Before you read this, I just have one thing to say... Well, maybe a couple. First off, I told you readers in my summary what this story is going to contain. If you don't like it, then simply don't read it. The flames I've received so far, I'm sorry but they've made me laugh. Not in a maniac type of way, but just that they show their disgust... I didn't make you read my story. I'm sorry that I had Ana think about Christian while she is in such a horrible situation. I, myself have never been in any of them so I do not know what goes on in their minds. But, I will say this, this is fanfiction where anything can go. Yes, I didn't have my facts straight, I'm sorry, but other than that, I do not know what to tell you. I'm expanding in my writing and as it may be a touchy subject to write about, I'm not going to stop. I like the emotions written in a story and that's what I try to achieve in my own stories. I have morbid thoughts and like to unleash them. I do not wish for any of this to happen in read life. A crazy person would. But I only write it for my own joy. Don't like it... Don't f-ing read it. I'm just trying to write here and it may not be the right site to use, but it's one I know. I'm proud in the work I write. I am hoping one day that I get even better that I don't even think about these morbid thoughts and have a great story. But, every one has to start somewhere and with something.

I leave it at that. To all of you that flame stories, keep on doing it. It's not going to stop me from writing. I'll just make me want to write more regardless if it is a story that contains fluff, sex, rape, or something else. Hopefully in the future I'll write another Fifty Shades story that doesn't contain this kind of stuff. But, other than that little rant, I'm done. I do thank all of my other readers whether you love the story or saying nice things or actually helping. I really do appreciate you guys.

Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own the Fifty Shades book series nor any of its characters.

Chapter Ten

Ana's POV

My heart hammered in my chest as I faced my captor who held me at gun point. I felt frozen to the spot in the middle of the room and could only stare wide eye.

Jack was breathing heavily and he managed to put his now injured dick back into his pants but there was blood all over his jeans. He was half standing, half leaning on the desk for support. His free hand was hovering over his injury but his other hand was wavering with the gun and he had a wild look about him.

"Maybe I should just kill you now," He spat and his eyes narrowed. "Leave your body here to rot and escape. No one would know."

It took a moment for something to come to me, "Wh-what about the money?" I asked, knowing fully well he was in it for the money and making me suffer.

"I think you being dead would be an even better prize to win." And I saw it. Jack's hold on the gun tightened and for a minute, I was frozen in fear, watching in horror as Jack pulled the trigger on the gun that was trained at me.

I don't know how it happened, but I was able to move out of the way of the bullet just in time. But I wasn't fast enough and felt the excruciating pain at my side. Instead of falling to the floor, I dashed to the side and made a run at Jack, much to his surprise. I didn't know why I did it, or what I was thinking, but it happened. I threw myself at the man that became my number one hated man in all times, and managed to knock him to the ground. A noise escaped from the both of us and we landed on the ground, the gun skittering across the room.

My side screamed in agony from the fall. I gasped out loud and the sides of my vision began to darken. From the corner of my eye, I saw Jack crying in pain from his own wound. But then I saw him trying to locate the gun. My instincts came into play, remembering something Rae had taught me. Never leave the enemy with the upper hand. If I pass out now, then Jack would take the gun and kill me. Then what would happen.

Crying out in pain, I stumble to my knees and somehow crawled over to the gun before Jack could even move out of his fetal position. I grabbed the gun and aimed it at him, my arm shaking. "Don't even think about it, Jack," I managed to wheeze. My free hand grabbed my injured side and I bit my cheek to prevent from crying out again. I felt warmth seep in between my fingers and my hold tightened as the pain intensified by my touch.

Despite my warning, Jack started to uncurl and turned his murderous eyes on me. He reached a hand out to help him to stand up, but I didn't hesitate and pulled the trigger. I heard him cry out and saw him clutch his leg.

"You bitch!" He screamed. "You fucking bitch!"

I kept the gun raised. I was frozen again and breathing heavily. My eyes never left Jack and I could see the room getting dark again.

Before I could close my eyes and let the darkness take over, I heard a loud noise, as if someone had opened the door with enough force to have it slam on the wall. I frowned but didn't move. Who could that be? Was there someone else in the house besides us? Fear crept through me. How was I going to-

"Mrs. Grey?" A familiar voice came from the area the door was. The familiar voice had a calming tone that I suddenly felt safe. Within seconds, I felt a hand on my shoulder and I flinched. I tried to move, to get away, but the hand appeared in my line of vision and gently came to a rest on the gun. The hand was warm and for some reason, I felt my grip slacken. The new person took notice and took the gun away from me.

