CPOV
As we drive along the dark streets of Seattle, my mind is in a fog. I'm nervous but I didn't want Ana to see it. If anything goes wrong tonight, Dad has my newly revised will, giving everyone a share of my company but Ana would get the most as if she were my wife. I plan to make her my wife as soon as possible, but for now I need to focus on the mission. We pull into an alley a few blocks away from the building where sex market is. Dad, Jason, and I get out and see a huge group of men stationed outside of a large FBI SWAT truck. One man steps forward to meet us.
"Mr. Carrick Grey, Mr. Christian Grey, Sgt. Taylor, I'm First Sgt. Bast. I'm the leader of the FBI," he states as he extends his hand out to me.
"It's nice to meet you Sgt. Bast, although I wish we could have met on better terms."
"I agree sir. This is Sgt. Cair and Cpl. Wilks, my second and third in command." Wilks? That sounds familiar somehow.
"Thank you all gentlemen for meeting with us to put an end to this 'business'."
"We're honored to help sir," Sgt. Cair says. Bast pulls out a map of the building and holds it out for us to look at.
"We've spotted windows that should lead us right inside. Once you've gotten Fender distracted, we'll come in behind you and restrain the bodyguard at the entrance. When you move into the holdings and get Fender to say something incriminating, a confession would be best, we'll storm in and release a tear gas canister. We'll then also come in through the windows. When the gas can goes off, get down and protect yourself. It will stun everyone, including you. We don't want to accidentally throw you against a wall thinking you're working with Fender."
"Yeah that would suck." The men let out a chuckle.
"Are you ready sir?"
"Is anyone ever ready for something like this?"
"Never sir," Cpl. Wilks says. We then head off with the FBI following behind us at a safe distance. I put the earpiece in and place my coat over me. Once we're outside the building I turn to my dad and Jason.
"You both know what to do in case I don't return."
"But that won't happen, will it son," Dad says sternly, even though I can hear his anxiety through his voice.
"Nope, not while I have anything to say about it." We embrace before I get out of the car and head into the building.
"Mr. Grey what a pleasant surprise," Charlie says as I come through the metal detector completely clear. "What can I help you with tonight?"
"Well I was thinking of having a drink in the back and looking over the girls you have in holdings."
"Ah very good Mr. Grey. Is that cute little fuck still treating you good?" Don't you dare say anything about my Ana.
"Oh yes, but I'm thinking of getting another, you know for a little girl on girl action. Plus switching out might be a bit of fun too."
"I like your style Mr. Grey. We have a few left. We're planning on moving a few blocks away. I'll write down the address for you."
"Thank you I'd appreciate it." We've entered the back where a lot of women are still in cages or are shackled to walls. A lot of men are walking around talking to or hitting some of the women. We sit at the bar they built where a woman is serving, chained to the wall by her leg.
"What can I get you sir," she asks with her head bowed.
"Gin tonic."
"Make it two Jessica." He pulls out a card and writes the building address on the back. "Here you go Mr. Grey."
"Thank you Charlie." We toast, although in my mind I toast to his capture tonight, before we drink. "You know Charlie, I've always been curious how you got started in this business."
"Oh it's simple. Prostitution is the oldest profession in the world. But men hate sharing really. So I saw it as an opportunity in the long run and get more money off of each girl. Kidnap them and sell them is what I do best. Well fucking them is what I do best. That's what I do Grey; kidnap them, rape them, and break them." Gotcha bastard. I hear a hissing noise and dive to the floor just as the canister explodes. I cover my nose, mouth, and head as the FBI come barreling through the doorway and through the windows. The women are screaming in panic while a lot of the men are cursing. I can't really see but I do spot Charlie being hauled off the floor, kicking and screaming, and being placed into handcuffs. Soon enough the men are arrested and the women are being released from their chains and taken outside to the waiting vans and ambulances to take them to the hospital.
"Christian, you can get up now," Bast says over me. I rise and shake his hand as I watch in wonder as the FBI tear apart an office from out of view. I eventually see my dad come into the room. He rushes to me and we hug once again.
