Christian's POV

We are on the GEH jet heading east. Barlow and Dovis and one of my attorneys are with me and Taylor has made calls for extra security for Ana and the kids, as well as security for my parents, Elliot's family and Mia's family. I'm not taking any chances. Rebecca is missing, and I don't know if it is connected to me in any way. I hate leaving Ana and the kids, but my son needs me. I need to be there with him.

After we land we head straight to the police station upon hearing that Teddy has been brought in for questioning. Teddy had to wait until Rebecca was missing for forty eight hours before he could report her missing. Forty eight hours. Who came up with that fucking rule? Do they have any idea how much could happen in that forty eight hour period? The thought makes me cringe.

When we arrive we are told that we cannot see Teddy. Before I have a chance to explode on this dimwit, my attorney Joe Benson talks circles around the useless detective that's trying to deny us access. We are then greeted by the lead detective and we are lead into the interrogation room where my son is seated at the table. He stands when he sees me and I immediately wrap my arms around him. He is shaking. I pat his back a few times as I hold him and whisper reassuring words. When I feel him stop shaking I release him and we sit at the table together with two detectives. Benson sits to the left of Teddy as the detectives ask their probing questions.

"When's the last time you saw Rebecca Lincoln?"

Teddy takes a breath and composes himself so that he can answer their questions calmly and clearly. "We had breakfast at our apartment. That was around nine. And then I had to meet with my study group."

"Did Rebecca tell you what her plans were for that day?"

"Yes, she was going to stay in the apartment and clean. I was due home at one and we were going to spend the rest of the weekend fixing up the apartment together. We had planned to order dinner in that night."

"What happened when you arrived home?"

"Rebecca wasn't there. At first I thought she had a quick errand to run because she wasn't planning to go out. She hadn't showered or dressed since she was going to be cleaning all day. But then Reynolds, he's our security guard, he and I had looked around the apartment and noticed she hadn't taken her wallet, cell phone or keys. And some things were knocked over and tossed around in the bedroom. I knew something wasn't right when I saw that."

They continue to ask him questions about her mood that day and the days leading up to it, his mood, if he was angry or if she was angry, and they start to ask questions about their relationship. I see Teddy tense so I reach behind him and rub his back. He composes himself again and talks about the car accident they were in a few years ago that left her in a coma and caused her multiple injuries. "She wasn't able to walk, and we didn't know if she'd ever be able to walk again. I stuck by her and we got through it. We moved here together to attend school. Last summer she had surgery back home before we came back here to start the fall semester. And then in the fall she started physical therapy so that she could walk again."

The detectives offer refreshments since we've been in here for a while. I decline but Teddy accepts a water. He takes a few sips before the detectives continue. They start to question his relationship again. I am getting tired of them trying to find something in this relationship that isn't solid. I know they want to pin the disappearance on him. Isn't that the way it works? Something happens to the girl and it is immediately the boyfriend's fault?

"Can we move on detectives? My son has already told you that his relationship is solid."

"Dad, its okay" Teddy tries to say, but I cut him off."

"No, it's not okay. We need to focus on finding Rebecca. What else are you doing to find her?"

The detectives do not seem at all affected by my outburst. I guess they are used to dealing with overbearing megalomaniacs in their line of work.

"We have other detectives looking into her disappearance. We also have friends and classmates of Miss Lincoln that are putting the word out on line and in the college community that she is missing and we are looking to speak with anyone that has seen or heard from her."

This does little to placate me. I look at Barlow and he is immediately on his phone. We need to get some of our men out here to look for Rebecca.

The detectives get back to their line of questioning, and I can't help but roll my eyes. But the next thing out of my son's mouth squashes any confidence I've had that my son's relationship with Miss Lincoln is solid.

"Rebecca had an affair."


Phoebe's POV

I am at Trevor's house and we are studying for our upcoming Physics test. Well, we are trying to study for it. We usually study with a few other students at the library, but they weren't able to meet today. So we decided to move our session to the comfort of Trevor's house. His parents are both at work so we have the house to ourselves for a few hours. I have the night off from dance so I don't need to worry about eating or leaving at a certain time. This is nice, just me and my boyfriend. Sawyer is my security guard for the day but he is stationed outside.

