"Ana and I went to New York for her birthday." Christian finally said after ten minutes of complete silence where he merely stared out the window. "It was her birthday on Monday." He added with a sigh.

"Didn't you two meet in New York?" Flynn asked fostering conversation. Though he knew Ana's birthday celebration wasn't the reason Christian requested for a two-hour session.

"Yeah, that is why I thought going to New York would be a nice surprise… and it was. She squealed like a little girl when she saw the New York skyline on our descent." He added with a beaming smile. "She also got rid of Elena." That got Flynn's attention.

"Got rid of Elena?" Flynn inquired knowing Christian didn't simply mean Ana's presence was the reason Elena was no longer in his life.

"Yep, there was an entire operation. Operation Get Rid of the Bitch." Flynn was surprised by Christian's chuckle. "Ana talks in her sleep. Most of the time it's imperceptible, but on Thursday night my father came to see me after Elena's attempts to kill me. We made great inroads in putting a few roadblocks up when it came to Elena defending her actions. I told Ana about it… I was almost out when I heard her mutter 'Operation Get Rid of the Bitch is a success.'"

"I see." Was all Flynn said.

"Believe me you don't and neither did I, I spent most of the night trying to figure out where and when this operation took place. How it happened, who was involved and for the life of me I couldn't figure it out. Eventually, I gave up and fell asleep."

"The kind of man you are won't be satisfied with not knowing. Ask Ana, ask before your mind turns it into something it's not. I would advise you to keep your temper in check." Christian laughed at Flynn's grave look. Yes, John Flynn was scared Christian was going to fall back into old habits if this issue wasn't resolved soon.

"Don't look so worried, I already did." Christian smiled smugly.

"What!?"

"On Friday I suggest we go to dinner, and she tells me what exactly and who was involved. She had me swear an oath on our love never to ask anyone else involved… well, except for José who apparently had been dying to tell me just how brilliant the whole thing was and fuck me it was." Flynn was completely taken aback by Christian's demeanor. He had an almost childlike glee about it.

"Would you believe it started the very day I told Ana about Elena. I had inadvertently mentioned Elena's name while trying to placate Ana about her presence in my life. Her ready acceptance of Elena as long as I kept Elena away from her should have clued me into it. That night Elena turned up at the apartment because I had missed our standing appointment at the Mile High. Taylor let her up just to watch me throw her out. That was him planting the seed into Elena's mind…"

"As to her place in your life." Flynn finished with a look of admiration.

"The next morning when I thought she was leaving she was trying to get Gail to tell her Elena's last name, but Taylor handed her a flash drive with everything he had on Elena."

"Who else was involved?" Flynn situated himself in a more comfortable position.

"Gail, Andrea, José and in the latter stages Franco. When José realized he actually liked him, he was honest with him about why he had shown interest in the first place."

"Okay start from the beginning." Christian regaled Flynn with everything Ana had told him. "So you inadvertently took part without realizing it." Flynn laughed heartedly.

"Inviting Franco onto The Grace, selling him Esclava... yep, I took part in the operation."

"It is impressive…" Flynn murmured. "I mean think about it. She did all that without once pushing you to get rid of her, she simply opened your eyes to the truth and let you do as you saw fit. It took you a month after you decided to get rid of the bitch…" Both Flynn and Christian chuckled. "To actually do it and not once did she push."

"I told her why it had taken me so long to do it, and she understood. Her declaring her love for me was just the catalyst in my taking action. In the end, I not only had her but my family as well. Everyone that mattered knew my secret in its entirety and loved me all the same." Flynn saw the anger beginning to rear its head, but he wasn't concerned. It was anger towards Elena and the years he'd lost because of her machinations.

"No use crying over spilled milk."

"Indeed." Christian murmured. "The old me would have been apoplectic… I would have stormed out of the restaurant after saying some vile, hurtful things. I would have spent hours thinking of all the ways I could punish her. What occurred to me was just how blind I had been. Without meeting Elena, Ana saw her for what she was. Why didn't I listen to you?" Christian asked with a sigh.

"Some people need to see things for themselves. Hence, the reason Ana went about it the way she did. She could have simply asked you to choose, but instead, she let you make a choice…"

"That is what Ana said. Her initial thought was to tell me to choose, but she feared resentment would have crept in later."

