Teddy and Family

Chapter 23

A/N: And the bad day continues…for those of you know Twilight…Bella is a trouble magnet…chaos follows her when she least expects it…the jinx hits and heaven help who's with her…Oh, so much fun!

Disclaimer: EL James and sometimes SMeyer (I love to play with her characters but with my AU spin on them from my other story. Sorry folks I don't do Cannon ever. Like, Love it, Hate it…you have been warned ^^) own it all I'm just having fun with the characters, but the OC ones and story ideas are all mine

Ana

I wake up dressed in Chris's Harvard T-shirt, the matching Hoodie, my Harvard sweats, and warm wool socks. My arm hurts where they used me as a pin cushion. My foot's back in an elastic bandage and there's an ice pack on it. I'm in a room and Bella's propped up next to me texting like crazy on her phone with one hand and holding mine in the other.

"What happened?" I moan, my head hurts. Shit! Do I have it too?

"You passed out as soon as you saw the needle that they were gonna take your blood with…Good news! You don't have Noro. We're on the safe side of the hotel, so there's that…" She puts her phone away and helps me sit up.

"How long have I been out?"

"About an hour, but its fine." She comes around and slips some maroon converse on my feet. They're nice and support my ankle. "The guys are en route, but the weather between home and here is nasty, so it's taken longer than our flight did. They had to land in Chicago to wait it out, and they can't leave until it clears later this evening, so we won't be seeing them until late tonight. They've seen the reports. You're trending on all the major news stations now, as a former intern caught it all with his phone. There's a few medical personnel who are going to be fired because they have you fainting too. Sabine was less than pleased and neither was Alec. To say that Chris is furious doesn't even cut it, he's suing the Department of Health for breeching protocol. Any and all networks who are carrying it are facing a lawsuit if they don't take it down, which most of them did. It's on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram and there isn't much you can do once it hits the internet."

"Oh, Cripes! At least I was in medical scrubs!" She hands me two tablets and a bottle of water for my pounding headache. "We look like we're going to the gym?" I down the pills and take in her own Harvard sweat ensemble.

"They're warm and it's finally stopped raining slush outside. Murry's having lunch with Sam. Christian's banished her to tour duty at GEH until their kid graduates high school." She hands me my phone. "Call him before my Lion forgets himself. He's driving him insane."

I reluctantly unlock my phone and in seconds Chris's ringtone alerts me to his tenth try at calling me. "Chris, calm down…"

"Ana! Baby! We're stuck here at O'Hara but as soon as we get clearance we'll be back up…" He's practically in tears and I feel terrible for putting him through this.

"I'm fine…I saw the needle and…"

"Passed out…yeah, I saw it on MSNBC…" I can just see him pacing in the plane.

"They wouldn't believe me that I was fine. Papa K got sick on me and…"

"Yep, saw that too…" He's pulling his hair. I can tell by the tone.

"Anyway, I'm fine. The test came back clear. No Noro. No flu…"

"How's the ankle?" He cuts me off and I gasp. Shit did everything make it on Social media!? "That was a spectacular fall at the bottom of the escalator." He growls.

"I was trying to spot Sam with our stuff and wasn't paying attention…it's not my day for shoes. I've gone through two pairs and counting…" I will myself not to whine, but he's mad at me. He only speaks half sentences when he's about to go thermonuclear.

"Sam dropped them off with William. They're safe in the Presidential Suite…" He pauses and takes a deep breath. He's pinching the bridge of his nose. "I'm nearing the end of my tether here, Anastasia. Sam's Uncle is expecting you to call him when you are ready. Don't even think of wandering around the city."

"I'm wearing converse and sweats. We both are. With our hoodies up, no one will think it's us. Just two Harvard kids on holiday. It doesn't even bother me. The paps are surrounding this place by now, not to mention the news crews. We have to call Murry when we're far away from the Marriott. Our bags are cross body so we don't have anything to drag along with us…"

"God Damn it, Anastasia Rose! You don't get it! You are like trapped in this bad luck streak and I don't want you getting mugged next! Call Murry!" He loses it and I nearly drop my phone.

"You worry too much! We'll be fine! Anyone tries anything I'll send them to the emergency room in pieces! I'll see you when you…"

"Ana! Don't you Fucking hang up on me!"