When Trevor answers a question correctly I award him with a kiss. Each kiss I give him is deeper than the last. Yes, I know I am teasing him, but I feel like I am giving him incentive to give the correct answers. After ten correct answers it is my turn, and he does the same to me. Each kiss leaves me wanting more, and I think he knows it. I also think he's afraid to take it too far. Lately he's been the one to pull away from our make out sessions. I know it's because he's afraid I'll bleed again if we have sex, which is why I went to see the doctor over the weekend. But I haven't told him that yet. He was away on a soccer tournament this weekend so I haven't had the opportunity to tell him.

After I've answered ten correct questions he kisses me for the tenth time. I take control and grab his shoulders, pushing him down on to the bed so that I am on top of him. I lean down and kiss him before he can protest, and he responds to it. Before I know it he flips me over and I am on my back. But he doesn't kiss me. Instead he looks into my eyes and caresses my cheek. I look into his eyes and I see fear.

"It's not that I don't want to. I promise it's not."

"You're afraid" I say to him softly.

"Yes. I'm afraid. What happened in New York really scared me."

"I know, I was scared to." I sit up and take his hands into mine. "I know you've been holding back because you're afraid. I'm afraid too, and I think I will be until we do it again. Anxious even." I chance a look at him and see a soft smile. "I went to see the doctor this weekend."

"You did? What did she say?"

"She said I'm cleared for sex. She said I've been healed for probably a few weeks now."

"You sure? She did an examination?"

I nod and look down in embarrassment. "I hope I don't have to have another exam like that any time soon. It's so embarrassing. But I needed to know. Because before I was bleeding we were having an amazing night. I'm glad we had sex. And I want to do it again."

I look up at him again and he is smiling. I can't help but smile back at him. I hope this means what I think it means. For a moment though I feel disappointment as he rises from the bed. Where is he going? I watch as he saunters around the room and stops at his dresser. He opens the top drawer and pulls something out, but he doesn't show it to me until he walks back over to the bed. "Well, if we're going to do it again, we're going to need these." I blush as he shows me his hand. He has a few condoms. A few. Not just one. We're not just going to do it once. We are going to do it a few times. "Don't be frightened. We will only do it as much as you can handle."

"I'm not afraid."


Christian's POV

I cannot believe what I'm hearing. Rebecca cheated. She fucking cheated on my son. I shake my head and struggle to listen as my son takes us back a few months.

"When did this happen?"

"In October."

"What was happening in October?"

"She was doing really well with therapy. She was walking with a walker, and then just a cane. I was proud of her. We celebrated anytime she made progress."

"How did you celebrate?"

My son looks up at the detectives and then at our attorney. "You need to answer them" he counsels him.

"We had sex."

"Was it rough?"

"Come on!" I roar. "Is this really necessary?"

"Its okay, Dad. No, it wasn't rough. It was gentle. I was afraid of hurting her even though she was making progress. I didn't want to push it."

"Was Rebecca okay with that?"

Teddy shakes his head. "No, she wasn't. She wanted me to stop being gentle. Before her accident we….enjoyed… rough….. we… we liked exploring each other's limits. She wanted to go back to that, but I thought it was too soon."

"So then what happened?"

"She was frustrated with me. But I didn't give in. I just couldn't. I was afraid of hurting her. So she turned to someone else."

Teddy starts to get emotional so I rub his back again until he's able to compose himself. The detectives also wait for him.

"Who was this man? Do you know his name?"

"Um, his name is Carlos Hagen. She met him at therapy. She confided in him about…. me not giving her what she wanted. One night she reached her breaking point. She got tired of waiting for me and she had sex with him. She came home and told me that night. She felt guilty and she knew she couldn't keep that from me."

"What did you do?"

Teddy shakes his head. "I couldn't look at her. I was hurt, furious, I…. punched a hole in the wall in the second bedroom. I refused to sleep with her. I slept in the second bedroom every night until we came back here after winter break."

