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Just Incase You Forgot What You Are Reading (Do not be shy, I forget all of the time):
What if Christian got a girl pregnant when he was just eighteen? What would happen when Christian finds out about the child? What would Ana and the rest of the Grey's think when the child becomes a target after seventeen years of not knowing the truth? What would happen when everything just... spirals out of control?
Chapter 11: It's OK To Cry Every Once In A While
Yes. She could forgive him, she could forget all of his mistakes, she could trust him again.
She very well could.
You can, but I guarantee that he will just cheat again! Her conscience shouted.
Oh, please, every man makes a mistake. His is just a rather large mistake. Her inner goddess chided.
Once a cheater, always a cheater! Her conscience huffed.
That means absolutely nothing! Inner goddess fought back.
Nicolette hit her head with the palm of her hand- the one without the cast.
"Dear lord, why is this so hard?" Nicolette murmured. She looked at the time, 12:02, crap. She was going to be late. Since lunch with her mom and dad (that's what she started calling Ana and Christian, much to their pleasure) had been canceled the day of her emergency surgery, it had been rescheduled for today. Nicolette quickly grabbed her grey converse to go with her white jeans and grey Paris shirt, she pulled her copper hair into a rolled bun that followed the curve of the bottom of her head with some of her bangs falling out of the bun. She quickly put on some mascara and grabbed her cross chest Coach purse, before rushing out of the house with Ryan and Peters (who was her secondary security guard of the day).
Thirty minutes later Ryan is dropping Peters and her off at the front door telling them to wait in the lobby.
Only for Peters to shout, "Oh shit!" and run off, halfway through the lobby. Leaving Nicolette alone in the lobby of Grey House.
Ok, stay calm, you don't actually need the baby sitters. A grown man nearly shoved Nicolette to the ground in a hurry to reach a desk. Ok, yes, yes I do need the baby sitters. What do I do? Nicolette looked at the doors that surrounded the walls. Crap, crap, crap. Taylor. I should call Taylor. Nicolette grabbed her phone and quickly scrolled through her contacts. Nicolette found his name and quickly pressed the call button.
Four rings.
"Taylor." He obviously didn't check caller ID.
"Taylor its me, Nicolette. Ryan is still parking the car and Peters just ran off, I don't know where he is and-" Nicolette was cut off as another grown man didn't pay attention to where he was walking and ran into her cast, causing Nicolette to yelp in pain and step backwards. Oh why was everything so busy down here?
"Nicolette where are you?" Taylor demanded.
"Downstairs in the lobby." Nicolette answered.
"Ok, go stand by the secretary named Giselle. I will be there in just a second. Don't talk to anyone. You understand?" Taylor asked.
"Yeah, hurry. These jerks don't know how to watch where they are walking."
The call ended and Nicolette quickly found Giselle and patiently stood by her desk.
"Can I help you sweetheart?" Giselle asked. Nicolette shook her head.
"Look, kid, you can't loiter around in here waiting to get a peek of Mr. Grey." Giselle hissed. Nicolette pretended to not hear her and looked around for Taylor's large figure.
"Kid. I'm talking to you and I know you can here me. Leave before I call security." Giselle ordered.
"There's no need for security, Giselle. This is Nicolette, Mr. Grey's daughter. I was sent for her." This man was not Taylor, at all. Considering he was about fifty years older and hundred times uglier.
"C'mon Nicolette we wouldn't want to keep your dad waiting." The man said, holding his hand out for Nicolette to grab.
"No thank you. I'll wait for Taylor." Nicolette said, despite Taylor telling her to not talk to anyone.
"C'mon kid, your dad wants ya." The man groaned.
"Sir, my dad told me that he would only send security men that I recognize after me, and I do not recognize you. Therefore I will go nowhere with you." Nicolette hissed, hoping the dumb- obviously fake red head- secretary would catch on and call the damn security people.
"Yes you do. We met last night." The man said again, trying to urge her to come with him.
"No we didn't. I sat in my room watching Flubber last night, I was not out meeting creepy old people." Nicolette glared. Out of the corner of her eye she spotted Taylor walking towards her.
Unfortunately she wasn't the only one that spotted him. The man let a curse slip between his lips and ran off. Taylor seemed to alert several other security people, before reaching her. Nicolette watched as five men ran after the strangely fast old man- none of which were close to catching him.
Taylor instantly held Nicolette by her cheeks, searching her body with his eyes for signs of trauma.
"Are you OK? Did he hurt you in any way?" Taylor asked quickly.
"No, he didn't touch me. Who is he?" Nicolette asked. Taylor grabbed Nicolette's good hand and practically drug her through the lobby and into the elevator where her father was waiting for her in front of the elevator doors ten stories up- panicking.
"Are you OK?" Christian asked as he pulled his daughter into his arms.
"I'm fine. He didn't touch me. He just tried to convince me that Taylor sent for me. Too bad I'm nearly seventeen and not seven." Nicolette mumbled as she was pressed against Christian's expensive suit.
