50 Shades Forgotten.

Remember when Ana went after Mia with the five million dollars? I was thinking about that, and wondered what would happen if Jack actually got the best of her that day, and he kidnapped her and took her off somewhere. And, she has amnesia because of that horrible bump on the head. She doesn't remember her life with Christian whatsoever. In fact, she thinks she's Jack's wife now. This is what happens when I let my imagination run wild. I hope you liked it. Please review and let me know what you think.

Christian's POV.

She's actually leaving me. How the hell could she leave? How could she not? I've shown my true colors over the last few days. I got drunk and ran to Elena, the biggest mistake I've ever made in my life. After the appalling way I've behaved toward her, I'm surprised she's stayed this long. How could I have been so cruel to her? Fuck! I have to stop this.

We have just landed in Portland. "Taylor! Tell the pilots to head back to Seattle right now." I yell to Taylor. He's sitting not ten feet away from me.

"Sir." Taylor jumps up and does as I ask. He always does, without question and without hesitation.

I can't believe it. It's such a heavy load. I vividly remember the last time Ana left me. If sadness was capable of killing a person, I would be dead. It hurt like hell. I had to stop this. I had to stop her. Taylor taps me on the arm as I stare out the window.

"Sir, it's your father." Taylor hands me my cell phone.

"I'm busy." I tell him, dismissing him. I don't feel like talking to my father at the moment.

"It's important, sir. It's about Jack."

Jack? What the fuck? I answer the cell immediately. "Dad? What's this about Jack?"

"He's made bail. I'm not sure how yet, but he's out, son. I wanted to warn you."

"Cash." I say quietly. I remember Troy Whelan said it would take him a while to get the money in cash for Ana. Why would she need cash? Five million dollars in cash! A cashier's check would have been way easier to carry.

"What, son?" my dad yells through the cell phone.

"He's got her, or he's blackmailing her." I say quickly. "Taylor get on the phone to the security team and find out where everyone is. Dad, find Mom, Elliott and Mia. Make sure they're OK. I've got a bad feeling."

"I'll call you right back." He says then hangs up.

I call my wife's phone. She doesn't answer. She's turned it off obviously. "Track my wife's cell phone. Let's find her and bring her back." I yell to Taylor.

"Got it." He says then makes another phone call.

I'm worried sick about my wife now. But I'm overjoyed to realize that she's not leaving me. My cell rings again. It's my dad. I answer it.

"Dad?"

"Son, we can't find Mia. Her phone keeps going to voicemail. That's not like her. And, someone said they saw her leave with a woman at the gym. Grace said she drove her car. We think something's happened."

"Oh damn." I curse out loud. "We're on it, Dad. Call me if you hear anything at all. I'll keep you posted."

"The bastard has her. Doesn't he?" Dad asks.

"I'm not sure, but I'm going to find out." I assure him, then hang up.

The flight to Seattle is unusually long. I jump out of the jet with Taylor on my heels before it even lands. There is a car waiting for us on the runway. Taylor drives like the seasoned pro that he is and gets us to South Irving Street. It's the last place he had a position on Ana's phone. Taylor slams on the brakes in front of an awful deserted playground. He gets out immediately. I follow him.

We look around everywhere and see nothing. Taylor looks at the ground. He runs for something on the ground. I look where he's headed. Holy shit! It's Ana's Blackberry. He thumbs through it. "An unknown call from an unknown number. It'll take us a while to find out who it was. It was probably a disposable phone."

I look around further. I see blood on the ground. Oh no! Ana's been hurt, or worse. My world is crushed. Taylor runs toward some dilapidated old squatter houses. He's not giving up. I decide that I won't either. In one of the houses, we find Mia. She's unconscious, bound and gagged. She's alive. I'm so grateful that I want to hit my knees and thank God. Taylor carries her to the car. I follow him.

"Do you want to stay and look around?" Taylor asks me. "I've got more security on the way. You should search all of the houses. I need to get Mia to the emergency room."

I nod my head. I have a sinking feeling that it's too late. My Ana is gone. She's given her life for my sister's life, for me, because she loved me so much. My heart aches.

I and my security team look for hours through every shack on the three acres of housing. Nothing. I can find no sign of Ana.

Ana's POV.

I'm in a hospital. I'm sleepy as hell, and my head hurts. I have to pee so badly that I feel like I'm about to bust. I'm alone in the room. What the hell happened? A nurse comes into my room. I'm glad to see her. She's a younger lady, in her thirties, and she's dressed impeccably.

"I have to pee." I inform her.

"You have a catheter in." she explains.

"No way." I tell her. "Take it out and let me go to the bathroom like an adult."

"As you wish, Mrs. Hyde." She says to me, then lifts my gown to get to work.

"Mrs. Hyde?" I ask her. The name sounds vaguely familiar to me. I'm married. What the hell happened to me? Why don't I remember getting married? Or who I married? Was I drunk? Why am I in the hospital?

"All finished. Can I help you to the bathroom? You're probably going to be a little wobbly. You've been unconscious for four days. We were wondering if you were ever going to wake up."

