It was late in the day as the black Audi SUV bounced along the rutted dirt road. Sawyer glanced in the rear view mirror. Ana was asleep in Taylor's arms, her head on his shoulder. At least she had finally stopped crying. He wondered if Taylor was asleep. Beside him was Flynn. Taylor had already threatened Flynn, telling him to keep his mouth shut or he'd shut it for him. Flynn just sat quietly and never said a word. Suddenly, Sawyer hit a huge pothole and Taylor opened his eyes and glared at him in the rear view mirror. Sawyer turned his attention back to the road. A few minutes later he heard Taylor grunt, "How much further?" "About 5 miles, maybe 15 minutes."

"Let Schneiderman know our eta and that we'll need help with the media. "

"Okay, T. I'm on it."

Taylor closed his eyes again and began preparing himself for different scenarios. His thoughts were interrupted by Sawyer's voice calling, "Five minutes , T"

"Ana, time to wake up. We're almost there."

She lifted her head and looked around and sank back into his shoulder. She knew she had to move but right now Taylor's warmth and strength were hard to give up. She muttered "Okay," but nestled deeper in his shoulder. Usually his gun poked into her making his shoulder a less than comfortable pillow. Puzzled, she patted his shoulder with her palm. Taylor knew just when she realized his gun wasn't there. He schooled his features carefully, successfully blanking out any emotion.

"Taylor, where is your gun?"

Deliberately avoiding her glance, he stared out the window at the lush forest that grew on each side of the road. "Welch took it this morning and placed me on medical leave."

She sat up alertly now. "What the hell does that mean?" Taylor didn't reply. He thought to himself, it means he watched the video from last night and concluded I am crazy as a loon. Then he gently lifted her off his chest and placed her on the seat beside him.

"Taylor, are you serious? Has he lost his mind?"

"Don't worry about it Ana. Let's just take one thing at a time."

"But Taylor," Ana protested.

"Ana, look at my hands." He held them up palms facing outward. "They're trembling and I have no clue why. I get so angry, so easily, all I want to do is punch people."

Flynn listened and wished he could speak with Taylor but for now he had to remain silent.

"Sometimes , sometimes Christian was like that. It will be okay Taylor, whatever happens, whatever we learn. Just, just please don't let me go. As long as you're there, I can manage."

"Don't worry, I'll be right beside you."

The car slowed. There were vehicles and satellite trucks everywhere. A white pick up truck came out of nowhere and led them to Schneiderman's base of operations. Taylor slipped his suit jacket around Ana and gave her his sun glasses.

Sawyer watched in the rear view mirror than stretched his long arm back to Taylor and said simply,"Here, T. Take mine." And handed him his sunglasses.

"Thanks, Luke." It was late in the day, not much sun but he didn't want photos in the press showing the bruise under his eye or the lifeless bloodshot look in his eyes. The car stopped. Luke came around and opened the door for Ana. Taylor slid out behind her. They started walking toward the tent but the media was viscous. They took three steps, heard twelve questions about how and when Christian died and then just lifted Ana off the ground and ran the rest of the way. Flynn followed. One of Schneiderman's suits greeted them and led them the rest of the way. Ana saw Schneiderman right away. There was a crowd of people around him that immediately parted as Taylor and she made their way across the room. She dropped Taylor's hand and took one more step forward. "Leonard," she greeted in a firm voice that defied the trembling her body felt. She felt Taylor's hands dig into her shoulder.

"Mrs Grey." Schneiderman replied with a big grin. "You have remarkable timing. We think we have located your husband and we think he is alive."

Ana gasped. From somewhere a voice called, "Sir, we have video." Schneiderman led her to a small screen and she saw him. Christian. Stumbling down a hill, with two men assisting him to a waiting helicopter. Gaunt, bearded, ragged clothes and long haired but it was Christian. She watched as he was helped inside and the helicopter took off.