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Important-ish: Now there will be as little talk about the medicines as possible, but there will be a few conversations about them later. And this chapter is really short, but I swear that the next chapter will be a lot longer... probably by 2,000 or so words.

Chapter 21: I Don't Know What That Is

Four Days After Returning To Seattle

Drew Reynolds leaned back in the security office's wheelie chair while keeping his eyes focused on the screen in front of him. The screen he was looking at showed the one and only Nicolette Anne Grey sleeping semi-peacefully in her bed. The only worry that marred her face was her furrowed brow and frown that made her seem older than what she really was.

Reynolds knew that Strong and Ryan beat themselves to bits the three months she was gone. They were the only ones in the car with her and supposed to protect her. Both were very surprised when Christian wouldn't fire them. Declaring that he knew if they were conscious, they would have kept his daughter safe. Taylor wasn't angry with them either, figuring the same.

There was a knock on the door, Reynolds looked up to see Taylor's fiancé, Gail.

"What can I do for you ma'am?" Reynolds asked, a smile playing on his face.

"You can eat the sandwich I made, drink the coffee I'm offering and watch the girl we all missed." Gail smiled placing the two objects onto the desk in front of him.

"Damn, if T didn't already have you and I wasn't so afraid of losing my job, I would so be hitting on you right now." Reynolds joked, Gail laughed and shook her head.

"Keep a good eye on her tonight." Gail grinned.

"Yes, ma'am." Just as the words passed his lips a scream came through the speakers, causing both adults to jump. Reynolds quickly grabbed his gun only to place it back on the desk and hurry towards the door of the office.

"Well?" Gail asked.

"Nicolette. Nightmare." Reynolds offered, Gail nodded and matched his pace.

"I'll warm up some milk." Reynolds and Gail separated at the kitchen, where Gail shooed off the other security guys who woke up to the scream over the audio system in their quarters. Reynolds could briefly hear Gail arguing with Taylor.

"Nicolette needs our help." Taylor.

"Nicolette is having a nightmare and needs her parents, now go back to bed, Christian will probably be irritable tomorrow now." Reynolds shook his head knowing that Gail probably won that.

Reynolds quickly knocked and entered his boss' bedroom.

"Sir? Ma'am?" Reynolds said loudly so both woke up. Christian glared at Reynolds as Ana rubbed her eyes.

"How can we help you at this time of night?" Christian asked heatedly.

"Nicolette's having a night-" Reynolds didn't even get to finish the word 'nightmare' before both parents were out the door and running towards their daughter's room.

By the time Reynolds arrived back at the security's office Christian and Ana had woken Nicolette up from her drug induced sleep and the seventeen year old was in the middle of half sobbing and half hyperventilating.

"C'mon sweetheart, that's it. In and out. Deep breaths." Ana cooed. Christian reached over to his daughter's nightstand to call for Gail- who appeared at the door with a glass of warm milk.

"Sir." Gail grinned setting the cup on the nightstand and gave the parents an encouraging smile before leaving the room. Christian held Nicolette as she drank the milk and
Ana patted and rubbed her back.

Reynolds watched as the girl's sobs turned to cries, the cries turn to whimpering, the whimpering turn to soft hiccups before she fell asleep again. He continued watching as Christian kept holding his daughter, and pulled the blanket over the two of them and as Ana climbed into the bed and snuggled around her daughter as well.

Reynolds grinned lightly as he watched his boss and his boss' wife fall asleep protecting their daughter from her nightmares.

000...000...000 The Next Morning...000 It's a Tuesday..

Nicolette groaned as she laid her face in her arms. The lawyer that had been assigned to her kidnapper had been dropped and a new- more vicious- lawyer had taken his place. Evidently Jaxon Logan's family didn't believe that their son could actually do something wrong and had hired their best friend to defend their son. Marcus Haddock, the second best lawyer in the Seattle area, the first best being her grandfather Carrick Grey.

The police officers were asking her stupid questions and she was giving them as many answers as she could as her mother sat on her right and her father on her left. Each parent held one of her hands.

"Nicolette, could you give me the name of the first hotel you stayed in?" Officer number one asked.

"No, I was blindfolded the entire time."

"Nicolette, could you give the name of the type of first car you were in?" Officer number two asked.

"No, as I said I was blindfolded. I don't know anything up until Calescent." Ana squeezed her hand as she said this.

"Alright," Officer number three huffed. "Do you know any of his work friends, names, nicknames, descriptions?" Officer number three asked.

"I know Mr. Tom Hanks, he often complained about a, um, Sadie Cullens." Nicolette answered.

"When you say he do you mean Mr. Hanks or Mr. Logan?" Officer number two asked.

"Mr. Logan- I'm sorry, I'm never knew his name until he was identified by the police." Nicolette answered.

"Two more questions and then I believe we are done for the day, ma'am." Officer number one asked.

"Ok."

"Do you remember why Mr. Logan complained about Ms. Cullens?" Officer number one asked.

"Said she flirted with him too much. That I was the only girl he'd ever need." Nicolette answered hesitantly. Christian squeezed her hand this time.

"Thank you, and what did Mr. Logan have you refer to him as while you were with him?" Officer number two asked.

"Sir or master." Nicolette answered, both parents squeezed. The officers shared a look.

"Would one more question be alright ma'am?" Officer number three asked, Nicolette looked at both of her parents.

"If you are up to it, Nikks." Christian shrugged.

"Yeah, it'd be fine." Nicolette asked.

"Would you consider the, um- aw shit- sexual experiences with this man to be BDSM-ish?" Officer number one asked. Ana and Christian froze.

"I don't know what that is." Nicolette said.

"Um. Dear lord, I am going to scar you for life. If you were good, you were rewarded; if you were bad, you were punished. Mr. Logan, controlled every aspect of your day. Your pain often got him off." Officer number two and three flinched at officer number one's words.

Nicolette closed her eyes and thought back to the things he often used to get him ready to fuck her.

"Yeah, I guess. I'd never experienced that before and believe me I am not going down that road again. But I guess you could call it that, though it's all about one's definition of the object." Nicolette flinched at her own words.

Christian and Ana silently thanked any and every god out there, that their little girl would never experience it again.

"Be sure that you don't. Have a wonderful day. Miss Grey, Mrs. Grey, Mr. Grey." Officer number three said as officers one and two said good bye to Nicolette and her parents before leaving the Great Room.