"Jesus, Leila, how many times have I told you to not open junk mail. It goes to your junk file for a reason." Mark groused as he tried to remove the block on her phone. "I'm sorry this is beyond me. You are just going to have to pay to have it unblocked. It's only fifty dollars." He dropped the phone on the table as though disgusted by it.

"First, this wasn't in my junk file. Second, it wasn't one of those ones where they use just your first name. It looked all official and stuff with my last name and everything." She argued not that it got him anywhere. "There goes my YSL shoes." She grumbled.

"You have a mountain of shoes, one less won't kill you." He rolled his eyes. "Last I checked, fifty dollars wasn't going to get you a pair of YSL shoes." He added

"I'm sorry to interrupt, but I couldn't help overhearing your conversation. I can fix your phone..."

"Oh, yes, thank you." She piped up before her good Samaritan could even finish his sentence. "YSL, here I come." She cheered as Barney went to grab his laptop.

"Do you have your charging cable with you by any chance. It will make this much easier."

"I will grab it from the car," Mark answered, ruffling her hair much to her annoyance.

"Brothers," Barney grumbled good-naturedly.

"How do you know he's my brother?" Leila asked.

"I'm the only person that can ruffle my sister's hair and get away with it." He answered with a chuckle.

"True." She looked up as Mark got back to their table.

"Have you eaten here before?" Mark asked.

"Oh yeah, my boss owns this place. It's named after his wife. He has a thing about naming things after his wife. Try the mixed platter, it's a little of everything. It's really popular with out of towners."

"Isn't everyone here an out of towner?" Leila asked with a smile.

"I'm here all the time. It's only a couple of hours from Manhattan." Barney's fingers moved across the keyboard with impressive speed.

"Is this what you do?" Mark asked.

"Yeah, I'm the head of IT at GEH." The siblings' jaws dropped.

"Wait, that means Christian Grey owns this place. You did say your boss owns this place." Mark looked around as though the man himself would turn up all of a sudden.

"That would be him," Barney answered with a chuckle. He was used to this reaction at the mention of Christian Grey.

"I met his brother once," Leila added absentmindedly.

"Yeah, if you ever meet the man, never mention his brother. Fell out years ago, and they have nothing to do with each other now." Barney warned. "And here we go. You have full control of your phone now." He handed the phone and charger back to her.

"Thank you, you are a godsend." She cheered.

"I don't know about that." Barney laughed, moving out of the booth.

"Hey, stay, the least we can do is buy you lunch." Barney didn't need to be told twice.

"Yeah, why not. Let me just use the bathroom. Excuse me."

"Is this going anywhere?" Mark asked quietly.

"He's the head of IT at GEH, he must be worth a few," Leila mumbled. "We could do with another like Elliot Grey." She added.

"Do you think that had anything to do with the falling out?" Mark asked.

"I don't see how." Leila waved away the question.

"Fuck, did Barney leave his laptop?" A waiter asked.

Oh no, he just went to the bathroom." Leila answered.

"Right, that man's whole life is technology. Certainly made him rich beyond belief." The waiter muttered.

"Really, him… he doesn't look it." Mark said, surprised.

"Oh yeah, he is a multi-millionaire, and I mean tens of multi." Leila's eyes lit up as the waiter walked away.

"So, how are we playing this?" Mark asked. They hadn't had a good score in years.

"Australia," Leila answered.

"That is all well and good, but New York is not a common law state." Mark reminded her.

"Shit, I don't know then."

"Let's just play it by ear. It's too much money to walk away from." Leila whispered as Barney walked back to the table.

"Barney." Ana greeted as she sauntered towards him and his guests.

"Ana, these are my guests, Leila and Mark Williams. Guys, this is Anastasia Grey, the lady of the house." He even added a mock bow to the greeting earning an eye roll from Ana.

"Welcome to our home," Ana said as she took Barney's arm in hers, and they walked towards the back of the house.

