A/N thank you for your patience. I struggle with going too far, going over the top. This chapter was no different. My stories tend to run away from me. So please bear with me. Next chapter will be much sooner. I will start on it now. Thank you again for all your support. Enjoy.

Karen

After assuring Christian his CT scan was negative, Grace apologized, explaining she was already late for her shift at Grace Seattle and needed to leave immediately.

Christian thought briefly about calling her out, but decided against it. Hopefully, if she had a little time to consider everything, she would understand that Ana was in his life to stay and make peace with that.

The doctors were very pleased with her progress, especially the return of her memory. If her tests today remained normal, considering the security risks, she would be discharged by the end of the day. She would continue to suffer headaches, nausea and dizziness for an unknown period of time.

Finally, Christian decided to return home, shower, change and grab a meal. Ana would be undergoing tests for most of the day. He looked at Taylor and gave a faint nod and they both headed for the parking garage. Once by the car, Taylor dropped to the ground, checking the undercarriage of the car, then walking around the outside of the car, scanning everything with a practiced eye. Content that everything was as it should be, he stepped back and hit the remote. The doors unlocked and he opened the rear door for Grey. Once inside and belted, he put the key in the ignition. He felt his body tense but turned the key anyway. The engine turned over and Taylor let out a breath he didn't know he had been holding, then started back to Escala.

Walking into the penthouse, Levi was waiting. Grey held up his hand and said simply, "Ten minutes." Moving on without stopping, headed straight for the master bedroom, stripped and stepped in the shower.

Ten minutes later, he asked Levi to meet with him in his office along with Taylor. Levi explained Barney had made great progress. There would be a Security meeting at seven pm where all security matters would be addressed and updated. Levi had found a female security person to assist Sawyer with Ana. She also happened to be an RN.

Taylor's head shot up and he looked like he was going to have a stroke. "No fucking way!"

Grey stared at both men confused, sure he had missed something. "Surely, if she is an RN, "

"No!" Taylor ground out, looking ominously at Levi.

"It is not what you think, my friend. " Levi replied calmly.

"What am I missing here?" Grey asked, his tone annoyed.

Taylor answered in a cold voice as he continued to glare at Levi, "Female RN's are a specialized professional used in wet work when the target is in a hospital setting."

Grey immediately lunged at Levi and Taylor seemed remarkably slow in responding, but finally he managed to put a bear hug on his boss and pull him away.

Levi wiped blood from his lip and glared at Taylor, "You do not even let me explain? She is his sister. "

"Like I am his brother?"

"No, it is Mara. "

Taylor sat abruptly and considered what Levi had told them. "Why?" He asked.

"It is a long story."

"We have time, right boss?" Taylor replied, looking over at Grey who was now back behind his desk.

Her husband was also a high ranking intelligence officer she met through her brother. Three years ago, as he prepared to take their two sons to a soccer game, a car bomb blew up his car along with him, his body guard and both sons.

Mara has not been the same since. She became an RN and offered her services to Mossad. Her brother is reluctant to see her take such a drastic step. He feels she does not have the capacity to take another life willingly and in a premeditated manner.

Mossad believes that Schneiderman was behind her husbands hit. How she found out we are here assisting you, trying to elimate Schneiderman as a threat to you or ours, I do not know. But she is here. She would never harm your wife, Mr Grey. She only seeks vengeance from Schneiderman.

"I need to meet her. "

"Certainly."

"This morning."

"But of course, my friend."

The meeting ended with all three men unhappy and mistrustful. Taylor decided to catch up with Barney and see what kind of cpo Levi had provided him. He climbed the stairs and walked down the hall to the guestroom Barney had commandeered. The door was shut so he knocked. No answer. He knocked again and listened carefully. Still no answer. As his heart began to race, he pulled his gun and slowly turned the door knob, nudging the door open, ever so gently. Barney was hunched over his computer, looking slightly disheveled just like he always looked, except he was not alone. Beside him, hunched over an identical computer was a young girl. Both of them were staring intently at their respective computer screens while their fingers flew over the keyboard tapping out commands furiously.

Taylor stepped into the room, shutting the door with a loud click and shook his head in disbelief that they were still unaware of him. Check that, the girls eyes were on him, or was it his gun? He started to reholster his weapon when he saw her right hand reach down... God knows what instinct made him hit the deck, but as Taylor looked behind at the knife stuck in the door, he was glad he had. As Taylor got to his feet, Barney finally looked up, a day late and a dollar short, as usual. Taylor studied the female. Young? She wasn't young, she was fucking illegal.

"Hi Taylor," Barney greeted, acting as casual as you please.

"Hi, Barney. Who's your friend?"

"Oh, this is Shelley. She is helping me. "

"How old are you, Shelley?"

She stared hard at Taylor, trying to look defiant, but Taylor could see her fear, her doubt and her indecision. Taylor looked gave her his best glare and demanded her name in his roughest snarl. She was a child playing a grown ups game. Despite her swirling emotions, she didn't break down and she didn't kiss ass. He liked her. He turned hia attention back to Barney who was giving him some long winded explanation of their progress. He hadn't asked Barney for an update, so most likely Barney was just trying to draw his attention away from Shelley.

Taylor moved slowly and deliberately to Shelley's side. His voice so soft, it could barely be heard, "How old, Shelley?"

"Th-thirteen," she mumbled.

"I don't think so. Try again, the truth this time. I will know."

A long silence and then Barney saying, "its okay, She'll, you can tell Taylor."

Then a trembly voice whispering, "eleven."