Leonard Schneiderman was the hero of the day. He met with the media on behalf of Mrs Grey and said she would be giving a brief statement as soon as she had met with Christian , who was in the process of being transferred to Legacy Good Samaritan Hospital. Afterwards, Schneiderman took the four of them in his private helicopter directly to the hospital.

Flynn watched Taylor closely as Ana approached Christian's hospital room. She had been told his injuries were minor. He was suffering from exposure, he was dehydrated and had a bad infection in one foot but other that he was fine. Physically, at least. Ana entered the room. She slipped Taylor's jacket off and handed it to him. Taylor stayed back and stood in the doorway. Christian and Ana stared hard at each other without saying a word. Tears fell from their eyes but neither said a word. Slowly Ana approached, her breathing rapid and shallow. Finally, just a few feet away, she paused, unable to believe it was really him. In a trembling voice barely audible and filled with uncertainty, she whispered "Christian?" He held open his arms and managed a horse "Ana!" And then she was there beside him in the bed, clinging to him, crying hysterically. Christian wasn't much better. He held her tight and sobbed into her hair. Taylor saw what he needed to see. He spoke to Sawyer and told him to watch the door and to get Welch to send a team here. Then he turned to go.

"T, where you headed?"

"I'm really tired, Luke. I need to find some place to sack out. I'll see you later." He turned and started walking alone down the long corridor.

Flynn watched the reunion for a moment and then looked for Taylor. He was gone. He asked Sawyer who pointed down the hallway just in time for Flynn to see him disappear into the elevator. Flynn nodded his thanks to Sawyer and started jogging towards the elevator. Once outside he quickly spotted him about a half a block away. Flynn sighed and reluctantly started to jog again. Taylor walked, head down, no destination in mind. All he knew was he didn't want to think. He didn't understand what was going on, why he felt so angry. Nothing made sense. He looked at his feet and simply concentrated on moving one foot after the other. He never noticed when Flynn joined him, only when he grabbed his arm and sharply hauled him back at the same time a taxi's horn blared. He wondered why Flynn was there but it took too much energy to care, too much to listen or to talk. He was done. So he just stood there and stared blankly at Flynn.

"It's okay, Jason. " Flynn offered in a reassuring voice, while flagging down a taxi. Taylor sighed. Thoughts were flitting around his brain too fast for him to keep up with. He was pretty sure Flynn said something but it was just so hard to hear. He shook his head trying to clear it but that didn't help. The next thing he knew, Flynn was guiding him into a taxi. He didn't hear Flynn tell the driver, "The Heathman."

The destination hit Taylor hard. Fuck! Then he thought, it really didn't matter. Why should he give a fuck if they talked about him? Lately, that was all anybody did anyway. Yeah, he knew the staff and security at The Heathman and it might be a little uncomfortable but it sure as hell beat going back to Escala. He looked up at Flynn and said "At least try and get a suite." Flynn nodded.

Flynn obliged. The desk clerk looked over at a Taylor, recognizing him from countless arrangements he had made over the years for Christian, his family and business contacts. The suite was first class. Not primo presidential quality but first class, never the less.

Taylor walked over to the bar refrigerator and took out a cold beer. He held it in the air towards Flynn, "Want one?" Flynn shook his head no. Taylor walked over and dropped down on the comfy couch. He sank back into the soft cushions and took a long swig of beer. He let his head fall back and closed his eyes. God, what a fucking mess. As bad as things were, it was only going to get worse. He could deal with the no job and no chance of a future job in the field that he loved so much; it hurt but he could deal with it. It was knowing he would have to face Christian that was killing him. Something about his expression alerted Flynn.

"Jason, talk to me. What are you thinking? It seems very painful."

"You can't fix this, Doc, don't even try. It's unfixable."

"Explain."

"He's been in the hospital, what, three hours?"

Flynn nodded.

"Well, that's long enough for him to notice his security team has been brawling and I am missing. Even if Welch doesn't start telling him things, he'll know something's wrong because of Ana. Ana will be nervous if he starts asking questions and he'll know right away if she's holding back anything. I figure he'll know everything before very much longer."

