A/N: Before I begin, this story is an AU OOC story loosely based on Fifty Shades of Grey. Some things are the same... some are different. Either way, I do not own Fifty Shades of Grey, nor do I claim to. All original FSOG ideas belong to E.L. James. Enjoy.


Her feet pounded against the pavement, boots hitting asphalt with such a force she was sure she'd sink right through. She knew from the sounds echoing through the alley that there was no relent from her pursuers.

"Just a few more feet Ana. The safety hatch is on the left side of the alley, back behind the chain linked fence." The soft voice in her ear spoke, followed by static.

Tonight could be the end... The thought crossed her mind just as a black clad figure jumped out in front of her and though she tried to stop, she ran right into his open arms.

"You... were quite the chase... weren't you?" He spoke to her with a growl in his voice, and pushed and shoved against him.

How did you let this happen Anastasia?! What were you thinking?! Her own subconscious didn't even have the decency to say it's last good bye to her. This most certainly did not go to plan.

She was shoved to the ground, her arm cushioning her fall. Ow.. her backpack was torn roughly away from her. No... the diamond! Ana tried to focus her eyes to see her captors, but all she saw was black masks obscuring their faces.

"Get the fuck off of me!" She screamed, her boot hitting the groin of one of the men attempting to subdue her. She was rewarded with a slap to the face.

"Boys... we got it. He will be pleased..." She ignored the stinging on her face and saw the men holding the diamond.. her diamond.

Don't cry Ana... you were trained for this.

Another blow to the head and she saw her surroundings beginning to blur. Were more people coming to torture her? She saw figures running towards them.

Oh yes... they are going to make me pay...

"What the fuck?! It's an ambush!"

"Ma'am... ma'am...are you okay?!"

"Taylor! Help her!"

The voices were fading... fading...


Christian Grey sat on the black leather club chair facing opposite of the large California king bed. He stroked his chin with a long finger, his eyes focused on the figure passed out beneath his sheets.

His night had started off as dull as every other night, but oh how it had escalated. A simple dinner with business colleagues started off the night, and he wasn't surprised when they had expected him to pick up the tab. He was the richest man in all of Seattle after all. The night had continued with a walk through a nearby park where he attempted to clear his head. It was then that he heard the screams from a nearby alley.

"Get the fuck off of me!"

He knew the sound of a woman in distress, and he ran towards the noise closely followed by his personal security officer, Jason Taylor. When he had reached the noise, he had no time to even think about what he saw. A man holding a diamond, his other cronies holding a woman down and trying to beat her up. He couldn't even tell what she had looked like, but it was obvious she was the victim.

Now he sat, his diamond sitting in his safe, with the woman tucked away in his bed. She had groaned on her way over, mumbling something about someone named Kate. She hadn't even awoken when he had stripped her down and tucked her into bed.

She was absolutely beautiful, that he could see. Her chestnut her was spread around her head, her curves visible beneath the sheets. She began to stir, her eyes opening.


She woke slowly, blinking away the sleep in her eyes. Her surroundings came into view. She was laying in a bed... naked? No, partially naked. Around her were pristine white walls and before her sat the most gorgeous man she had ever laid her eyes on. His copper hair sat messy atop of his head, and his eyes were the same color as slate. Had she been captured? She must have... which meant she had to act.

She quickly jumped up, grabbing the sheet to keep herself wrapped and she ran towards the door. The door opened easily and she saw that the rest of the place she was in matched the room she just left. Pristine... white... very well kept.

"Ma'am... are you okay?" A tall, built man stepped in front of her. "You took quite a blow to the head last night..." The man was dressed impeccably, but she saw the telltale sign of a ear bud in his ear, the wire moving down to his suit collar. Was he a spy?

"Who.. who are you people?! Why did you take me here?!" She backed in the corner behind her while her mind worked quickly to plot her escape.