Leila didn't know where to look. She'd seen some fabulous homes in the Hamptons, but this was something else. To think it was just a summer spot for the Greys.

"Wow," Mark whispered as they viewed the backyard, the sprawling lawn seemed never to end. To the side was the private beach.

"Guys, go mingle and get to know people." Barney encouraged the two.

"Have you seen him?" Mark asked Leila after looking around and seeing no sign of Christian Grey.

"Nope, he will show up, it is his birthday after all." She grabbed a glass of champagne from a passing waiter. Despite Barney's encouragement to mingle, the two kept to themselves feeling distinctly out of place. Nothing anyone wore or did screamed money, but just knowing these people had it, made them feel inferior. In truth, all caliber of people were there. The Williams had simply gotten it into their heads that everyone there was wealthy, and out of their league. Even if they made any connections, it was simply to con them out of their money later. Their big score had been the brother of the man whose backyard they stood in now.

Before Elliot, they made a few thousand at a time and had gone back to making small change after, but that was no longer good enough. They had been wise with Elliot's money. The two bought an apartment each in their hometown of St. Paul, Minnesota, and a small bakery business that paid the bills, but it wasn't the life they wanted. They wanted to live in luxury, and the bakery didn't bring in the kind of money that allowed for that kind of lifestyle.

Of course, once a year, they saved up, traveled, and pretended they were something they weren't. Being in the Hamptons had been pure luck, as the two had won an all-expenses-paid week to the East End of Long Island. It seemed in the Grey's backyard, they felt they couldn't pretend, so kept to themselves.

A few minutes later, Christian Grey finally showed up. "Finally, the birthday boy shows his face." Ray bellowed as Lauren ran into her father's arms.

"Sorry, I had to finish a little work so I could enjoy the rest of my holiday." Ray offered him a bottle of beer, which was wholly welcomed. "Are we ready?" He asked Ray, who smiled a mile wide.

"Whenever you are." He replied. "Would you like to do it now?"

"Yes, then we can enjoy ourselves fully." He chuckled.

"Annie, we are ready," Ray said with a barely contained smile.

Ana stood next to Christian with a smile. "What do you give the man who has everything?"

"I certainly wouldn't mind another rugrat." Lauren giggled as her father flicked her nose.

"Remember what I said about timing," Ana warned.

"Indeed, not the time to be asking for another." He acquiesced, after all, Ana had just had their third child less than two months ago. They had planned to have a third when Adrian turned one, but life had other plans.

"Well, I do believe my gift will definitely cheer you up." Of course, he knew all about the gift, but not the full extent of it. "You all know my husband's history and the catalyst that started it all. No one knows what would have happened without them, but it did, and well, they cannot be allowed to get away with it. Without further ado, ladies and gentlemen, meet Mark and Leila Williams." Mark, who had just taken a sip of his drink, started coughing as his drink went down the wrong pipe. Leila just looked panic-stricken. "These two were the catalyst in a series of devastating events." Ana ambled down the stairs towards the two. "Did you think you could rob a man of his trust fund, cause such devastation and get away with it?" Leila dropped her champagne glass in shock. Mark looked green as several cold glares landed on them. This was something neither ever saw coming.

SIX AND HALF MONTHS EARLIER

"How more people aren't asleep is beyond me," Ana whispered to Stella, who was fighting valiantly to keep her eyes open. In comparison to Stella's uproarious speech the day before, the only thing the guest lecturer had succeeded in doing was bore people enough to put some to sleep. Ana usually loved the annual publisher's conference, but this year's fair was proving to be a real disappointment in the talks department. She hoped the fair this afternoon would prove to be more enlightening and entertaining.

"So, in conclusion..."

"Thank fuck for that." Someone murmured behind Ana, earning a giggle from her. Stella, it seemed, had lost the fight with sleep. The conclusion, unfortunately, went on longer than any conclusion had a right to.

"Thank you." There was a smattering of applause that died a quick death. The noise woke Stella up.

