A/n: hello, I wondered what would have happened if Ryan hadn't have managed to subdue Hyde. So here it is, chapter one. Any ideas are welcome on the story line; like if you think Hyde should kidnap her or not etc... I hope to update soon, and that you enjoy the chapter!

I cower in the back of the elevator.

"Ryan! Shit!" Sawyer exclaims. "Prescott we have a situation!"

She goes after Sawyer, gun drawn.

I lean against the elevator wall, unsure what to do, the alcohol fuzzing my brain. The wall is cool against my back, and I try to regain my composure.

The strawberry mojitos are threatening to resurface. I swallow, and raise a cold hand to my head.

I take a few deep breaths, calming my nerves. What the hell is going on? I can't just stand here. I bite my lip and walk forward, tentatively, out of the elevator.

I slowly, silently, walk towards the great room, adrenaline pumping through my body. Each step seems to take a life time, and does nothing to ease my shaking limbs.

My eyes open wider then I thought possible, and my breath catches in my throat as I see the scene before me.

Ryan is on the floor, Prescott kneeling beside him, gun drawn, head darting around the room looking for any sign of movement. Sawyer is nowhere to be seen.

My eyes quickly dart around the mess of what was once the great room, and I close my eyes for a moment.

Opening them, I move forward, my footsteps attracting Prescotts attention.

"Mrs Grey I am going to have to ask you to go to the panic room," Her voice is barely audible.

"Is... is Ryan... OK?" I mutter, stumbling over my words in shock. From where I now stand I can see him, though his face is barely visible due to the blood. Any remaining colour drains from my face. This is all my fault...

"He's alive, just unconscious. Now please, to the panic room. I will carry you if you don't go willingly," Her voice is just loud enough to hear. I make no effort to move, I can't, I'm frozen to the spot. "I don't think its wise if you make me leave my current position Mrs Grey."

I nod weakly, and shake myself to my senses. It will make their jobs easier if I can get out of their way.

I turn and slowly walk back the way I came, heading for Taylor's office. I try to remain focused and alert as I wonder back the way I had just came. The alcohol makes me sleepy, and the given situation is just making me want to curl up in Christians lap and pretend none of this is happening.

Wait, Christian has Leila's gun in his study, if I was armed, I could help! I would also feel a hell of a lot safer if I had a gun as well.

I make a dash for it, ignoring Prescott's shocked look. "Gun," I whisper to her as I make for the study. She stands and creeps towards me, gun pointing in every direction as she follows me, walking backwards.

I see the door and smile, and reach out for it, hands grazing against the handle.

Before I have a chance to grasp the door handle, someone grabs my hand, pulling me to them, twisting me in the process. I let out a small, shocked scream, and Prescott instantly spins round, her expression a mixture of shock and horror. She's probably scared she has lost her job.

"Whore," He whispers in my ear. Hyde...? I feel his hand holding me roughly around my middle. The other hand presses the cool metal of a gun to my head. I try to wriggle in his grasp, but he holds me tighter, digging his fingers into my stomach.

"How...? Why...?" I whisper, shocked.

"Remember me?" I feel his smirk against my ear.


How dare she defy me. She promised.

Being stuck on this plane for the last however many hours has certainly not improved my mood. Airborne, with no way to contact Sawyer and make sure my errant wife is safe. It was never going to soothe anything.

I stood and began to pace the length of the plane. I walked slowly at first, taking big footsteps, but as my impatience increases, so does my pace.

Why is the flight back always longer then the flight there?

I sigh and run my hands through my hair. Why does she have to be so damn defiant! She has no regard for her own safety. That lunatic is out there, hell bent on revenge, and she sits in a bar right by his old workplace.

Taylor shoots me a sympathetic look, but knows better then to say anything. We sit in a heated silence. Why did she wait till I was 2413 miles away to defy me... so I would cool down by the time I got to her? I should never have told her I was an in the moment type of man.

I sigh. Well I bet she didn't count on me flying back, in the moment. And being mad, so mad! This plane was just amplifying the anger.

What I wouldn't do to turn them arse cheeks of hers bright red right now.

"Hello, if you wouldn't mind taking your seat and putting on your seatbelt, we will be going in to land shortly," Natalia said, nervous. I nod at her, and sit down. Taking a deep breath I buckle the seatbelt, and smile slightly to myself. What I wouldn't do to be strapping Mrs Grey into something right now.