"Relax." Her head turned at the soft voice coming from the man who had been sitting across from her while she slept. He walked slowly towards her, dressed just as impeccably as the brute before her. "We found you knocked unconscious... we saved you."

Ana found this hard to believe. Of course this was a trick... a way to get information from her.

"I would like my clothes please.. i'd like to go home." She responded quietly, looking between both men.

"Your clothes were covered in blood... your blood... their blood, i'm not sure. I had Taylor fetch you some new ones." The gorgeous man replied, as if on cue, the brute handed her a bag with a name she had never seen. "Mrs. Jones, my housekeeper has disposed of your previous clothes."

"WHAT?!" Her voice rang loud. All of her equipment... her ear bud... her walkie... the diamond.

"Don't worry, we kept your personal belongings... now, why don't you change and perhaps we can talk?" With this he opened another door which led to the largest bathroom she had ever seen. She quickly ran inside, ignoring the muttering of the two men behind her.

Once the door was locked she took inventory of herself. The sheet dropped and her eyes wandered over the bruises and cuts that marred her skin. She ran her fingers through her hair, attempting to tame it in some way. Tentatively she opened the bag. Inside she found blue denim jeans, a black camisole and matching boots.

How did he know my size?

Without anything else to wear, she dressed herself and looked in the mirror.

"I need to get that diamond back..."


Christian waited at his breakfast bar for the mysterious stranger that he was sure would emerge at any moment. Mrs. Jones had fixed quite a breakfast with pancakes, eggs, bacon and fresh fruit plated on the counter top.

He was sure that this woman had been up to know good, but he wanted to be sure she at least wasn't being forced into it. Crystal had already left so he at least had time to figure this out.

As if on cue, the chestnut haired beauty walked into the kitchen and she certainly looked beautiful. The camisole fit her perfectly, and her waves hung down to her breasts. The jeans clung to her figure, accented by the black boots. Taylor certainly knew how to shop for a woman - something he never questioned.

"There she is.." Christian mumbled, and she looked at the food warily, her eyes narrowed. "Don't worry.. it's safe.. see?" He grabbed a piece of bacon, taking a bite.

She gave a small nod and sat a few spaces away from him.

"Who are you?" She said without looking to him. She grabbed one pancake, a scoop of eggs and two pieces of bacon. Christian frowned.

"You may call me Mr. Grey. And you?"

"You may call me Miss Steele." She looked at him, raising a brow with a small smirk.

Christians frown deepened. She is a goddess... He shook his head, the thought leaving his mind. He watched as she ate silently, and his fingers tapped against his breakfast bar.

"Why did you bring me here?" She blurted out, turning towards him with a piece of bacon in her hand.

His eyebrows raised, "Should I have just left you in the street to die?"

"I've been through worse."

This interested him, but for the moment he ignored it. "Do you have a place to call home?"

"Yes.." She responded, eating the last of her bacon. "But I will need my belongings back before I go."

"Oh yes. TAYLOR." He barked towards the foyer, and in moments Taylor appeared holding a bag.

"Ma'am." He said as he approached her, placing the bag before her.

Like a frenzied animal she dug through the bag. A moment later she jumped from her chair and as swift as any of the trained military members her hired she moved towards him, her hand grabbing his tie and pulling him towards her. He wasn't too worried, because in just a moment Taylor had pulled both of her arms back tugging her away from him.

"WHERE IS IT?!" She screamed, kicking and moving to free herself.

Christian sat in shock, his mouth dropped open. He knew what she was looking for, and was beginning to feel how important it was, but he had been trying to show her his hospitality and she attempted to attack him.

"Where is what?" He said, standing and walking towards her his arms crossed. Hostility began to radiate from him.


The diamond is gone...

They are going to kill me...

Where is the diamond?!

"Where is what?" Mr. Grey asked her, and she was too hysterical to respond. She let her body weight take her down as the weight of the situation washed upon her.

They are going to kill me...


A/N: Well, I hope you liked my first chapter! Not too much explained, but more will be in the upcoming chapters. :)