[Hiya, sorry for the long wait, I know, I suck... but I've been busy with school - studying = student dying. haha. but as we Afrikaners say alle grappies op 'n stokkie. I hope you enjoy this Chapter - thank you for all the wonderful reviews I love each and every one of them* Thank you for you're support. I also wanted to let you all know that I have posted a second Fanfic... If you're interested please go have a look at Hide and Seek. please tell me what you think about this chapter and sorry if it's messy. Love you all xx A P.S All Characters belong to Mrs E.L. James and Fifty Shades ... blah blah blah :D]
APOV
I practically run to my room, nearly knocking Samantha over on my way. She yells something after me but I ignore her anyway. I close the door and lock it and move to my bed.
I lift the mattress up and open the secret compartment in the base revealing the industrial laptop, a GPS, my firearm, documents, burner phones and a small steel box.
I take out the laptop and close the compartment and let the mattress fall down.
Once I'm sitting on my bed and logged in on the machine, I start running a scan and five minutes later I have a destination.
The red dot never lies… She's headed to Portland, thirty minutes in.
"Mia, what have you gotten yourself into this time?" I murmur. I shut the laptop, pick the mattress up again and put it away I take the GPS a burner phone and my gun.
I close it again and place the objects on the bed and move to my dresser.
I dress in a black sweatshirt and black pants. Hey, I need to have the spy feel if I'm going to do this. I lace my army boots up and I'm ready for this.
I strap the gun into the gun holster and take the GPS. I leave my real cell phone on the end table and leave the room.
"Where are you off to?" The voice I've come to hate asks from behind me when I reach the end of the hall. I turn around facing Samantha, she's dressed in casual clothes.
"Out," I say and turn away from her and start walking again.
"I hope you know what you're doing Steele." She yells at me, I roll my eyes and enter the kitchen in Grey's apartment and snatch a car key.
I always know what I'm doing.
When I make it to the garage and press the button on the key and smile when the lights of the black Aston Martin Vanquish 2012 flicker.
I walk to the driver's side. I place my hand on the cool metal frame and my hand lingers on the door handle. I hesitate before climbing in, my morals are kicking in. I shake my head and throw the door open: I've got a Grey to catch, I can feel remorse later.
When I sit down in the leather seat, I start the car and oh, what a dream. The sound echoes throughout the garage. When I pull out of the space I see Christian and Taylor crashing through the emergency exit. Sheesh, that was quick.
"ANASTASIA STEELE!" Taylor yells at me when I speed past them. I stop at the gate to tag out of the garage and the stupid damned gate takes its sweet time to open.
"Anastasia, get out of the vehicle!" Taylor yells as he rounds the corner.
"You said you'll let me do this," I shout. That stunned him and he stops in his tracks and Christian bumps into him. He narrows his eyes at me that means business.
"Now let me do my job!" I shout and spin out of the garage. I press the button to close the window.
I've been racing down the highway, sliding past the other cars looking like a moron driving a fancy car. Every now and then I look at the GPS tracker. After two hours I stop in front of a tall building.
Just as I park Mia walks into the building and the taxi drives off.
I shake my head and climb out of the car and lock the doors. I walk past the man yelling at me that I can't park there. He threatens me saying that he will clamp the wheel.
I turn to face him and stalk towards him I grab him by his pinkie finger, I thrust his arm around where I hold his pinkie behind his back bending it over and pin him to the wall.
"Listen, Buddy, this is official business, you will do no such thing. Besides, I won't be gone longer than five minutes." I say next to his ear.
"Ouch, yes sir- I mean ma'am." He says and I let go of him. I run up the stairs and push through the doors just in time too, I guess.
Mia is standing at the receptionist desk with her hand holding on to it tightly. She's facing the elevator. She looks shocked.
