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CHRISTIAN

I felt like all of the air had been sucked out of my lungs. A real good punch in the gut. I looked at Ana's beautiful face and tried to come up with a game plan while the walls began to slowly close around me.

"Ana, I'm sorry, but I really have to go. Please let me give you a ride back to SIP." I couldn't believe our date had to end like this.

"Was it something I said?" Ana asked, confused by my sudden interest in leaving. I wish I was in the position to worry about her feelings as well, but I needed to get out of there. I could probably get us both out without anyone noticing us; a back door maybe?

"No, not at all. Something came up. Please, It's urgent. I stood up quickly, stumbling over the chair's leg, which caused me to knock over my hall full wine glass. The sound of the glass smashing on the hard floor called for attention. I froze. All eyes were on me.

"Christian?" Mrs. Lincoln spoke up from the large crowd in the dining room. She wasn't sure if she believed who she was seeing. I saw red.

"Don't 'Christian?' me." I spit. I took a look at the rest of her shocked table and then back to her and her gaping mouth. "I had always hoped that I wouldn't have to see your face again unless it was in the obituary!" I snapped.

The gasps from the dining room sucked the air out of the room. They thought that was bad? It was a good thing I had Ana with me or else I would have set the place on fire. I took Ana's hand and headed for the front door. I could feel a brick loosen. I felt like I was being followed. Taylor was standing by the entrance and watched me exit. He was very observant, immediately checking the area for the threat. He had already done a sweep prior to us entering Sorellina, but Mrs. Lincoln must have looked a lot different than the photos he used as references.

"Christian, please!" Mrs. Lincoln shouted at the entrance way. I took a look over my shoulder. Her platinum blonde bob made her inflated cherry red lips stick out like a swollen growth. Her face was tight and her makeup heavy. My stomach churned at the sight. I forced the memories back to the part of my brain that I labelled 'hell'.

"Back the fuck up!" Taylor growled.

"How dare you! This is none of your concern!" She screeched. Taylor got in her face.

"I said back the FUCK up! You have no business with Mr. Grey!" Taylor started to walk backwards while facing Mrs. Lincoln whose face turned blood red. Ana and I got into the awaiting Audi and we each took a deep breath.

"Are you okay, Christian?" Ana's face displayed serious concern.

"Not now Ana. I'm sorry." I couldn't put what I was feeling into words. I needed space and I needed it now. I couldn't stand that Ana was seeing me like this. Taylor jumped behind the wheel, looking both ways before speeding off towards Downtown. No one said a word on the way to SIP. It was better that way. My first date with Ana, my first date period, was a complete disaster and there was no way she would ever go out with me again. I'm going to end that woman. Mrs. Lincoln should have been dealt with a long time ago.

Taylor parked outside of SIP and Ana got out of the car, holding the door open. I had calmed down some.

"I'm so sorry, Ana. I hope you'll let me make it up to you." She gave me a half smile.

"It's okay Christian, I really hope everything gets worked out. I'll be keeping you in my thoughts. Give me a call when you're ready." She made me feel warm. She was perfect.

"I will. Thank you for understanding." I said in a hushed tone. She nodded and shut the door. We waited for her to walk into the building before leaving. I sighed and leaned back into the seat. FUCK! How do I explain to her that we just ran into the teacher that had molested me for months? What if Ana didn't believe me? No one else did.

ANA

"So he just got up, yelled at this woman and you left?" Kate was puzzled by how my lunch date with Christian turned out.

"Yeah. We were having an awkward go of it to begin with, but something spooked him. It turned out to be this woman in the restaurant that pissed him off enough for him to say what he said. She chased after him before security stopped her." I still couldn't believe it. I was worried about him. He looked so... I can't even place the emotion.

"Was it an ex?" Kate wondered.

"Unless he's into older women. She was a walking billboard for Botox, Kate. She had the head of a blow up doll." I chuckled along with Kate's laughter.

"Oh my God, Ana, that's priceless. So what are you going to do about Christian?" I wondered the same thing.

"I'm going to wait for him to call. I'm not sure what's going on and he looked like he had some things to deal with. If he wants it he'll have to come and get it." I sighed. I wasn't going to be the girl who hovered over the phone willing it to ring. Or the girl who sends a random text to smoke him out. Kate perked up.

