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A/N: And here we are... Kaitlyn stepping up to the mark and it has now been decided that she will become quite a permanent character ;)

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Beauty and the Beast – Chapter Eleven

"Listen here you psychotic bitch," Christian pushed up from his seat and immediately all eyes were on him. "If I find out you had anything to do with Ana getting hurt I will hunt you down and make you regret the day you ever met me!"

"You can't prove it was me," Kaitlyn laughed down the line at him, mocking him. "I'm sorry, Christian but, you know you were only right with me. She doesn't deserve you. Not rich enough, barely passes as a talent. She's not even pretty. Not anymore anyway."

"Don't test me," Christian challenged back at her. "Don't you dare even think for one second I don't mean what I say to you. I have enough money to get me out of anything and I have enough contacts to make sure you disappear that it will never get traced back to me."

"Oh," Kaitlyn giggled, "I always did think your aggressive side was positively sexy! It still gets me off in ways no one else could." There was a pause, "In ways he never could."

"Don't be such a jealous bitch, Kaitlyn," Christian mocked at the phone. "You wasted a good thing cheating on me and you know it. Your father certainly knew it! Don't you dare think I'll let you get away with taking it out on Ana!"

"I already did," Kaitlyn laughed and closed the call.

Without thinking, Christian threw his phone and put his hands to his head, tearing at his hair so harshly that his knuckles went white and the hair follicles on his scalp began to scream. "Fucking bitch!" He had no idea what to do but, let his anger make him hyperventilate. As his brother's hand came to his shoulder, he shot around violently to be confronted with his brother's tiresomely, worried face.

Elliot furrowed his brow, "Chris, what the hell?"

"It's Kaitlyn, Elliot, I know it is!" Christian looked at his brother as though he were protector of the world. "Kaitlyn did this."

"I thought you hadn't seen her in over a year?" Elliot asked, remembering the tornado that had been Kaitlyn Brown. Elliot prayed he never had to see the man eating, self centred, spoilt princess ever again his life.

"I haven't," Christian admitted and then shook his head, "Well I have but, with Ana there. It was about eleven months ago. She turned up at Escala and she went straight for Ana. God, she was vicious and she threatened us, threatened Ana."

"So who is this Kaitlyn bitch because I want to knock her down to size for even talking to my best friend in any threatening manner," Kate jumped in defensively, finding another thing she wasn't told about. She had to redeem herself now.

"She's my ex," Christian exhaled the cold truth. "She cheated on me one night and I ended it. When she found out about Ana and I were dating she stepped in. She told Ana that it wouldn't last long and if it did she would do something to prevent it lasting any longer."

"So why aren't the police picking her up and arresting her?" Kate asked belligerently, unable to stand still. "I mean, she has a motive."

"She's not been in the country for nearly ten months. There's no need to suspect her or that's how the police will see it," Christian admitted with defeat. "I don't know who else it could be. No one else bore a grudge against me, no one else knew about Ana outside of our apartments."

"I didn't know and I was in the apartment most days," Kate sneered unimpressed with that comment.

"I am sorry you didn't know, Kate but, leave it the hell alone!" Christian bawled at her to shut her up and it worked. "Yes, we were together. No, you didn't know. Yes, we both started to regret it and you can take it out on me for the rest of my life once Ana is better but, for now, listen to my brother and just give it up!" He looked at her and he could see she wasn't dealing with this as well as she tried to show and he couldn't work his temper down. "There are worse things going on right now other than you not being told!"

"You're right," Kate suddenly snapped, her eyes showing a foreshadowing of anguish and she went and grabbed her purse. "You're right. There are worse things going on here than that and it's not like she needs me. She doesn't need me here so I'm going to go."

"Kate," Elliot stopped her by grabbing her wrist with his hand.

"Let me go home, Elliot," Kate tried to free herself from his grasp.

"Why are you going?" Elliot asked, remembering his girlfriend couldn't wait to get to the hospital.

"She's supposed to be my best friend and I've been sat here for hours learning that she lied to us all. I thought Ana was better than and I can't bring myself to see her. I can't sit here and wait for more news. I can't stay here when I feel like I can't breathe," Kate told Elliot, yanked her hand from his and fled.

As Elliot walked back into the room, he felt torn. Did he follow her or did he stay here? He looked to Ana's parents, "I'm sorry about that."

"Don't be," Carla admonished and stood up, "Kate has always been one to gain attention no matter what the situation. You have to learn to accept it and right now, she's dealing with this like we all are. Ana never was one to lie so it shocked me when she told about her relationship with Christian. With Kate and Ana they're like sisters soothe deceits a little hard hitting on her right now. Kate will come around when she's had time to settle. Right now she's hurting."

"I don't want it to be too late," Elliot mumbled and took a sigh. "I'm going to go and ifnd her." He looked over at Christian, "Will you okay, bro?"

"Yeah," Christian nodded, his voice nothing more than a croak as he realised just how severe the repercussions were becoming. "Fancy ringing Mia and telling her?"

"What's the time differences?" Elliot asked, feeling nerves bubble at having to ring Mia to alert her about Ana's newfound condition. He found it weird how he and Mia knew of Ana, had met her a few times when she was at Kate's apartment – hell, Mia, Kate and Ana used to go shopping – but no one knew how deeply rooted she was in their family.

"Five maybe six hours give or take," Christian shrugged not really caring. "I'm pretty sure for this she won't mind a wakeup call."

"You're right," Elliot agreed and grabbed his phone. "I'll find Kate and then ring Mia. She'll probably head straight back but, you're right she needs to know."