"You sure you're OK?" Christian asked once again, Nicolette nodded and looked around. The walls were a soft toned color that she could not try to name, and there were two desks in front of a hall that led to a door that probably closed her father's office off from the rest of the world. Two ladies were standing behind their desks and looking at her with worried eyes. Both of which were blonde.
"Dad, who was that man?" Nicolette asked.
"Someone who wants to take you away from me, he's one of those desperate and brave guys I was talking about Sunday." Christian answered, only half lying. He wasn't going to tell her about the whole, serial kidnapper, rapier, and murder part.
That would freak her out.
"People like that are why I will keep security on you and your mother. Speaking of security where the hell were they?" Christian demanded, Nicolette didn't answer knowing that her father was now talking to Taylor and not her.
"She called me three minutes before this happened saying that Ryan dropped her and Peters off to park some where and Peters ran off after not being in the building for two seconds. I told her to go to Giselle and not talk to anyone- unfortunately she actually had to tell the man off, before Giselle buzzed for security realizing that Nicolette knew this man should not be near her." Taylor answered.
"God. I need Peters fired, this was too close for comfort. She's only been in the public eye for what four to five days. Give Ryan a warning- I know he was parking the car, but he should have known better than to just leave Nicolette with one guard." Christian ordered. Taylor nodded.
"I was going to suggest that anyway, sir. The dumbass can shit his pants for all I care, but she doesn't get left alone." Taylor muttered something under his breath, that Nicolette couldn't hear.
"You sure you're OK?" Christian asked.
"For the last time dad, he didn't touch me. I'm perfectly fine. It was creepy that's all." Nicolette sighed. Christian nodded.
"Nicolette, these are my assistants Roz and Andrea. Ladies, my daughter Nicolette." Christian gestured to both women who smiled at the seventeen year old.
"Do you want something to drink sweetheart?" Roz asked.
"No thank you. Dad, when is mom going to be here?" Nicolette asked, as Christian led her down the hall and to his office, Taylor stepping into his office, which could be entered through a door in the hallway.
"Soon, I wanted the man gone before she came through the lobby." Christian answered. He sat down at his desk and watched as his daughter sat in the chair with her legs thrown over one chair arm and her back resting against the other. She had her phone out and was texting someone.
"Talking to Max?" Christian asked.
"No. We haven't really talked since the night we left Haven." Nicolette sighed.
"Why not?" Christian asked.
"You tell me. I've called him three times today, and only got an answer when I finally got worried enough to call Joseph." Nicolette shook her head. Christian gave his daughter a small reassuring smile. While on the inside he was fist pumping and dancing. His daughter wasn't going to be sneaking off with the little bastard when he's sleeping while she's mad at him.
Ten minutes pass, and Christian gets a few documents read and signed and has put a couple more to the side to re-examine. While Nicolette has been texting Oliver, who has been sending her the most random Jack Sparrow memes, ever since she accidently let it slip that she though that she and Max were in one of those silent fights, in a successful attempt to cheer her up.
Two more minutes pass when Ana rushes inside the office and throws her arms around a still relaxing Nicolette.
"Oh my gosh, are you OK? Its all over the news that someone tried to kidnap you." Ana gushed.
"Mom, relax. I'm fine. He didn't even touch me." Nicolette shrugged.
Her phone buzzed.
Just watched the news. Are you OK?- Oliver
Yeah. He didn't even touch me, just tried to convince me that the Head of Security sent for me.- Nicolette.
Ana caught a glimpse of the name.
"Oliver. Who's Oliver?" Ana asked, Christian's head shot up. She was texting a boy... In my office and I didn't know. Christian thought.
"He was the, med student that is shadowing at Seattle Grace right now. He walked into my room accidently and now we're friends. Kind of. He offered to show me around Seattle tomorrow if that's OK with you guys." Nicolette said.
"No." Christian said, at the same time Ana said, "Yes."
"Can I go with mom's answer?" Nicolette asked.
"No. You nearly got kidnapped this afternoon, and you want to go out and about again? I don't think so." Christian argued.
"And its all over the news that someone tried to kidnap me, all of the kidnappers in Seattle will think that security will be tightened and won't bother to go near me for a few weeks. It is too risky for them." Nicolette shot back.
Christian sighed, Nicolette's argument was valid.
"Can I go if we re-schedule it? For like two weeks or so?" Nicolette asked, hope glinting in her bright green eyes. Christian looked between Ana and Nicolette, both were looking at him like he ate all of their Halloween candy, with their big sad eyes and pouting.
"God dammit. Yes, but you will take at least four security guards with you." Ana grinned as Nicolette said yes. And ran around Christian's desk to hug him. When Nicolette walked back around the desk to text Oliver the revised plan for their 'outing', when realization dawned on Christian and Ana.
Nicolette had touched his chest, and he didn't even flinch, but had actually hugged back. Something not even his mom could do.