"Put the gun down or I blow the gold digging whores head off." He instructs Prescott. I try to steady my breathing, and think about what to do.

Prescott looks lost, but doesn't move. Hyde moves the gun away from my head and shoots at the floor in front of Prescott. I close my eyes momentarily in shock. He must have put a silencer on the gun, or my ears would be bleeding right now.

By the time I open my eyes, mere moments later, the gun is pressed back against my temple. This time warmer. However Prescott does not make any effort to put the gun on the floor.

"Maybe I won't shoot you, I did have much bigger plans," He whispers, stroking my face with the gun, sending my memory back to that day in the kitchen, him stroking his knuckles across my skin. I shudder.

"Ok, you called my bluff, but I will shoot YOU if you don't put the gun down!"

Prescott's eyes steel over, but she remains still. She can't shoot him, he's using me as a shield. I don't understand why she doesn't obey him.

"3...2..." She still doesn't move. "...1" I feel him smile, and the gun moves from my temple, but this time no warning shot is fired. She lets out a scream as the bullet buries itself into her leg. But still, she remains standing, gun in hand, albeit slightly lopsided.

"You don't give up do you." Hyde sighs, shooting her once again. This time he catches her in the arm, forcing her to drop the gun.

Her face distorts in pain, and she slowly lowers herself to the floor. Her pantsuit is covered in her blood.

"That's better," He smirks, bringing the gun back to me once more. I feel his hands relax, his fingers no longer tightly pushing into my abdomen. I take a deep breath. Where did Sawyer go?

I hear footsteps, and Hyde tightens his grip on me.

"How many of these lackeys does he want to have watching you? Doesn't matter I still found a way through!" He laughs out loud. Sawyer appears, gun drawn. His lips are tight, and all colour is missing from his skin. "I will have my revenge," He whispers into my ear, biting it hard. I screw my face up in pain. He releases my ear. "PUT THE GUN DOWN!" Sawyer does as asked. "Where is the illusive Mr Grey tonight? Away on business?" He addressing us all.
No one replies, the room deadly silent. He stamps on my foot and I gasp in shock.

"ANSWER ME YOU GOLD DIGGING WHORE!" He yells. I nod, and I feel his smirk against my cheek. "Well who will be courteous enough to call him? I feel like having a little conversion with the big man. Let him know what has occurred in his absence."

No one moves.

"CALL HIM!" he takes the gun and fires another shot at the floor, this time barely missing my foot. "I have no problem with you having a few pieces of lead in you. Plans can easily change."

Sawyer pull his phone out, flipping it open, and puts it to his ear.

"Loudspeaker," He growls. The ringing echoes around the room. "If he doesn't answer, I want you to leave him a message. Each time we try to call, and he doesn't answer, I'll take out my annoyance on his wife. I'll make sure he hears her screams on the voice mail."

The phone beeps, and Christians voice pours into the room. Voice mail... I brace myself, feeling strength from hearing his voice, calm and cool. Even if the message was pre-recorded. He won't hear me scream.

"Mr Grey, Mr Hyde is in the apartment and has Mrs Grey... he wants to speak to you, and each time you don't answer the phone, he's going to inflict pain onto Mrs Grey..." Sawyer speaks into the phone as instructed. "He is going to make sure you hear the screams..."

Sawyer's face is pale, although his voice sounds strong.

"Hello Mr Grey," Hyde smiles. "It seems you didn't answer the phone. Such a shame." He smacks me over the head with the gun. Sawyer growls, and I screw my eyes shut. I will not scream. "Oh it seems she doesn't want you to hear her cries... Should I hit her again? Should I do it harder?" I hear the happiness in his voice. He is enjoying this. I shudder. "Shame you couldn't come to the phone to help me decide."

The next blow comes, hard and fast, hitting me in the same place. At the same moment he punches me in the stomach, hard. A small scream involuntarily escapes my lips, he took me by surprise. I frown at my weakness, feeling the blood change direction, moving faster, as my forehead crinkles.

"Lets hope you answer the phone next time." He signals for Sawyer to hang up. "Shall we call again?" I feel his smirk against my cheek.