"They just informed me they have paper evidence too. Fender put down who bought the women, who the woman was, and how much was paid. We'll be able to find the others who were taken before this. We sent the rest of the team to the other address to see if anyone was there, but there was no one. We stopped them just in time. You've done it my boy, you shut down Seattle's sex slave market." We embrace once more before we begin to leave. I'm walking when I step on something metallic sounding. I look down and see what looks like a manhole cover.
"Dad what's this?" He comes back and inspects it too.
"It looks like it leads to a tunnel under the building."
"I bet that's how they snuck the women in here without being seen." We grab Wilks and Cair to investigate. Dad takes picture while I lead the way. Within a minute or two, we exit out of the tunnel from a storm grate. Waiting outside of it is a moving truck. Cair and Wilks secure the front but no one is in the driver's seat. We open the back and there stands another twenty women. They cower away to the front of the cargo area.
"Please ladies don't be afraid. The FBI is here to take you all to the hospital and to be returned to your families. Please come forward so we can help you," I encourage. Wilks and Cair show them their badges and slowly, the women come forward and out of the truck.
It's been a long night. I look at my watch and see it's almost five in the morning. After the women were taken to the hospital while the men were hauled to jail, I came in and spoke to all of them. After getting evaluated, they will have a hotel room to spend the night in if they don't need to stay. Some will need to stay overnight in the hospital. Some women were fine so they left after they were checked over. Some were raped and will require rehab to mend broken bones as well as therapy sessions, all which I will provide for. I took their numbers and told them we will be in touch about the men. I have received so many hugs tonight, none that compare to Ana's. Dad and Jason join me as I step away from the hospital, but not before spotting Wilks. I think I finally got the connection between the names.
"Cpl. Wilks." He walks away from the FBI vehicle and comes to stop right in front of me.
"Yes sir?"
"Do you have a sister?"
"I did sir, but she unfortunately passed away giving birth to her daughter."
"Was your sister's name Carla."
"Yes sir."
"And was she married to Raymond Steele?" He looks suspiciously at me.
"Yes sir." I grin as I make the correct connection.
"Your sister's daughter, your niece, is my girlfriend." His jaw hits the ground. Jason and Dad stare at me in disbelief.
"Anastasia, is alive?" I see a tear run down his face. "Oh God she must hate me."
"Why would she hate you? I don't think she knows you even exist." He sits on the sidewalk. I sit next to him.
"I was five years younger than Carla. By the time she and Ray got married, I was overseas serving in the Army. I heard about her death and about Anastasia's birth through our parents. They died some years later. It was just by some coincidence I heard about Ray's death. I thought she died in the car crash with him. I assume she was put up for adoption when he died?"
"No she wasn't."
"I should have came over and helped Ray after Carla died. If I had come back, she wouldn't have been so alone. Maybe Ray would have even survived."
"Come to the apartment tomorrow and see her."
"I better not. She would hate me for never seeing her when she needed someone."
"Come. I bet she would love to hear she has an uncle." I give him the information before we say goodbye to all the members of the FBI team.
We sneak into the apartment and see everyone has made beds on the floor of the living room. Dad crawls next to Mom while Jason lies next to Gail. My heart swells as I hear the lonely piano calling to me. I hear the mournful version of Wishing You Were Somehow Here Again and my eyes water a little. I stand in the doorway and watch her. I wonder how long she has been playing. When did everyone else succumb to sleep? My love for her grows as she plays the last notes with such feeling it's like I'm absorbing her emotions. I walk a little further into the library as the final note comes to an end.
"I told you I'd keep my promise." Her head flies up. She leaps from the seat and jumps into my arms. She doesn't sob but I can feel her tears fall onto my skin. Instead she begins to giggle.
"I knew you would always keep your promises." I cradle her face in my hands and kiss her full lips. It feels like the first kiss we shared the other day but with more emotion than before. I pick her up, grab some blankets and pillows, and we join the family out in the living room, all camping out on the floor. "I love you so much Christian Trevelyan Grey."
"And I love you Anastasia Rose Steele." I indulge in her wonderful lips once more before we find peaceful sleep.