"We need to go out tonight! This is such a downer. Nothing crazy. There's this new wine bar downtown that turns into a nightclub after ten pm. We can go early and see if It's any good." That didn't sound so bad.

"Sign me up. I need to wash the day away. Get the music going and the drinks flowing." I smiled wide at her. I plead guilty for enjoying a rare night of debauchery.

Kate had KISS 106.1-Seattle blasting through the condo. Our neighbors must be deaf or dead because there was no hammering on the wall. I stood in the living room feeling the bass of the music that poured out of the speakers.

"You look hot, Steele! Drink this!" I took the shot from Kate after looking at the mess in the kitchen. Bottles of liquor, mixers and syrups were out amongst various sizes of used glasses. Kate knew what I was thinking.

"I was practicing. Try it. It's a Grateful Dead in a shot." I took a sniff of it and it passed inspection. It smelled of grapes. I was going to hate myself tomorrow. Just one night, I thought.

"Bottoms up." I smirked and threw the shot back. A slight cringe ran through me. "Not bad, Kate." The heat of the alcohol landed in my stomach.

"The taxi is going to be here any minute!" Kate ran around flustered.

"Don't forget your phone! You always do." It always freaked me out when I couldn't reach her when I knew she was out drinking.

"Got it, mom. It's in my clutch, see!" She grinned. "Two more shots before we go!" Kate moved to the kitchen and poured two doubles of tequila. No way. Sorry.

"Kate, I can't." I protested.

"Fine, more for me." She drank both of them while I looked at her in awe. Fuck that, I'm not going to be your babysitter. I grabbed the same bottle of tequila and poured some in a glass, shooting it back. So gross.

I loved the smell of the summer air of Seattle. Fresh and light. Kate ran to the back seat of the red taxi and I got in beside her.

"Can you take us to the Elephant Room, please?" Kate asked. The young taxi driver nodded.

"How new is this place?" I asked, slurring a little at the word 'new'. Next time I won't try to be the tough guy.

"Opened up two weeks ago. It got good reviews." She shrugged.

"You looked it up on Yelp?!" I laughed.

"Yeah, so? Got a problem with that?" Kate ran her fingers through her hair and smiled.

"You just always seem to get everything by word of mouth is all." I looked out of the window. People were walking around the city, getting ready for a night out or going home after a long shift at work.

"I usually do, but no one I know has been so I had to do the next best thing."

The driver pulled out in front of a brick building that had an edgy sign that read 'Elephant Room'. We couldn't hear any music until we walked inside. Plush purple couches were scattered around and outrageous art adorned the walls. The hand blown glass lighting fixtures pushed the artistic design over the edge. Dark woods and the lavender walls created a smooth darkness that put you at ease. We took a seat at the bar and ordered two glasses of red wine. It was a terrible idea to mix, but at least it was a drink I could nurse.

"Everyone in here is old." Kate said a little too loudly, getting a smirk from the young guy behind the bar and a huff from the lady at the end of it.

"Kate!" I laughed. "It turns into a club at ten?" I asked her.

"Ten o'clock that wall opens up to an entire club space." The bartender informed us with a smile. He was cute, but he wasn't my type. "The place has been busy since we've opened. I'd say stick around." He nodded and went to assist another customer who looked like they should have been cut off. It was nine-thirty for crying out loud, but I shouldn't be the one to talk.

"I hope I get laid tonight. It's been three days." Kate took a sip of her wine, acting as if her sex life was lacking.

"Is that what It's going to be like when I lose it?" I said low enough for just Kate to hear.

"Oh yeah! You'll want it all of the time. You just need to make sure you get a guy who knows how to use it." She laughed.

"God, Kate." I shook my head and took a sip of my wine.

"I'm serious. Some guys just stick it in a few times and that's it. You need to find a guy who can rip you in half one day and make love to you the next. I only found that once. You remember Cory right?"

"That guy from the swim team?" I asked.

"Yeah. That guy was... Damn."

"Why did you dump him for that lacrosse guy then?"

"I became a cleat chaser. No big." I rolled my eyes.

Kate filled me on the 'joy of cock' until the club's wall opened up and it started to get busy.

"If I don't see a cute guy in a half an hour I say we split and move on." She waited for my confirmation. I couldn't see the thrill in any of the men walking around either.