Please tell me it's over." She pleaded.

"It's over." Ana chuckled.

"Hallelujah." She sang, standing up. "Come on, let's get out of here before someone else decides they have something to say."

"I could eat." Ana murmured as they made their way through the crowd, trying to exit the lecture hall.

"Mrs. Mason, Mrs. Grey."

"Fuck a duck," Stella grumbled.

"I was wondering if you two would like..." Turning around, they had no idea who the man in the ill-fitting suit was.

"Sorry, but Mrs. Grey is very hungry right now, so if you will excuse us, she is, after all, eating for you," Stella said, politely.

"Of course, my apologies and my congratulations." He'd barely finished his sentence when the two turned on their heels and exited the hall.

"Food." Ana cheered when she saw the bakery stall. Stella laughed at the speed at which she took off for food. "Cupcakes, I could do with some in the evening," Ana mumbled.

"We do deliveries for nearby hotels." The young girl behind the stall offered.

Ana stared at the name badge. "Excellent. I will take two dozen, Alicia." Alicia's eyes widened.

"Right, any particular flavor of icing or cream."

"I will try all of it," Ana responded quickly. "For now, two almond croissants, two chocolate eclairs, the raspberry schuss… I think that's it. Stella, would you like anything?"

"Two plain croissants and a cup of coffee." She answered, still amused by Ana.

"Oh, English breakfast tea, if you have it," Ana added.

"We do."

"Is this your stall?" Ana asked.

"Oh no, it's my cousins, they won the lottery about twelve years ago, they were quite clever with it which surprised everybody as they weren't very good with money. My gran always said money went through their fingers like water. This time though, they each got an apartment and started the bakery." Alicia waffled on as they prepared their order.

"Williams Patisserie." Ana read the sign at the top of the stall.

"Yeah, gran is not a fan of the name, said they should have named it Mark and Leila's, as it was more welcoming. Everyone else thinks it's because it not her name." She giggled.

"I take it; she is your maternal grandmother," Ana asked, amused.

"Yeah, her name is Patterson."

"Oh, I don't know, Patterson Patisserie has a nice ring to it," Stella interjected.

"It does, doesn't it," Ana added.

"I will try not to repeat that in front of gran." Alicia chuckled. "There you go."

"You go, I will settle the bill." Stella offered as Ana eyed her food with such hunger.

When Stella finally joined Ana, she looked deep in thought. "Is something the matter?"

"Just a few things adding up that has me wondering if I should get Welch and Barney on the phone," Ana said, looking up at Stella. Stella had become not just An's boss, but a great friend and confidant. One she trusted implicitly.

"Well, run it past me." She sat next to her.

"When Christian asked my dad to investigate Elliot, he found that he had lost his trust fund to a couple of con artists. Mark and Leila Williams were the names he gave, I don't think anyone looked further into it considering the other bombshell revelations that came out. The same two people who happened to have won the lottery about twelve years ago, the same time Elliot lost his money." Stella's jaw dropped, and he looked back at the bakery stall.

"Yeah, give them a call. It might be a coincidence, but it also should not be ignored." Ana took her phone out and sent a couple of texts. She questioned why no one bothered to go after the siblings then.

Three and a half hours later, Welsh and Barney had delivered a wealth of information. "So, it's them."

"Yes," Barney answered. "There was no lottery win, It took some doing to find that information. Both Powerball and Mega Millions helped without a fuss, especially when they learned someone was using their name to commit fraud. The state lottery though was a little more difficult. Accessing their bank statements from that far back also posed some problems, but the short story is, there was no lottery win. There was a transfer of three and a half million dollars to their account from the account of one Elliot Grey. The sad part is, since they used their personal account, had he reported it, he would have gotten his money back. The crime crossed state lines making it a Federal crime."

"Can Elliot still press charges?" Stella asked.

"There are circumstances where an exception can be made to the statute of limitation, but I don't know what does or doesn't qualify," Barney said while his fingers flew across his keyboard.