Watching him leave, Christian felt overpowered with a need to make Ray and Carla believe in his feat for Ana. "You do know I will fight for Ana right?" Christian asked Ana's parents as if they were going to be dishing out redemption for him to take. "I will make sure she is loved for the rest of her life regardless of scars or not."

"I didn't actually expect anything less," Ray smiled, proud of his daughter for finding a man that was in love with her that he would fight and not run when the opportunity arose.

Christian then took it upon himself to find a nurse. He wanted them down with Ana now and he wanted Taylor and Sawyer posted at her door, keeping her room secure. He came back seconds later after catching a glimpse of Ana sleeping and literally being shooed by a nurse who said she had one more thing to do and would be out to them.

By the time he made it back she was practically right behind him with a polite smile branded on her face and a readiness to get them in there. "You can come down now," a nurse broke the woeful silence and gave them a smile. "She's sleeping but, you are more than welcome to sit with her if you're prepared for us to be in and out." She could see the worry on everyone's face, "She gave us a turn earlier but, as long as she remains calm she'll fly through this recovery." She went to turn and leave but, shock back to face them, "I must warn you there is a detective here to question her. I've said she's sedated and not ready physically but, he wants to wait."

Christian felt an untamed growl rip through his chest at someone waiting to badger Ana for details. He would have to wait. If Christian couldn't get a simple conversation out of her without her becoming unstable then a stranger wasn't going to bully information out of her.

Yet he kept it in and waited until they were back near Ana's room before he took on his own jurisdiction and found it wasn't right with him for a detective to just hang around.

"Go in," Christian suddenly ordered Ray and Carla, "I'll sort this detective out." He waited for the pair to follow the nurse in after they gave him yet more appreciative smiles and he turned to see what appeared to be the detective. "Are you here to question Anastasia Steele?"

"Yes, detective Clane, and who are you?" He asked Christian, looking him once over with an accusatory glare.

"Christian Grey, boyfriend of Anastasia," he extended his hand to the gentleman but, the moment he had hold of it, Christian clamped his fingers around his hand so tight he had no way to free it. "Ana is in no fit state to be prodded for answers. I know from how she reacts to us that she is fragile and easily upset. I don't think you should be probing until she is ready."

"I understand, Mr. Grey but, I am here to just do my job. The quicker we get details the fresher it is," Detective Clane spoke apologetically. "I'm just here to do my job and help put away the person that did this to Miss Steele."

"And I understand that," Christian began to say, after all, he wasn't an unreasonable man. "I have my girlfriend's best interests at heart right now and you can ask any nurse or doctor that has helped save her life, she isn't mentally ready for this and you want her to bear down and tell you everything that led to this?" Christian felt a wash of incredulity come over him as he stared at the man, "She was attacked and that's horrifying enough but, she's in the ICU and barely is able to have her family around her and you want to give her a fucking pop quiz on the fact that someone disfigured her? No, I'm sorry, as much as I want the bastard who did this to her caught, I can't risk being pushed from her hospital room again because her blood pressures spiked and she's pushing back her recovery."

"And I suppose you'll order your two men to keep me away?" Clane asked, crossing his arms over his chest as if to become domineering towards Christian and get his own way.

Smirking, Christian knew what the detective was doing and he followed the man's actions. Crossing his arms over his chest, he levelled up with the detective and stared him right in the eyes, "They're paid security and do as they're told. Like I said, Ana isn't fit enough to discuss this with you and all she seems to remember was it was a female. Now had you looked at CCTV footage you might be able to do some legwork and see what you can find from that but, apparently harassing ICU nurses and trying my patients is all you're good for, detective."

Giving in the detective reached into his pocket and pulled out a card, "The moment she is up I want a phone call from you personally with information. I will be back tomorrow if I do or don't hear back and I will be bringing an artist to get a sketch going."

Christian watched the man leave and as he turned around found Taylor and Sawyer both standing stock still but extremely amused at the sight they had just witnessed. Going to Ana's room, he found a chair on her left side for him and he immediately placed a kiss to her forehead and took it. As he sat beside her bed, her parents opposite, Christian thoughtfully played with his bottom lip. Pulling it side to side with each new cognitive though that bypassed the vessels of his brain. He was on her left side, the most damaged side and even though he could only sit and stare, it wasn't out of disgust or horror. It was because she was his Ana, the woman of his dreams, the woman he wanted to married.

Every feeling, every ounce of emotion Ana ever made him confront only sat before him, waiting for him to dive in. His opinion of her didn't change. He actually understood her outbursts. He would have been the same. The pair of them were so alike they worked at duo. He was ashamed of the scars left on him from childhood and she was an insecure beauty. Together they conquered their issues and fell in love with their anxieties.

He had already mentally processed the idea of a plastic surgeon – the world's best – but he felt too occupied with just gaining his spot in Ana's life to be worried about pressing for yet more surgery than she already needed.

He was just happy to be here right now. To be here and watch her sleeping and knowing that his love was only becoming more and more fortified the more his thoughts were consumed with her.

When he saw her eyes begin to open he felt his body stall every working organism it should have carried on doing. His breathing was gone, his thoughts vanished, his eyes just staring until he found himself slowly restarting. Slowly moving forward, he put his hand in hers and called her name, telling her he was there regardless. He knew she wasn't fully awake, nor would she be, but as her hand moved in his panic swept through him.

However, seeing her fingers thread and grip on a little with his gave him some hope that maybe one day they could make it through this to the life they loved.

To a life where Ana felt beautiful regardless.