A half an hour went by and she had no luck. I wasn't even entertaining the thought of getting picked up. Not after my crazy date with Christian. I was secretly hoping for a phone call from him anyway.

"Alright Kate. Let's just go have a drink at home and watch a movie." She looked disappointed, but what can I do about the lack of male attractiveness in the immediate area?

"Alright." She sighed. "Netflix has had shit for movies lately, but maybe we'll get lucky." I smiled and walked with her outside after throwing down a tip on the bar.

"What's with the skanks coming out before midnight?" Kate and I looked over at a group of guys who were walking towards the club. One guy was a stumbling drunk.

"What the fuck Paul?!" A tall, built guy with blonde hair chastised his friend.

"I was just fucking with them."

"Apologize!" Paul's friend shouted at him. "Now, Paul!" He was pissed.

"I'm sorry." Paul slurred.

"My friend is a fucking asshole. Don't pay him any attention."

"It's okay. Nothing I haven't heard before." Kate joked, making the blonde guy smile. "Wait, I know you." Kate tried to focus her eyes in the dark. "Mr. Barfly." He laughed. His friends stood around looking lost.

"I'm Elliot. I see my reputation precedes me." Fuck. Me.

"To each their own. I'm Kate. This is Ana." I smiled at him.

"You guys leaving?" Elliot asked.

"Yeah, this place is a dud." I could tell Kate wanted to get to know Elliot more now that she was out of options. Time to be a good friend.

"Kate, if you want to stay, I'm just going to head home anyway." I gave her the look. It mostly meant to be safe, watch your drink and to text me if you're not coming home. I didn't know Elliot, but I knew his brother. That didn't say much, but the guy did just defend us. He couldn't be all that bad. It made me wonder why Christian didn't want to talk about his family.

"You sure?" Kate asked, only to be polite.

"Yeah, I'm good. I'll see you when you get home." I smirked at her. I looked at Elliot. He was actually pretty hot. Kate was right. Those Grey boys. "Nice to meet you Elliot. Paul, you're a dick." Elliot chuckled. I smirked and walked off in the other direction, taking out my phone to call a cab.

CHRISTIAN

"Good morning, Mr. Grey. What would you like for breakfast this morning?" Gail smiled as she pulled out a sparkling clean glass and a pitcher of freshly squeezed orange juice. She filled the glass to the brim and placed it in front of me.

"Morning. Veggie omelet with a side of that really good fruit mix you made." I rubbed my face with my hands to help me wake up. I sat on the stool in my favorite black Tom Ford suit hoping it would give me the added boost. After yesterday I needed one.

"Coming right up." Gail smiled, taking a pan off of the pot rack.

"Morning, boss." Taylor walked out of the security office yawning. He noticed Gail and straightened himself up. I shook my head, letting my feelings show.

"Good morning, Taylor. Breakfast?" Gail asked, wide eyed and blushing.

"Please. Whatever he's having." Gail nodded and Taylor sat down, snatching the morning paper off of the counter. "I called that friend. He's looking into the decoy."

"Good. Have them send over photos of the guy. He has to be perfect." Just then a thought occurred to me. "Taylor, I need stop by the drug store on the way to Grey House." Taylor looked at me oddly.

"Coming down with something?" He wondered.

"No, just need to pick up a little something." I double checked for my phone after finishing breakfast. Gail collected our plates with a smile, landing hers a little longer on Taylor. On the way to work Taylor stopped at Wayland's Drug Store and bought an economy sized bottle of Motrin. I wrote out a note to stick on the bottle. 'For those pesky headaches. See me tomorrow? -Christian' Taylor smirked as I handed him the note.

"Nice touch." Taylor was impressed.

Taylor parked in front of SIP to quickly deliver the bottle of Motrin and the note to the front desk. He walked out with a smile on his face.

"Nothing more romantic than a bottle of pain reliever." Taylor chuckled.

"You weren't there so you wouldn't get it. Just drive." I shook my head. Ana would get it. I smiled at the thought of her.

Grey House was crazy as usual. If I wasn't barking at everyone in a conference meeting I was barking at someone over the phone. Andrea started leaving honey drops on my desk for my throat without my asking. It was a nice gesture. Ros was really embracing her role as the active COO. She comes in unannounced a lot, but she makes bitching and moaning about deals and the other executives enjoyable. Even Taylor was warming up to her.