I blinked and turned my head to the person and couldn't stop the tears from flowing down my face. Taylor was watching me with concern eyes.

"T-Taylor." I whispered.

Taylor offered me a small smile and nodded his head. "It's okay, Mrs. Grey; we're going to get you out of here."

"We?" I looked around the room and noticed that there was more. Sawyer ran to my side and Ryan and Reynolds went straight for Jack. Each one of them had guns drawn.

"Mrs. Grey," Sawyer came to a stop in front of me, blocking my view from my kidnapper. I didn't look at him but suddenly felt an uneasiness wash over me. If Taylor hadn't been next to me, I would be on the floor. But he caught me and held me in his arms. Sawyer's concern voice echoed my own thoughts, "We need to get her to the hospital."

Taylor's POV

He glanced down at Ana and had to keep his anger in check. He didn't know what Jack did to her, but it was enough evidence that he did something. She was covered in old blood and many wounds littered her body and had scabbed up. Her side was drenched in blood, hers he was assuming, and she was starting to lose consciousness. He glanced up and saw his other men near Jack, yelling at him and then binding him up with handcuffs.

"Sawyer," Taylor turned to him, "Go start the car." Said name nodded and disappeared from the room.

Looking down, he put an arm around Ana and said, "I'm going to pick you up now, Mrs. Grey." He barely heard her make a noise before he picked her up as gently as possible, ignoring her cry of protest, and carried her bridal style out of the room. He knew his other two men were going to call an ambulance and then meet up with him at the hospital. He didn't know how, but they'd find a way.

Quickly, he walked down the hallway of the empty house and made it to the broken front door where Reynolds had kicked it in to open it. He stepped outside into the afternoon sunlight and saw the SUV's side door already opened with Sawyer in the driver's side, car running.

Nearly running down the driveway, he made it to the car and was about to put Ana in the back seat and then go to the front, but she clutched his shirt and wouldn't release him.

"Mrs. Grey," He said, trying to get her to let him go. "Mrs. Grey, you need to let go so I can put you in the car."

"P-please," she gasped and her eyes fluttered opened, "do-don't leave m-me." Her eyes were barely opened for a second before they drew shut again.

Taylor's heart nearly broke but he kept a straight face and his grip on her tightened. "I won't, Mrs. Grey." As best as he could, he climbed into the back seat and held Ana in his arms, hugging her to bring her comfort. As soon as he closed the door, Sawyer shot down the street, heading towards the nearest hospital.

Fishing his phone out, Taylor dialed a familiar number and held the device to his ear. On the first ring, Christian answered.

"Sir, we have her."

"Where are you?"

"We're heading to the hospital right now, sir. Mrs. Grey is in need of medical assistance."

"What about Hyde?"

"Ryan and Reynolds are with him now, waiting for the police to show up and then they'll be escorting the fucker to the hospital."

There was a pause on the other line and then a sigh of relief. "Can I speak to Ana?"

Taylor looked down and realized she was asleep. A frown was on her face and her eyes were still producing tears. Without waking her, he muttered to his boss that she wasn't conscious.

"How bad is she?" Christian asked and Taylor could detect the fear laced in with his words.

He paused for a second and glanced Ana over before saying, "She... It doesn't look good sir."

At first nothing was said until Christian said, "I'll meet you at the hospital, Taylor." And then he hung up.

He sighed and slipped the phone back into his pocket. His grip on Ana tightened and he looked up and noticed Sawyer was doing 45 to get out of the neighborhood. He turned to look out the window, watching the colors blur with one another. Within seconds, they left the small neighborhood and turned onto the frontage road. As soon as the car got onto the highway, Sawyer sped up and went twenty over the speed limit.

Suddenly, a sigh of relief escaped from Taylor. They did it; they found Ana and saved her from Jack's clutches. Now he just needed complete the mission, to reunite her with Christian.

Within minutes, the hospital came into view. Ana remained quiet the whole time, only a few whimpers coming out of her every now and then. Quickly, Sawyer pulled up to the curb on the ER side and without turning the car off, he ran around the side to open the door to help Taylor.

"Nnn," Ana cried in her sleep when Taylor shifted her so they could get out of the car.

"We're here, Mrs. Grey, we're at the hospital. We're going to get you some help."

"Taylor!" A voice yelled off in the distance and said name looked up and found Christian running towards them.