"Do you agree?" Flynn asked.

"Yes. Elena kept going on about how Ana was destroying years of friendship, and I was kowtowing to her demands. Had she forced me to choose, I would have believed that because that would have been what it looked like." Christian admitted shamefully.

"You have nothing to be shameful about. The likes of Elena are masters of manipulation." Flynn sat back with a wry smile. "She is some woman, your Ana. Have you ever heard of the irresistible force paradox?" Christian shook his head. "What happens when an unstoppable force…"

"Meets an immovable object? Is that what it's called?" Flynn nodded. "I always found that paradox to be flawed."

"That is because it is flawed," Flynn admitted.

"Is there a particular reason we are talking about a flawed paradox?" Christian asked looking bemused.

"Because that paradox applies to you. Elena considered herself an immovable object in your life, out of nowhere comes an unstoppable force or vice versa... either way she didn't have the hold she thought she did."

Christian burst into laughter and had to admit it was a perfect way to describe Ana's removal of Elena from his life. "A perfect description." This was the most lighthearted session he'd ever had.

"Did you ever watch the show Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I realize it was not aimed at you…"

"I saw it… I will admit I was more partial to Angel." Flynn admits with a chuckle.

"So was Ana, her childhood crush was Angel."

"Tall, dark and brooding. Yeah, I can see why." Flynn teased.

"The strange thing is my first biggest crush was Buffy, a girl who kicked ass and didn't take shit from anyone."

"A girl like Ana," Flynn said what he couldn't verbalize.

"I'm trying very hard not to remain angry about what she did to me…"

"Understandable, but don't let it rule you or take more than a second of your thought. What did you do after Ana told you everything?

"We walked out of the restaurant hand in hand after a lovely dessert course. The moment we got into the car, I attacked her… sexually I mean." Christian felt the need to clarify.

"Yes, I got that." Flynn looked amused more than anything else.

"Truth be told I don't even know why I'm here," Christian admitted.

"You needed to talk it out. Verbalizing can do wonders to how we perceive a given situation. How was the rest of your time in New York?"

"It was good." Christian aimed for nonchalance, but his voice betrayed him. Frankly, he couldn't think about New York without sporting an erection.

Flynn had opened a can of words, and he found it hard to close it. New York had been the best vacation he ever took, not that he'd ever taken one since the inception of GEH. The ride home from the restaurant he thought would take all of fifteen minutes, except they found themselves in standstill traffic. Thank God for privacy screens and music. They fucked in the backseat like two people who hadn't had any in years. He had surprised her by taking her back to the club he first saw her, this time, it was an entirely different experience. They danced, made out in the VIP lounge and ended a long night at the private club, where they had sex in the private bathroom. Every outing ended with them trying to find some place to make out. And if… he jumped when he felt a hand on his cock. "Shit Ana." He groaned.

"Andrea tells me you are free, and I come in here to find you daydreaming with an erection that should be for my eyes only." She teased.

"I'm very sorry Miss. Steele, you are right, but in my defense, our week in NYC is making life… difficult." His eyes lighting up at her barely controlled demeanor.

"Don't get any ideas, Grey." She growled. "I brought lunch."

"Oh." He says disappointedly.

"I'm more than happy to eat both subs if that's the way you are going to behave."

"My cock hurts." He muttered petulantly earning an eye roll in response.

He wolfed down his lunch waiting anxiously for her to be done. "Come to mine after work José is barbecuing on the balcony. You can spend the weekend, although I do have to warn you José is all about your house." He will later admit he barely heard her as he was simply waiting to have sex. " I will see you later."

"Wait! What?" Ana stopped wondering if she's missed something. "What about…" he pointed to his groin area. "Please baby." He purred.

"I have a meeting with my dad and Roach in ten minutes. I will take care of you tonight. Hell, I need taking care of." She kissed him quickly. "Love you." Tonight… my cock will have fallen off by then.

"Bro," Elliot called from the balcony.

"What are you doing here?" He didn't hide his ire.

"José wanted to go over a few things for the house. He wants to check out some possibilities. Bro, he is good." I know that; hence having him design the house.

