A/N: Pay back for not cliffhanging the Ana/dancer on the bus chapter. Muahahaha! (Insert evil laugh here.)

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APOV

Sawyer pulls the SUV in the underground parking garage of Escala. After he parks, he opens my door. We walk to the elevator and go up to the apartment. The doors open and we see Mrs. Jones, cleaning up. Sawyer goes to the security office. Mrs. Jones turns around hearing the elevator.

"Oh, Ana. I wasn't expecting anyone home so early."

"Hi, Gail." I smile at her. "I got a promotion and then they let me go."

"What?! They promoted you, then fired you?"

"Oh." I giggle. I guess that sounded wrong. "No. I got promoted and since I start my leave in a couple days, Mr. Roach gave me off now. I'll return after our honeymoon."

"Oh, Ana. That's wonderful. Congratulations."

"Thanks. I'm going to change and do more wedding stuff, before Saturday."

"Of course."

Gail gets back to her cleaning.

I stop in Christian's office and grab his laptop. Then I go to the bedroom. I put his laptop on our bed. Then change out of my work attire. I put on a T-shirt and shorts. I sit on our bed, crossing my legs. I look up wedding gift ideas. I have Christian's and his mom's. We still need to get the guys and the gals their gifts. You would think this would be easy. The girls love fashion and the guys are manly men. Maybe I'll have Christian help me decide. I close the laptop and go back out to the main room. What am I going to do all day? What am I going to do all week until the wedding? I should have stayed with Christian at GEH, although if I stayed, he wouldn't have gotten much work done. I go to the library and grab a book. I sit, comfortably, on the chair and begin reading.

"Ms. Steele." I look up to see Sawyer holding a large bouquet of white and blush pink roses. I smile. "You have a delivery."

I get up and take the flowers. "Thank you."

He nods and goes back to the security office.

I take the flowers and put them on the table in the foyer. There's a card. I take it out of the bouquet and read it. It says.

-Congratulations, Anastasia-
Your dreams are coming true.
-Love, Christian.-

Yes, they are! And it's all because of Christian. I grin and go back to our bedroom to get my phone so I can thank him. I sit on the bed and lean against the headboard with my knees up. I start typing my message.

Thank you for the flowers. They are beautiful. :D xx -A

Not as beautiful as you. xx -C

Are you almost finished? I'm already in bed. xx -A I giggle when I send the message.

Fuck! Baby, don't send shit like that to me when I'm stuck at work. xx -C

But, I want you. ** pouts** xx -A

Oh, Fuck! Baby. I'm still in a meeting. I have another meeting after lunch. You better prepare yourself for when I come home. xx -C

Yay! I'll let you get back to work. **muah!** xx -A

I love you, baby. xx -C

More. xx -A

First. xx -C

Always. xx -A

Forever. xx -C

** giggles ** Get to work, Mr. Grey. xx -A

I don't want to. I want you. xx -C

Then get back to work. The sooner you're done with work, the sooner you'll have me. xx -A

I put my phone down on the side table. Now what do I do? Maybe I'll go for a run. I need to work off the fatty foods I consumed this weekend. I go to the security office and knock on the open door. Sawyer looks up and stands.

"Hey. I'd like to go to the gym." I let him know.

"Yes, Ms. Steele. Let me change and I'll join you."

"Do you really have to? The gym is in the building and there's no threats."

"It's my job, to protect you, Ms. Steele." He reminds me. "There may be no known threats but just because we don't know of any, doesn't mean there aren't any." That makes sense.

"Okay."

Sawyer leaves the security office to change. Why is he changing, if he's just going to watch me? I shrug and I walk back to our room and put on my sneakers. When I come back out Sawyer is in sweats. He's standing near the elevator, waiting for me. We go down to Escala's gym. There are a few people working out, I ignore them and start stretching.

"Excuse me. Miss?" I turn around hearing someone behind me. There's a man looking at me. "Hi. My name is Noah." He says warmly, smiling at me. He holds out his is hand.

"Ana." I smile and shake his hand.

He flushes a little and gazes at me a faction too long.

"Hi." I say to gain his attention.

