Christian's POV

"Yes, Ros, handle it. I am not going to be in for the rest of the week. I am needed at the hospital. No, I am fine. No, not a family member… Just drop it. I am needed at the hospital and I am not going to be answering my phone. Send me an email and call Taylor if it is that important. But I am not coming in and I know you can do this as well as me. Good…. Excellent. Fine, I'll see you next week."

"Taylor, while I'm getting ready for dinner, I need you to go down to Cartier and pick up the order I have just sent through and then pick up a couple of bottles of Henschke Hill of Grace Shiraz and when you get back, we have to go through Welch's report of his findings from today, have you read it yet?"

"The last one I saw was from 2pm so I haven't seen the last two that should have been in by now" Taylor responds "ok, we'll deal with that when you are back, just drop me off here at the front, it'll be quicker for you."

"With all due respect Sir, I don't want quicker if I can't have you safe, with all that's going on at the moment, I am seeing you into the private lift or you're staying in the car with me." Hmm, well apparently lack of sleep isn't working for Taylor either, so I just quirk my eyebrow at him and we drive into the car park, I have a feeling we're all going to be jumping at shadows for a while.

"Mrs Jones, how are you? I am so sorry for what happened yesterday?" and when she looks so surprised I realise that I have probably never asked about her personally before and she stammers, that she is fine and wants to know how Ana is feeling. I say "She's doing better today although she won't take the pain relief and is in more pain than she should be in" and it's like I physically feel Ana's pain because I can't help but wince a little.

Gail does impassive with the best of them but I see a hint of something cross her face and then she asks "Is she allowed to eat anything other than hospital food yet? Perhaps once you know I can make her some soup or some cake to help take her mind off of where she is, something perhaps her mother might have made for her to make her feel less alone?"

I almost snort, the concept that Carla might have ever cooked something for Ana or cared for her in any way seems remote from the small number of interactions I have seen between them and Welch's investigations.

"Could I ask you to bake a chocolate cake please? Do you think you will have time? Taylor and I should be leaving around 5pm and I would like to take it to my mother's tonight, we can have it with coffee and if she says it is ok for Ana, we can bring some for her, I'm sure she would appreciate it."

With that I turn and walk to my bedroom and as I open the door, I take in the view and the thought comes to my mind, I wonder what Ana would think of this, would she like it, would she like my apartment, would she even like me if I hadn't been there the last two days. Maybe she is just grateful and once she is fine, she'll be out of here like a shot and I suddenly have to fight the urge to jump into my Audi R8 and get back to her. Get back to her and make sure she's real and that the kiss we shared was as intense as it felt for me. Oh good lord, what is she doing to me, I need to have a shower to get myself back under control, but the thought of her soft lips especially after she had been crying, the little v on her forehead when she frowns oh, her lips on my ear and her tongue….

Shower, that's right, I'm having a shower, with as many jets on pulse as possible. I need the water as cold as bearable to shock me out of my thoughts and some music to bring me to some other place not inhabited by soft flowing mahogany hair, brilliant blue eyes and soft luscious lips… oh shit, and we're back to Anastasia inhabiting my shower. She could be enjoying the 8 master massage jets on her back while the rainfall showerhead is plastering her hair over her breasts and she is sitting on the recessed stool level with….Oh My God! She is not here. I know nothing about her. I know nothing about what she would do in my life let alone in my shower. I really need to get a grip…. A grip, she could have her hand on my… Again, which fricken head are you thinking with Grey? I have to finish the shower before I drive myself even more crazy than I apparently am, I have never fantasised about a woman in my shower before. I fuck them in the playroom and they go and I have a shower. What is this girl doing to me?

Tomorrow I am not leaving the hospital until I understand her some more, I have no idea what normal people do to get to know someone, it has always been easier to keep people at arm's length but since she is in a position that she can't run away, I guess I have a fair chance of not stuffing it up too much and I should be able to find out all about her – well what I don't already know from the back ground checks but I'd like her to tell me what her experiences of those things were. I wonder whether she will tell me, she doesn't seem like an over-sharer like Mia so it might take more work. I wonder what she is doing now… gah, there I go again, I've never wondered what anyone else is doing – they're either doing something I asked them to do or I don't care. My head is starting to hurt!

I check my phone and see from earlier:
Security Update Hospital: Ray Steele has arrived. BabyBlue: Happy

Ha, I think, that's funny, security have given Ana the code name of BabyBlue, well, that works and isn't disrespectful and then my breath hitches in my throat at the next message as it comes in.

Security Update Hospital:
Carla Adams has arrived.
BabyBlue: Unhappy tears
BlondeBomb: Angry
BigBro: Left room ropeable

And on cue the phone rings, it is Elliot and he doesn't even wait for me to speak "Who the fuck does Ana's mom think she is? I don't know Ana from a bar of soap and you know her marginally better but from what Kate tells me, she is a good kid. Seriously her fucking mother just walked in barely said hello to her and told her.." and his phone cuts out. Seriously what is wrong with the telecommunications network around Seattle, GEH has a whole market waiting for us to tackle that should make us very rich if we can fix this ridiculousness of lost calls and I need to know what Elliot was about to say as I have never heard him this angry.

Of course I am calling him as he is calling me and we both end up leaving messages so I text him to stop calling and I'll call him back and this takes time and I am completely pissed by the time I get to say "What the fuck did she say?"

