*****This is a work of fiction! I do not own the characters, they belong to EL James. The story line details belong to me.****

Ana

I hated that Christian just dismissed me the way he did, but I also knew that he was trying to protect me. I hated the idea that Elena Lincoln, Mrs. Robinson was alone in my house with my husband right now. I am trying to help Mia, but my mind is a thousand miles away. Mia's twins are playing with Teddy while Sophie is hop scotching with Grace. I have this weird feeling, so I start to walk back to the house.

"Mrs. Grey," Sawyer says as he walks up to me.

"Where's Taylor?" I question but before he answers I see Taylor walking around the house towards the patio door and in seconds has his gun drawn. Sawyer takes off up the yard to reinforce Taylor. I look around me, but as I hear a gunshot I am sprinting up the yard as well. Taylor has his gun pointed at someone within the house. Sawyer has his gun now drawn ready to back up Taylor.

"Let me through," I yell as I reach them and drop to my knees as I see Christian lying crumpled on the ground. Sawyer bends down to me just as I see Grace walking through to Christian with her medical bag in her hands.

"Let her in here, Luke," she says quietly. I am helped to my feet by Sawyer and as I walk the few feet to Christian where I collapse yet again. His eyes are open and moving.

"Baby," he stutters.

"Shh! Don't talk!" I say bending down and placing a kiss on his lips the taste of blood on his lips keeps me rooted in spot. I watch as Taylor practically drags a hysterical Elena from the room kicking and screaming. Sawyer is crouched over another person holding him down all the while the man laughing as if things were funny.

Grace was trying to look calm although Christian had now began to cough blood up. I was having a hard time keeping myself composed. I was dying on the inside because I knew for sure my husband was probably dying right at this moment.

I heard the medic helicopter before I even relized what was going on. Christian was very close to death so of course they would need to airlift him. I was grabbed from behind by Sawyer as the medics began to take control of the situation from Grace. I could tell she was barely holding herself together, but was looking lost as they placed tubes and things around him and into him.

"Mrs. Grey," one of the medics said looking toward her.

"I'll meet you there, go with him," I barely say as I watch my husband and his mother rush out the patio door. I am hardly holding it together as I watch police come in and start asking questions and taking pictures. I am ushered to my room to change by Mia, as Sawyer takes my bloody dress back downstairs.

"Ana, Christian is a fighter. He will be fine," she whispers as she half hugs and clings to me. She had been my very lifeline for the first year and half of my death. We had become closer than I was even with Kate. We were sisters. She knew my pain; she had lost Ethan almost a year ago due to a person attacking him thinking he was Christian. I felt bad for her.

"I know, but what if," she cuts me off by placing her hand over my mouth.

"Don't!" she commands as she helps me up. We walk downstairs and are ushered into the den where our children were waiting. Teddy ran right at me, while Grace just hangs back. I almost forgot her birthday was ruined by this whole tragedy.

"Come here baby," I cry out as she does so. She is crying as she clings to me. I have a hard time, but stand to my feet.

"Mrs. Grey," Taylor says as he clears his throat.

"Do you know anything?" I question holding tight to my babies.

"Not yet, they just landed and he was rushed into surgery. The car is waiting," he says as Mia begins to exit the room with her 3 year old twins, so I follow behind her.

"Mommy," Grace whispers as we are all seated and buckled into the back of one of the fleet of SUV's Christian has bought.

"Hmm!" I ask barely paying attention to anything else around me as Taylor speaks into a phone or should I say yells into it, while Sawyer drives. Mia is talking to Elliot who is already at the hospital.

"Is daddy alright," she asks. I look into her eyes and break down crying because I didn't know.

"I'm not sure baby," I reply.

"I'll pray for him mommy," she says as she turns to look out the widow ending the conversation. I am not surprised by the commotion that confronts us at the hospital. Every news agency is camping out all around the hospital trying to get an exclusive.

"Ana, wait here with Sawyer," Taylor says as he opens the door. I watch as Mia gets out with her twins and Taylor walks them through the crowd. I am not prepared when he gets back for the bombarding of questions as we exit the SUV.

"Miss." One reporter says as she sticks her microphone in my face.

"What's your relationship to Mr. Grey?" another on shouts.

"Why are you here?" questions another. More and more questions are shouted as I cling to my two babies who are shielded from the press under a blanket. Once inside the waiting room Carrick comes right to me and takes Teddy from me, while Elliot takes hold of Grace.

"Do you know anything?" I ask pleading Carrick with my eyes. He shakes his head slightly, and I go into hysterics from the building shock. I am shouting and carrying on something horrible unaware of Grace standing beside me with a needle in her hand, as darkness takes me.

**********************Fifty Shades Shattered**********************

Grace

It was overwhelming having to watch as Ana sank down to her knees in front of me to hold onto the only thing that mattered to her; my son. The two of them have been through so much together, but his situation was different. I knew as a Doctor that Christian was in serious danger. He was shot close to the heart and was bleeding out from his wound.

Everything had happened so fast as Carrick and I walked into the house and heard Christian and Elena talking to the gun shot. I am hopeful that by being there and putting pressure on the wound that maybe he would be okay, but I am not sure. Then to see Ana; watching her collapse just broke me.