"I haven't seen you around before." He smiles. "But I've just moved into the building. Apartment sixteen."

"It's nice to meet you. If you'll excuse me, I'm going to continue with my workout." I walk away.

He seemed nice. I've never met any neighbors before. It felt like Christian and I lived here alone. Crap! I still have my engagement ring on my right finger, from when I got my 'Christian' tattoo. I hope he didn't think I was single. I'm with Sawyer here, but he keeps his distance while staying close. I'm sure people think he's like my brother something, since he doesn't act like a lover. I take off my engagement ring and put it back on my left finger. Where it belongs. I get on the treadmill. Sawyer starts running next to me, on another treadmill. We continue to run for an hour.

It's about lunchtime now. I'm getting hungry, so I get off the treadmill. Sawyer hands me a little towel. I thank him and I wipe the sweat from my face, neck and arms. I'll shower after lunch, I'm much too hungry to shower now. Sawyer and I walk to the elevator. While we wait for the elevator, Noah, I think he said his name was, joins us. He smiles at me, again. I give him a small polite smile. We all get in when the doors open. I giggle, thinking about Taylor not letting someone on with us. I wonder if it was Noah.

"That's a beautiful sound." I quickly look at Noah. He's already looking at me, smiling again. He pushes the button for the eighth floor and the doors close. "What floor?" He asks.

"I have to input a code." And I wont do that in front of a stranger.

"Oh?"

"Penthouse." I clarify.

His eyes widen. Probably wondering was a 21 year old young girl is doing in the penthouse. "Oh." Then he looks confused. "I thought... I was told Christian Grey lives in the penthouse."

"He does. I'm his fiancé."

Noah looks at my left hand. His face falls a little. "Oh."

There's an awkward silence now. The elevator stops at the eighth floor.

"Well, it was great meeting you, Ana."

"You, too." I say politely.

He steps out and the elevator doors close, again. I tap in the entry code for the penthouse and the elevator moves up. The elevator doors open again and I'm home. Sawyer and I walk out. He goes to the staff apartment, probably to shower. I head to the kitchen to eat. I'll shower after lunch. I'm much too hungry, to shower now. I sit at the breakfast bar and toe off my sneakers. Aww that feels good. Now, to have enough energy to make me something to eat. Maybe I'll take a nice relaxing bath instead of a shower.

"Can I make you some lunch, Ana?"

"Oh, yes, please, Gail." I say grateful. I've never been more grateful for staff, than I am right now.

"What would you like?"

"A chicken sandwich would be great, if it's not too much trouble."

"Not at all. Mayo?"

"No, thank you."

She gets to work, making my lunch. I look around. Now what? I'm bored, again. I need something to do. At least until Christian gets home. He said he had one meeting after lunch and then he'll come home. There's not much I need to do for the wedding. We just need to get gifts for everyone, but I need Christian's help with that. I'm sitting here bored, thinking of what I can do for the rest of today. Hmmm. I get up and go into Christian's office. I get some paper. Then I walk back out the kitchen and sit. I start doodling and writing, love quotes and sayings. Then I get an idea. We can write our own vows! I wonder if Christian would agree. I go to our room and get my phone so I can text him. I pick up my phone from the side table.

I'm bored! So, I've decide we should write our own vows. :D xx -A

He replies instantly.

Sounds good, baby. Anything you want. I have one more meeting, then I can come home. xx -C

I grin. I knew he'd be okay with it. I look up when I hear a knock.

"Ana, dear. Your lunch is ready."

"Thanks, Gail."

I walk out and follow Gail to the kitchen. My chicken sandwich and chips waiting. I put my phone on the counter, in-case Christian texts or calls. I sit at the breakfast bar and take a bite of the chicken sandwich. It's delicious.

"I wasn't sure what you'd like with your sandwich. And when I turned around to ask you, you were already gone."

I giggle. "The chips are fine. Thanks, Gail."

I continue to eat and write my vows. After I've eaten I'm ready to take a bath and relax until Christian comes home. Gail takes my plate. I thank her and get up. I walk into our bedroom and then into our bathroom. I run the bath. Then pull my shirt off and reach around to take off my bra. Before I can unclasp my bra the bathroom door bursts open. I turn around expecting Christian. It's not Christian. It's Sawyer!