"Send the information to Theo, he would know," Ana said with a sigh. "I need to talk to Christian." She murmured, leaving them in the living room. She grabbed her iPad and called him on face time. "What is wrong?" He asked the minute he saw her on the screen.

"The siblings that conned Elliot... turns out we are in their hometown. I asked Barney to send the information to Theo."

"We knew their names years ago, but I guess with everything going on back then, they weren't much of a priority for me. Honestly, I forgot all about them, I think we all did. Doing something about them never crossed my mind either." Christian grumbled.

"So, do you want to do something about them now?" Ana asked.

"Honestly, I do. The Williams have more to lose now, but it's not my money they stole. I will see what Elliot wants to do if he decides not to pursue it, then yeah." Christian admitted.

"Legally, where do I stand?" Elliot asked.

"You can still go after them, but you transferred the money into their account willingly. They didn't steal it, proving theft will be complicated. You knew their names and didn't report it. Worse, you transferred the money, knowing a crime would be committed. It's the reason a lot of people conned don't report it because they were told they would make a profit from the commission of a crime."

"If that's the case, let Christian go after them. He might not be able to put them in prison, but sure as fuck can make their lives hell."

"That he can." Theo chuckled.

"Honestly, I can't go back to that time in my life. Those two conned me, they didn't ask me to sell my brother out as well. I stopped making excuses a long time ago, I am not about to start now. I do not want to go back there. What is the worst I could do, maybe send them to prison after a long legal battle where I couldn't prove they stole from me or worse, I could end up there with them. No, thank you."

"Well, I will let him know. Call your grandmother when you are settled, she wants to hear all about your holiday."

"I will. Talk to you soon." Theo ended the call and looked at Christian, whose back was turned as he stared out at the Long Island Sound.

"They are all yours."

"Technically, they are Ana's. I've left it to her and Ray." He laughed. "I've never seen a group of people so happy plotting the demise of others." He moved away from the window and sat next to the old man. "Barney is front and center of the planning. How I don't' know, but the big reveal will apparently be on my birthday."

"That woman of yours will go to war for you. I still remember the way she tore Grace apart in our kitchen." Theo always recalled that day with a mixture of happiness, disbelief, and sadness. Happy Christian had found Ana, disbelief at the things Ana revealed about Grace, and sadness at the evil his daughter was capable of.

"You should have seen her tear Carrick apart on the beach. The day I told her everything was the day I finally understood why you never asked me if it was true."

"It just wasn't possible as far as your grandmother, and I were concerned." Theo shrugged.

"Anyway, I have to get back to work. I have a call this afternoon I cannot miss, or else Ros will skin me alive." The old man saw him out.

When he drove back home several hours later. Ana was on the phone with Barney again. "So they actually said yes to a holiday they believe they won in a competition they never entered." Ana sounded incredulous.

"Of course, who will turn down an all-expense-paid trip to the Hamptons for a week. They are flying first class, will be staying in a two thousand dollar a night suite. A luxury sports car as been provided for the week, and spending money. Hell, I would say yes." Barney chuckled. Christian would admit that not many would turn down such an opportunity.

"I see your point," Ana admitted.

"Ryan is more than willing to play the hunk that comes to their aid. The fact that he also happens to be wealthy should get their interest." Christian wondered how many people were involved in this setup.

"Thanks, Barney, talk to you later." Ana smiled at him as she ended the call.

"Shouldn't you be resting?" He raised an eyebrow at her.

"I'm good, I'm a pro at this now." She teased, getting on her toes to kiss him.

"We are flying them here first class, paying for an expensive suite, providing cars, and whatever else." He asked as he didn't see the logic behind that.

"Who said we are doing anything of the sort. It simply what is implied to get the two here. Now you ask questions later, right now, your very pregnant wife is feeling rather horny." She pushed his jacket off his shoulders.

"Okay, then." He laughed as she yanked his tie off.

