closely, I see that it is Mr. Steele behind the wheel.

"Ana." Christian's whispering gains my attention.

He's awake again!

"Hey," I smile through my tears and sniff. "How do you feel?"

"Like I've been shot."

"You're going to be okay," I assure him. "I promise."

"What about you?" He asks, sounding like it's painful to speak. "The baby?"

"Your pregnant?" The paramedic who was so concerned with checking me over asks, interrupting us.

"I'm fine." I glare at the paramedic before turning my attention back to Christian. "I'm fine. The baby is okay, he didn't hurt me, but they're going to double check us at the hospital."

"Boyce?"

I shake my head.

I can't believe I killed someone, although someone who has been hurting me, and I would say deserved it, but who am I to say who deserves it or not.

"It's over." I tell Christian. "He'll never hurt anyone ever again."

Christian nods and closes his eyes.

"Christian!" I panic.

"I'm fine," He mumbles, eyes still closed. "Just resting my eyes."

The paramedics assure me he's going to be okay, so I let him rest as we make our way to the hospital.

After answering questions with the police, no charges were filed. It was self-defense, no argument there, but I still feel horrible. I know I shouldn't, but I do. It was the only way out I saw and I couldn't wait any longer for help, only for him to go to prison and be out in a matter of years so he could continue to haunt me. I was thinking about everyone, including myself, when I pulled the trigger. Now he can no longer hurt me, or anyone else, ever again.

A doctor double checked me and the baby when we arrived at the ER; we're fine, as I've said. Christian was taken straight back to the operating room, the bullet needing to be surgically removed and he was unconscious again. I'm sure they will do a CAT scan on him and that has me worried.

Mr. Steele was the first to arrive, followed by Elliot then Christian's parents. Mia stayed back to watch the kids but was still worried.

Since I was checked out, and given the all clear, they released me. In the waiting room, I let everyone know how sorry I was and what happened. Nobody blamed me but me.

As soon as the doctor came back and told us Christian was out of surgery, everyone took turns seeing him. He was still out from the anesthesia, but once they all saw he was okay, they went back to the waiting room so we could be alone. Grace kept popping back in everyone now and then to check on him, though.

Once Christian woke up, I couldn't stop apologizing. Of course he said it wasn't my fault.

After another round of visitors, this time including Kate and Mia, we're alone once again. Teddy asked about us, but we didn't want him to worry, seeing his father in the hospital, so he's going to stay the night with Grace and we'll see him once Christian is released tomorrow since he had to be kept over night because of the surgery and hitting his head. I'm just not sure yet what we'll tell Teddy of what happened.

I'm now cuddled up with Christian on his hospital bed and all I can seem to do is overthink everything.

"What are you thinking about, baby?" Christian asks, knowing that my mind is running wild with thoughts.

"I don't know who I am." I whisper as I play with the sheet on his bed that we're wrapped in.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, I've been going by Ana for the last few months, but my real name is Dakota. I don't feel like Dakota, she died the day I left. I'm not her, I'm this whole other person entirely, however, I don't know who. But now that it's over, and I don't have anyone to hide from anymore, I guess I have to go back to being Dakota Johnson again." No way would I ever use Boyce's last name even though it's my legal name at the moment.

"My father is a lawyer." He reminds me.

"Yeah?" I question, not really sure about this topic change. Surely I wouldn't need the divorce anymore if I'm technically a widow.

"Mr. Steele gave you permission to use Anastasia's name." He explains further, "Keep everything legal. Change your name to Anastasia."

"Can I do that?"

"I discreetly talked to my father about legal name changes. You can."

"I think I'd like that." I smile at the thought of his suggestion.

"We'll start the process first thing tomorrow morning." He tells me, kissing my head.

I hug him, being careful of his arm that's in a sling now. I wouldn't want to hurt his shoulder.

"I want to see Anastasia's grave." I say, "As a way to say thank you and pay my respects to her."

"Of course." He kisses my head again, and this time he rests his cheek against it. "We'll go whenever you want."

Since Christian was shot in his left shoulder it's difficult for him to drive, and I don't have a license. Montesano, where Anastasia Steele is buried, is a long trip so it will have to wait until Christian is healed enough to endure the long drive. I just really need to pay my respects to her and thank her in person, as weird as that sounds, that I was able to use her identity for however long I needed it so that Boyce wouldn't find me. And yet, somehow, he did, and I still don't know how.