"Thanks." I say to her, then hold out my hand for her to take.

She leads me to the bathroom, as I lean on my IV stand. It feels so good to pee. I really needed to go. I stand up. I am kind of wobbly.

"Do you feel better?" she asks me.

"I do. Thanks. Where is my husband?" I ask her. Surely he wouldn't have just left me here.

"He had some calls to make. He's extremely busy. We'll let him know that you're awake now. I'm sure he's going to be anxious to see you."

I smile. Well, at least he cares for me. "What happened to me?" I ask the nurse.

"You were attacked by your kidnapper. You hit your head." She explains.

"Kidnapper?"

"Yes, your husband was being extorted for money. It happens quite often here in Juarrez."

"Mexico?" I ask her.

"Yes, it's where you and your husband have lived for the past three years."

"Holy shit!" I say to the nurse as she helps me back into my bed. I take a nap, hoping I'll wake up with more memories intact.

When I wake up, the nurse is still standing over me. "Did I sleep long?" I ask her.

"A few hours. How are you feeling?"

"Still sore. Where's my husband?" I ask her as I look down at my left hand. I have a huge rock on it. My husband must love me very much.

"He was here, then he had to leave again. He'll be back."

"So, what's he like?" I ask her.

"Your husband?" she asks me, then pats me on the hand. "We were afraid of that."

"Of what?" I ask her.

"Amnesia. It's fairly common with a bump on the head."

"Is that why I can't remember anything? Being kidnapped? Being married?"

"That's why. Your memory will come back in time."

"How long?"

"No one knows for sure. It could be days, weeks, months, years."

"I hate that I can't remember my husband. He's obviously very much in love with me." I gaze at my left hand again.

"He's a very nice guy. Good looking too, if I may be so bold."

I smile. "I wish I could remember."

About that time, a guy walks in the door to my room. I look at him. Is this my husband? He has dark hair and dazzling blue eyes. There's something oddly familiar about his eyes. He's looking at me with hope in his eyes. I say nothing to him.

"Annie?" he finally asks as if he's unsure of himself.

I smile weakly at him. I was hoping for some spark of recognition. Nothing! I don't know him from Adam. Holy shit. What am I going to do?

Christian's POV.

Holy shit! What am I going to do? I'm worried sick about Ana. It's been four days since I've seen her. I don't know if she's dead or alive. I have no clue where she's at. Taylor works relentlessly managing the security team, trying to find her. There's no telling where that bastard has taken her. Or where he's taken her to kill her. Or how's he's going to kill her, if he hasn't already. He could go anywhere with five million dollars in cash. My heart is torn with pain, as I think of everything he could be doing to her. And, my unborn child is in so much danger.

Taylor walks into the living room. Mrs. Jones is preparing dinner. I'm so upset that I've barely eaten anything in the last four days. I look hopelessly at Taylor. He has no news, or he would have been running in the living room. He knows how much Ana means to me. She's the only woman I've ever loved.

My cell phone rings. It's Elena. I don't answer. Our last meeting was less than perfect. I'm sure she's going to offer her condolences. I don't want to hear them. The only thing I want to hear is Ana's voice in this apartment. I've berated myself many times for the way we left things between us. I'm sure she knows that I love her, but I wish I would have said it to her. If I would have known it was our last time to speak, I never would have left things that way between us.

I hear the door open. I hear Taylor speaking to my mother about things.

"He's holding up, but he's motionless basically." Taylor tells her.

"That's not good for him." My mother says. "We should get him out of here so he can get some fresh air. My mother walks into the living room.

I'm sitting on the couch, doing nothing basically. If there had been any clues whatsoever, I would have been scouring the planet to find her. I had two security teams, the best money could buy, looking for her. Not a word yet. Not a fucking word.

"Hello, mother." I say to her and stand up to hug her.

"Oh son, let's get you outside for a minute. Let me take you for a drive." She pulls me toward the door. She's so determined that I decide to just go with it.

"Call me if you hear anything at all, Taylor."

"Yes, sir." Taylor says.

I follow my mother to the parking deck and get in her white Cadillac Escalade with her. She drives at a slow and steady pace. I don't say a word. It's the first time I've been out in two days. The air looks different for some reason. Is this what it's going to be like without Ana? Nothing will have any light whatsoever.

"Your dad sent me over." Mom says, looking at me quickly then returning her eyes to the road.

"Is he worried about me too?"

"He is, but he wanted me to warn you about something."

"What?" I ask. I'm not sure if I want to know, but it seems the most appropriate thing to ask at the moment.

"The police are checking out the possibility that you've had Ana taken care of."

"What!" I exclaim. "You've got to be kidding me. It's so obvious what happened to her. Jack took her. He kidnapped Mia and drugged her. They know that. Why are they questioning it now?"

"They think it may have been some elaborate scheme to cover up a murder for hire."

"That's so full of shit." I say. "Sorry Mom. How's Mia doing?"

"She's good, finally back to her usual impossible self. We don't blame you for what happened, son."

"Thanks, Mom."

"How are you doing? Other than the obvious complete suspension from civilization."