"Ms. Steele, we need to get you in the panic room, right away." He says urgently and hands me a shirt.

"Why?" I put on the shirt he gave me.

He doesn't answer me. He just takes my elbow and walks me out of the bedroom.

"What's happening, Luke?"

He still doesn't answer. I continue to walk with him rushing me through the apartment, to the panic room I didn't even know we had. He opens the door. I see Gail already inside. I rush to her. Sawyer slams the door shut. I look back and he's not in here with us. I look back to Gail. She looks worried.

"What's going on?" I ask her.

"I'm not sure. I was cleaning up the kitchen from lunch when Sawyer stormed passed me, shouting at me to get into the panic room. I saw him go towards your room and I rushed in here."

I wrap my arms around myself and look around the room. There are several flat screen monitors along one wall. I go over to them and turn them on. I don't know what I'm doing. They're on but they stay black. I go to get my phone to call Christian but I don't have it on me. I left it on the kitchen counter. I turn around. Gail is sitting on the sofa that's in the room.

"Do you have your phone?" Please say you do.

"No. I left it in my apron. I took it off before Sawyer told me to come in here."

Great! I start looking around, again. Shouldn't there be a phone in here? There's a wall with an open doorway. I look passed the doorway and see a bed. I don't need a bed. I need a phone.

I walk back and forth, pacing, waiting. What's happening? What is Sawyer doing? Did he call Christian? I continue a pattern. Sit, stand, pace. Sit, stand, pace. What is taking so long? It feels like we've been in here for days.

"Ana, dear why don't you sit. We're safe in here. I'm sure everything is fine and I'm sure Mr. Grey is on his way. It could just be a false alarm." I know she's only saying this to calm me. It doesn't help.

I sit and chew on my nails. Then stop. I can't ruin my nails before the wedding. I continue my pattern, again. Sit, stand, pace. Sit, stand, pace.

I hear the door open. I quickly spin around to see who it is. When I see who it is, my heart starts to race.

CPOV

I'm running so fast. My heart is pounding at a rapid pace and it's not because I'm running. I jump into the driver's seat of my SUV, Taylor in the passenger seat. I drive, as fast as I can, to Escala. I'm ignoring every sign of caution. Speed limits, stop signs, red lights, I don't fucking care. People are honking and swerving out of my way. They need to get the fuck out of my way! I try calling Ana's phone again. Nothing. I try Sawyer's. Nothing. I try Gail's. Nothing. I see Taylor, from the peripheral of my vision, messing with his phone as well. He doesn't seem to be faring any better.

My biggest fear is that someone is after me. And if they are after me... Fuck! I have to get to Escala. I have to get to my baby.

My phone rings. Ana?! I answer using the hands-free. I'm already driving like a madman, I don't want to get into a wreck.

"Baby?!"

"Is this Mr. Grey?" An authoritative voice calmly asks.

"Yes!" I growl. "Who the fuck is this?!"

"Mr. Grey, this is Officer Skinner. My partner, Officer Walker and I, are at Escala. We've received a panic alert that went off for your apartment. The receptionist at the front desk can not connect to anyone in the apartment. They've informed us that an Anastasia Steele and her security are in the apartment." I pull up to Escala. I grab my phone still listening as Taylor and I rush inside. "They can't get through to her or the security. And they wont let us enter the apartment without your permission. We need-" He stops talking as soon as he sees us walk in the building.

"Let's go!" I growl.

Taylor, the two officers and I get in the elevator and go up to my apartment. I run my hand through my hair, multiple times. Has this elevator always been this fucking slow. I pull my neck-tie off. I feel like I'm fucking suffocating! I loosen the first couple buttons of my shirt and stuff my tie into my pants pocket. I still can't fucking breath! The doors finally open. We see the foyer table overturned. The vase of flowers that I got Ana, smashed on the floor. There is water, roses, and chunks of the vase everywhere. Fuck! My scalp prickles. Taylor and the officers draw their weapons.