"What is it that Christian will find out?"

Taylor finished his beer with one long slug. Ignoring Flynn, he let his head drop back into the soft sofa cushions.

"You had a suicide pact with Ana, didn't you ?"

Taylor raised his empty beer bottle to Flynn in congratulations, "You're good, Flynn." Then he stood, walked to the bar and took another beer from the fridge. "Did Welch tell you?"

"No. It was your body language last night. Ana's too."

"Great."

"Taylor, I am sure Christian will understand these were very trying circumstances. You can't let yourself be overwhelmed with guilt."

Taylor laughed bitterly. "You seriously think I would feel guilty about setting her free from the constant pain she was in? I never regretted the decision to help, if it came to that."

"Than what has you feeling so guilty?"

Taylor chugged on his beer and then looked over at Flynn. "What if I told you I slept with his wife almost every night for the last six months?"

Flynn schooled his features trying desperately not to let Taylor know how shocked he was. He'd been expecting something like this but actually hearing it was difficult.

"Well, Jason, that certainly complicates things. Did anyone know you and Ana, uh, that you were sleeping together?"

"Everyone in the house."

"I dare say that made you very popular." Flynn sat back in chair a moment thinking, then leaned forward and asked, "Why?"

Taylor gave a half smile. "I didn't plan on it, it just sorta happened. It's complicated."

Just then Flynn's phone starting going off. Flynn didn't recognize the number and although curious, ignored the call. No sooner did the ringing stop when it started again.

Taylor nodded at the phone, "You'd better take that." he advised.

Flynn answered the phone with a simple "Dr Flynn speaking." His face immediately paled and then he replied to the caller, "I see. Yes, I'll let him know." He put the phone down and looked at Taylor, "I think that may have been Sawyer. He said to tell you a team is coming for you and it's not in house. You have 5 minutes tops."

"I'm not running. I'm tired. I just want it all to be over. You should leave Doc. No point in borrowing trouble."

"No, Jason. I'll stay. "

"Doc, you're not getting it. You know Christian. You know how jealous and possessive he is. You know how betrayed he has to be feeling. He isn't going to believe Ana when she tries to explain nothing ever happened. He's just going to get angrier. The boss knows a lot of people and they're not all nice. If this isn't in house, you really need to go."

"Wait - what do you mean nothing ever happened?"

"I slept with her, yes, but it was just so she could sleep. She wouldn't let anyone help her. You tried, everyone tried. I put a camera in the room and one night I saw her sitting on the side of her bed, holding the gun. We made a deal. We did the suicide pact and I agreed to sleep with her. She'd make me wear his cologne and she would pretend i was Christian. But no kissing or nothing. I would just hold her till she slept. Look, Flynn, we've got no time, you have to go. Now!"

"No." replied Flynn. Then he walked over to the closet and reached inside his jacket pulling out the same plastic box of pre filled syringes he used the other night. I am going to put you out Jason. Haldol this time. It will keep you out longer. They won't hurt you if you're unconscious. I 'll explain to them what really happened."

Taylor laughed. "Go ahead, Doc. It won't change anything, just delay the inevitable. Let me stand up."

As he stood, he swung his arm and sent the lamp flying. "You need to trash the room a little. And one more thing," then he lunged for Flynn, tearing his shirt, tapping him hard enough with his fist to cut his lip and make his nose bleed. Then he placed his hands around Flynn's neck and squeezed hard, hoping for some quick bruises. A panicked Flynn didn't hesitate to jab his bicep with the sedative.

"Look good-d-d" Taylor muttered before he sank unconscious to the floor. Quickly , Flynn went around, messing the room up some more.

He was standing over Taylor, looking around admiring his handiwork when the door crashed open and three men in masks entered. Two men picked up Taylor and left without a word. The third looked at him, pulled out a gun and said , You need to come with us, quietly. "

Flynn nodded, took one last look around the room and headed for the door.