This starts to make sense to me now. Ana had told me that there was something different with Teddy and Rebecca when they came home for winter break. They seemed disconnected somehow. They didn't stay together when they were home for winter break. Rebecca stayed at her father's house and only came by the house a few times. When we were in New York they slept in separate bedrooms. I thought it was because she didn't feel comfortable sleeping with her boyfriend in one of his parents' houses. When Teddy came home for Phoebe's birthday Rebecca was not with him. He said it wasn't a good weekend for her to fly home. All this time he was covering this up. He didn't feel that he could talk to me or Ana about it. Has he talked to anyone about this? Did Reynolds know? I know if Ana had ever cheated on me I wouldn't be able to just hold it in. I would have been in Flynn's office three times a day at least.

"What happened after winter break?"

"Rebecca and I used winter break as a time out. We needed to spend some time apart and really focus on ourselves. Here, we were in each other's faces every day because we lived together, but back in Seattle we were able to get some distance. After New Year's we took a full day to just talk, about everything. We made a decision to stay together and work on our relationship. We went on dates like people just getting to know each other. And then when we came back east we were ready to be together again, share a bed again."

"And have sex again" the detective adds when Teddy stops talking.

"Yes, we had sex again. I really wanted her to see a doctor, make sure she was physically okay to do what she wanted to do. She agreed. She let me go with her and talk to the doctor. She let me ask all of the questions….. about what her body could handle. And it helped a lot. We were encouraged and excited to get back to being us. We were excited to get our relationship back on track."

Teddy starts to get emotional again and folds his hands into a fist in front of his face. "She wouldn't have just left. I'm so scared that something's happened to her. Please we need to find her. I really believe that someone has taken her."

"Do you know who would have taken her?"

Teddy shakes his head. "No, I don't. I haven't a clue. Nobody's ever bothered us or threatened us. Please, detective, you have to help me find her."


Phoebe's POV

Trevor and I have done it twice and I am exhausted. I am sore, but it's a good sore. I can't seem to wipe the smile off my face as I lie in his arms, my back to his front. I feel his fingers run gently up and down my arm.

"You okay?"

"I'm perfect" I say to him softly.

"Pretty full of yourself Grey" he says, and I giggle. And then I feel it, a sharp slap to my bottom. I let out a surprising yelp and I feel his arm tense around me. I didn't like that, and I'm confused as to why he did it. I start to sit up and he releases me. I pull the sheet up to cover my chest so that I don't feel as exposed. The blanket is already covering his lap as he sits up too.

"Why did you do that?"

"Why did I swat you?" I nod and look down at the blanket. "I'm sorry Phoebe. I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable. I won't do it again." I start to feel the tears but I will them to stop. I must not cry, I must not cry. He gently brings his hand over to touch my shoulder and I don't pull away. "Please don't be upset with me. If I knew you wouldn't like it I wouldn't have done it."

"Why do you like it?" I ask him sheepishly.

"I don't know really. There's just something really arousing about it. Look, Phoebe, you and I are just starting to explore this together. We're going to find out what we like and what we don't like, and we won't do the things we don't like. I promise. Please trust me."

I chance a look at him and I see remorse in his face. How can I be mad at him? How could he possibly know what I like and don't like about sex? Heck I'm still figuring it out. "I trust you. I'm sorry. You just really took me by surprise. I didn't know how to react."

"It's okay. You reacted honestly. And that's what I want. We need to be honest with each other. You need to tell me if I am doing something that you don't like and I will stop."

"I know. I trust you."

"Good." He leans in and plants a gentle kiss, first on the side of my lips, and then on my lips. He reaches up and holds my chin in place as his tongue slips into my mouth. I respond and place my hands on the sides of his face as he gently lays me down and prepares me for round three.


Christian's POV

I manage to convince Teddy to stay at the hotel with me tonight rather than go back to his apartment. Detectives have been there all day investigating and collecting evidence. I know he will need to go back there eventually, but tonight I want him here with me. We need to talk and I need for him to get a good night's sleep. I know he hasn't slept since Saturday. He probably hasn't eaten properly either. On the way to the hotel I order room service so that we have one of his favorite meals prepared and ready for when we arrive.