"Where is Ana?" He asked trying to temper down on his annoyance. Ana wouldn't stand for it and really didn't need to be in the doghouse today of all days. Right after Ana left his office, he got a call from Carrick that Elena had accepted a plea deal and had officially being sentenced.

"Hey, baby." She greeted him with a smile.

"Hey, Elena was officially sentenced today… twenty years." He said collapsing on the chaise lounge in her closet. Ana stood before him, and he wrapped his arms around her.

"How do you feel?" She runs her fingers through his hair.

"I wanted her to die in prison."

"So did I," Ana admitted without shame. "In five years you and I will be married with the pitter patter of tiny feet. In ten years time, we will be dealing with slightly bigger feet with attitude." Christian chuckled tickling her skin. "In twenty, we will most likely be dropping off our first born off at college. We will enjoy our lives, we will enjoy each other, and our family while she will be stuck with the same four walls day in day out. She will not be paroled, with the kind of influence your family has she will serve every minute of that time."

"I'd like to enjoy you now." He purred.

"And he's back." Ana chuckled moving away from him or trying to at least. "Christian we have guests."

"I don't care." He mumbled petulantly.

"Christian…" she made the mistake of straddling his lap.

"Hmm-mm…" he groaned holding her firmly to him.

"Annie." José knocked on her bedroom door.

"So he does know how to knock." Ana chuckled.

"Well, who knows what's going on in there?" José countered having heard Ana's comment. Christian reluctantly released her.

"You might want to ask Annie what she wants before you prepare a plate for her," José advised Christian as he had a plate of grilled fish and roasted veg for Ana. In a few minutes, he will wonder why he didn't listen to José, a man who had known her since she a little thing running around her parent's backyard.

Ana strolled in grabbing an empty plate, her mouth had been watering at the prospect of having one or three of José steaks.

"I got you a plate." He grumbled as if she should expect that.

"Next time don't." She answered nonchalantly little realizing the anger brewing in him.

"Ana, just take the plate. It's a waste of food everyone has already eaten." He barked.

"If you had bothered to ask me I would have told you I hated fish." She bit back.

"You hate fish." His tone clearly told her he didn't believe her. "Ray fishes all the time." He argued, and immediately surmised it was the very reason for her hatred of fish.

"Precisely why I hate fish." She snarled before walking away from him.

"Why didn't I listen to you?" Christian asked José.

"You've lived a certain life for some years, no one can expect you to change old ingrained habits in a matter of months. What would be an issue is you not learning from moments like this." With a nod, Christian leaned over the balcony picking at his food.

José cleared his throat getting his attention. "Man candy, go apologize, don't stand there feeling sorry for yourself. Go…. Rico suave all over her." He waved him away.

He wrapped his free arm around her waist and buried his face into her neck. "I'm sorry baby, next time I will not assume making an ass of myself. " His smooth voice was enough to have her melting into him. "I'm still learning, please be patient with me." He crooned.

"I know what I want and need and what I don't. Same as you, I don't make assumptions for you don't make them for me. You are forgiven." Hell, she couldn't hold a grudge if she tried. The man was still learning, he had avoided attachment for over a decade. Time was what he needed to learn and change those habits that had no place in a relationship.

"I will make it up to you." Oh, you will.

And he did helping José who couldn't stop giggling clean the balcony after the barbecue. Whatever happened to make up sex?

Something didn't feel right. She needed to get back to the detention area of the prison and quickly. "Hey newbie, you've got a couple of hours out here, so I suggest you come make the best of it," Aida advised with a smile.

Elena tentatively made her way over to the metal chairs and tables bolted to the floor. Everything is bolted to something around here. "I was in the detention area, and I was moved here for no reason."

"Have you struck a deal with the DA?" Another prisoner asked.

"Yeah."

"Then you are where you are meant to be. Your time here has officially started."

"Oh," Elena said.

"I'm Cheryl by the way." There was a round of introductions. Elena shook hands with the likes she never thought she would meet. She felt a desperate need to wash her hands, but putting on airs was not the way to go. These guys have welcomed her with open arms. She didn't fail to notice the respect everyone else was paying Aida.

"So what are you in for?" Aida asked although she already knew Elena's history and more.

