Christian was having a very hard time keeping his cool when it came to Anastasia. First when it came to how she always ended up on his mind, to how she was the one woman who allured him at all, and even to the fact how he was now spitting mad at her and driving his car in and out of the traffic to the small time bar she went to with her friend that night.
His brother was making small talk in the passenger seat, though Christian wasn’t listening at all. Most of Elliot’s words were going in one ear and out the other as images of what he would do to Miss Steele if she were his own floated through his head.
How could she not see how much danger she was in? She didn’t know what it was like, she was far too innocent to understand what went on in people’s heads in a place like that. He knew for a fact that she was. Because he had tried to learn everything he could about her from the very beginning.
Grey knew right away when she contacted him that she was drunk. After all he had plenty experience around those who did get drunk to know the signs even from a far. He had tried to be understanding with her, offer her a ride very calmly, to make sure that she was home safe. And then she had refused him, insisting that she would be fine to get home on her own.
That didn’t sit right with him. If there was something that Christian took seriously beyond almost everything it was alcohol and drug use. He didn’t like the use of either to excess, and he especially was serious about the safety of those who did drink at all.
So when Ana had said no to him and left him dangling there, he took it upon himself to find out exactly where she was. It was difficult for him, even if he wasn’t skilled himself at the system, he paid Barney enough to make sure that he could get all the information he wanted without worry of a leak to the media.
He didn’t expect her to be happy with him when he got there, but that was alright. he wasn’t happy with her either at the moment. And if he was honest, he was confused on why he cared. If it had been anyone else he wouldn’t of worried and just moved along. But for some reason , he couldn’t do that with Anastasia. No matter how hard he tried to tell himself she wasn’t for him to even think about….he couldn’t help himself.
Now he was pulling into the bar, furious and glaring, ignoring the guy who was out front and pushing forward into the place. It wasn’t like he needed ID, most in New Orleans instantly knew his face thanks to papers and internet. Elliot hurried to keep up with him, but Christian didn’t even pause or wait, he was on a war path to where Ana might be.
But instead of Ana he found her roommate Kate, with Ana no where in sight. Pushing past the bodies in the building he forced himself into the crowd till he was in front of Kate while she starred at him in shock. He didn’t have time to bother with that little bit, and instead yelled over the music to ask where Ana was. After learning where she went, Christian turned without a word, not even noticing how Elliot stayed behind with Kate.
He found her leaning against the dirty brick wall of the bar , looking sick to her stomach in the dim streetlights. The rush of people pushing and murmuring loudly over one another. And yet all his attention was on her, his feet moving him to her without realization till he was next to her.
With gentle ease he put a hand on the small of her back and the other on the side of her arm, pushing her long hair back out of the way, standing at her back to protect her from the crowd of people there. ”Easy now, Anastasia. Deep easy breaths” No matter how angry he was in that moment it seemed easy for him to put that to the side to care for her.