"As well as I can, Mom. I'm so worried about her. I'm wondering if he's taking care of her, and if he knows she's pregnant, and if the baby is safe. If she's still alive that is."

"Baby? Christian, you didn't tell us she was pregnant."

Damn, I'd forgotten that I hadn't shared that news yet. Well, the cat was out of the bag now. "She was pregnant. Barely. We were fighting about it. The last few days that I had any contact with her, I had to be cruel to her."

"Why were you fighting about it?"

"I didn't want a baby, Mom. Not this soon. I wanted to be alone with her for a few years, then she gets pregnant."

"Well, she didn't do it on purpose. Did she?" Mom asks me. "You two were married. She had no reason."

I chuckle. It didn't sound much like a laugh. I'm so distraught, so torn up inside. "She said she didn't do it on purpose. She forgot an appointment, or the birth control didn't work. We're not sure which."

"Well, this would have been joyous news, Christian. I'm so sorry for everything that has happened." Mom turns toward the apartment, and drove into the parking garage. She parked in the slot next to Ana's car. I look at it, wishing Ana was in it. I'd do anything to get her back.

We walk back into the apartment. Taylor is on the phone with someone, talking quickly. I can barely hear him until we get closer.

"Thanks a lot." He says appreciatively, then hangs up. He looks over at me. "We've got a lead. It's not much of a lead, but…"

"A lead? What? How? Where?" I ask anxiously.

Mom grabs me around the waist, as if to hold me to the floor. "Tell us more, Taylor."

"The day she was kidnapped, someone bought a plane just outside of Seattle."

"That happens every day." I say to him.

"I told you it wasn't much of a lead, but it's all we've got right now, sir. The guy who bought the plane fits Jack's description, and he had a brunette with him, and he paid cash. We're going to talk to the guy now."

"I'll have to talk to you later, Mom." I say to Mom as I pass her up on my way out the front door.

"Be careful, Christian." She calls to me.

"Yes, I sold the guy my Zodiac. It's not a crime." The guy told us. He was wearing coveralls, and stood in the middle of his garage. He had various types of planes in varying degrees of assembly. Some were in a million pieces and some were being painted. He either built them or worked on them. He obviously had something to hide. He is being very defensive.

"We're not worried about the plane. We want to know about the guy who bought it, and the woman he had with him." I explain to him quickly. "We'll pay you for any information you give us."

The guy looks off toward the big open garage doors. He's holding out. For money maybe? He'd better watch it, or I'll tear his head off with my bare hands, then I'll let Taylor go on him.

I pull out several hundred dollar bills from my pocket. "Will this help?" I ask him with an attitude. Maybe bribery will be quicker than beating the shit out of him.

"Did you catch his name?" Taylor asks brusquely.

"He didn't give it." The guy says quickly.

"What did he look like?" I ask quickly, then I think of something. I pull out my cell phone and call my network guy. "Barney, do you have any pictures of Hyde that you can send me now?"

"I'll send one right now." He says, then hangs up. Barney is a yes man, just the kind of guy I like to have under me.

I get the message with Hyde's picture. I show it to the guy immediately. "Does he look familiar to you?"

"Yes, that's him." He says.

Oh, he doesn't know what he's done for me. I feel as though the weight of the world has been lifted off of my shoulders. "And he had a brunette with him?"

"Yes, he did. She was asleep in the truck though. He had to carry her to plane."

"Did she look like this?" I ask, as I hold up a photograph of Ana to him.

"I didn't get a good look at her. They were too far away."

"Could you make a guess as to whether she was alive or not?" I ask him impatiently.

"If I had to guess, I'd say yes. He was treating her very delicately, like he was afraid he was going to drop her."

"They left from here? He piloted the plane?" Taylor asks.

The guy nods.

"Did he say where they were going?" I ask.

"He didn't say, but they headed that way after he took off." The guy points south.

"He didn't file a flight plan with anyone?" I ask.

"No he didn't. That's why people buy planes from me."

"And, he paid cash?" Taylor asks.

"Cash. Even left me a tip."

"Did you catch the plate of the person who brought him?" Taylor asks.

The guy shakes his head.

"Do you have video surveillance?" Taylor persists.

The guy shakes his head again. "It was a black SUV. That's about all I can tell you."

Damn. That's not much to go on. I feel like I've been sent back to square one. But at least I have hope that she's alive, for now. He probably drugged her like he drugged Mia. It took days for the drugs to get out of Mia's system. I was seriously worried about his plans for her now. If he wanted more money, he would have called by now.

"We'll keep looking." Taylor assures me as we drive back to the apartment.

"It doesn't seem like much to go on."

"It's not, but it's more than we had two hours ago. We'll find her." Taylor says.

I hadn't realized that Taylor was such an optimist until now. He's helped me through so much these last several days. I was glad to have him by my side. Now that I'm pretty sure that Ana is alive, I'm going to do everything within my power to find her.

There will be more, I promise. Stay tuned for Ana (Annie) and Christian's first meeting. It's going to completely turn the tables on him. Christian can't tell her who he really is, so he has to win her over all over again. Can he convince her that she loves him still?

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