"Love you, Babe! Kisses! Safe flight!"

"ANA…" I end the call and lock my phone.

"Sweetie, you are just asking for him to tan your hide." Bella rolls her eyes at me.

"He's threatened lots of times and swatted at my rear, but never once has he ever carried out that threat. Then again I've never done anything remotely like this."

"I took off for Yellowstone on my motorcycle the night of our first anniversary party. All of us were celebrating a new life and Edward was having fun with the guys. I was carrying the triplets and hadn't a clue yet and after snarling at my family that I might as well go check on a friend of mine near Yellowstone, because my husband was ignoring me at our own party. Long story short I stopped at Destiny, Idaho and stayed at the hotel there waiting for my very angry lion to catch up with me. When he did, I got a lecture, this medallion, and a few good swats to my rear. Well, and we got our puppy too." She tells her tale all the while playing with the medallion around her neck.

"He'll calm down the second he sees me." I'm in denial and I know it. My ass already has a nice bruise on it, by the time we head home I'll be laying on my stomach on the couch in the plane, because I won't be able to sit down. "Let's get out of here. Before they quarantine the whole place."

"We're wearing these bracelets, so we can go whenever we wish to and we need to wear these masks just to be on the safe side." She hands me a mask and I slip it on.

We pull the hoods of our sweatshirts over our heads, sling our bags so that they are across our chests, and head out.

We make it outside and sure enough it's pandemonium. We ignore the reporters' cries for us to give them our take on it and out to Time square. It works, no one even gives us a second glance. It feels good to get outside into the fresh air. Well, as fresh as the air can be in a city the size of New York, but I'll take it.

"How's the ankle?" Bella and I stop at those famous red stairs and take our bearings.

The nice Ranger to let us behind the barrier and told us to say hello Ella and Logan for him. That was after we got a ten minute endless lecture on breaking security protocol…and the usual us being a target…blah….blah…blah…I dug into my bag and handed him this card that Jason made up for us in case we ever got in trouble for using our lethal skills. It shut him up instantly. He left to go yell at some teenagers trying to grid their boards across the marble benches. I hate it when males assume that I'm this delicate female and then start with the lecturing.

"It's fine. Let's at least try to stretch our legs for a while before we call him. I desperately need air and to clear my head before we head for the hotel." I shoot her a pleading look. "I'm starving. Let's go to Juniors. I think we've more than earned a slice of heaven."

"We need something besides cheesecake, Ana."

"And we will, but it's either that or we hit Ben and Jerry's." I plead. I need chocolate.

"Fine, but afterwards we call Murry." Bella gives me a look.

"Yes, fine, you win. We'll call Murry. Food now and chocolate please!"

And we head off in the direction of Juniors restaurant. Where we have lunch and indulge in yummy cheese cake.

I'm stuffed and wanna work some of this off, so we have Murry drop us off at Central Park, so we can wander around for a while. After reassuring him that we're both highly skilled in self-defense by both of us flashing cards this time, he reluctantly let's us out. We have to promise to call him when we're ready though and we do. He's going to drop our bags off at the hotel for us, so that we don't have to lug them around the park and for his own piece of mind. We made a quick stop into H & M to buy us some winter gear before we called him, so that we don't freeze as we wander the park. Seeing as our coats got left behind at the Marriot.

"Wow, Grey on the Parks, is coming along fast." We're standing on the Park side and across from us is my hotel and they are just finishing the outer work.

"Chris wants to make the competition cry doesn't he?" Bella smirks.

"He wanted it to go green and still make it aesthetically pleasing to the eye. Elliot's crew is doing a fantastic job turning that vison into a reality." I smile as we head into the park.

"We'll wander around the pond." Bella suggests, as it's devoid of park goers at the moment. "Sam seems like she's got her finger on the pulse of NY. Getting her Uncle, whom I surmise pretty much runs the Cab Company, to personally drive us around in a spanking new cab. The Commissioner was there at the Hotel and he nearly expired when he saw you unconscious and he was talking to Sam on the phone…"

"Sam's family is pretty much like that Bluebloods show. Her mom's family are from New York and nearly everyone is involved in something to do with the law. Then there's Murry's family who pretty much provide the lifeblood to the city, Taxies. If Frank Senior was there then we've got a shadow following after us. I thought I saw her cousin Frankie when we were leaving H & M. God forbid that the two of us are wandering the city without my big brothers in tow." I snort, rolling my eyes.