"Attempted murder," Elena whispered.

"Same here." Mercy or Marta said with a cheer as though it was something to be proud of. That night Elena slept better than she expected, life in prison wasn't what she expected. She had been welcomed into a group that was evidently respected. She felt safe, protected. Little did she know she was being lured into a false sense of security.

Her first week in gen pop didn't seem too bad; she got garden duty, which she loathed, but it got her out of her cell for more than a couple of hours a day. She had been hoping for a job in the hairdressers, but that didn't happen. She was told to do her best, and in time she could ask to be given a different job. "Hey, Elena, could you grab me a shovel from the shed?" Marta asked. She was the newbie and usually found herself being told to do stuff. As much as she hated being bossed around in here, it was her reality, and she accepted it.

She came to an abrupt halt in the shed when she found two prisoners she didn't know. " Hey." She greeted, her voice belying her confident stance. She got a nod and went about looking for the shovel. A tap on her shoulder had her turning only to be met with what felt like a sledgehammer. Standing was not much of an option, yet she knew being on the ground was a death sentence. She soon felt another blow to her face, it loosens a couple of teeth. The next one broke her nose. She was conscious for the next five punches that she knew had destroyed years of plastic surgery.

Aida got a surreptitious nod from Belinda as she exited the tool shed. Two inmates having a war of words had distracted the guard's attention. It was a very well-organized ambush where the culprit would never be found.

Elena didn't know how long she'd been out for, but when she woke up, she quickly realized she could only see out of one eye. She tried to investigate only to have a hand stop her. " Your eye is severely infected, we are working to save it, but it's not looking good. You have a broken nose, a few loose teeth in the back; as for your face, we will know more when the discoloration subsides. Two broken ribs and we had to remove one of the silicon implants, it was leaking. We had to take you out to the hospital to get that done. It was rather costly, and the warden is not happy." She knew a great deal of force had to be applied to puncture a silicon implant giving her an idea of how bad the attack was. She was sure Aida was seeking justice on her behalf.

Two weeks later she was released from the infirmary. She found out she had officially being sentenced in absentia. Apparently, she had waived that right when she struck the deal with the DA's office. Not that she remembered much of what was said that day. "Elena, welcome back. We will talk later." Cheryl said in a whisper. Elena smiled knowing they had her back. She dropped a plastic bag of clothes on the floor and avoided looking into the small mirror above the washbasin. She made her way to the main room.

"Who was it?" Aida asked in low, calm voice.

"I couldn't tell if you sat them in front of me," Elena growled missing the smirk on Marta's face.

"The next time you walk in somewhere and one of us isn't in the room walk the fuck back out." Another in the group advised. She nodded in understanding.

Five weeks later Elena would consider herself healed. She still had difficulty looking at herself in the mirror and avoided the showers with the other women. She had always been proud of her body but the damage done in the assault had left her feeling conscious and ashamed. That had led to one of the worst decisions she could ever make, deciding to go shower first thing in the morning while everyone had breakfast. Enjoying the feel of hot water against her body, she had forgotten where she was.

The shock and surprise when her head hit the concrete wall brought back her reality in the cruelest of fashions. The beating she took was worse than the first one.

"I found you in the showers," Cheryl told her after spending six weeks in the infirmary.

"You don't listen do you?" Aida growled. Elena avoided her stare knowing she had been stupid. She'd lost count of the number of times she'd been told not to go anywhere on her own.

It took five more attacks in less than a year for Elena to realize what was going on. "You were behind it." It wasn't a question.

"Isn't that what you do to little boys…" Elena paled looking around. "Show them affection one minute beating them black and blue the next. Just giving you a taste of your own medicine without the sex. I couldn't find anyone willing to fuck that cunt." Aida said with indifference.

"It was one boy, and he needed help. She defended her actions.

"Don't care why you did it, you did it… that is all I care about." It was psychological torture. Pretending for almost a year to care for her all the while orchestrating the beating she had endured. She was unrecognizable from head to tow. "Your refusal to take responsibility for your actions will be the death of you," Aida growled menacingly before leaving Elena sat alone. I'm not going to make it out of here alive.

