Well, I had thought I was going to update last night, but with two teenagers and a husband home it was a fight for computer time. So I just took a well needed rest night, but here is another chapter! Thanks again to everyone, please review. