A/N: Thank you for all the wonderful reviews and feedback. Once again, thank you for the support for Late Night Thoughts and my other story, A Different Way. I really do appreciate it.

I thought we'd start 2013 with a little Christian Insanity. Enjoy!

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

Phoebe has a date

Christian POV:

Good, Gail left subs in the refrigerator. I'm starved. I grab one and shut the refrigerator door.

"Hi Mr. Grey"

I jump, startled by the young girl standing on the opposite side of the door.

"Oh, hello Jennifer. Are you here with Phoebe?"

"Yeah, she's in the bathroom. I'm just waiting for her" She grins.

"I see" I begin to walk back into my study. She moves directly in my path.

"What are you doing Mr. Grey?" She asks as she twirls her hair around her finger.

"Ah, working in my study"

"I bet you do a lot of important things" She bats her eyelashes at me. Is this girl flirting with me? I better get my ass out of here...STAT!

"Yes, well, err… have a good day Jennifer"

"Thanks. You too. Mr. Grey" She flutters her eyelashes as I high tail it out of the kitchen.

I walk into my study and sit at my desk, reading profit and loss reports for GEH when Ana walks in.

"Baby, would you mind getting me a coffee?"

"Why, did your legs break? You can't get it yourself?" she jokes.

"No, I'm not going back in that kitchen. Phoebe's friend Jennifer is there making eyes at me"

"Afraid of a little girl?" she teases

"Terrified"

"It's ok. I'll get your coffee. Jennifer is a natural flirt. She'd flirt with a rock if she came across it. She had poor Taylor cornered last week. Gail had to save him. I'll keep you safe from the big, bad seventeen year old."

Ana POV:

I walk into the kitchen and Phoebe and Jennifer are sitting on the bar stools eating salads.

"Salads girls?" I don't think I've even seen the two of them snack on something healthy before.

"Yes, we have to be mindful of our figures, Mother. After we eat we're going to jog around the house a few times"

Ah, this must be about boys.

"Of, course" I smile as I pour Christian's coffee in a mug.

I notice Jennifer nudging Phoebe with her elbow, looking over at me.

"Tell her" Jennifer whispers loud enough for me to hear.

I turn to face both of them.

"Is there something you want to tell me Pheebs?"

"Well, yes." She's playing with her hair while she's talking to me, that's usually not a good sign.

"What is it, honey?" I encourage her to tell me.

"We have dates tonight. A double date!" Jennifer blurts out.

Phoebe turns bright red and nudges Jennifer with her elbow.

"Dates? With who?" I realize Phoebe is seventeen and certainly old enough to date but I always figured she'd be a late bloomer like me. I guess not as late as I was.

"Kyle Roberts and his twin brother Keith" Phoebe mumbles.

"Oh, I know their parents well. Very nice people. I've been to their home a few times" I smile. I can see Phoebe is uncomfortable enough about this.

"Is it ok Mom?"

"Well, where are you going?" I ask.

"We were going to the movies tonight" Phoebe squeaks out.

"How will you get there?"

"They would drive us there"

"You Father will insist on security Pheebs. I don't see any way around that"

"Mom, Roger is not sitting with us. And he's not driving with us"

She has her point. She deserves to have some independence and date like a normal teenager.

"How about Roger drives separately and stays outside the theatre. The boys don't need to know he's there."

Phoebe looks at Jennifer and they both shrug. They know this is the best deal they're going to get.

"Ok. As long as no one knows. Can you talk to Dad please?" she begs.

Sigh. This is going to suck.

"Sure baby. I'll talk to your Dad right now." I grab his coffee and head back into his study. Christian is sitting at his desk, pouring over reports.

"Thanks baby. What took you so long?" He grabs the mug from me.

"Oh the girls were in the kitchen and we were chatting for a bit" Christian's eyes stare right at my twisting hands, he looks up at me.

"Just get it out Ana. Your body language is giving you away. What do you have to tell me?" Damn him, he's so observant.

"First, I want you to remain calm and reasonable."

"This is not a good start" His eyebrow raises.

"Phoebe has a date tonight" I blurt out.

"A date…with a boy, a date?"

"Yes, with a boy. It's a double date; she's going with another couple."

"Who?"

"Jennifer and the Roberts twin sons, Kyle and Keith"

"Jennifer is a boy crazy flirt, a man-eater. And I don't know these boys."

"Yes, you do. Nora and Bob Roberts sons. Christian, we've been to their home at least a dozen times. They're good people. These are good boys"

"No" he flatly states.

"Christian, Teddy was dating at fifteen for crying out loud. You didn't have issue with that"

"That's different"

"How the hell is that different?" I have my hands on my hips and I'm scowling at him.

"He's a boy" Holy crap, he went there.

"I can't believe you said that. There will be no double standard for our daughter, Christian. She's seventeen. Most of her friends have been dating for at least a year, some more."

"You waited until you were twenty one"

I tilt my head at him.

"Do you really want to go there? To my introduction to the dating world? I'm sure you recall that well"

"No." he looks down at his desk.

"Fine, then let's get back to Phoebe. They're just going to a movie. I already told her that Roger would have to be there at some capacity but I promised her that he wouldn't be in the theatre sitting with them."

"Having once been a teenage boy, I know that teenage males have sex on their minds for at least twenty three hours day. The very idea that some hormonally charged teenaged boy will try place his filthy paws on one inch of my daughter's anatomy…" He's so twisted, he doesn't finish his thought.

"Christian, Phoebe is a good girl. A smart girl. We have to trust that she can take care of herself. Besides, they're in public, and with another couple. She's seventeen. We can't lock her up in a tower until she's thirty, no matter how much you want to. It's not fair to her. It's not right."

"Roger will be there?" he asks sternly.

"Yes, she will have security close by. And she has her cell phone"

"Fine. I want to meet these boys first" He growls through his clenched teeth.

"Ok. Thank you" I kiss his cheek. That went better than I thought.

~~~xxx~~~

It's 6:30 and the front doorbell rings. Kyle, Keith and Jennifer walk in. They're all dressed casually in jeans and T-shirts. Baxter gives the boys a protective sniff. He doesn't growl, so they've passed the Baxter test.

Now on to the top dog in the kitchen.

Phoebe is sitting with Christian at the island. The tension is so thick.

"Hi guys" Phoebe smiles and greets her friends.

"Hi Phoebe. Mr. and Mrs. Grey" Both boys say in unison. Twins!

"Which one of you boys is driving?" Christian cuts right to the chase.

"I am Sir." Kyle answers, well I think that's Kyle.

"How long have you had a license?"

"Since I was sixteen Sir"

"Do you have any violations?"

"No Sir"

"Do you drink? Smoke…anything? Do drugs?"

"No Sir"

"Will you be gentlemen?"

"Dad!" Phoebe is bright red.

"Ok, kids. You have fun" I intervene. I need to stop the interrogation before Christian has them pat down.

The four of them, all smiles, walk to the door and are out for their night. I walk back into the kitchen where Christian is still sitting.

"Was that last question really necessary?"

"Yes it was. No fucking teenage boy is going to touch my daughter"

I decide to drop the conversation. He did let her go, that's progress.

Christian stands up and leaves to stew in his study. I know this was hard for him

~~~xxx~~~

About an hour later, I hear Christian mumbling in the kitchen. I walk into the kitchen and see his hair is a mess. Oh crap, he's been running his hands through his hair all this time. This is not good. This is not good at all.

"Christian, are you ok? What are you doing in here?"

"I'm not allowing some teenaged hard-on to touch my daughter" His eyes are blazing…he grabs his car keys off the kitchen counter and heads out to the front door.

"Don't you dare Christian! You are not going to ruin this for her" I yell as he walks away.

He turns and scowls at me and walks out the door slamming it behind him.

I rush out after him. He's already in his car, with the engine revving and the headlight on. I come over to the side, furiously banging on the driver's side window.

"Stop it Christian. Don't do this" I'm banging on the window so hard, my fist is killing me.

"Get the fuck away from the car, Ana" he growls.

"No, you have to stop this. You are not going to make a scene and embarrass your daughter."

"Get the fuck away from the car"

"No" I'm holding on to the car door. I know he would never drive away if my hand is on the car. Then again, his daughter has never been out on a date while he's in the midst of a thermonuclear fifty breakdown.

"Ana, move out of the way" he yells.

It's become apparent to me that he is not going to listen to reason. If I come with him, I have time to reason with him.

"I'll come with you" I plea.

"Fine" He growls.

I let go of the handle and run in front of the car over to the passenger side. I know better than to walk behind it. I'm no fool; he'd leave me here high and dry.

I reach the passenger side door and thankfully, he unlocked it. Maybe some sense is coming back to him. I slide in the car and put on my seatbelt. As soon as he hears my belt click, he hits the gas pedal and we're off to ruin my poor daughter's night. He hit the gas so hard; my body flings back against the seat.

"Whoa Christian, slow down, you're going to kill us both"

The front gate opens are we're off.

"You know she's going to hate you if you do this." I try reasoning with him.

"She'll get over it" he growls

"She won't Christian. You cannot do this to her. It will mortify her. You'll embarrass her in front of her friends and that boy"

"I don't give a fuck"

"You should. It's not right. You're crossing a line, a line you may never get to approach again She's seventeen. This was going to happen. You have to trust her and let her grow up."

His mouth forms a hard line and he hits the gas pedal harder.

I cross my arms and let out a long sigh. I'm at a loss; I don't know what to do.

I look out the window searching for divine intervention, something…anything to save this situation from becoming an all-out war. Once Phoebe and Christian lock horns, I don't know if there would be any survivors.

Suddenly there's a loud thud and the car bounces down hard. What the hell?

"Fuck me. I hit a fucking pot hole" He barks.

Within seconds, I feel the unevenness of the ride and I immediately know we have a flat tire.

I'm not sure if this was divine intervention, but I look up and quietly thank the stars above.

Christian pulls the car over to the side of the road.

"I'll call Taylor and ask him to send someone to change the tire" I suggest.

"I know how to change a fucking tire, Ana. I'll take care of it. Stay here"

He leaves the car, slamming the door so hard I jump in my seat. The trunk opens and he takes out the spare tire and the jack. I'm watching him from the rearview mirror. He looks like he's going to snap in half, he's so wound up tight. It's hard to see in the dark, but I can see he's mumbling to himself, probably all curse words… yup, definitely all curse words.

I get out of the car to see if I can help him. He's crouched by the flat tire, with the lug wrench in hand, twisting the lug nuts off the tire. He looks over at me.

"I thought I told you to stay in the car" he shouts.

"I thought you might need some help."

"Just get in the fucking car, Ana. I don't want to worry about you getting hit by a passing car"

"I'm not going to get hit by a car" I roll my eyes.

Just as he pulls off the last lug nut I hear the sound of metal hitting the ground.

"Fuck"

"What happened?"

"I dropped the fucking lug nut"

"Oh is that what it was? I thought I heard something roll"

"Which way did it roll?"

"I don't know. I said I heard it, I didn't say I saw it." I shrug my shoulders.

"That's not helpful" he barks. Wow is he pissed off.

"Well, I'm sorry I couldn't be more help" I say sarcastically, crossing my arms with my eyebrows furrowed. He's really pissing me off.

"Just get in the car Ana. I'll find it"

"I'll help. Where's the flashlight?"

"There's no flashlight"

"Really? Jeez, even Wanda had a flashlight"

"I can't see shit. Fuck" He is getting angrier by the second.

"How about if we use the light from our cell phones"

"Fine, since that's all we fucking have"

We both turn on our cell phones and use the little bit of light they give off. Christian is looking under the car and I'm looking around it.

