*****This is a work of fiction! I do not own the characters, they belong to EL James. The story line details belong to me.****
Sawyer
What the hell was that noise? I look at all the screens to see rumble and flames throughout this floor and the floor below us. Shit! I just hope no one has been hurt. Then it comes back to me that Mrs. Grey was in the apartment. I move toward the security rooms' door, trying the handle I pull my hand back quickly from the sizzling. The handle was blazing hot. I pull my shirt off over my head and wrap it around my hurt hand. Then I reach out again to turn the handle.
As I walk out the door I am confronted with the smell of burning wood, and such a disaster. I make out a figure in the distant near the elevator. The figure was much too large to be Mrs. Grey.
"Mr. Grey, is that you," I ask as I see the figure coming closer.
"No, I am not Mr. Grey," the figure says as they try to give me a blow to the head. I duck out of the way and shove the person up against the door frame of the security door.
"You are going to pay for that," they say as they try to pull a gun from their waist, but I quickly grab it and toss it toward the rumble as another blasts goes off around us sending the intruder and me into the air. The intruder lands to my right hitting their head up against the kitchen counter. I land toward the already blown out windows. As I start to fly through the window I reach out barely grabbing the metal window sill to keep myself from going 22 floors down to my death.
I pull myself up from the shattered window and go in search of Mrs. Grey, but am halted yet again as I feel the vibrating of my phone. I reach into my pocket and pull it out.
"Sawyer," I say.
"God, it is good to hear your voice," Taylor says as I feel like my breath has been knocked out of me as I see Mrs. Grey barely visible under a lot of debris.
"Taylor, it's bad. I just found Mrs. Grey. She isn't doing well, I can't acess her condition, and she's buried under a lot of rumble and debris. I also came across an intruder a few moments ago, before another explosion," I say removing some debris from around Mrs. Grey.
"Give me the damn phone," I hear Mr. Grey saying in the background as Taylor is relying the info I just gave him.
"Sawyer, I don't care what you have to do, but my wife better come out of that apartment alive or else," he was still speaking as another explosion shook the apartment and some shifting began. I tried to brace myself and Mrs. Grey as more debris and rumble seemed to be exploding around else. I felt her pressure point on her throat; she still had a pulse though it was weak. She was still alive.
I can't do anything as I watch the intruder fleeing the apartment because my main priority right now was the well being of the woman in front of me.
"Sawyer," Mrs. Grey whispered as if her breathing was labored.
"Mrs. Grey, please don't talk unless you really need to. I am unsure how long it's going to be until help arrives. You need to just save your energy," I say as I am trying hard to stay calm. The apartment smells horrible and I am unaware if the apartment was going to crumble at any moment.
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?POV
Shit! Shit! I thought as pain seared throughout my body. How the hell had that bitch survived all of these explosions. Damn, even the bodyguard seemed hard to get rid of. I thought only the original one Taylor was skilled, but I underestimated this one. He was well prepared to take me on.
I can't believe he didn't go through that window. Ugh! I thought this was going to be an easy job, yet again I failed to see the logic behind the whole thing. Damn it, I need to get out of here before another explosion rocks this apartment. There are several more to go off. I limp out of the debris ridden apartment toward the flight of stairs toward the elevator and hope the ash and soot cover up who I am.
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Christian
The whole drive to Escala was nerve wracking even after Sawyers phone call. I know Ana would get onto me for being harsh with him, but hell her life and our little blimp's life now depended on him. Taylor pulled to a stop behind the police barrier and opened my door quickily.
"Get the police to give you all the information they have and find out what measures they are taking to rescue my wife and her bodyguard," I snap as I slam the door to the car. I notice Taylor flinch a little bit before taking off toward the police as I wander toward the front of the second set of barriers.
There was so much debris all over the street; it was hard for me not to break down right here in the middle of the street thinking the worst of the whole situation. I look toward Taylor who seems thoroughly busy in conversation with the officers.
I can see reporters lined up all around the place; some taking in the scene around them while others have their cameras focused on me and what I am going to do. Hell, if it weren't for them I would be over there yelling and barking orders at the officers instead of Taylor.
"Mr. Grey, do you have any comments about the news that it's your apartment that has been bombed," a young blonde reporter probably in her mid- thirties ask me as she pushes the microphone into my face.
I begin to panic having someone unfamiliar in my private space; all I wanted to do was beat the living shit out of this woman. How dare she think she could come this close to me and live to rise for another day? Shaking my head to rid myself of those evil thoughts I quietly move toward her left to head over to Taylor to get an update of what was going on.
"Sir," Taylor says as I approach him.
"Any news," I question as I lean up against the cruiser.
"They say that at least three different bombs have exploded. It seems that the only levels affected are the 19th through yours. So either the explosives are on your floor or the better thought the one below you. I just learned that the 20th floor was vacated due to several renovations and expansions of the apartments on that floor," he says giving me the only news he had.
"Find out who has been on that floor yesterday," I snap as I look up toward the now burning apartment praying that Ana and Sawyer were alright.
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A/N: I had written a different story, but at last minute decided not to kill Ana off so then had to rework or rewrite the storyline. Hope this fills you until I can update again. As always thank you for the reviews and thoughts.