"Amelia," the person that I can't see says from behind the vine room divider. She sounds very familiar. Judging by the first things to pop up in my mind, I don't like this mystery person. I walk closer to the divider and see a halo of golden hair, a pair of fake boobs and a lot of Botox.
MIA POV
"Amelia," The voice says from behind me.
Alarms go off in my head and every possible scenario plays off in my mind, creating expectations based on my fear: The person who hides behind his texts. But the bone-chilling voice is one I know, a female voice that I have heard so many times in my life.
I turn on my heel to face her.
Is she the one who I should be meeting here? It can't be.
"Mrs Lincoln," I say.
I step back, leaning against the counter for support. I'm holding onto the wooden desk with my left hand, keeping myself in place so I don't run.
"Miss," she hisses at me.
"Miss Lincoln," I mutter.
"What are you doing here Mia?" she asks me. I could ask you the same.
She walks toward me and plunges out her hand. The back of her hand is up and I want to ask her if she wants me to kiss it.
I give her hand a quick squeeze with mine and let my hand fall back against my leg. I instinctively wipe my hand off on my pencil skirt.
Ever since I knew Elena and we shook hands my hand would be sticky with her moisturiser, which grosses me out.
"Oh, I was in town, so I'm surprising a friend." I smile to make my lie believable.
"Oh," says she. "He's lucky to have you as a friend."
"Uh-huh," I say.
"Do you remember our little chat, Mia?" she asks me. oh, I remember alright!
"Uh, no. I can't seem to recollect a conversation between you and I, was I drunk?" I giggle. Please help me, god!
"Let's have lunch and I'll enlighten you." Says the wicked witch of Seattle.
"Miss Grey," says a second mysterious voice. I turn my head and thank god! It's Anastasia Steele.
"I see your flying monkey is with you as usual," Elena Lincoln says.
"Mia, the car is ready," Anastasia says.
"God, Mia! Haven't I taught you anything?"
"Mm?"
"The help, she calls you by your name," Elena says like it's something bad. I turn my face to Ana, who looks at Elena like she's stupid, it's amazing, she isn't afraid of her. She shakes her head and turns to me.
ANA POV
"Let's go," I say turning to face Mia, the Botox Bitch troll (BBT) scoffs.
"Christ, I'll let you know that Christian will hear of this." She shouts.
"Yeah, yeah," I mutter under my breath and walk up to Mia, the receptionist behind her looks confused.
"Come, Mia, let's get out of here," I say pulling her by her arm and storm out of the building.
"How did you know where I was?" Mia mutters as we walk off the stairs
"Less talk more walk," I say through my teeth. Mia pulls her arm out of my tight hold and walks past me. Brat.
"Mia, what the hell were you thinking sneaking off like this, again?" I shout at her as she stomps away from me.
"Did you follow me?" she yells.
"No, if I knew that you were up to something you would've been tied to a fucking chair," I say in a tight voice and walk pass her to lead her to the car.
"Does my brother know you have his car?" she stands with her hands on her hips examining the beauty.
"Yep," I say with a pop.
I climb into the car and start it waiting for her majesty to climb in.
"If you didn't follow me, how did you know where I was?" she asks me as she shuts the door behind her.
"I know everything, Mia," I say and turn onto the pavement. "It'll do you good to remember that," I say and speed up when I hit the street.
"Who did you plan to meet here?" I ask her when she falls silent for too long.
"How did you know?" she whispers.
"Told you I know everything," I say
"I can't tell you who I was meeting." she says.
"Mia, what you're doing is dangerous," I tell her, I hold on to the steering wheel tighter and floor the gas.
"Jesus, just don't kill us!" Mia shouts holding onto her seatbelt.
She leans over and pick up the GPS tracker and look my way.
"I can't believe you." She mutters.
"You traced me?" she asks in disbelieve.
"You left me no choice."
"How?"
"What do you mean?"
"How are you tracking me? It's violation." She shouts.
Flashback
APOV
"Mia," I say shoving her.