"Mr. and Mrs. Grey." The DJ announced as he walked Ana onto the dance floor for their first. They swayed on the dance floor to Elvis Costello's She. The words of that song embodied everything Ana was to him. She held his heart in the palm of her hands. She had the ability to elevate him or crush him, she really could turn each day into a heaven or a hell.

"Why are you watching that again," Ana asked snapping him out of his reverie.

"One of the best days of my life." He answers pulling her to him. After eight months of dating, he proposed and she cheerfully accepted. Again he took her to New York and proposed on the roof garden above his penthouse. The space had sat empty because he didn't know about it. Taylor had suggested creating the garden with space heaters, giving the space a warm, intimate feel. While showing it to her, he scrapped his elaborate plans that involved the empire state building and dropped down on his knees proposing right there and then. The dinner that followed was an innocent enough affair until dessert. They started feeding each other. Chocolate, Tiramisu and ice cream was the kind of combination that made a mess. Next thing they knew they were licking sticky sweet foods off each other's faces and then other places… well, right there on the roof they made love. It was bound to happen with the throw and all the pillows and silks. Even a monk would be tempted especially with Ana looking as radiant as she did.

That September they got married in his parent's backyard, it was a lavish yet intimate affair for friends and family and a few important officials, a couple of senators, judges, the mayor and a few others.

They honeymooned on a luxury yacht off a private island in the Maldives. It was the laziest month of Christian's life. They spent most of it in bed wearing each other out, swim when the mood took them and just luxuriated on the yacht. They made the occasional trip to the island to the Constance Halaveli where they had a room booked.

"How do you feel about a picnic in the meadow?" Although it's was a suggestion, he would be having a picnic in the meadow, and he knew it.

"This wouldn't be a sneaky attempt to celebrate my birthday?" He asks with a smug smile.

"It's Saturday your birthday is on Tuesday and when have I ever being sneaky about anything?" She asks so sweetly it made her toothache.

"Let me count the…"

"It's just a picnic Christian." Her voice took on that sad timbre that got to him every time.

"Okay, just a picnic." He acquiesced.

It was a hot day, he found himself in shorts and a tank top while she had on one of his tank tops and lacy boy shorts. He runs his fingers up and down her flat stomach feeding her grapes while he popped the occasional one into his mouth. On days like this, leaning back against the huge oak tree that dominated their backyard, he thanked whatever higher being blessed him with Ana. He bent over grabbing another cold bottle of beer from the cooler. "Beer." He offered.

"I'm good." She briefly looked up from her book.

"What is the book about?" he asks draining half the bottle.

"Vampires." She answered earning an eye roll from him.

"It's very different from the usual vampiric myths. For starters, they don't need blood from humans. They feed from their own kind and the sex is downright animalistic."

"I'm sorry, what." He asks with a smirk.

"Yeah, there is a lot of sex." She breathes.

"Are you turned on Mrs. Grey?" He teases as his fingers inch towards her shorts.

"Don't get any ideas." She places his hands above her belly button. He already had ideas; he stood up placing one of the throw pillows beneath her head. He pulled his tank top off and stretched still eyeing her up. After ten minutes of pretending to do some yoga stretches, he settled down on top of her making sure to keep his erection away from her for the time being.

"It was your idea to have this picnic, and now you'd rather read a book." He aimed for an undercurrent of hurt in his tone and succeeded.

"Sorry Christian, you are right." She put her book aside her fingers running through his hair. "You need a haircut." He shook his head dropping his hair on his forehead past his eyes.

"You are right I need a haircut." He leaned in kissing her clavicle softly and quickly. "I love you." He said softly placing another on her sternum.

"I love you too." She said running her fingers through his hair. He leaned up his erection brushing against her.

"Please tell me my family isn't planning any surprises for me this week. I don't loathe my birthday as much as I did, but I'm not keen on having it thrown in my face either." He didn't particularly care about any surprises being planned he just needed to keep her mind of his surreptitious attempts to get his cock where he wanted it. He asked her about the book because he could see her squirming, crossing and uncrossing her legs. She was turned on and fuck if it was going to waste.

"No, but I booked us a table at Canlis for a quiet dinner… Christian, you make such a fuss about my birthday. Can I do just that?"