"Stay here." Taylor says to me. The fuck I will and he knows it!

We rush into the apartment. I look around. "Ana?!"

We hear grunting and other noises near the kitchen. We all rush over. Sawyer throws a punch at a man. What the fuck?! The officers rush to pull Sawyer and the man apart.

"Gun." Taylor calls out and kicks a gun that is on floor, out of reach of the madman. It has a silencer.

"That's not mine!" The man yells.

I look at who has entered the apartment. It's Paul fucking Clayton! I rush towards him and clock him in his jaw.

"Mr. Grey!" The officers' shout. The officer holding Clayton tries to get him out of my reach.

I ignore them and charge toward Clayton. We fall to the ground, me on top. I hit him again and again. I feel someone trying to pull me from him. I turn and punch whoever it was and continue beating Clayton to a pulp. Two people manage to get me off of him. Clayton is now laying unconscious, on the floor. I shrug out of their hold. They let me go. I'm panting. I look at who got me off Clayton. Taylor, rubbing his jaw. He must have been the one I hit. I look at who else pulled me back. It's an officer. The other officer is still holding Sawyer. It's not necessary though Sawyer's not struggling.

"Let him the fuck go!" I growl. "He's a member of my security!"

The officer lets Sawyer go. I try to go back to Clayton, who is still unconscious, but Taylor grabs my arm, stopping me. I shrug him off.

"Mr. Grey." One of the officers says. "I'm going to have to ask you to control yourself or we'll have to restrain you."

"The fuck you will! This fucker breaks into my apartment with a fucking gun! He-"

"He said it wasn't his." Dumb officer number one says.

"The fuck it isn't!"

"We have no way of questioning him about that now, since you've knocked him out." Dumber officer number two says. "And obviously your security carry." He nods to Taylor.

"I have fucking cameras in my fucking apartment! The camera's will prove the gun is this fucker's! My fiancé and I have- Fuck!" I look at Sawyer. "Where the fuck is Ana?!"

"She's in the panic room, sir." Oh, thank fuck!

I rush out of the room, ignoring the officers protests. I get to the panic room, punch in the code and it beeps open. I open the door wide, just as My Baby spins around. She looks at me unbelieving. We rush to each other. I hold her in my arms and inhale her hair. She holds me tight.

"What's happening, Christian?"

I pull back to look at her, still holding her.

"We've had an incident in the apartment. A break in." I feel her body tense. "It's under control, don't worry. No one is hurt. Well... no one that matters."

"How?"

"I don't much else just yet. I needed to see for myself, that you were safe. Stay here while I figure out what happened." I start to leave but she stops me.

"No. I'm going with you."

"The hell you are, Anastasia. Clayton may be unconscious, but I don't want him near you."

"Paul?" Fuck! I run my hand through my hair. "You can't leave me in here. I'm coming with you." I run my hand through my hair again. Well, there are 2 officers and 2 armed CPOs. I nod.

I hold her close to me as we walk out. When we walk back into the great room, EMTs are loading Clayton onto a stretcher. He's cuffed to the bars, on the side. Still passed out. Taylor lets me know a detective is on his way here. I nod.

Ana gasps. "Is he..."

"No." I let her know. Unfortunately. "Just knocked out cold."

She looks at Sawyer. "Are you okay, Luke?"

"He put up one hell of a fight, but I'm okay, Ms. Steele."

"Did you do that?" She points to Clayton being lead out.

"No, ma'am." He looks at me, then back to her.

She looks at me, her eyes unbelieving and wide. I put a piece of hair behind her ear. I wont let anyone hurt you, baby.

"Mr. Grey." Dumb officer number one says. I look at him. "Detective Clark is requesting permission to come up."

I nod to Taylor. He allows Detective Clark to come up to the apartment. Soon the detective enters. He looks like he has a permanent scowl on his face. He walks over and introduces himself to us.

"Mr. Grey, I presume?" I nod. "I'm Detective Clark." I shake his hand, still holding Ana.

"This is my fiancé, Anastasia Steele. And our security, Jason Taylor and Luke Sawyer."

