Elliot was enjoying his visit with Christian. It was going so much better than he had expected. He decided not to ask Christian why Kate had not been allowed to visit with Ana today, or what was going on with Schneiderman. In fact, Elliot decided not to ask him a damn thing. Just seeing Christian start to relax was more important. So he spent the afternoon telling his little brother goofy stories, mostly about himself or Mia, making him laugh. Although Christians posture was more relaxed, his constantly shifting eyes revealed his inner nervousness. Elliot sighed, knowing Christians recovery was going to take time.

Welch came into the room and reminded Christian the security meeting was in ten minutes and Flynn would be by in forty five minutes. Elliot stood, knowing it was time to go. They embraced once more, Christian befuddled by his lack of reaction to being hugged hard against his chest. Elliot noticed it but figured Christians brain had decided there were more important things to worry about than whether is chest or back was touched.

After seeing Elliot to the elevator, he visited his visited the bathroom and then freshened up. He then grabbed a fresh glass of juice and headed for the security office. In the hallway he saw Sawyer pushing Taylor's wheelchair. Once everyone was seated, Welch began. The sharks nibbling on GEH were beginning to back off, but specific personal attacks were continuing and it was becoming increasingly apparent that security was being targeted. Yesterday, Mia had been shopping. On the way back to her car, her purse had been stolen. Her close security had managed to restrain the thief but not without consequences. He had been shot twice in the lower abdomen and was in critical condition. The thief then fled, leaving the purse behind.

Back and forth everyone discussed what was going on and who could be behind it. Nothing helpful came from the discussion. Then Taylor came up with a suggestion.

"If whoever did this isn't someone we suspect, then we need to start looking a lot closer at the people we don't suspect."

Welch nodded. "Okay. Names. You start Taylor. Give me a name."

"Schneiderman."

"Why? He rescued him "

"He has the money and the influence. He has a history with Grey. He has the ego to think he could get away with it."

"Okay. Sawyer?"

"Schneiderman. He is the only one with means and besides, I hate the way he looks at Ana."

Grey's head popped up but he said nothing.

"Anybody else? No? Alright, I'll add one more name. Ros. She has the money and she has the knowledge. I'll start new lines of investigation into both of them. Are there any other concerns?"

Taylor let out a long breath and said softly, "Yeah. We have too many borrowed and temp security working for us now. Plain and simple, right now our security is shit. Add to that weakness, the whole friggin world knows Grey is holed up in Escala and that his security team has been descimated. Bottom line, I don't feel safe in Escala. The guy Sawyer put down in Ana's room was a professional hit man from Serbia. He didn't come cheap. Why hire a hit man to kill someone in a coma that may very well die anyway? Ana must know something. Someone obviously isn't willing to take the chance that she might survive. I think we need to move from Escala and maybe be more careful about exactly what info we share with Ros. "

"Taylor." Grey addressed his head of security. "Ros has been with me from the beginning. I can't believe she could possibly have anything to do with this mess or my accident. "

" I am sure you are right, sir. It doesn't hurt to check though."

"I suppose not." Grey admitted reluctantly.

"Good," Welch announced, "Because Flynn is here."

"Shit." Taylor swore. "Where's bitchilla and her magic meds when you need her?"

Everyone laughed.

"Its not friggin funny! Come on, Sawyer. I can't push this thing with one hand. Get me back."

"Sit down, Luke. His nurse is off duty until five pm and he's not due any pain medication before six. "

Taylor let out a string of curses and everyone laughed. Just then the elevator pinged and Welch stood to go greet Flynn. Striding quickly, he greeted the psychiatrist, whose left arm was still in a sling, with a warm smile and then escorted him into Grey's study.

"I have reports on Taylor and Sawyer, but I need to know from you, how are all three of my favorite patients?"

Welch didn't hesitate for one second. "They're having nightmares. All three. I knew Grey has always had bad nightmares but I personally never experienced them. Gail says these are worse, that they last longer and he doesn't turn to the piano for relief as he did in the past.

"Interesting." Commented Flynn. "What about Sawyer?"

"Gail said she never heard him have a nightmare before. I gave instructions that no one should try to wake him other than calling his name from the doorway and turning on the lights. "

"I agree. He's built like a bull and strong as an ox. He could do some serious damage inadvertently. Now I said I had a report on Taylor. The nurse is very upset. He broke three stitches last night. They were surface stitches, not a big deal but he had a lot of blood vessel repair with a small tear in the aorta. If he were to yank any of that repair work before its healed, its debatable whether or not he'd survive. His nurse is requesting full sedation while he sleeps. I need to discuss this with her because he can have nightmares when he is awake and what will she do then?"

"Duck?" Welch asked, jokingly.

Flynn ignored him and continued , "Regarding Sawyer, did he call out anything? Perhaps a name?"

"I head him yell Ana twice. That's it. "

"Interesting." Flynn said softly. "How about Grey? Did he holler out anything?"

"Mr Grey was the most verbal. Aside from the profanity which was abundant, he called out to Ana, begging her to come back. He mentioned Taylor repeatedly, again calling him, asking for his help."

"Anyone else?"

"No, but there was another dream later where all he kept saying is no. He didn't say anything else, just no. "

Flynn thought it over. All three patients had nightmares involving Ana. Interesting."

