BUBBLES: As always this is a FAN made fiction, which means that all the characters and other works mentioned are not of my mind.

Nichole: What about me?

BUBBLES: Well except maybe you.

Nichole: You made people wait more than u told them they would, that's mean.

BUBBLES: Sorry readers, clock struck midnight and I turned into the pumpkin.

A single beat and my heart takes flight. I can hear Ana almost sobbing, "Christian, this has just been a total mess." Now I understand, she is drunk and furious with her meeting partners. She has no real way to vent her frustration because we are so far away.

"Tell me." I speak clipped, still livid.

"OH Christian it's horrible, almost the entire time these guys just stared off into space. Hannah was no help at all, she just stayed mute the entire review." I knew I should have sent Nichole with her, an experienced assistant in board meetings and pitching such an extreme project was going to be tough. "These Wall Street assholes just took the floor and stomped on all my ideas with murderous intent."

"Anastasia you need to rest now and take drink of water." I say soothing her over the phone as much as possible. My hand starts throbbing with my pulse and I walk to the kitchen sink, sticking my hand under the water.

"Christian it gets worse and you're not going to like it." I can hear the tremor in her voice, gone is her slurring and she seems to be in pain.

"What happened, why are you crying?" There is a deep breath and I can hear her iPad singing in the back ground. _

"Christian, they were taking photos the entire night and during the breaks in the meeting… all those men." I stop breathing, all those men. I make toward my office with the intent to find and break ever last fucker who touched her. "I never truly understood what you meant when you said I had a list of suitors. But there was a line just to speak to me, all of them asking about you. Some of them touching me."

This is the answer than, she has drowned herself in drink and is beating herself up for being unable to halt all the attention that she was getting from the crowds of admirers. I start planning on going with the kids in the morning, if she needs the power in the room than I will help her with it. I also write and email to Welch telling him to send me a list of all the participants.

"Don't you dare Mr. Grey." Oh she knows me so well. "I'm just frustrated and worried about the photos. It's going to be the magazines best news story since I got shot." That whole debacle took at least a month to blow over, and it's still talked about in passing today.

"Anastasia I am coming in the morning, rest and know I'll be with you soon." I will protect my loving wife, and the mother of my adorable children. I will hunt down every fucker that wants what is mine.

"You will do no such thing, Mr. Grey. I went on this trip knowing it was going to be hard. I am a big girl, and I just needed to talk. Go to bed Christian and so will I. Get my kids to day care on time and kiss their foreheads for me. Good night Christian."

"Anastasia." She wants her independence but I hate hearing her like this. "At least Skype me during the meeting and I can give you some hints okay."

She pauses, "Okay fine, and as an added bonus to you I will let you send Nichole to me, and I assume you briefed her already." Good god this women has a direct line to my train of thought. "I'll talk to you in a few hours Mr. Grey. Goodnight."

I sigh and I agree to her terms. "Goodnight my loving wife, don't fret about the photos, we will pull through this easily. We have before."

"Hang up Christian." She giggles

"I love that sound," it is the sound of my soul "You hang up."

"I'll see you tomorrow through cyber space my love." And the phone clicks off.

My loving wife is in pain and she doesn't want me to help her. She wants to brave face it and stomp her foot. I have emailed Nichole already; she will be on the plan at 4 due to the time zone changes. I rap my hand in bandages from my cabinet and pace the room. What can I do if she doesn't want help? I will not break the promise we made all those years ago. How do I help her, oh…that could work.