A/N: So... as you can see if you are rereading this, there have been some changes in this story. Christian was too soft of a character, and I didn't like it!


"Sir... she's been in your room with the door locked for an hour now. I think she's crying." Taylor said to Christian. Christian continued to sit at his breakfast bar, confusion setting in. Once he had asked what she had been looking for, Miss Steele had become hysterical, running into his bedroom and locking the door.

"Do you think it was wrong of me to lie Taylor?" Christian looked up at his CPO with a quirked eyebrow.

"No sir. A young woman like that... carrying such a high value item... completely afraid when she can't find it. I think she's in trouble."

"Yes... that's what I thought as well." Christian ran his fingers through his copper hair, a sign that he was becoming anxious. "I can't have her here when Angie gets here. She won't know what to think."

"Sir." Taylor said in agreement. "I have her other belongings here if you'd like to take a look."

Christian needed to figure this out, and so he reached into the bag grabbing the first thing he felt, a phone. A basic flip phone, an older model and it had looked like it had taken a beating. Fifty two text messages. Forty missed calls.

A text message at 10:42:

Steele where the fuck r u?!

Another at 10:46

We r getting really worried Steele!

Another at 10:52

Ana plz pick up ur phone!

On and on they went until he felt the phone vibrate in his hand.

8:41am
Ana they think u took the diamond. boss is pissed. plz call me.

The phone rang just a moment later. Christian picked it up as Taylor shook his head at him.

"Anastasia Steele..." The voice, cold and bitter spoke from the phone. "I know you're there... if you took my diamond, I will find you. And I will kill you."

Christian hung up the phone quickly, removed the battery and threw it across the counter. "Fucking shit!" He yelled, and Taylor looked at him questioningly.

"Sir... what did they say?"

"Taylor... I think we have found ourselves in a mighty fine mess..."


Ana finally had calmed down, her eyes staring blankly at the opposite wall.

"This might not be so bad..." She whispered to herself. "It might be nice to finally be out of this mess."

She jumped as the lock to the door slowly moved and the door opened. In came Mr. Grey in all of his glory. He looked angrier than hell.

He crouched to her level, cupping her chin with his long fingers. She breathed in his scent... it was musky.

"I just had a quite interesting conversation with someone on your cell phone. Now... i'm going to ask you this once. What the hell is going on Ana?!" Mr. Grey raised his voice, and she raised an eyebrow at him. How the hell did he know her name?

"You picked up my phone? Oh god..." Ana tugged her head from his soft hands and she stood quickly, pacing back in forth, her arms crossed over her chest. "I don't even want to know what they said...I need to leave. Thank you for all of your help.." She looked up at Mr. Grey and he stared at her with concern in his eyes.

"Ana... are you sure I can't help you? If you're in trouble..." He began, but she put up a hand to stop him.

"I have to go." She repeated, and without a word he led her to the door.

Miss Anastasia Steele left, mentally preparing herself for what she would have to face.


Ana's new boots clicked against the pavement. She was sure she was being followed, but by who, she didn't know. She had to get to the safe house, and so she retraced her steps.

It hadn't always been this way. She had only stolen to help herself out... food... clothes, simple things like that. It wasn't until almost a year ago that she had found herself in yet another bad situation that left her with few choices.

Eleven months ago.

"Please... please just let me go. I didn't know I was stealing from you..." Ana cried, tears streaking her face. Her brown hair lay matted atop of her head, her fingernails caked with dirt.

The man before her fixed the cuff of his suit. His earring gleamed from the little light in the room. "I'm surprised you surpassed my security...five guards... three dogs... a state of the art alarm system. Tell me, what were you trying to accomplish?"

Ana let out another cry. She was cold... so cold. She had been in this concrete cellar for two days until the owner of the home had returned. She had consumed nothing but bread and water. "Please... please..."

"ANSWER ME." His voice rang out and she looked up at him. His red tinged hair was held back with a hair tie, and he looked capable of evil things.

"You had a big house... I saw you leave. I thought I could take some food... and no one would know. You can just buy more!"

She heard his hand strike her face before she felt it. But slowly, the pain came stinging into her ear. "AH!"

"Do you know who I am you filth?!" He grabbed her by the arm, tugging her up to be face to face with him. He pushed her roughly against the wall, pinning both arms over her head. "You know... I think you could be quite beautiful all cleaned up..." He pushed his nose into her neck and she cringed as he said the words she didn't know would change her life, "I think i'll keep you."

She had found out shortly after that he was Jack Hyde, a crime boss in Seattle. In the public eye, he was a stout businessman though no one could figure out exactly the business he carried on. In his privacy however, he was a monster. He had molded Ana into what he needed her to be: a stealth thief, working only with the other victims he found. She had fallen prey to him, but not by choice.

She walked through the alley once more, shuddering as she looked around her. The alley was empty aside from strewn pieces of trash. Ana's eyes rested on the security hatch, and she opened it, sliding inside. There, she found another cell phone, hidden beneath trash. She flipped it open, and dialed the only number there, the number for her transport.

Twenty minutes later there was a knock on the hatch, and it opened to reveal a tall Hispanic man. He was handsome, tan skinned and dark haired, muscular and strong. "Ana!" Immediately she was swept into a hug, not even having a chance to completely leave the safe house. "Adios mio Ana! We were so scared!" Jose, the transport guy, was her closest male friend. She knew he had wanted more, but in this life... there was no room for more.

"Jose... relax. Please, I need to see Jack." She pushed herself away from him, and he raised a brow questioningly at her outfit. She shook her head and began to walk to the van that she knew would be parked just a few feet away.


The apartment was empty aside from Mr. Christian Grey. Taylor had disappeared into his security office and Christian sat at his breakfast bar with a glass of wine and a sparkling gem before him. Mrs. Jones had been dismissed for the night.

The diamond looked like anything other diamond albeit it was very large. He twisted it in his fingers knowing there was some type of trouble associated with it.

What was a girl like her... doing with a trinket like this...

Another mouthful of wine and he lifted the diamond to the light. Almost flawless. The diamond cast light on the walls, becoming a temporary disco ball for the room.

He heard the clear of a throat and turned his head to see Taylor standing at the doorway to the kitchen.

"Sir, Sawyer has just given report on Miss Steele." said Taylor.

Almost immediately after Ana had left, Christian had barked orders at Taylor to have her followed. Someone was not right, and he needed to put his finger on it.

Christian finished the last of his wine. "Go ahead."

"It seems Miss Steele had returned to the alley and had disappeared through some sort of hatch. She was then picked up by someone in a van. Sawyer had followed them until they had pulled into a pretty large home."

"I need to call Welch. We need to get this looked at." Christian lifted the diamond in front of Taylor who let out a low whistle.

"That's a big rock sir. I'll get him on it."

While Taylor handled that, Christian had other plans and minutes later he was speaking into his phone.

"I need you to find out some information on a Miss Ana Steele."