"Thank you, Welch. I appreciate your input. How are you holding up?"

Welch groaned. "Taylor better heal fast and get his ass back in gear. I can deal with Grey on the phone but in person, 24/7, lets just say its not my forte." He said with a sly grin. "Seriously, when you consider how many years he's been with Grey, and that up to now, they always got along, its mind boggling. "

"Don't worry, Welch. We'll get those two back where they belong. Have faith."

Both men stood and returned to the Great Room. Flynn made eye contact with each man and smiled, "Who's first?" He asked. No one responded. "Come on guys, I don't bite. " Flynn caught the tiniest nod towards Sawyer. Taylor nodded back and looked at Sawyer. He stared hard at him, waiting for him to look up. Finally he did, saw Taylor's glare, and swore under his breath. He looked at Flynn and started to stand. "Looks like you're stuck with me, Doc. "

"That will be fine, Luke. We're using your study, is that correct, Christian?"

Christian nodded and Flynn and Sawyer disappeared into the study."

"So can I call you Luke? And you can call me John. " Flynn offered, extending his hand.

"Now is there anything you would like to talk about? Anything at all? Everything you say in here is confidential. I can't and I won't divulge it to anyone. "

"I suppose you're here because I've been in some deadly situations recently."

"That's right, Luke. I am sure you were faced with more life and death decisions in the last few days than most men are in a lifetime. It would be extraordinary if you are not suffering some kind of reaction."

"Sorry to disappoint, Doc, but I am a professional. Feelings don't get into it. I am trained to evaluate the situation and react. They were all do or die situations. "

"I understand, Luke. How is the pain and nausea ?"

"Getting better everyday. "

"And your sleeping?"

"I'm fine, Doc. I get my eight hours plus some. "

"I understand you been having nightmares. "

"Who the fuck told you that?"

"It doesn't matter who told me. Would you like to discuss them?"

"Hell, no. They're private. And they're not nightmares, they are more like vivid dreams. At least most of them. "

"That's fine, Luke. Is there one dream that stands out?" Flynn asked as he watches Luke twist in his seat, staring down at his hands, debating whether or not to answer.

"There is one dream that bothers me. I don't understand it."

"Why don't you tell me about it Luke."

"It's about when I shot Elena. I'm on the staircase behind them, my gun out, and call to her. from the back, its definitely Elena, the blond hair, everything. Then she turns and its Ana. She raises her gun and I call out 'Ana!' But she fires anyway and I wake up "

"What do you think that means, Luke?"

"I'm a bodyguard, not a shrink. I have no idea what it means."

"This isn't a test, Luke. There are no wrong answers. "

Luke shrugged his shoulders and looked away.

"Tell me, Luke, do you have feelings for Ana? It would perfectly normal if you did."

Luke paled, grabbed his head as if in pain, then jumped up, stuck his head in a waste basket and threw up his lunch. Flynn offered him some tissues, which he accepted and a bottle of water, which he refused.

"I'm sorry, Doc. I don't feel good. I need to lay down. "

"Of course, Luke. Feel better. We can speak more tomorrow. "

Luke nodded and left.

Taylor and Grey watched a pale, trembling Luke leave Grey's study. Then they watched Flynn walk out carrying a the plastic liner from a waste basket that was filled with apparent vomit.

"Fuck! He made him vomit! Shit. Did he ever make you vomit sir?"

"Relax, Taylor. It was probably related to his concussion. "

"Sir, please, did you ever vomit with him?"

Grey considered the countless times he had upchucked into the black cylindrical container with the black plastic liner. If Taylor ever knew, he'd be tossing his cookies right now. He looked over at Taylor and watched his hopeful expression change.

"Oh, fuck, you did. You threw up with him?"

"Not with him, Taylor; more like in front of him."

"Shit. Good thing you're going next. "

"I am going last Taylor. You guys are going to wear him out for me. "

"It doesn't matter what either one of us wants. He is going to make you go next. All I ask is you please don't puke ."

"You're going next Taylor and as far as I am concerned you can vomit as much as you like ."

Flynn started walking back to the study with a mug of tea. He looked at both men and said simply,"Christian, you're next "

Grey stood and glared at Taylor. Taylor smirked and as Grey was about to enter the study, called out,"Remember, no puking!" Then he laughed as Grey slammed the door shut.

Grey sat down on the sofa and relaxed. Speaking with John Flynn was as much a part of his normal routine as brushing his teeth.

"Christian." He greeted Grey.

"John." Grey returned.

"You seem to be getting on better with Taylor. "

"We're both trying. "

"Have you talked any more with him?"

"No. He's been too medicated. "

"He seemed pretty lucid right now. "

"Yes he does. "

"Well, than what I'd like to do is have a joint session with both of you and discuss some the difficult subjects that you're both avoiding. "

"Uh, I'm not so sure either one of us are up for that. "

Flynn just smiled and went out to wheel Taylor in. When Taylor realized what Flynn had in mind, he started to protest. Flynn laid a hand on his good shoulder. It has to be done Jason. You're both suffering. Taylor dreaded this. He didn't want to hurt Grey. He felt his eyes tear up and slumped down in the chair. He didn't want Grey to know, he didn't want Flynn to know, he didn't want anyone to know about him and Ana.