I was thankful that she insisted on me going with him in the helicopter and not here because he stopped breathing one the way to the hospital. Once he was at the hospital I was relieved of my duties as his doctor because of him being my son. The director thought I was too emotionally attached. He was right about that. I knew I would do whatever I needed to do to make sure my son would survive. Damn it. I was pissed at Elena and Lincoln. They have caused too much damage to my family.

"Hello," I whisper as I answer my phone.

"Mom, Ana is having a meltdown in the waiting room," Elliot says as I begin to rush down to my waiting family. I quickly grab a sedate from the nurses' station and head to them. As I am rounding the corner I hear Ana's voice rising. She is losing it, so I don't think twice before I stick the needle into her arm and brace myself for her to collapse.

"I've got her," Taylor says as he gently picks Ana up and I lead him to a room on the same floor and begin to get her checked into the hospital. She's going to need to be here for her breakdown.

"Taylor, what the hell happened this afternoon," I say as I turn arounf to see my sons' number one.

"I don't know ma'am. Christian had dismissed me for the rest of the afternoon and I was on my way to Gail when I had this uneasy feeling. I turned back around and raced into the house to catch the man shoot Christian and I shot him," he says as he covers Ana up. I guess I knew the rest of it from walking in right after that.

Police had brought Lincoln in to have his wound checked out. They began to talk or interview the rest of the family who had been present in the room and at the house. I had been informed that Christian was in critical condition because the bullet had pierced an artery close to his heart. He had lost a lot of blood.

"Dr. Grey," came a nurse's voice from behind me.

"Yes," I answer.

"Dr. Greene has just finished checking Mrs. Grey over and says that she is doing fine," the young girl replies as I just nod and turn back around to my son. He was hooked up to several different machines and all this waiting was killing me. I turn to seek out the family whom have taken over one of the waiting areas and turned it into a makeshift refuge.

Mia was holding her little girl Ella while everyone else was holding different children. Taylor stands up and walks toward me.

"Ma'am, has there been any news," he asks. I just shake my head. He nods at me and then I am tapped on the shoulder. I turn to see Ros standing behind me.

"I am sorry to have to ask this, but the press is asking a lot of questions and the police say that without any paperwork they are going to release a statement about the incident. I thought you might want to have something released before the police leak anything," she says as she holds a manila file in her hands.

"Carrick," I say. He hands Teddy off to Gail.

"Ros," he says looking at both of us.

"I was just asking if we should release a statement before the police do," she counters. He looks back behind him to the family and only nods his head.

"Okay, I need to speak with Mrs. Grey," she replies.

"Um, I don't think that is a good idea," I say knowing that Ana has been barely making it.

"Who needs to see me?" questions Ana as she walks into the waiting room.

**********************Fifty Shades Shattered**********************

Ana

I have just woken up and was a little anxious and mad that Grace would sedate me, but I guess I don't blame her. I removed my covers to see that I was in a hospital gown, so I grabbed the robe hanging on the chair beside the bed and put it on. I walked out of my room to find Sawyer camped out in a chair.

"Ma'am," he says as he stands to his feet.

"Where is everyone?" I question.

"They are in the waiting room down the hall. It seems the Grey's have taken it over," he says smiling. I nod my head.

"How is Christian?" I question.

"He is in critical condition. He's still alive Mrs. Grey," he says looking to his hands. I know the feeling. I am just as restless as he is.

"Let's go to the family. I think I need to see my babies," I say turning in the direction of the waiting area. He nods and follows me.

"Okay, I need to speak with Mrs. Grey," I hear a woman say my name.

"Um, I don't think that is a good idea," I hear Grace say as she looks into Carrick's eyes.

"Who needs to see me?" I question as I walk into the room. Teddy and Grace run for me as I bend down to brace myself to catch them.

"I am sorry to bother you at this moment, but I was asking to release a statement, then I need to get you to sign some paperwork since Christian is unable to do so," Ros says as she looks embarrassed. I nod my head.

"What is the statement going to say?" I ask.

"Whatever you would like it to say?" she replies.

"Why don't we tell the truth? Lincoln is behind bars; Elena isn't going to bother us. I think it's time to come home," I say holding my two babies close to me.

"I don't think Christian would recommend that," Flynn says as he enters the room.

"Let's just keep it simple Ana, and then when things are better than you and Christian can handle the situation the way you see fit," he says.

"Fine!" I snap as I sign the paper in front of me and take off with the children.

"Luke where is Christian," I ask.

"Ma'am, he's in ICU room 3," he says as he sees the look on my face. I walk off following behind him as he leads the way. I can tell its Christian barely due to his copper hair. I walk into the room with Teddy and Grace still clinging to me.

"Mommy," Grace cries out.

"Shh! It's going to be okay," I say as I sit down with them in a chair next to our lifeline. Teddy falls asleep in my arms as I lie my head on the bed over my hand that's clinging to Christian's, Grace is sitting on the small couch in front of the bay window opposite of us. Our family needed some normality. Christian and I needed to be together to protect our family. I couldn't do this alone.

"Ana, honey you can't be in here," my mother in law says as she walks to me.

"He would be here for me," I state.

"I'm sure he would, but his is different," she says. I shake my head.

"It's not different, I am not leaving," I say still clutching his hand. Then we both are cut off by the alarms being set off. Something was wrong with Christian. I watched as Grace grabbed Teddy from me and I went over to my daughter and picked her up as nurses and doctors came running in. Then the silence of his heartbeat put the people in overdrive. I watched helplessly as my husband was slipping away from me. How would I ever survive this?