A/N: I want to let everyone know I haven't, again, abandoned my story. Life has gotten in the way a bit. I looked at the comments and have one of my own. For those who feel as though the posts are too far between or that, even though the post are fast enough, the story is too slow, it's unfortunate you feel that way. For anyone else who feels like hanging around, you're more than welcome.

Also, one person wrote that straying from the original work wasn't a bad thing. Thank you. The idea of making changes was causing a dilemma for me because, while the gist of this story is the same, the new one has a bit of a twist. If you like things so far and you're an OG, I think you'll like this version.

All that said, reach back in your memory and think about the plane ride from Seattle to Taipei. Christian got an outrageous email from Kate, which led to her receiving a call from Elliott. Yeah, you remember. I've learned, for each side of a scene (I like that word) I have to write both sides then choose which one to present and which one to ditch. Here's what else was going on.

Elliott's Problem Not Mine

CHRISTIAN

I'm not gonna address this bitch. She's Elliott's problem not mine. I know Ana had nothing to do with this piece of shit threat. If Kate wants to play, I'm game. What she forgot was to know her opponent.

From: Christian Grey

Date: November 04, 2011 at 8:52 AM PDT

Subject: FYI

To: Elliott Grey

Begin forwarded message:

Friday, November 04, 2011 8:47 AM PDT

To: Christian Grey

Subject: How Could You?

From: Katherine Kavanagh

Shithead!

You selfish, son of a bitch! Where the fuck are you? You couldn't even offer to take Ana with you? ! I knew you were bad news, but this is a whole new level of asshole.

You've got more money than twelve countries can print at any one time. Why the fuck do you need more?! It's a pitiful excuse to jet set around the world instead of standing by your fiancée and supporting her life goals. Simply because you can't control her you tuck tail and run? Coward!

Get your ass back here pronto, you spineless clown, before a real man takes your place.

FUCK YOU GREY!

Kate

ELLIOTT

I read the message on my phone a dozen times. It had to be a joke or a misunderstanding or something. I know Kate and Christian will never be besties, but what the fuck am I reading? Why would she send something like this to my brother?

I told her a few weeks ago to stay out of Christian and Ana's relationship. Only a heartless ogre would miss the fact they're having problems, but until either of them come to me, it's none of my fucking business. Nor is it Kate's.

I look at my watch. She's still home.

Ring...Ring...Ring...

"Come on. Come on dammit." I end the call before it goes to voicemail. I'm not leaving any messages and I'm not playing phone tag over this shit.

I dial again. This time she picks up, then I hear "THATMOTHERFUCKINGRATBASTARD!"

Yep. She really sent it. "KATE! KATHERINE FUCKING KAVANAUGH ANSWER ME!" All's quiet for about 3 seconds.

"Elliott...". Quiet as a church mouse now huh blondie?

"Why did you do it Kate? Why in the fuck did you send that bullshit to my brother Kate?

"Baby, he has to be held responsi..."

"Like you hold that prick you call Daddy responsible for whoring around and printing garbage about my family, me included? Or how about Mommy Dearest? Do you hold her responsible for being drunk 27 out of 24 hours and licking the pool boys balls on someone's cellphone candid camera? Oh, I know. You mean like holding that slimy brother of yours responsible for getting caught in, your car, drunk driving with a dime sack of cocaine in his pocket. Are you policing them or just my brother?".

I'm breathing fire. How can she profess to love me then attack my brother? She's lucky he sent the fucking thing to me. He's letting me know to handle it before he does. The Kavanaugh's won't have a pot to piss in or a window to throw it out if Christian goes on the warpath.

SLAM! I hear the trailer door fly open then slam shut. That's right, get the fuck outta my office. They're late! An inspector will be here soon to sign off on a job those fuckers better have done right.

"Why the fuck are you picking on my brother?" Kate's not demure and she's definitely not intimidated, even by me yelling, so she better speak the fuck up. Quick. "ANSWER ME!"

"I'm not picki..."

"BULLSHIT! That's exactly what you're doing and I told you before it's not your fucking job to speak for Ana. "

"I know what you said, bu..."

"She gotten this far in life using her own voice, I'm sure she hasn't forgot how to do it, especially when she's speaking to the man she fucks!"

"…Baby, you should've seen..."

"Katherine, when it comes to the last name Grey, you're only concern is me. Period. You've got no other focus."

"...She looked so..."

"Do you remember what I told you during your stream of consciousness rant about my brother?" I know she remembers, hell Ana was in the next room I'm sure she remembers. "DO YOU?!"

"Yes. I remember."

I lower my voice, to the infamous Carrick Grey whisper, "Stay the fuck out of their relationship Katherine. Do you fucking understand me?"

"Ok. Hey, are we still on..."

I end the call.

FOOTNOTE

Mommie Dearest, published in 1978, is a memoir and exposé written by Christina Crawford, the adopted daughter of Academy Award winning actress Joan Crawford