"Ana, when are you gonna get it that you aren't commonplace by any means in the eyes of the public …Our families are to America like the Royals are in other countries. More so on the West Coast than the East, but with every news story, tabloid, blog, you name it you're gaining world recognition. You were TIME magazine's Person of the Year. That's Global. You run and own a billion dollar international publishing empire and you're married to one of the most influential and wealthiest men on the planet who also runs and owns his own International Billion dollar Corporate Empire…Do I need to continue…" Bella's right, but to me I'm just Ana and Chris is just Chris. I don't understand and never will get what the fuss is all about. It's been part of my whole life and it's still insane to me, so I tend to rebel against it, always have. The books made it infinitely worse.

"I choose not to let it go to my head." I shrug my shoulders. "I was born into this world of the social elite and I have fought it all of my life. The stigma. The expectations. What people assume. All of it…"

"That's why they made you Person of the Year. You buck against the status Quo. You fiercely fight for the underdog. Those who have nothing. The forgotten ones. You make a difference and it is being felt and heard around the globe."

"Money does not give you the right to treat those who don't like they are scum on the bottom of your shoe. Those who do treat others as 'that class' are a disease and this world needs a serious vaccination from them. Their greed is literally destroying the planet and those of us who have the means and the power can and will do everything to stop them and to do our best to help those in need. You can't buy your ticket into heaven. You have to earn it." I quote myself from the article.

"Can we just try and enjoy this for a while. Let me decompress? I have you with me and that's like having a dozen of my big brothers."

"Thanks," She grins at me. "I've never been compared to an entire team of Special Forces, CIA, or FBI before."

"Well, it's true." I playfully make a face at her.

"Yes, but, I have to rein it all in when in public and believe you me that's a pain in the ass."

***Minor Trigger Warning just in case***

We're starting around the pond when we hear the sounds of girls screaming and the taunting echoes of male maniacal laughter. I don't even think about it and take off running to save those girls. It's dead on this part of the park because of the crappy weather, so it's primed for predators to strike even in broad daylight.

"Ana! Don't do anything crazy! Like kill the slime balls!" Bella's on my heels.

"If those guys are trying to gang rape those girls then I'm sending them to the ICU!" I kick it into high gear and don't give a damn that my ankle is singing because of it.

"Shit! That's four jocks against two girls! Damn right we're sending them to the ICU!" Bella kicks past me, barely reining it in. I can just make them out in front of us, but Bella's eagle vison sees them clear as day.

I grit my teeth and hit my max speed. I can make out their college jackets. Yale frat boys. Drunk. Wanting to have some fun. Knowing that Daddy can get them out of anything.

Bella reaches them, grabs hold of a jacket, and tosses one into the pond. "Get you're hands off those girls!"

"Oh! You're gonna fucking pay for that, Bitch!" Frat number three tosses the girl away like a like rag doll and rounds on Bella.

It's you're funeral, buddy!

"Pick on someone that can defend themselves!" I snarl and dive in between One and two and land a blow to their chests, making them drop their other nearly unconscious prey.

They go stumbling back gasping, but are still on their feet.

The poor girl is barely awake, beaten, and her shirt is torn to shreds.

They're still gasping for air and Bella is playing with Frat Three and soaking wet Four, so I reach down and help the girl and her friend over to lay by the trees. "Just stay there! We'll take out the trash." I take off my coat and put it over their shivering forms.

I can't believe this shit! The bottom feeder from TMZ is standing not even three feet from us filming this! "Call fucking 911, you fucking asshole! Tell Harvey that TMZ is history! I'm gonna sue him for every penny that he has!" God they really do only care about the fucking story!

"Behind you!" One of the girls cries weakly.

Before I can react, I'm grabbed from behind. The other tries to grab my legs. "Bad move!" I bring both my feet up and get One in the face and then ram my head back against Two, easily breaking both of their noses.

"You fucking, Bitch!" Two snarls and I go flying into the pond landing on my already bruised behind.