"Just dinner for two?" He asked rubbing against her with every move.

"Yes, just dinner for two. I don't want to spoil the mood, but are you going to tell me about the letter you received." Fuck no, I don't want to lose my erection and I inevitably will if we talk about Elena fucking Lincoln.

"Yes, after dinner tonight… I will tell you all about… it." He said with a groan as he slipped smoothly into her. Fuck, she is wet.

She let out a small moan welcoming the intrusion. "How the fuck did you do that?" She asked surprised she hadn't felt her delicate shorts go. His answer was an arrogant chuckle as he pulled her shirt off and ripped the rest of her lace shorts off. He leaned up completely sheathed within her and devoured her lips, or rather she devoured his. Her tongue massaging his, he kissed his way to her breast, he nipped, licked sucked on her nipples. He went at a slow pace, and as much as she tried urging him on, he kept up the slow torturous pace much to her annoyance. After a minute he could no longer take it himself pulling out and slamming back in.

Christian sat up throwing her legs over his shoulders as he leaned forward driving in and out forcefully. "Oh shit." Ana moaned feeling her orgasm building in the depths of her pussy only to have Christian slow down. "Noo, no, no." She pushed up against him only to be held firmly in place. He picked up the pace enough to get her going again. Nothing beat the sight of his wife in the throes of passion. The way her back arched, her little ramblings, the way her fingers always found its way into his hair. He loved seeing that as much as seeing her orgasm, and she was close again. He gripped her waist speeding up his thrust, pulling almost all the way out and driving backing over and over again. "Oh yes…yes." She hissed quaking under him. A few more thrust and he followed grunting his release.

"Hey, can I crash your training with Bastille?" Christian asked avoiding her stare. The trainer Ray hired to continue training Ana turned out to be Claude Bastille.

"Hell no."

"Come on, please… Olivia messed up my scheduling." He tried.

"Sorry, the last time I said yes, you monopolized him and I was relegated to the treadmill. Why do you keep Olivia around?"

"Andrea has far too much to do, having Olivia is better than her not having an assistant at all. I will not monopolize Claude… and I will teach you how to play pool." He added as an incentive.

"I know how to play pool." She countered.

"Bullshit, you are always eyeing the table and have never once picked up a cue stick." He challenged. "Okay, then a game right now."

"Nice try… the letter." He sat down with a sigh.

"Taylor received a letter addressed to him at the Escala address. It was Elena Lincoln." Ana's jaw drops, she hadn't heard the name since she was sentenced.

"What does she want?"

"She is pleading for help. Apparently, in just under two years she has been attacked on numerous occasions, and doesn't believe she will survive if I do not intervene."

"You mean... get her out." Ana sneers.

"She is delusional enough… now, that game of pool." He rubbed his hands together. With a smug smile, Ana followed him down to the games room. "Okay, pool, carom billiards or English snooker?" He asked looking smug as fuck.

"First, the fact that you called it English snooker shows just how much you don't know. It's snooker… just snooker. Second, we don't have the table nor do we have the balls to play snooker. Third, we don't have the table for carom billiards. You need one without pockets."

She racks up the balls with speed and ease of someone who knows what she's doing. She chalks up her stick does some ninja shit with it for added effect and then breaks with a force he didn't see coming. She pots a solid and saunters around the table and quickly pots another, but leaves herself with a lot of work to do. I know better than to look smug, I have greatly underestimated her.

She lines up her next shot but misses, and evidently, she expected it and had, therefore, left the cue ball squarely tucked behind a solid. "That is just cold." He shakes his head in disbelieve.

There was no way he can make a shot without fouling. "You are mean." He groaned in defeat and made the best of it. He takes his shot and as expected hits her ball, worse he hits it too hard and pockets the cue ball. "I believe you miss a turn."

"I know the rules, Ana." He grumbled.

"Really." She mumbles looking smug as fuck. Boy, I really underestimated her knowledge of the game. Missing his turn would not have made any difference as she pots the next five solids in quick succession and just to rub salt into his wounds she picks the pocket behind the cue ball as the pocket for the black ball. Just as he thinks hubris might be her undoing, the cue balls hit the black with a tremendous force bounces off the cushions and as smoothly as can be, drops right into the pocket.