He nods to everyone as I introduce them , with a polite 'sir', 'ma'am'.

"Who here can tell me what's happened?"

"Sawyer." I say. "And if you don't mind, I'd like to sit in on what happened myself."

"You weren't here?" He cocks his head to the side.

"No, sir. I just got here."

"Alright. Officer Walker says you have camera's in your apartment?"

"That's right." I'll be looking at those as well.

"We'd like to see the footage for that. Can someone show him where that is located?"

"Taylor. Show Officer Walker, the CCTV footage. And stay with him."

Taylor nods and walks to the security room with Dumb Officer number two. I lead Detective Clark and Sawyer, to the sitting area. I don't want to bring Ana, but I don't want to let her go. She comes along. We all sit. I take off my suit jacket and wrap my arm around my Ana. Sawyer joins Ana and I on one sofa. Detective Clark sits across from us on another. I notice Dumb Officer number one looking around. He moves from the kitchen area, where we came in to see Sawyer and Clayton, to the foyer, surveying the damage.

Detective Clark pulls out an old fashioned tape recorder and a notepad.

"First I'd like to know if you know or can identify the man who entered your apartment, Mr. Grey."

"Paul Clayton."

He nods and writes on his notepad. "And how do you know of him?"

I clench my jaw. "He's my fiancé's ex."

"He's your ex?" He cocks his head to the side, as he asks Ana.

"Yes." She whispers.

"How long ago did it end?"

"Um. Five years ago." She tells him.

"Has he bothered you before now?"

"Not re-"

"Yes." I cut Ana off. "We have a restraining order against him."

"Really?" Ana asks me quietly. I glance at her. Did I forget to mention that to her?

"Interesting." I look back at the detective. "So it seems he's not only broken into your apartment but he's broken his restraining order." He writes on his notepad. He looks at Sawyer. "What can you tell me, happened today?"

Sawyer looks at me. I nod for him to go ahead.

"Is there a problem?" The detective asks.

"Not at all." I let him know.

"Is there a reason he looked at you for permission to speak to me?"

"My employees have signed an NDA."

Just then, Mrs. Jones brings in a tray of coffee and an orange juice. I grab the orange juice and hand it to Ana. Detective Clark watches Mrs. Jones walk away.

"You must go through quite a few Non-Disclosures." Detective Clark mutters distracted.

"My employees know only what I want them to know." I say irritated. "Shall we continue with what actually happened tonight or would you like to see such documents?" I nod to Sawyer to begin.

He clears his throat and begins. "I was in the security room, when I saw a deliveryman on the CCTV. He was wearing a ball cap so I couldn't see his face. He was also wearing gloves. In July. I immediately became suspicious. Then he took out a piece of paper and punched in the code to the penthouse. We weren't expecting a delivery so I knew something was wrong. I left the security room to get Ms. Steele in the panic room. I passed Mrs. Jones."

"Mrs. Jones?" The detective interrupts.

"Our housekeeper." I let him know and nod for Sawyer to continue.

"I passed Mrs. Jones in the kitchen and told her to get in the panic room. She must have hit the panic button in the panic room. I was busy trying to get the ladies to a safe location before the unsub entered. I then entered the master bedroom." Sawyer looks uncomfortable for a moment, then quickly turns impassive. If I blinked I would have missed it. "I got Ms. Steele and took her to the panic room. As soon as I shut the door I was jumped from behind by Mr. Clayton. We fought. He pulled a gun. I managed to get it away from him. We ended up in the kitchen area and that's when Mr. Grey and the other officers, along with Taylor, entered the apartment. After Clayton was subdued, Mr. Grey went to the panic room to get Ms. Steele. While he was in there the officers searched Clayton's person and found duct tape in his pocket, along with the gun he brought." Fuck! I tighten my hold on Ana.

"Detective?" Dumb Officer number one says.

"Excuse me." Detective Clark gets up and speaks with the officer.

I kiss Ana's head. I close my eyes and inhale her scent. Someone clears their throat. I look and Detective Clark is seated again.

"Officer Skinner has located the van Mr. Clayton was using. They found a mattress and plastic wrap in the back. Along with rope and cable ties. There was also enough horse tranquilizer to take down a dozen horses."

