I DO NOT own the characters or the book. This is just a FanFiction.

A/N: MAJOR WRITERS BLOCK. This took me forever to write. Anyways, thanks for the reviews! Please keep them coming!

Miller still has his hold on my arm as he rushes me down the street. People are looking at us and it's making me quite uncomfortable. I bet Christian would have his head for this.

"What's going on? I want to see my husband!"

"You can't."

"Why not? What's happening?" This whole thing is starting to scare me.

"I need to call someone. Wait here." He snarls the last bit. He walks a couple feet ahead of me, takes out his phone and calls someone. He's eyeing me like I might run or something.

I look over at him. I wish I could hear who he's talking to. He's not saying much, that I can tell. Maybe I can just force him to take me. He is my security guard so he has to do what I tell him to.

"I'm going to Grey House." I order over to him and start to walk quickly.

"No you're not." He end his call and run over to me grabbing my arm and drags me in the direction of my apartment.

"Let me go!" I try and shove him off of me.

"Ma'am this will work better for all of us if you just corporate."

Jeez what's his problem. If Christian sent the books to me why can't I see him?I roll my eyes as he drags me threw the streets of Seattle. This couldn't get more embarrassing.

When we arrive at the apartment, I head to the kitchen. It's been a long, stressful walk home and it was quite warm out for winter. My arm is probably going to be bruised tomorrow after Miller dragged me home like a child. I must tell Andrew about this. I'm sure he would do something about this. It was quite inappropriate.

As I grab my glass of water, I look around the apartment. Neither of them is no where's to be found. Reaching up to the window, I grab the medal handle and lift it up. I poke my head out the front window and see only Miller standing out the entrance of the apartment building. He looks angry, but I don't know why. I guess Andrew's probably in his room. That's where hey spend most of their off time in.

Leisurely, I head over to there bedroom that's just off to my right side. It's quite close to the apartment door, there's probably a reason for that. I roll my eyes at the thought.

As I go to knock on the door, my eyes catch something on the floor. I notice something leaking threw the crack of the door.

I bend down and gaze at it, I quickly realize it's blood. "Fuck!" I can feel panic swish threw my body. My breathing starts to increase.

Making sure not to touch the door handle, I barge threw the door and see a dead body slumped over the wooden floor in a pool of blood.

"Oh my god!" I cry out. My hands covers my mouth. It's an awful sight.

I walk in and look over, making sure to keep a distance. I move so that I'm standing in front of the guy, bend down and lean on my heals. His whole face is covered in blood, I can't make out who it is. My stomach starts to turn. God I wish I didn't come in here.

I look at his hands, there's a two inch long scar on his palm, shit this is Andrew! Miller must of done this! He did seem a little on edge today. And no one else knows who lives here. He could of easily of done it when they switched shifts and you passed out. My subconscious is right. I was out for a good 2 hours.

I gape at the whole scene, trying not to pass out, I hear footsteps. Miller must be back up. Adrenalin pours threw me and I quickly stand up. He must just be on the outside the apartment door. I quickly leave and scurry into the Kitchen.

Looking around the kitchen frantic, I decide I need to busy myself with something. Cooking seems like my best option. I need to look like I don't suspect him at all.

I grab a frying pan from the cabinet and throw in onto the element. I race to the fridge and the ingredients to make my usual, stir fry. My hands are shaking and I can't get them to settle.

The door rattles and Miller walks in. I can feel his eyes on me.

My appetite is clearly suppressed. I feel like I'm going to faint again and knowing there's a dead body in my apartment is making me sick. How could he have done this? I thought Taylor checked these people out. I gaze out the window. I need to get away from Miller, It's obvious to me he has something to do with this. Who else could it be?

I catch him in the corner of my eyes. Still looking angry.

"Hello." I stutter out. God I'm scared. I become more frantic.

"Ma'am." He walks around. Crap I bet he knows I know. I can feel the sweat pouring off me.

"I... I'm... A... just making something to eat, wooould you like some?" Play it cool Ana!

"No thank you. Is everything all right?" He walks over to me. Studying my face.

"Jussst...hungry and tired. I haven't eaten all day...plus I fainted." I force a smirk up at him. My heart is racing a mile. I grab the packet of chicken breasts and begin to unwrap them. Jeez I can't even do this.

"That's understandable ma'am. I'm sorry I couldn't take you to see your husband."

"It's fine." I look over to him. He walks away to the bedroom where I found Andrew.

My phone vibrates a few moments later. I haven't gotten a call in ages. I switch the element off and walk over to my phone and answer it.

"Hellloooo?" I manage to get out.

"Anastasia, listen to me. Go to your bedroom now." He sounds urgent.

