A/N: This little story came to me last night. I had to write it and get it out of my system, so I could move on and work on the Rewind of Date Night in Christian's POV. I'm really looking forward to that

I do not own they characters. They belong to E.L. James. This is just for fun.

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The Pick Up - 20 Yrs Later

I have a ton of errands to run today so I took off work after lunchtime. I could have my staff run these errands, but sometimes it's nice to do normal things, that normal people, without staff doing it for me. Simple things like picking out birthday cards for friends and family or buying a gift. I want the cards and gifts to be special and personal, and they aren't if I have someone else doing it for me.

I may be Anastasia Rose Grey... CEO of Grey Publishing, wife of billionaire business extraordinaire, Christen Grey and mother of two...but I'm still just Ana... a girl from Montesano and to this day, I never want to let that go.

Before I left work, I changed into some comfortable clothes. I had to get out of these heels! Running around in heels can get tiresome and hurt like hell. I change into a pair of jeans, a T shirt and my converse... nice comfy clothes. I throw my hair in a high pony tail and I'm ready to go.

Sawyer is waiting for me in the lobby of Grey Publishing. I know he's my personal security, but over the years, we've also developed a friendship. He's always professional and I trust him with my life but we can joke with each other. I finally got him comfortable enough to call me Ana when Christian isn't in earshot. Being in the social position we are, and having a husband as powerful as he is, having Luke with me has become a necessity most days. I'm thankful that we have a genuine affection for each other or having the equivalent of a human shadow would be unbearable.

"Ana, you look so young when you dress down like that. You could be Phoebe's sister instead of her mother," he says.

"Oh Luke, you're so full it. If you're looking for a raise, keeping loading on the compliments. I have some pull with your employer, you know." We both laugh.

We're running from this place to that place, picking up this, dropping off that. When I'm dressed down like this I'm usually not recognized from our many photographs on the society pages or the gossip rags 'What did they Wear?' pages. I love the anonymity. It's a real chore to worry about how you look all the time.

We finally finish running our errands and end up right by Grey House. My cell rings. It's Christian.

"Hey Baby. Are you still running all over Seattle?' he asks.

"I just finished up. Going to head home now."

"Taylor tells me you're right by Grey House." How does he know? Oh, Sawyer must have checked in with Taylor. "Why don't you come here and we'll go home together."

"Christian, I look like a slob. The CEO's wife shouldn't show up at her husband's place of work in jeans and a pony tail. "

"Don't be ridiculous, Ana. I happen to know that the CEO thinks his wife looks lovely in whatever she wears...or doesn't wear, for that matter. I'm sure you look fine. Please meet me. I've missed my wife all day."

How can I resist this sweet man?

"Okay. I won't to come up to your office; we'll end up passing each other in the elevators. I'll wait in the lobby for you, if that's okay?"

"Yes, perfect. I'll be down soon."

"Ok. I love you."

"I love you too, baby. See you in a few minutes."

Luke parks the car and accompanies me to the lobby. It's the end of the work day and the lobby has come to life, bustling with workers going home. People are streaming out, some alone rushing out the front doors, some in groups laughing and exchanging the office gossip of the day. Many of the seats that line the lobby are taken but we manage find two seats together and sit. Luke is silently watching the crowds trail out. I'm reading emails on my blackberry.

As I'm scrolling through my emails, a well dressed guy sits next to me. I have to say, he's pretty good looking. Obviously takes care of himself, probably in his very early thirties. I can feel him staring at me. Ugh, I hope he doesn't recognize me. I look like such a mess.

"Do you believe in love at first sight, or should I walk by again?" he asks in a low voice.

Huh? Did I just hear what I thought I heard? Ugh. I roll my eyes and give a hesitant half smile, enough to say "go away". I ignore him and continue reading my emails. I notice Sawyer is peeking over; he smiles at me but stays in place. The guy hits me with another line.

"What does it feel like to be the most beautiful girl in this building?" he asks in a low flirtatious voice.

Again with the lines? Is this guy seriously trying to pick me up? This is laughable. What the hell, I'll bite.

"Are you talking to me?" I ask, turning in his direction.

"I sure am, pretty lady. You are the reason men fall in love."

I blush. "Oh, errr… thanks." This guy sure can dish it out. How ridiculous!

"What's a pretty girl like you doing sitting here?"