"Boss?" Taylor poked his head into the office.

"What is it?" I asked.

"My friend came through. He had someone drop off a few photos of what we're looking for. He goes by Robbie Hart." Taylor nodded, handing me an envelope. I took out the hard drive and plugged it into the USB port and opened up the folder that was presented on my screen. My eyes must have gone big.

"Pretty crazy, right?" Taylor folded his arms as he stood there behind me.

On the screen was a picture of an undercover FBI agent who looked a lot like me at fifteen. It was a little unreal.

"He's perfect Taylor. When will he be enrolled at Macefield Prep?" I wanted him there today.

"Tomorrow is his first day. The school doesn't know who he is. Just that he is another student transferring from another school in Virginia. He has Mrs. Lincoln for two classes. History and Health." That woman teaches students about sex? The faculty at that school were a bunch of dumb ignorant fucks!

"Just get him in there. Give him whatever he needs. I need something on her. If we can expose her it would be even better." I clicked out of the photo on the computer and took out the hard drive, stashing it in a locked drawer in my desk.

"I'll have a live feed running into the security office the whole time. I won't miss a thing." Thank God for Taylor. It was a genius idea to lure Mrs. Lincoln in with a decoy student who could report everything she did to the authorities. If I didn't see so much red when I thought of her I might have been the one to come up with it myself. Taylor was in the process of leaving when my phone buzzed. It was a text.

Anastasia:

Didn't know pain reliever could also cure bad days. So thoughtful. Thank you. x

Me:

You're very welcome. Did you read the note?

Anastasia:

Yes, I'll see you. How does a girl say no to Motrin?

Me:

In that case, I would like to take you to dinner tomorrow night. I will even stay until the very end. :)

Anastasia:

Not staying would be a deal breaker.

Me:

I don't like to break deals. I make them.

Anastasia:

Congratulations, Mr. Grey. You have yourself a deal. ;)

I was grinning like a loon when I put my phone back into my pocket. Ana still wanted to see me.

ROBBIE

Sitting in the front row put me in the perfect position to get every ounce of attention from the target that was possible. I couldn't believe that who I was looking at was a teacher. Her skirt was high and her blouse was open two buttons too low.

"Good morning, class! Please, settle down. Today we have a new student." Mrs. Lincoln looked at me approvingly. "Everyone, this is Robbie Hart. He came all the way from Virginia. Welcome Robbie Hart." The guys sized me up and a couple of girls in the front row were all smiles. This whole situation was grossing me out. I would rather be staking out a drug cartel.

We spent an hour going over the Great Depression. It didn't interest me then and it didn't interest me now. As soon as the second hand pushed to twelve on the clock, the bell rang and everyone left in a rush to go to lunch, but not me. I was hoping she would take the bait. The sooner something happens, the sooner I can get out of there.

"Mr. Hart, please have a seat." She smirked. The woman was repulsive. Her rose scented perfume stunk like an old lady fart. "First off, I'd like to personally welcome you to Macefield Preparatory." She trailed her index finger along her desk and sat at the end of it, crossing her bare legs slowly to be sure I got a peek under her skirt. Her eyes widened and her lip twitched when she saw my eyes shift. I can't believe I took this assignment.

"Thank you, Mrs. Lincoln." I nodded.

"I read in your student file that you were struggling in History back at your old school. I wanted to offer you some of my free time to help with that." That's right. I wrote the file myself. I went with it.

"Sure. I'd like that. Thanks." I smiled. I could sense that she was taking all of me in. Her sinister green eyes sparkled under the fluorescent lighting.

"Perfect. Tomorrow after school. Don't be late. I have a lot to cover with you." She said wickedly, but covered her tone with a sense of security. She was good and that was terrifying. I'm going to need to talk to the other male students to see what they think of her. Maybe Mr. Grey wasn't the only one she assaulted. They say child predators make at least two hundred assaults before getting caught, if they even get caught at all. Most don't. I looked at her right in the eyes.

"Sounds good. See you tomorrow Mrs. Lincoln." I smiled and waved as I left. I closed the door behind me and immediately called the boss. "We're in."

A/N: Oh God. We've got a run in with Mrs. Lincoln, the intro to Elliot, a scheduled dinner date with Ana and an undercover mission. What did you think of the chapter? :D