"What?!" I roar.

"Mr. Grey, calm down. I assure you he's going away for a long time."

"Don't tell me to calm the fuck down!"

"You're overreacting, Mr. Grey. Mr. Clayton is at the hospital in police custody. When he's released from the hospital, he will be charge with breaking his restraining order, breaking and entering, and suspension to kidnap."

"Overreacting?!" I snarl. "Some fucking lunatic gets into my apartment to kidnap my fiancé, and you think I'm overreacting!" I shout.

I feel Ana flinch beside me.

"Christian, please." Ana whispers. "Your scaring me." She says, so only I can hear her. Fuck! She told me I scare her when I'm angry.

I close my eyes and take a deep calming breath. I don't want to scare my baby anymore than she already was. I hold Ana and kiss her head.

"Do you mind if I look around?" I open my eyes to glare at the fucking detective.

Ana answers for me. "No, of course not."

He smiles, what I'm sure, is a grateful smile at her. He gets up and goes to the foyer to examine the mess outside the elevator. Dumber officer number two comes over to speak with him and they go in the security office with Taylor. I give Sawyer a nod, telling him to leave. He gets up and goes to the security office as well. I continue to hold my baby. Afraid to let her go.

"Oh, Ana." I breath and tighten my hold on her. "If something were to happen to you-" I can't finish my sentence.

"I'm okay. We're all okay. A bit shaken but we're fine." She assures me, what I already know. "Nothing happened."

"But it could have." I squeeze her tighter. "I died a thousand deaths on the way here, thinking of what could have happened. I tried calling and calling. I drove here as fast as I could. I'm surprised I didn't get into a wreck, I was driving like you." I joke to lighten the mood.

She jabs my side. "Hey!" I kiss her head. "Gail and I didn't have our phones with us and I couldn't find one in the panic room."

I continue to hold her close. I run my free hand through my hair.

"I didn't expect, fucking Clayton. That's for damn sure."

I shouldn't have pulled his detail. I thought with his trip Tuesday he was no longer a threat. Now I see, that was just a diversion to distract me. I should have kept Reynolds on him until he got on the plane.

"He did buy that plane ticket to Alaska, we both thought he was out of the picture. I guess now he definitely will be, since he's going to jail."

I kiss her head again. "You should go lay down, baby."

She shakes her head. "I wont be able to, without you."

"You're safe." I assure her.

She shakes her head again. "I need to be in your arms. Please. Don't let me go."

I hold her tight. We lean back together against the sofa.

"I'm never letting you go." I kiss her head for the millionth time tonight.

We're snuggle together on the sofa. Ana's breathing eventually evens. I suspect she's fallen asleep. I don't want to move to check. I see Taylor and Sawyer show the detective and the dumb and dumber officers out.

Sawyer goes back to the security office. Taylor comes over to me, he's already starting to bruise.

"Detective Clark will call with an update on Clayton as soon as he's released from the hospital."

I nod. "Take the rest of the night. And get some ice for your jaw. I apologize." I just saw red and attacked.

"Thank you, sir. I appreciate it. I'm going to do a security check and find out how Clayton got the service elevator code. No apology required, sir. I understand." Yes, how did that fucker get the elevator code for the service lift?

Taylor walks off. Gail comes over to me. She smiles at Ana.

"How is she?" She whispers, confirming my suspicions that Ana is sleeping.

"A bit shaken, is all. You?"

"Same. Can I get you anything Mr. Grey?"

"Can you take my suit jacket into our room and lay it on the bed." I nod to my jacket. "And a glass of whiskey." I need a fucking drink!

"Yes, sir."

Gail takes my jacket and goes to get my drink. She brings back a tumbler of whiskey. I thank her. And drink while holding a sleeping Ana, close to me.

APOV

I wake with a start. I notice it's now dark outside and in the apartment. I sit up from my awkward position. Christian is sleeping. He has his arm draped over the couch. He's holding a tumbler of amber liquid.

"I know you're watching me." He murmurs sleepily. Not sleeping then. He opens his eyes.