Life for the Greys went on, as usual, Christmas and New Year was celebrated. Ana had their third child, Carl Raymond Grey, who entered the world screaming his little lungs out. Life continued, then the call came. The Williams siblings where on their way to the Hamptons, then disaster struck. Ryan had a family emergency and wasn't able to play the hook.

"I can do this," Barney argued. "Look, all I have to do is send this email to her. When she opens it, it will lock her out of her phone. I will be the good samaritan that fixes it for her. Everything else after that should fall in place." Ana gave him a skeptical look.

"What other choice do we have? Ryan is unavailable." Ray said. "Let the boy try, even if it goes wrong, it's nothing that can't be salvaged." He added.

"Okay, Barney, she's all yours." Barney's smile was a little too wide as he left. Ray chuckled as he followed after him.

"You know he's hoping to be rewarded for his good deed." Christian teased.

"I don't care if he fucks her to get them here on Sunday, as long as he gets them here that is all that matters," Ana said with a shrug.

Mark found himself looking around for an escape route. "Oh, we are not that barbaric to resort to physical violence, even though some think you deserve it. In truth, doing anything of the sort would be short-lived. Feel free to leave. Good luck with life, you are going to need it." She stood aside and let them pass. She just needed them to know just who was responsible for all the shit that was about to befall them. Barney blew Leila a kiss as she walked past him.

The two made it outside only to realize they had no way of getting back to the hotel. Barney had driven them to the Greys. The twenty-minute walk back to the hotel was full of questions. "Okay, so they paid for a luxury holiday, only to what… tell us they know we stole his brother's money." Leila asked.

"Yeah, I'm confused about that as well," Mark whispered. The two were so scared and flustered they hadn't truly worked it out until it came time to check out when a bill for over ten thousand dollars was put in front of them. Leila was about to argue when Mark stopped her. "Credit card, okay."

"We take all forms of cards." The receptionist said with a smile. With a swipe, the bill was paid, and the Williams had nearly halved the money in their business account.

"What the hell?" Leila shouted when they got outside.

"Don't you get it. We didn't win any competition, it was a setup to get us here. I bet you that expense check more than likely bounced. When we get to the airport, we will be paying for the flight home. Now the fact that we found ourselves in the back of the plane was no mistake by the airline. That was the only thing they paid for. I'm sure if they could have gotten us here without paying for the flight, they would have." He shut his eyes, wondering why they accepted a holiday they hadn't won. Greed, their greed was used against them, and now it has cost them so much already.

"Let's get the fuck out of here." Leila wheeled her case to the car in anger.

"Erm… I think it's safe to say we are responsible for the rental as well." Mark whispered.

"How much was the rental?" Leila asked.

"Check the glove box." Mark sighed. Things were quickly going to hell in a handbasket.

"Shit," Leila screamed as she handed the rental agreement over to Mark.

He couldn't help the laugh that left him. "With insurance, we owe around fifteen hundred for the rental."

"Can't we just leave it here," Leila asked.

"All you've done in the last hour is ask one stupid question after another." He growled. "No, we can't leave it here. The last thing we need is the cops looking for us because of fifteen hundred dollars. If we were going to run out on any bill, it should have been the one we just paid out of our business account. Let's go."

They had been forced to spend several hours at the airport waiting for a flight. After what had been the worst forty-eight hours of their lives, they arrived home. Unfortunately for the siblings, things were about to get worse.

First, two detectives from the fraud department turned up at their place of business, asking questions about the money they bought their apartment and bakery with. Since they hadn't won the lottery, they struggled to prove where the money came from. Of course, neither thought to consult a lawyer who would have advised them to say the money was a gift from Elliot Grey. Elliot could have said what he wanted, but in the end, it could not be verified one way or the other. In the end, they had admitted to the fraudulent means in which the money was obtained. They lost their business and apartments. Their family and the townspeople learned of their criminal enterprise. Someone had also forwarded their information to the unsuspecting people they conned. It was open season on the Williams siblings.