"Christian?" God I've missed his voice.

"Oh, Anastasia." He sobs.

"Why are you crying?"

"Just go to your bedroom now and lock the door."

I do as I'm told.

"Listen baby, I'll explain everything to you real soon. Everything is in a big mess and things aren't working out like I hoped they would. I have this plan, and we need to go threw with it now."

"What-" I get cut off. He answers my unspoken question.

"I need you to go straight to The Grace as fast as you can. Can you get there by yourself?"

"Yes. Wil you meet me there? I choke out.

"Yes. We're going to leave for a while. Just the two of us." Christian sobs.

I need to tell him about Andrew.

"Christian, Andrew is dead. "

He inhales a sharp breath of air.

"I know Anastasia. That's why I'm getting you out of there. I'll be waiting." Wait, he knows?

"Go now Anastasia. Take what you need with you. And sneak out the window. Make sure no one sees you."

"Ok."

And with that, the line goes dead. FUCK!

This is almost impossible to try and put together in my head. I pace up and down my room. Is this why Christian left me? Was he trying to protect me? God I'm so confused. I haven't herd him cry since last year. He only ever cries when... Fuck!

I get up and run to my closet, tripping on my pyjamas pants on the way. I pick myself off the floor and continue to walk over. Reaching into the small closet, I grab the navy blue duffle bag that's hanging on the hook. I go to my bed and grab my cell, computer, a few spare clothes and the picture of Christian and me. I shove them all into the long blue duffle bag, do up the zipper and throw in back on my bed.

Heading back into my closet, I pull out a white shirt and my shorter black trench coat and put them on. Jeez I look like a mess in the mirror. You can definitely tell I've had a hard day. I tuck a loose strand of hair behind my ears and move over to my bed.

I grab my bag and place it around my shoulder. I cause a racket trying to open the window. Fuck I bet Miller can here me. I place my left leg out first, then my right. As I squeeze my body out the window, I reach the fire stairs. I look down. Thank god I live on the first floor. I gaze back in the room and take one last look before descending the rackety stairs.

After 10 minutes of quick walking, almost a run, I manage to get to three streets over from my apartment without being seen. I stop in front of a small Cafe and catch my breath, I walk in to get something to drink before I pass out. I think I'm safe here.

As I exit, my phone vibrates again.

"Christian!"

"Ana baby I need you to get rid of this phone. Someone is tracking where you are and I can't let them know where you're going."

"What?" This day just keeps getting worse. I bet it's Miller.

"Are you walking?"

"Yes."

"Get in a taxi asap, it'll get you there quicker. We're running out of time."

"There's one just down the street."

He sighs. "Good. Baby I love you so much, I'm so sorry about this." His voice is horsed.

HE LOVES ME! I scream to myself and smile "I love you too." I murmur and then he cuts off.

I gaze down at the phone for a moment and see a trash can. I trow my phone in it and race after the taxi down the street.

"Are you free?" I ask the taxi driver trying to catch my breath.

"Yes Miss." I open the door and get in and tell him to take me to the dock.

I'm less then five minutes away from The Grace. As I sit in the back, I find myself getting more and more nervous the closer we get. I haven't seen him in almost two months. And the last time we saw each other, I threw a vase at his face. He did derisive that for making me feel like my life was over. And then there's the picture of him and Elena that I plain on demanding an answer about. And he can't deny anything, I have my laptop with me.

With everything that's happened to me today, I do just want to run into my husband arms. I can't get that image of Andrew out of my head. It's going to be in my nightmares for quite some time. I never though in a million years that Miller would be a killer. But how did Christian know? Maybe it wasn't Miller.

"We're here ma'am." The old taxi driver mutters.

"Thank you. How much will that be?"

"Twenty nine dollars." I hand him the cash with a nice tip.

He looks down at the extra twenty dollar bill in shock. "Thank you ma'am. You have yourself a lovely day."

"You too." I force a smile as I exit the cab.

I walk over to the boardwalk and stand there for a moment and look at all the boats in the water. It's 8pm and it's starting to get dark out. I look over and see The Grace just floating there with all the lights on. It's such a pretty sight. I sigh, it's now or never Ana. I'm still angry with him. But surprisingly not furious like I have been weeks ago. Boy was I mad at him then.

I walk over to the entrance. I look up can't see anyone. I start to panic, Christian said he would be waiting for me. Placing a foot forward, I walk up the wooden ramp that leads onto The Grace.

When I'm on deck, I look around again. I make my way around the whole top but there's no one here.

"Christian?" I yell out.

A/N 2: -I am real sorry this wasn't the best written chapter. You wouldn't believe the major case of writers block I got. :(