"I thought you were sleeping."

He shakes his head. "No, but I've had a very trying day, as I suspect you have, as well." He says, grumpy from earlier. "We should go to bed."

He tosses back the remainder of his drink and places the glass on the table.

"How much have you had to drink?"

He frowns. "Why?"

"The last time you drank you wanted a tattoo of my face." I say to lighten his mood. It works. He chuckles.

"This is only my second glass. No tattoos tonight." He kisses my lips. "Can I get you anything before we go to bed?"

I am hungry. "I'd love something to eat. But, I'm too tired to make anything."

He smiles. "Come. I'll make you something."

I know my brows are to my hairline. He stands taking me with him. He is going to make me something to eat? Burnt toast? He pulls my hand and takes me to the kitchen. He lifts me and sets me on a stool in front of the breakfast bar. He walks around and puts his hands, palms flat, on the counter.

"What would you like?"

"Um, maybe Gail should make it."

"I've given the staff the rest of the night off." Oh. "I can make you a sandwich?"

I nod. "Thank you."

"Milk, baby?" He asks. "It does a body good." He wiggles his brows.

I giggle. I love playful Christian. His mood swings give me whiplash though.

Christian pours me a tall glass of milk. I drink it gratefully, while I watch him try to work in the kitchen. I have to point out where some items are kept. He gets a loaf of bread that needs to be sliced. I bite my lip, to stop myself from giggling. He's so cute! He's trying so hard. He gets out the jelly and puts it on the slice that has peanut butter already on it. He puts the pieces together, looking accomplished. He looks up at me. I grin at him. He puts the plate in front of me and makes a sandwich for himself, as well. He puts things away, then he sits next to me. We eat our peanut butter and jelly sandwiches together. And we share my milk.

"Are you going to work tomorrow?" I ask him.

He shakes his head and swallows his bite. "I'm off until we come back from the honeymoon."

"Good." I say, relieved. It's been bothering me how Paul got into our apartment.

"Bad news is, since I left my meeting. I may need to make a business trip to Taiwan as soon as we return. I don't suppose you'd join me?"

I shake my head. "We've talked about this. I want to work. I was dying of boredom today for the few hours I was alone."

"I know. I just thought I'd ask. I don't want to be away from you."

I caress his cheek. He leans into my touch. "It wont be for every long. Surely you'll tire of me during our honeymoon."

"Never. I'll never get enough of you."

We finish our sandwiches and milk. Then we get up to go to our bedroom. I hold Christian's arm as we walk. Walking passed the elevator, I wonder how Paul got into our security tight apartment.

"How did... How did he get in?"

"Detective Clark phoned Taylor, Taylor told me. After Clayton woke in the hospital, the detective questioned him. He implicated a member of the maintenance staff here. He's been fired and is awaiting in a jail cell to be charge with accessory to kidnap."

"He knew Paul planned to kidnap me?"

"He claims he didn't. He said Clayton delivered something previously, to a new tenant here. Apparently that was when he was scoping out the building. But Clayton told the police, he paid the maintenance man to help him."

I stay quite. We walk into our bedroom. Christian stands in front of me. He puts a piece of my hair behind my ear.

"Everything is going to be okay now." I nod. "Clayton's been taken into custody. He was released and taken right to jail, after he woke from the hospital. I broke his jaw." He says smugly. I know how that feels.

Christian's suit jacket is laying on the bed. Hmmm Why is it here? I go to pick it up but he stops me.

He hums negatively and stops my hand from touching the suit jacket. He picks it up himself and takes out a paper from the inside breast pocket.

"My vows." Vows?! I look at the folded piece of paper. "For Saturday, Mrs. soon-to-be-Grey." He kisses me. "I'll be right back. I'm just going to put this in my office." I nod.

He leaves our room. I take off my shorts and change into one of Christian's shirts. Then I get into bed. Christian returns, moments later. He takes off his clothes and climbs in behind me, in only his boxer briefs. He pulls me into his embrace. He holds me tight. This is exactly where I need to be. Where I want to be. My safe haven. Wrapped in his strong arms. I drift to sleep, comforted. Safe.