Here is another chapter for you guys. It's not as long as I promised, but I've noticed shorter chapters are easier for me to get out quicker. I'm sure you all are ok with that. I'm not going to add too much drama when it comes to Leila and Cross. Or maybe I will, who knows. Please leave a review, they keep me going, and I enjoy reading them. I'm working long hours for the next 4 days so it may be a week or so before I get a chance to update again.

APOV

"OH MY GOD! Isn't she, wasn't she" Mia says out loud.

"Yes" Sawyer and I say in unison. Leila Williams. One of Christian's 15.

"Please, I can explain"

"You can explain everything to the police when they get here," Sawyer hisses at her.

"No, please. My baby" Baby? She has a baby?

"Miss Williams, you better explain yourself right now. I have no doubt in my mind that Sawyer here called the police before he even walked in. And with a name like mine I'm sure they'll be here any second"

"I'm here to ask for help. I was going to tell you who I was yesterday, but I got scared and ran off"

"Help? You do understand that you are still under an NDA with my husband and even though you're no longer his….well you know. The rules still apply"

"Yes, I know that. That's why I came to you instead of him"

"Yes, but at Elena's funeral I believe both my husband and his COP Jason Taylor made it very clear to you that you're not allowed to have any kind of contact with me or anyone from his family"

"Please" She begs. Just then five Seattle police department vehicles pull up in front of the shop.

"Sawyer, take care of them"

"Ana-"He starts.

"Tell them it was a false alarm"

"Ana" His voice warning me. But I shake my head no.

"Mrs. Grey, please" His voice a little stronger this time.

"Sawyer, you're like a brother to me. But don't piss me off" I move to where Leila is and take her by the hand and lead her towards the back of the shop. I offer her a sit and she takes it. I sit on the edge of my desk.

"Call your brother while I go deal with them" I hear Sawyer tell Mia.

"Ok Miss Williams. You have about ten minutes before my husband comes storming in here. You better tell me what it is that you need help with?"

"I need help finding someone"

"Ok? Would you explain to me how I or my husband comes into all of this? You know there are people out there that do that for a living"

"I-I just thought it would be easier"

"Easier how?"

"Because the two of you already know this person"

"Who?"

"Gideon Cross" Wow. Now that's a name I haven't heard in a while.

"WHERE IS SHE? WHERE THE FUCK IS MY WIFE" Hmm that was quick.

"In the back Sir" Sawyer tells him. Leila and I both keep our eyes on the door. Any second now Christian is going to….Too late.

"ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME? GET UP….GET UP AND GET THE FUCK OUT"

"Christian, please calm down. She's here-"

"I DON'T GIVE A SHIT WHAT SHE'S HERE FOR. TAYLOR" He yells.

"Now you wait just a freaking minute. She didn't come here for you, she came here for me, and for help" I can't believe I'm even saying this.

"I don't give a RATS ASS, what she came here for. The NDA states-"

"I know what the NDA fucking states, Christian. She has a child, and she needs my help" Christian's face goes pale.

"A c-child" Leila nods. I watch as he begins to breathe in and out quickly.

"It's not yours Mr. Grey. If that's what you're worried about. She's less than a year and a half" Soon the color comes back in his face. Leila pulls out her phone and unlocks it. She shows me, then Christian the picture of her little girl.

This baby has jet-black hair and the bluest eyes I have ever seen. Why would Christian think he would have been the father? Did he? Oh god. Panic starts to rise within me. He…he had an affair. Tears start to fall. Christian rushes over to me but I put my hand up to stop him from even getting close to me.

"Ana?"

"NO"

"No? Ana what's wrong?"

"Y-you thought it was yours. Y-you had an affair with her. Didn't you. DIDN'T YOU" Leila's eyes widen and she shakes her head no.

"W-what? NO. No Ana I swear. You said she had a child. I-I just thought. Fuck, baby I swear to god. I would never do something like that to you. I love you" He manages to come over to me and kneels before me while holding my hand.

"Ana, look at me" I don't. "Please, Anastasia. Look at me" This time I do. "I swear to god, Ana. I never. When you said a child, I thought maybe a 3 or 4 year old. Not a baby" He runs his hands through his hair.

"I think it's time for you to go Miss Williams," Taylor says from the door. She nods.

"I'm sorry to have bothered you, and cause this kind of mess for the two of you" I look up to where Leila is now standing.

"What was it that you needed my help with?"

"Oh, no. Don't even think about it, Anastasia" Still upset with Christian I say,

"Fuck off. Leila"

"I was hoping that you could help me get ahold of Gideon. After the night him and I spent together I never saw him again. I tried and tried to reach him, but I always ended up with nothing. He needs to know he has a daughter. He needs to take responsibility for her"

"I always thought you were a little on the crazy side, but now, I know for sure. There is no way in hell I'm going to let my wife help you find that son of a bitch"

"I'm not" I watch as relief waves over him. "You are," I say flat out. "And if you can't, I will find someone who will" I rip off a piece of paper from a notebook and jot down my cell phone number and hand it to Leila.

"Here, this is my number"

"WHAT! ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME," Christian screams.

"No I'm not kidding you. I'm going to help her find him, and make sure she gets what she deserves"

"What she deserves is a padded room and a strait jacket"

"Christian, that's enough" Both Sawyer and Taylor escort Leila out of the back room and towards the front door. They remain outside and watch as she walks away.

Any minute now shit is going to hit the fan. And as much as I don't want it to happen it will. I can see the anger in Christian's face.

"What do you think you're doing, Anastasia? You do realize who she is" He stands up straight with his hands on his hips.

"Yes Christian, I do. She's one of your 15 ex-sub"

"Then why are you going to help her?"

"Let me ask you a question. After your contracts ended with your 15 how long after were you still supporting them? And don't lie to me because I know"

"If you know, then why are you asking?"

"Because I want to hear it from you"

"A year. Ok. I supported them for a year after the contracts ended. Sometimes it was less depending on how long they were with me. But that doesn't explain why you want to help her"

"Rather she was a one night stand or his contracted submissive Cross never followed up with her to see how she was doing"

"Neither did I"

"Well you fucking should have. And Cross too"

"I don't believe this shit" He runs his hands through his hair and pulls. "It's because your pregnant isn't it? Your hormones are going crazy and your motherly instinct is kicking in" He's right. It is my motherly instinct kicking in. In the back of my mind my there's a little voice that is screaming at me not to help Leila, but in my heart I feel as if I have to. Not for her, but for her baby. That little girl has the right to know who her daddy is, and vice versa.

"Maaaaaybe" I sing out, and he sighs.

"Dear lord, what am I going to do with you?"

"You're going to help me, and you're going to like it"

"Anastasia"

"Christian" I say his name in the same tone he said mine.

"Fuck! I don't like this Ana. I don't like this at all. Doing this for that….woman. I can see nothing but trouble"

"You don't know that"

"I do know that"

"Well then. Call up whoever it is that you call, and have whoever run a background check on her. Make sure she isn't lying about having a baby"

"That's the first thing I'm doing when we leave here"

"We? What do you mean, we?"

"We're leaving"

"No, you're leaving. I'm staying right here. I have too much stuff to do right now for me to leave"

"Mia can handle it"

"No Christian, she can't. She can't make soaps, cut them, package them, and run the shop at the same time. That's too much for one person to handle, and I'm not going to do that to her"

"You're driving me crazy, woman"