And So I Ran - Complete

Chapter 67

"Mr. Grey? Mrs. Grey? You need to get up. Mr. Grey Senior is on the line. He said it's urgent."

I groaned and rolled over, trying to ignore Prescott's persistent knocks at the door to our bedroom. I'd been in the middle of the most glorious dream, not to mention I was exhausted. We'd been up at the crack of dawn to see the Book of Kells exhibition, then we'd had a busy day touring Trinity College, and in particular the library. After lunch at another library, we spent the afternoon meandering our way through Dublin Castle and its grounds. All the fresh air and wonderful sights had done me in, and I'd barely had time to scarf down my dinner before I'd been dozing off, my new husband carrying me to our bed.

The knocking persisted, and I raised up in bed eyeing the clock belligerently. 3:45 am. Literally the middle of the night.

"Ok," I groaned. Anything to stop Prescott's banging. I rolled onto my side, getting out of bed and moving straight to the bathroom. Being pregnant, I always needed to relieve myself, so I did that before returning to our bedroom, slipping on a nightgown and robe before switching on my lamp and shaking Christian awake.

Before we'd got together, Christian said he was a chronically light sleeper. Now he slept like a log – as long as I was beside him. Stirring as I gently tapped his shoulder, his bleary gray eyes met mine in confusion.

"It's a quarter to four," I explained as my husband's eyes focused and lost their sleepy bewilderment. "Prescott has woken us. Your father is on the line. Apparently, it's urgent."

Christian now awake, I rummaged in our luggage, finding him a pair of sweats and a TShirt. It didn't bother him as much in front of Ryan or Sawyer, but I knew Christian preferred to be more fully clothed in front of Prescott. Not that I had any worry that she was interested. Changed on an almost daily basis, her phone wallpaper broadcast she was into very well built, tall black guys with trim beards.

Waiting until Christian had his clothes on, I opened the door to our room and emerged into the suite. Prescott was there standing in the dining area, with her phone sitting on the table waiting. Two moments after we came out there was a knock at the door. Housekeeping had arrived with a pot of coffee and a pot of hot water and a Twinings teabag for me. I smiled gratefully at Prescott who nodded kindly. She looked pressed and professional as always, in her habitual black pantsuit and top, although I noted she wasn't wearing her trademark bright lipstick. Like us, she had no doubt been pulled out of bed.

Christian walked to the phone.

"It's on speaker, sir," Prescott explained as I poured Christian a coffee, placing it in front of him as I prepared my tea.

"Dad, we're up now. Call me back on my cell," Christian instructed, disconnecting the call once Carrick had agreed.

"Thank you, Prescott," Christian said dismissing her, "I'll call you if we need anything else."

She nodded, discreetly exiting the suite, leaving Christian and me to ourselves. Christian looked at his phone, noticing six missed calls from Taylor and Carrick. I guess that's why Carrick rang Prescott to wake us.

Christian's cell rang, and he answered immediately.

"Dad. You're on speaker, and it's just Ana and me."

"You're on speaker, too. Taylor is with me."

"What's happened?"

"Elena Lincoln is dead. She was being held in an individual cell at the remand center, and about three hours ago the hourly check found her unconscious and unresponsive in her cell. Paramedics were called, but they were unable to revive her. She was transported to the Seattle Grace but never regained consciousness. She died shortly after admission."