Hey everyone, this is another chapter but in Christian's point of view this time. Tell me what you think of it. Enjoy xx

CPOV

I rifle through the piles and piles of paperwork on my desk. For God sake's where is it? It has to be here. It just has to. After all I was the one that told Taylor to get me all the information required and I put them on this desk.

I sigh loudly and sit down in my black leather seat, rest my elbows on the desk, and just put my head in my hands. Why did I let this happen? Why?! I am the CEO of Grey House Enterprise Inc. Christian Grey, and I let something like this happen to my son. What kind of father am I? I was supposed to protect everyone in my family. But I let this slip through my fingers. This one thing that I thought was not important turned out to be extremely important and I lost my son.

A loud knock on my door brings me back to my bleary reality.

''Come in.'' my voice sounds so tired and with no purpose at all. I can't hear the powerful Christian in them words at all. Everything is falling apart and I can't fix it!

''Sir?'' Taylor's voice drags my eyes towards him. I nod to encourage him to continue. ''We have checked every hospital there could possibly be in America, me and the rest of the security team made sure that nothing was missed out. But we didn't find anyone of the name Theodore Grey registered in any of them hospitals.'' He stands there, with his hands behind his back, looking at me. There is something different in his look. He looks sympathetic like he understands what I am going through. But that just can't be the truth, no one understand what I am feeling right now. I just lost my son…

''Any news from Sawyer?'' after all he was the one in charge of the search group I sent out to look for my Ted, so maybe there is something there?

Taylor shakes his head. ''No, Sir. I am sorry but there is nothing new that was found besides the note.'' What note? And why wasn't I informed?!

''What note?'' I snap at him.

I see him shrinking on the spot. ''Didn't Sawyer tell you, Sir?'' I slam my hands on the desk, get up, and walk towards the window. Calm down Grey. But how the fuck can I calm down when people are not giving me any information.

''No, Taylor. No one has informed me of this note. So can I please get some information about it before I fire your ass and everyone else's''

''I'm sorry, Sir. But I wasn't aw-''

I cut him off. I really don't care what his excuse is for not telling me this important information I just want someone to fucking tell me it! ''I couldn't care less about what your excuse is to why I don't have that information, Taylor, but can you please just tell me.'' I turn my head towards him, waiting for him to finally say something. He reaches in his trousers pocket and takes out a piece of paper. He then holds it in front of him and begins to read it…

''I am finally leaving. I am leaving for good. She will help me. Ted Grey.''

My eyes widen in shock, my lips in a firm line, I have no idea what to say to that. Why did he write this? And why would he leave? Who is this 'she'? Is he still alive? Is there still hope? Grey there is still hope and you are going to hold on to it.

''When did you find that?'' I ask him.

''We found it in Heathman hotel.'' Why the hell would he be there for?

''So you checked all the hotels as well, I see.''

''Yes, Sir. We asked the receptionist at Heathman about Theodore Grey and when he registered. And she said that last month on the twenty third of January he signed out.''

''So how did you find the note when this was over a month ago?' I ask confused.

''In the lost property section in the hotel. The receptionist said that they found a bag, and that's the first real clue we found in it.'' He answers.

''Can you bring me the bag and everything that was in it, by tomorrow.'' I snap at him again.

''Of course, Sir. And we also found one more thing…'' I nod at him to continue. ''…we looked at the cameras that were around the hotel and we found Theodore getting in a car with… some women.' I walk towards my desk and pick up my phone dialling Barney's number. I know it's late but I also know that he will answer.

He immediately answers, just like I was expecting. ''Yes, Sir?''

''Can you send me all the camera footage from the Heathman from the last month?''

''Certainly Sir, but it will take some time.'' Anger starts to boil inside of me. I don't do waiting, especially when it comes to Ted.

''You have till tomorrow morning.'' I inform him and hang up. I run my hands through my hair not knowing what else to do; I walk round my desk, and sit down again.

''You can go now, Taylor.'' I tell him without looking at him.

''We'll find him, Sir.'' And he goes, closing the door behind him. I look at my blank computer screen, just as blank as my thoughts are right now. My fingers hover over the keyboard, ready to search something, anything, but I don't.