Christian's POV

Christian was pacing near the wall to the entrance of the hospital's ER wing. His family was nearby waiting impatiently for their beloved Ana to come, either talking among themselves or waiting in silence. As soon as he had gotten the call from Taylor, everyone got in their cars and rushed over to the hospital. Grace already had some of her coworkers waiting near them, a bed with wheels resting next to them. They had all been out here for at least fifteen minutes. Fifteen agonizing minutes.

Just as he was checking his phone for the time, the sound of screeching brakes sounded and when he looked up, he found his SUV idling next to the curb and without a minute to spare, the side door was opening. He saw Sawyer run around the car and helped with the opening of the door and then stood aside. Taylor awkwardly climbed out of the car and in his arms was Ana.

"Taylor!" Christian yelled and without thinking, dashed across the pavement to his crew and wife. His eyes, however were glued to his wife and the dark red that stained her whole body. Behind him, he heard the hospital staff began to trail after him.

"Mr. Grey," Taylor greeted his boss and then shifted Ana. A small moan escaped from her and Christian came to a stop in front of his men. His demeanor changed and a fearful look filled him at the sight of his wife. His heart pounded in his chest. "She's losing blood," Taylor quickly said and his boss held his arms out to take his wife. But, just as Taylor began to shift her, he felt a sudden hold and looked down to find both of Ana's fists in his shirt. She clung on to him for dear life.

"What happened?" Christian managed to get out, his throat wanting to close up from the overwhelming emotions he was feeling.

"I don't know, sir. All I know is Hyde shot her."

Horror was written all over Christian's face before the anger began to set in. But before it could take over, one simple whimper from Ana made the anger evaporate and his attention became focused on her again.

"Mrs. Grey," Taylor gently said to her while keeping his voice light as if he was talking to a newborn. "It's okay, we're here." But no movement was made. Her eyes remained closed and a frown was on her face. She was breathing heavily and a small shake began to come from her. "Ana," he tried again and noticed her fists tightened in his shirt.

"Let me," Christian said and gently laid a hand on his wife's arm. She flinched and he had to hold back the tears that threatened to be produced from her fear. He tucked an arm under her legs to replace Taylor's and whispered only loud enough for the three to hear, "Baby, it's okay. You're safe. It's me."

And that was enough.

Slowly, Ana opened her eyes and she titled her head so that she could see. Her eyes didn't search for long and they came to a rest on his grey ones. At first, no movement was made and then her eyes widened and they filled with tears. Almost immediately, she released her savior and Christian didn't wait a second before he completely took hold of her and took a step back. He cradled her in his arms as if she was a newborn that he wanted to protect from the world. But when he looked up, he couldn't help but notice Taylor's shirt, a big red spot covering his shirt from where Ana had been leaning against him. Ana's blood. Her life force was slowly being taken from her and even with a shirt, nothing was stopping it. She was losing blood, and fast. Would she die of blood loss?

"C-Christian."

Said name tore his gaze away from the blood and his depressing thoughts and looked down, his eyes softening when his eyes met the beautiful blue ones that he had missed.

"Ana," He muttered. "I've missed you." He gave her a gentle yet firm squeeze that sort of resembled a hug and bent down and kissed her forehead. Before he could get too carried away, he turned around and didn't have to move far when the hospital staff was there, the bed waiting next to them.

"Put her here," One of the nurses said.

At first he was resenting letting his precious wife go and to be taken from him again, but one of the other nurses stepped forward and said with an urgent but calming voice, "We will do everything we can to help you be reunited with her as soon as possible. But first, you must let her go so we can do our job. She needs serious medical attention."

Christian glanced down and found Ana unconscious again. His gut clenched tightly and he was lost. He didn't want to let her go. He didn't want to be away from her. Not again. But, they were right; she needed medical attention. Slowly, he managed to lay Ana down on the bed and stepped to the side, not realizing that his white shirt now had a big red spot in the middle. Just like Taylor's.

In seconds, the nurses and doctor rushed away from the crowd to the entrance of the hospital to get some help. Grace joined them, helping in every way she could. And as they were getting further and further away, Christian could feel his insides being thrown into chaos.

"—tain…."

"Christian!" He turned to his left and found Elliot at his side. He grabbed his arm and gently said, "Let's head inside and wait for Ana there." All Christian could do was nod his head and be led to the doors like a child who was lost and needed to be walked to class.

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Until next time!

I've been waiting to write this chapter months before I even started writing the whole story. I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing this chapter. Thank you!

Oh, and I'm planning on maybe two more chapters. I haven't really decided yet. But, just to give you that heads up.