"She said without caring that Ray or Kate or I were in the room and I quote "Ana, you have the best opportunity to make something of yourself, make sure you screw him as fast as you can, give him your v-card if you still have it, you were real cutesy about not giving it up at 15, actually have you given it up since?" and as I growl at the inappropriateness of her statement, Elliot continues with "She said "Give him whatever he wants and you'll get whatever you want, you can share it around and it will make all this having to come in here to see you worthwhile" and you could tell she couldn't care less about Ana, the poor girl was mortified and shattered to say the least. Ray looked like he wanted to kill her and Kate jumped in and told her to shut up and leave Ana alone. Man, I couldn't believe how awful she was, I know it's wrong to hit a woman and I have never done so but today, so close, so fucking close. Lucky you weren't here little bro." I am so angry I can't even speak. "You still there little bro."

I grunt to let him know I am still here and I groan and say "Fuck I thought I was doing the right thing bringing her here for Ana, how the hell was I to know she was such an awful person. Why would a mother do that to their daughter, especially someone like Ana? I wonder if I should just put her on a flight back to Las Vegas or Georgia, preferably Georgia. Fuck, I should never have brought her here in the first place. When I do and I guess I need to ask Ana, I think it'll be in coach and I'll ask for the seat near the toilet."

I can't believe it, I had a screwed up birth mother but that was only for 4 years and I was a baby that didn't understand too much. It seems like Ana's had the one person who should have been there her whole life ruining things for her at every turn, maybe she's a few shades of fucked up as well, if she isn't she is a miracle. Distressingly then a portion of the conversation comes back to me and I consider, hmm, I wonder if she still has her v-card, she's gorgeous and she's nearly 22, I very much doubt it – oh god, I'm as bad as Carla, what the hell am I doing thinking about that?.

"What's happening now? Shall I just come back down?," I ask and Elliot says that Carla has been relegated to the corner playing on the iPad and ignoring Ana. Ray is talking to Ana and Kate and Ana is looking calmer and not to come earlier because Kate wants to stay until we go, so a bit longer would be good and then Ray and Carla can stay until the end of visiting hours. I tell him to make sure Carla doesn't walk out with the iPad and he snorts and says he'll make sure of it.

So I disconnect and as I turn to go to my office to have a look at Welch's reports, Taylor appears so we walk together and I tell him what Elliot just said and ask him to put a tail on Carla, there's something about that woman that disturbs me. My suspicions are heightened when I open up Welch's reports and I see that Stephen Morton is now residing in Seattle again, I thought I'd made it clear that he wasn't to set foot in Seattle or I'd hand him his ass on a platter.

The next one has me thumping my fist on the table, "What the hell is she playing at? Apparently Elena has called Stephen Morton to her house and from the new tracers put on the property, they have gone into her playroom" that means she is screwing around with him because no-one goes into that room unless they are fucking. The notes say he has been subbing for her for more than 5 years, he has been a bit indiscreet lately and his "disposable" phone was left outside on the bench seat out the back of his house when he was too indisposed from alcohol. The number of texts which have all been traced back to Elena's house is staggering and so many indicate both Stephen and a plaything. I have an awful feeling as to who the plaything is too and just shake my head with disgust – disgust at Elena and even worse disgust at myself. I have maintained contact with a pedophile and worse, entrusted her with all my secrets when she has been involved with the pond scum of society and is in fact by her actions worse than the pond scum herself.

It makes me sick that I was so blind and I need to punch something, Taylor obviously senses this and says "You being injured is not going to help Ana, who will be there for her if you're in hospital too?" and I growl at him and sit back down. If it wasn't so true, I'd be punching him for being so presumptuous but since he really does know me, I need to pull my head in and get on with the security situation.

The alert pings with another email from Welch and we both gasp as we read it. Elena has just appeared at the psych hospital where Cecelia is being held and she is with Stephen Morton. As Stephen Morton is her next of kin, he will be allowed entry subject to the admitting psychiatrist's approval.

I need to get John Flynn on the line and my first call to his cell goes through to voice mail and I curse and leave him a curt message saying that under no circumstances can Stephen Morton and Elena be allowed in to see Cecelia.

I have just hung up when I receive a call back from John "Christian, there is no way I would allow either of those two individuals to have access to Cecelia. I need to see you and I need to seek legal assistance as I have just concluded an interview with Cecelia and I would like to detain these two individuals however without the appropriate legal advice I cannot. I will fob them off and organise for them to return tomorrow when I can be ready for them with all the t's crossed and i's dotted, unfortunately it appears a lot of your suspicions were correct, that is all I will say at the moment. Can I see you later tonight? I don't think I can be out of here until about 9pm can I see you then?"

I feel physically ill and tell him that I will see him as soon as is possible so yes at 9pm and that he will have access to my legal team and my most trusted legal advisor who will ensure confidentiality and I hang up to phone my team to organise it. Taylor in the meantime is speaking to Welch and doubling security so that Elena and Stephen cannot disappear before tomorrow. If there is to be some sort of sting, we need to make sure that they are both there.

My phone pings,
Security Update Hospital:
BabyBlue: Happier
Morticia: In cab to 2070 Southwest Roxbury Street, Seattle that's in White Centre.

Ha, funny association with Addams family, I know it's different spelling but I'll take the code, it makes sense.

"Fuck!" I scream out to Taylor who was leaving the room, "Taylor come back. Carla Adams is on the way to Stephen Morton's address."