''Where the fuck are you, Ted?'' I ask myself. I can't believe that he would leave, where is he? And who is that women? But the main question is 'why would he decide to leave?' That's what my conscience keeps asking me as soon as Taylor read the note.

I just don't understand, and that is very rare for me, I always understand everything. But in this situation I feel completely helpless. Like I can't do anything right, I blame myself for everything. Why wouldn't I? After all I should have been more aware of Ted's situation and this maybe would have never happened. No I am sure it would never happen as I would have close protection on him twenty four-seven.

Why didn't I?!

I drag my eyes away from the computer screen and I am now staring at our family photo on my desk. Me…Anastasia…Phoebe… and Teddy… I gently pick it up as if I might break it or something and just continue staring at it. Ted… looks so happy and sure of himself just like everyone else does in this photo. I want to reverse time, right to this moment, where all of us look so happy. I miss those moments so much. Can we ever be this happy again? I place the photo down and brush my fingers over it, smiling at the memory.

I start thinking again of what move I will do next in order to find Ted, but sudden sound of music stops me. Slow and very sad tune is playing from the living room. There is only one other person in this house that can play the piano besides me, Phoebe.

I leave everything as it is, without moving anything; I get up and go in search of the song she is playing. The tune sounds so familiar, like I heard it before, but I don't know where from. I walk down the corridor, quietly, so that I am not heard by Phoebe. The melody is so sad; each note she plays is so perfect and sounds so gentle all at the same time. All the sounds that the piano is making are sensational, and everything combines into one extraordinary song. My girl can play so well.

I stand in the door frame of the living room door, and lean against it, watching her. The first emotion that she hits me with is hurt, and then pain. It is written all over her face and the way she is playing this song. This song that I seem to know the lyrics to in my head, where do I know it from?

I can't take my eyes off my beautiful girl; it does something to me… like it breaks me apart even more seeing my baby in so much pain. She lost her brother, what do you expect? Well I didn't expect this to happen at all, especially to us.

The moon is shining through the glass windows, reflecting its light from the piano. I hear the song restarting again. She does the same thing as me, which is start playing one song and getting lost in all the emotions, and thoughts that the song is creating and start playing it again and again and again…

This is Ted's song.

Now I know.

I drag my eyes away from her as soon as I notice movement in the corner of my right eye… Anastasia…

Looking just as beautiful and just as perfect as she always does, but just like Phoebe hurt and pain is visible all over her small frame. She is shaking gently as she takes in what is right in front of her, walking closer to the source of music. Her feet carefully touching each wooden tile so she doesn't make a sound.

But then she stops, as if she is absorbing the song in, like she recognised it. Her bright blues shinning, full with tears, her lips trembling as she listens to the song for longer. I need to comfort her…

I walk towards her and once I'm there I whisper ''Wow.'' I see her jump back a little. ''Sorry I didn't mean to scare you.'' I whisper again and put my right hand around her back.

''I know.'' Her voice so soft and full of hurt, she takes a deep breath in and adds. ''She is just as talented as her father.'' I smirk at her. Knowing she is right, I taught Phoebe to play from a young age and I know how capable she is.

We look into each other's eyes, as if looking for some kind of reassurance in each other, to show each other that we still care, and that we are still here for each other no matter what. My lips curve into a smile, as I still see hope and I still believe. Her rosy lips gently lifting into a weak smile. She sees hope too- I think.

The music suddenly stops and mine and Anastasia's eyes look towards Phoebe. She is sitting there, with her head in her hands, her body shaking from her tears. She just cries and cries unable to stop. She is in so much pain and I am unable to help her. Phoebe…

Ana breaks free from my hold, and walks towards her, with purpose. There's my beautiful and strong wife. She is still capable to be so strong even in situations like this. She is my everything, she is the reason I still have hope about Ted, she made me live again, she made me see love. And I will find Ted no matter what I'll have to do, and if I find some fucker involved in his disappearance then they will meet a very angry side of me. They'll be dead.

My phone starts vibrating in my pocket, bringing me back to here and now, I take it out, and answer it.

''Grey.'' I start walking back to my study.

''Sir, its Barney here.'' I finally get there and sit down with my pen in my hand ready to write something down.

''What have you got for me?'' I ask.

''Sir, I found something in the camera footage, the women… and I don't think you will like it.''

''What is it?'' I ask impatiently.