First, I own nothing to do with 50 Shades. It belongs to E.L James, and I own nothing. This is my first time at attempting to write a story, so I hope it won't be too bad. Please do let me know if I should continue this, as I'm not sure if anyone would be interested in it. In this story, Ana left Christian right after the playroom incident, and Christian has missed her ever since. Eight months have passed, and he is determined to get her back again, however she had started seeing another man. Not sure if anyone will be interested, or if the plot is to anyone's liking.

Christian listened to the orchestral music playing out of his stereo system as he stood by the window of his Escala penthouse, looking out at the bright and colorful lights of Seattle and the cars moving in the distance at this dark hour of the night. It was ten thirty at night, and he felt wide awake. Sleeping had become difficult for him, due to the absence of a certain someone in his life. There was a permanent heavy feeling in his heart, as if there was a deep cavity that couldn't be filled.

His phone started buzzing in his pocket and he ran his fingers through his hair before pulling it out of his trouser pocket and checking the I.D of the caller.

It was Welch.

"Welch, talk to me," he answered, walking over to his stereo. "What news do you have for me? Have you found her yet? Tell me you have some very good news for me."

He turned the music down and listened carefully as his private investigator greeted him formally.

"Good evening, Mr. Grey. I have some news I think you will find very interesting regarding Miss Anastasia Steele."

Christian had waited to hear from Welch for a little over two weeks now, and, finally, the man had returned his call with some new information regarding the whereabouts of Anastasia Steele.

Ana Steele.

It had been eight months. Eight months since she left him, claiming that she couldn't handle the requirements for being his submissive. Eight months since she told him he was fucked up- and Christian didn't dispute that. He was fucked up, and he knew that. He was fucked up more now than ever, with Ana's absence in his life.

It was only by being forced to be without her that Christian came to understand a few certain things of how profoundly he felt for her. He loved her. But now she was gone, and it was obvious she had no intentions of coming back. Christian had assigned Welch to trace her every movement. Last time Christian heard, she had moved back to where her father was residing. The Blackberry he had given her seemed to be permanently switched off. He had no means to contact her. It was clear she wanted space. No, it wasn't just space she needed. She needed him out of her life for good- apparently. She wanted nothing to do with him, and that was hardest on Christian most of all, especially now that he knew he wanted her back and that his feelings for her were love.

"She's back in Seattle, Sir. She caught the earliest flight in this morning."

Christian felt his heart surge at that. Ana was back. She was finally back.

"So she's back then?" Christian said, keeping his voice purposefully devoid of all emotion. "What other news have you got for me?"

"Er, she didn't come back alone, Sir. She brought someone with her. A man. A boyfriend, I think. They were holding hands."

Christian sighed heavily at that unpleasant piece of news. So she came back, but she wasn't alone. She had moved on. Christian knew he should have probably ought to feel happy for her. She has moved on- something he couldn't seem to do- and she has started a new life, and according to what Welch was telling him, she was probably happy and content with her new life. Only Christian believed himself to be an extraordinarily selfish man: If he was unhappy, what right did Ana have to be happy without him? How dare she be able to move on while he was stuck behind, always thinking back to those months with her and stressing on how he could have done it all differently? It didn't seem fair to him.

"In fact, they're out for drinks as we speak, Mr. Grey," Welch continued, and Christian felt himself perk up with interest.

"Where?"

"I'll text you the whereabouts now. Do you think you'll go to her?"

Christian smirked to himself. Now that was a stupid question. Of course he would. "Send me the details immediately when you can," Christian ordered, and he hung up.

Determination rose within him as he went into his walk-in wardrobe and got changed into fresh trousers and a black button-up shirt. He shaved his face and splashed on aftershave, and stared at his reflection in the mirror challengingly. He was ready for a fight, he was ready to see her. He didn't know how she would respond to seeing him again, but all he knew was one thing: He had to get her back, otherwise he would never be the same again. Christian had money, wealth, success, but ultimately it was nothing. It never made him happy, not in the way those few times of being with her had.

He was going to get Ana Steele back, whether it was selfish of himself to interfere on her or not. She was his, and no man was ever going to take her away from him. Eight months. He had gone eight dreadful fucking months without seeing her and now she had arrived back in Seattle with a new boyfriend in her life. He was going to get her back, even if it was the last thing he could do.

By the end of the evening, she had better be underneath him on the mattress with her latest boyfriend a distant memory in her mind.