A/N - Sorry it's been so long. This time of year will only be getting busier for me with work and family coming into town. I will update when I can. Please be patient with me, I adore all of your reviews and comments!

KPOV

Christian says his good-byes to the owners as the helicopter gets fueled up. I make sure everything we brought and the new things are all packed up neatly in the back, buckling them into a seat so as to not lose anything. Before he turns on anything though, he calls Taylor, telling him that we will be coming back late tonight, just in case Elena has had the phone line tapped somehow. He straps me in, and then double checks all the little gears and knobs, making sure everything is as it should be. If I didn't know any better, I would say that he is now encouraging my behavior to see Elena.

We don't speak much while in air until we get closer to the Capitol and I get a knot in stomach, knowing that this is where I'd rather be than back in District 12. I had always told Peeta that I would never want to live in the Capitol, but that was when he was alive and we were making a life together. This time with Christian has shown me a different side of the Capitol, shown me that not all of the people are as fake as I had always thought them to be. It's refreshing on so many levels. I just hope that when I do meet this Elena, I don't knock her out too quickly. My jealous streak has only shown itself a few times, but I know it's stronger now that I'm older and understand my feelings for someone else better.

"Can you spot my building?" Christian asks me, bringing me from my thoughts. I look around under my feet, to my side as we come closer.

It's such a tall building, even for the Capitol and it proves just how much Christian has to offer in terms of wealth. Yet, there is something that seems basic about it as well. I can't put my finger on it, but it's as if he is somehow paying tribute to the simplicity of life, not giving into the garishness that most of the Capitol still has. I nod and smile, letting him know I have indeed spotted his building. We land in a few short minutes, waiting for everything to shut down before he undoes himself and then me, helping me step out of the helicopter.

He grabs the bags and I take the basket. The older man who was waiting for us yesterday is again waiting for us now, smiling happily at the two of us.

"Have a nice time, Mr. Grey? I thought you'd be staying there longer." He comments as Christian hands him the keys.

"It was fine, Joe, we just felt like coming home is all." He tells the old man easily. I have a feeling that Christian tends to stay on a schedule though and this is surprising for anyone who knows him well. The old man nods and goes to the helicopter, checking whatever it is he needs to check.

The elevator ride down is quiet as well, though Christian holds me to his side tightly. In a low voice, he asks me, "Are you okay? You were pretty quiet the whole way back?"

I look up at him, into those matching grey eyes as mine, and nod. I know my smile is a little sad, but it's genuine when I say, "I never thought that I'd be happy to be back in the Capitol. I always thought 12 was my home until…"

He nods before I finish, understanding the last words that would have come out. "I'm glad you wanted to stay with me in the first place. This has to be so different for you. Hell, it's different for me too but I don't think I'd have it any other way."

Christian leans down and gives me a soft kiss on the lips. There's nothing sexual about it, just sweetness just as the doors open. I can see Taylor waiting with the car at the other end. There is another man with him, though I don't know who he is. Christian moves his arm from my waist, taking my hand in his instead. "Hopefully, Taylor told Mrs. Jones that we were coming back tonight and there will be lunch waiting for us."

I smile up at him as he pushes the door open with his shoulder, never taking his hand away from mine. "I'm guessing she's never let you miss a meal, made sure there is always something ready for you?"

Taylor nods his head and says "Hello" to me in a serious tone, holding the door open for us as we slide in after Christian throws the bags into the trunk. Taylor and the unnamed man get into the car as well and then it gets very businesslike very quickly.

"We did a full sweep of the apartment, Sir. There were no phone taps, but I did find five different style bugs in random places." He informs Christian as soon as the car starts to move.

"Where were they?" Christian questions back, rubbing his fingers over my knuckles.

"One in the office, which wasn't too surprising, another in the living room, Miss Everdeen's bedroom, one in the hallway of all places." He says as he drives. The other man sits silently, his eyes wandering over the streets full of people.

"And the last?" Christian replies, the rubbing ceasing for a moment as he just holds my hand.

"Well….about that, we can't figure out how it got in there as only a couple of people have access." Taylor confesses his voice still business-like but he sounds annoyed.

"Why, where was it, Taylor?" Christian sounds angry now and has let go of my hand altogether. I watch him as he looks at Taylor in the rearview mirror.

Taylor meets his gaze in the mirror and then puts his eyes back on the road. "It was in the playroom, Sir."

"What the fuck!? How the hell would anyone have gotten in there?! Did you ask Gail about this? When was the last time I had anything new installed or fixed?" He shouts out, startling me a bit from his raised voice. I look over at him and his face is livid, turning a deep shade of angry red.

"I did, Sir, ask Gail about it and she said she's gone in there every other day unless you've asked her to do otherwise. She thinks it was the last girl you had, said there was something….suspicious about her. And I checked the records; you hadn't had anything new installed in over six months, right before the last girl. May I be frank with you, Sir?" Taylor asks permission, which I find odd considering how long he's been with Christian.

Christian glares at him in the mirror. I don't like it, it's not Taylor's fault, I don't think anyway. "What?"

"When she left, she wasn't very happy about it, Cynthia. She said something to Gail when she came to get her stuff, about how you would regret sending her packing." Taylor shares. The quiet man next to him looks at him as though he's grown two heads.

"And I wasn't told about this because?" Christian asks a bit calmer, his face not a horrible red color anymore.

"Because we did what we always do, change the locks and codes and make sure that access to you isn't easy."

"Except apparently it is. Did you do another check on her; see if she's connected to Mrs. Lincoln?" He asks in a rush.

"Of course, Sir. Not only was Ms. Lincoln her employer at one point, which coincidentally was never on her background check before this, but so was a Mrs. Everdeen." Taylor says, catching Christian's eyes in the mirror again.

Christian looks at me and I feel my eyes go wide. I look at Taylor, "Wait, what?"

He turns for a split second to look at me before his eyes are on the road again, "Yes, Miss Everdeen, she worked with or is still working with your mother. And apparently she, Cynthia, is the one, not Effie Trinket, who passed on the information as to why you were really here."

I look at Christian, "What the hell? She said Effie was the one who told her where we were. Why would she lie about that?"

He only shakes his head, "Baby, I don't know why any of this is going on except that I have no doubt that Elena planted this whole thing and it's only beginning to spring into action."