"Dad, its three in the morning. How can we possibly eat?" He asks as we arrive in our suite.

"I know you haven't eaten. And I skipped dinner in favor of getting to you. We're going to eat, we're going to talk and then we're going to get some rest."

We both sit in the sitting area as I sort out the food that has been delivered.

"I don't feel much up for talking."

I finish sorting out Teddy's dinner and start on mine. "Son, you need to talk to someone. You can't internalize everything. It's not healthy."

I sit and wait for Teddy to take the first bite. I'm pleased when he finally does and then I start on mine. For myself I have ordered sirloin with asparagus and mashed potatoes on the side. Teddy has stuffed chicken with spinach, mushrooms, cheese and vodka sauce. We eat in silence until we are both partially finished our meals.

"I'm glad you're here, Dad" he finally says to me. I look up at him as I sip my water. "But….. Mom needs you at home. Natalie and the babies, they need you."

"Mom and the babies are fine. I don't want you to worry about them. I'm here for you right now and I want you to talk to me. Why didn't you tell us what was going on?"

"With Rebecca? I was handling it. I didn't want to bother you with my problems."

I sip some more water and place my fork on my plate. "You're my son. Your problems are my problems too. You didn't have to go through this alone."

He nods and eats more of his chicken. There is some more silence before he speaks again. "Dad, has Mom ever cheated on you?"

I shake my head. "No, she hasn't. When we first got together though, I was jealous of any man that came in contact with her. I always assumed that any guy that took any kind of interest in your mother was looking to have sex with her."

"What did you do?"

"I overreacted, like I always so. I told your mother that I didn't want her to associate with other men. That never worked, however. She kept her friends and made me see that she was not interested in them in that way."

"What would you have done if she cheated on you?"

His question catches me off guard. What would I have done? Would I have ended things with Ana? No, I could never have done that. Ana was my entire world. But would I have been able to be with her after another man has touched her? "I don't know" I say softly and take the last bite of my sirloin. I take some time to chew the piece before I swallow and then take another sip of my water.

"I thought about ending things with Rebecca" he says sadly. "I was so hurt and angry. But I still loved her. I wouldn't have been able to feel that much pain if I didn't love her."

"You stayed in the second bedroom. Did you do that to punish her?"

"Yes….. no…. maybe. I'm not sure. I wanted her to understand how much she hurt me. I wanted her to see that we can't just fix our problems by having sex. And cheating on her was not an option. I didn't know how to fix us, but I knew I couldn't sleep with her until we did."

Teddy puts his fork down and leans back against the sofa. I see the exhaustion in his body as he fights to stay awake, but I want him to keep talking. Just for a little longer. "Did anyone else know?"

"No, nobody knew. We kept it between us, and Carlos of course. She asked him not to say anything to anyone."

"What about when Phoebe and Trevor were hear? How did you keep this from them?"

"I had Phoebe stay in the bedroom with Rebecca. I told her I didn't want her sleeping with her boyfriend here. He took the second bedroom and I took the couch. Phoebe suspected something too but I didn't want her to know what was going on. I didn't want anyone to know."

"And now?"

"Now, Rebecca and I were doing great. We were moving forward. I had forgiven her and was happier for it. There was no point in telling anyone. Dad, someone took her. I know it. She didn't just leave me. And if she did, she wouldn't have avoided her father for this long."

I let out a long sigh. I'm not at all thrilled that Rebecca cheated on my son. But I have to put my feelings about it aside. I'm just finding out about it, so to me this just happened. Teddy has been dealing with this for months and has made the conscious effort to move past it. Perhaps Rebecca didn't leave him. And perhaps someone took her and she is in danger right now.

"We will find her, Son. I know the detectives are getting a late start on it, but we will find her. I have some men on it too." He nods and looks down at the table. He is exhausted. I stand and walk around the table to sit next to him on the sofa and wrap my arms around him. He starts to cry so I rest my chin on his head and rock him. "We will find her" I say again softly.