Christian Grey didn't lose especially at something he considered himself to be very good at. Ana could see her husband was trying hard to be gracious but was failing miserably. "Aside from fishing snooker was one of Ray's favorite games, every year I was subjected to watching the World Snooker Championships. When you've played snooker from the age of twelve, pool is a walk in the park." She explained hoping he would realize he never stood a chance.

"I never stood a chance. Hell, I only started paying in Harvard, and even then it was because geometry could be applied to the game." He dropped the stick unceremoniously on the table still smarting from his defeat. "So how come you were always eyeing the table as though you wished you could play."

"I just wondered what sex on a pool table was like. I've seen it enough times in movies." His loss was quickly forgotten.

"You are married to the man, I am his employee and can get fired for it." José moaned as he empties his pockets before going through the metal detector.

"He is not going to find out unless someone tells him." Ana turns her gaze on Sawyer.

"Luke and I aren't the issue, you talk in your sleep or have you forgotten how man candy learned about Operation Get Rid of the Bitch." José reminded her.

"You may have a point there." Ana conceded.

"Excellent, we can turn back around and get the hell out of here." Unfortunately for José, it was too late.

In the two years since her incarceration, Elena had never had a visitor. She found herself hoping it was Christian. That thought was quickly squashed when she walked into the visitor's room.

"God damn, bitch you got ugly," José said loud enough for the room to hear. Ana had to admit the sight was not expected. She had indeed taken some thrashing and from the sight of her one occurred relatively recently.

"You finally look the same inside as you do on the outside. The rotten core of yours is finally showing on the outside. I am going to sleep so much better from the sight of you. Shame I can't take a picture." Ana said with a chuckle. "I've seen what I came to see we can leave now," Ana added.

"Please, I need your help, if I don't get out, I will die in here. Trying to kill you was a stupid move, but please tell Christian to please get me out. I'm going to die in here."

"I can believe that," José mumbled.

"Why will I help you?" Ana asked.

"I helped Christian get…"

"Wrong answer. Bye bye."

"You have to help me," Elena shouted after them. "YOU PUT ME IN HERE, GET ME OUT." She continued to shout despite being dragged away by the guards.

"You should have seen her face, and that hair needed conditioner. She looked like something the swamp thing would run away from." Gail chuckled at José description of Elena.

"Who looked like something the swamp thing would run away from?" Christian asked walking into the kitchen.

"Man candy, I didn't want to go I was coerced into going." Ana slapped her hand against her forehead in disbelieve. "I protested vehemently, but you know what your wife is like when she sinks her teeth into something," José added.

"You still haven't told me who you talking about."

"The bitch," José whispered. "She looks fucked up." He couldn't help but add.

"You went to the prison to see Elena. What the fuck for?" Christian barked. "Ana, can I talk to you in my office." He walked away before she could respond.

He was pacing his office when she walked in. "For fuck sake baby, you are pregnant, that is not the kind of risk you should be taking." He said his hands softly on her flat stomach. It took him half an hour to come down from his high when Ana told him she was pregnant. Right now, they were keeping the news to themselves.

"Christian I wasn't at risk. I was with José and Sawyer." She placated running her fingers through his hair. "I was going to tell you after I had softened you up a bit." She purred.

"José really needs to keep his mouth shut." He growled much to Ana's amusement.

"It's fine the plans to soften you up is still in play." She teased.

"Let's get out there before José has a heart attack." Christian joked.

"Oh please, death is afraid of that one." Ana scoffed.

Okay, no one is looking tense or stressed. No veins are popping out. We can eat now I am starving." José cheered.

"Don't you have a home to go to?" Ana grumbles.

"Franco is away at some hair and beauty thing in Vegas. I went last year under the assumption it was going to be fun. Yeah, not my scene and I am not subjecting myself to it again." He lamented.

Just before Taylor and Gail walked out the door, he turned and watched the couple with a very animated José enjoying their dinner. He agreed with Carrick, they didn't need to know Elena Lincoln had taken her life. After Ana's visit, Elena saw just how hopeless her situation was and ended it. Good fucking riddance.

AN: Thank you for reading. C.J.