"I'm waiting for someone."

"I'm someone. You must be waiting for me. It must be fate, pretty lady." Oh boy, this guy thinks he's smooth.

"Umm… I should let you know, I'm married."

"Doesn't bother me." he says casually. What? Does this guy have any morals?

"I think it might matter to my husband." I can feel Luke on my other side. He's been listening in on this ridiculous conversation and he's laughing quietly to himself. I poke him with my elbow.

"What is your name?" he asks.

"Ana. And yours?"

"It's Jake. Well Ana, you're an adult. I'm an adult. You only live once. If you see an opportunity for a good time, you shouldn't pass on it."

"I'm just fine the way I am. Thank you."

"Ana, I make a very good living working here. I could treat a beautiful girl like you right. I could shower you with gifts; take you out for the best meals in town. Whatever your heart desires, Beautiful Ana."

"I don't need to be showered with gifts. You know, women work now. We can buy our own gifts and meals."

"Aren't you the feisty one? I like you, Ana. I could make you forget all about that husband of yours."

I feel Luke tensing up next to me. Clearly he is not pleased with the direction of this conversation. He's so protective. I glance quickly over to him and he sees I'm fine and I can handle this.

"I don't think so Jake. We're very happy. You'll just have to find someone else to shower your money on."

"Do you work in this building? Maybe we could have lunch together sometime." Jeez, This guy doesn't give up.

"No, I work for Grey Publishing, across town."

"Ah, so you work for Grey too? Miserable guy has his hands in so many pots."

"You don't like Mr. Grey?"

"He's a smart guy, no debating that... but a miserable S.O.B. Swears worse than a sailor and you wouldn't want to be on his enemies list."

"Surely, he can't be that bad."

"He's a nightmare on two legs. I've had the 'pleasure' of being in two meetings with him. Man has no social skills. Moody as hell. No patience for an answer. Miserable."

"HmmMmm." I sigh and crack a tiny smile

"Be grateful you don't work at Grey House. You don't have to experience the Tycoon of Terror."

"I'm sure he's not as bad as you say," I defend my husband, although I know Christian can be a pretty hardcore tyrant at times.

"He's the devil in a suit. The ladies seem to like him though. I suppose he's considered a pretty handsome catch their eyes, especially for a guy pushing fifty."

"Yes, I think he's quite handsome too."

"Well don't get your hopes up for a piece of that bastard. Word is he's true and blue to his wife. Doesn't play around, though I suppose he's has plenty of opportunity if he wanted. From what I hear, he's a straight laced family guy."

"Oh, thanks for the information, that's good to know. I'll be sure to remember that. I take it you don't feel the same way, true to one person?" I smile to myself. My man is a keeper.

"Nah, no need to tie your self down with one person when there's so many to go around," he says with distain. Jeez, what's wrong with true and blue? I like it.

"Sounds like that kind of lifestyle could be lonely," I answer.

"Not if you join me. Tell your husband you have to work late and let me take you out for a good time, a real good time."

"Thanks, but I'm in a happy marriage. Much like Mr. Grey, I don't play around either."

"Oh Ana, you don't know what you're missing."

"I'll take my chances, Jake." I roll my eyes.

Suddenly Christian appears in the lobby, walking with Taylor out of the elevator.

"Speak of the devil, the bastard himself has decided to join the ranks of us little people and walk thru the main lobby," Jake says in a short tone.

Luke stands up and greets Taylor. Christian walks toward me and Jake.

"What the fuck...why is he heading this way, the front doors are over there?" Jake turns to me confused as he points at the doors.

As Christian reaches us, I notice Jake straighten himself up, sitting as upright as he can. He looks nervous as hell. Christian really does intimidate people without even trying.

"Err..ahem. Good Evening Mr. Grey," Jake says, his voice shaky.

Christian nods at him then looks at me. I stare back at his beautiful face.

"Good Evening, Mr. Grey," I say.

"Good Evening to you, Mrs. Grey. Ready to go baby?" He extends his hand to me.

"Absolutely." I take his hand and stand up. I turn back to Jake before we leave. "It was lovely chatting with you."

"Err...err...thank you…Mrs. Grey." All the color has drained from his face and he looks like he's about to pass out. Ha!

Christian kisses the top of my head and we hold hands as we walk out the lobby together.