She's out cold. I sigh and unbuckle her. I bend down and take off the ridiculous shoe's she made me wear and put it next to her on the seat. I lean over her and take her hand and put it over my shoulder.
I pull her out of the car so I don't hit her head against the doorframe which I want to do so dearly. I pull her over my shoulder, thanking my stars that I went to the military because old Lil' Annie wouldn't have been able to do this.
When I get her thoroughly out of the car and her dead weight on my shoulder I kick the back door shut and walk up the path to the door, and for my obstacle course, I have to climb six steps to the front door.
I put my hand on the door knob and turn it, it's locked. I walk back down the stairs and around the house where I lay Mia down on a sun lounger and take her purse I look through it and take out her keys and my cell phone.
I walk up to the back door and unlock them then move back to Mia, once we're inside the house I walk stealthily to her bedroom where I threw her down on the bed.
The petite girl looks peaceful. I pull off her shoes and take off her jacket and put it on the lounge chair in front of her bed.
I look at her and my eyes lands on her earrings it's the pair she always wears, I hope. I sneak over to her and wave my hand close to her face. "Mia," I say, she's out. I softly and slowly take out her earrings. I reach into my pocket fishing out the lip balm holder in my pocket. I open the holder and take out the earring butterflies that I had made. I switch them and put the earring back into her ears. I've got you, Grey.
I pull the cover over her and walk out of the room. I press my back against the closed door and take a deep breath.
"With you Mia, I'm going to have grey hair sooner than I should. Or worse, I'm going to end up bald." I mutter rubbing my face. I push away from the door and make my way downstairs to the kitchen.
"You tapped my phone?" she bellows. How did she know that? I look at her and she's examining her phone.
"You left me no choice."
"I left you no choice?"
"So that means you've gotten every text I've gotten and could listen to the phone calls?" she asks me horrified. I nod.
"Don't worry I didn't pry on the sexting," I say
"What the hell!" she yells. I laugh at her reaction, someone feels guilty. I don't have to look at her to know that she's frowning.
"Is that how you knew about my meeting today?" she whispers.
"Maybe," I say keeping my eyes on the road. The day is turning to night as the sun is setting. My mind wanders back to Christian and my dad. I know that that was the first and the last time that Christian would ever be so nice.
"So you're not so clueless after all," Mia says after a while, breaking the silence I so enjoyed.
"You know about my stalker?" she asks. Turning in her seat.
"Yes." I nod.
"You've seen the threats?" she asks, her voice is soft like she's afraid that the person behind all of this can hear her.
"Yes, I have," I say, looking at her.
"I'm scared, Ana." She says and looks away, she turns in her seat and rests her head against the window.
"I know, but you shouldn't be, I won't let anything happen to you," I say taking her hand and give it a tight squeeze. "I promise," I say and let go of her hand.
"I didn't mean to be such a bitch to you." She says.
"I actually like you, I think you and I could be great friends." She tells me, she's actually smiling at me. Wow, Mia Grey can be nice… who knew?
"I might even like you back," I say and reply her smile with my own.
We drive in a pleasant silence, listening to some music a Debussy CD that Christian had in already. Mia softly ran her hand along the dashboard playing an imaginational piano. When we are close to Seattle I look at her.
"Listen, when we get home, we have to act like nothing has changed between us. I have a cell phone that you can use to contact me and only me with to see how the plan is going." I say.
"Okay," she says with a frown.
"Mia, you can't tell anyone that I know. I think I'm onto something." I murmur.
"Yes, ma'am." She says saluting me like a soldier.
"Nothing has changed between us. When we get to Escala you make up some story that I got you away from your boyfriend or whatever and you hate me for it, throw a hissy fit, I don't care but no one knows the real reason."
"You're not a CPO are you?"
"No,"
"Who do you work for?" she asks me.
"Your brother," I say.
"Oh, private, right?"
"Indeed," I say and nod my head.