Boom! Suddenly there's a deafening clap of thunder. The heavens open up and it is pouring. It's a hard freezing cold rain. Freezing cold January rain…. wonderful. This night keeps getting better and better.

"Do you see it?" I ask.

"No, I don't see shit. Ana, get in the car. I'll keep looking"

"No, I want to help. I don't want you out here any longer than you need to be"

"Just get in the damn car"

"We'd never be in this predicament if you were acting like a sane person"

"Don't start with your smart mouth now Ana. I'm not in the mood"

"Maybe this cold rain will shock some sense back to you. Let you daughter live her life"

"Watch it Ana" he snarls.

Just as the words leave his mouth, a car passes and splashes a huge puddle of water on the both of us. We're standing in front of each other, drenched in filthy freezing water. His hair is so wet; it's sticking to his forehead, hanging over his eyes. My dress is filthy from the dirty water splashed on us.

"Look at us! Look at us! Look at what you've reduced us to. This is insane." I hold out my arms and turn around, this is what we've become two drowned rats. My dress is sticking to my body, dripping wet and grimy. I don't see it, but I'm sure I must have raccoon eyes; my mascara has to be dripping down to my chin by now.

When I finish my three-sixty turn, I look him in the eyes. We angrily glare at each other for a bit, the rain falling hard, drenching us even more, if that's possible. Then the ridiculousness of this situation we've found us in hits me, and I burst out laughing. He looks at me with puzzled look on his face and he burst out laughing too.

Here we are, two soaking wet fools, freezing our asses off drenched to the bone, in the middle of a freezing cold rain storm, howling. I'm laughing so hard there are tears pouring down my soaked face. He walks up to me and holds me. I look up at him.

"You know you're crazy, don't you?" I ask him

"Crazy for you" He softly kisses me.

"You have to trust her. You have to let her live her life. I know it's hard to watch your little girl grow up, but you have to." I yell over the rain.

"I… I don't know that I can. " He admits while the rain still pouring down on us. He looks so sincere...a soaking wet, over protective, father who is having a hard time adjusting to his baby girl growing up.

"Christian, you are a wonderful father; we've raised a strong willed good girl. It's going to be alright"

"I know… I'll try" he nods.

"There! The lug nut, it's right there. I see it" I point toward the ground, a few inches from our feet.

"Thank fuck. Will you get in the car now? Please"

I get in the car. I wrap my arms around myself, shivering.

After a few minutes, Christian gets back in the car starts the engine and blasts the heat. Heat! Oh beautiful heat. How I love you.

"Where are we going?" I'm afraid to ask, but I need to know if I got through to him.

"Home."

"Ok"

I stay silent during our car ride home. I thought it best to leave Christian to his thoughts. He reaches his hand over and places it on my knee. I look at him and smile. I think things are going to be alright.

We arrive back at the house. Naturally now the rain has stopped. We get out of the car and walk hand in hand back into the house, our dripping wet clothes leaving a trail on the floor. Phoebe is already home and greets us in the kitchen.

"Hey baby girl, how was your night out?"

"Good. Fun. What the heck happened to the both of you? Her eyes opened wide.

"Oh, we just ran into a little car trouble that's all" I smile.

"You look like you went through a carwash with the top down" she jokes.

"We feel it. We're going to change into some dry clothes. Are you coming Christian?"

I look over at him and he's staring at Phoebe with a melancholy look. He's wet, filthy and so endearing.

"Yes. Goodnight Phoebe. I'm glad you had a good night" He kisses the top of her head and quickly walks to our bedroom. I give him a head start to give him a little alone time to collect his thoughts.

It's a bittersweet moment. I know that although he's looking at this beautiful grown up teenaged girl in front of him... in his mind he's seeing the four year old little girl he used to dance with in the great room.

I know his over protectiveness is way too much, but how much he loves his little girl is just so…lovely.

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