"Fuck! I'm gonna kill you for that!" One's grabbing at his nose in agony.

It doesn't slow me down at all. It's shallow. Game on you bastards!

Three and Four managed to get one in on Bella and she lands next to me or more like she's checking on me and let them get that move in.

"You okay?" She hisses at me.

"I'm fine!" I snarl back, narrowing my eyes murderously at the four targets in front of us. "One and Two are mine."

"I'm not done with Three and Four." She snarls back.

When Three and Four decide to go after us. Bella and I easily take them down with well placed kicks to their knee caps and as they go down we get them good in the groin. They are down for the count along the shore of the pond. Screaming in agony.

One and Two think that they're Bruce Lee. Yeah, right, pathetic! They come at both of us and suffer the same fate as their friends. In dire need of knee replacements and never being able to father anything in their lifetime.

Not that it's gonna matter. Those girls need immediate medical attention. Bella and I are soaking wet. I've got bruises where those assholes grabbed me. They are going away for a long, long time. I don't give a flying fuck who their Daddies are either!

**End Trigger warning**

We ignore the four writhing predators and rush over to focus on the girls.

"I did call the cops! I was recording it for evidence against those frats!" The TMZ germ whines in his defense, but we ignore him to focus on the girls.

The cavalry arrives or not, just two and one looks very familiar. "Jesus Christ, Frankie! I'm calling in for a few buses!" One of them is staring in awe at the scene before them.

"I'm calling it in! Shit! Dad's gonna have a coronary!" Frankie Jr., Sam's cousin, calls the situation in then races over to focus on us. "Are you okay? Did you take on four ivy league jocks by yourselves?" He eyes the frats then us in disbelief.

Bella and I are each holding a shivering unconscious girl to keep them warm. We stopped them before they could do major damage that we can see, but they're gonna have black eyes and there will be bruising from their attackers.

"They needed help and we were here. These two girls are suffering from shock and whatever those monsters were doing to them before we got here. Those four will need knee replacements and testicular retrieval surgery." I glower at the TMZ germ still recording everything. "The parasite caught it all and didn't have the balls to help, so you might wanna confiscate his tech."

"How did the two of you get wet?" Frankie takes off his coat and hands it to me and I cover the girls' legs with it.

"I pissed One off by head-butting him in the nose and he sent me flying into the pond." I shrug, as if it wasn't anything major. My ankle is telling me otherwise and my ass is singing too, but I ignore it.

"Seeing Ana go flying into the water caught me off guard with Three and Four and I ended up in the pond with her." Bella echoes after me.

"Hudson! Throw me your jacket!" Frankie growls at his partner who's now checking over the attackers.

"They seriously messed these four up, Frankie." Hudson shakes his head in disbelief and tosses his jacket at him. It goes over them too. "The Calvary is one minute out. Why's your dad with them?" The guy is clueless as to who we are.

"Seriously, Man!?" TMZ germ snorts. "That's Bella Cullen and Ana Grey! As in Edward Cullen and Christian Grey's wives!"

"Nah, not possible." He eyes the germ like he's insane and walks over to us, leaving the predators for the EMT's

"No, it's true. My cousin Sam's usually their shadow and my Uncle Murry has been their driver all day. He said that he dropped you off at the park. Sam was giving him grief when he was trying to say where and we got our signals crossed. I thought he said by Columbus Circle..." Frankie informs him and I roll my eyes.

"Yeah, that happens when you don't wish your target to know that you're tailing them doesn't it?" I snark.

"Ana! Be nice!" Bella hisses at me then shoots them an 'I'm sorry my little sister is being bitchy. Please, indulge her.' look.

"I'm sorry but I'm having to quote a famous children's book title a 'Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day!' That won't stop!" I exclaim in my defense, but it gets drowned out by all the police and emergency vehicles converging on us.

A black SUV is the first to arrive and I think shit! Chris is here! Nope, it's Sam's Uncle and he looks far from pleased. More like a Dad when you're a teenager and you're like three hours over curfew. Yep, that bad. He's flanked by his own security so much like Jason with Chris. Frankie and Hudson immediately go and report to him.

We're converged on by the EMT's.

Let the migraine commence!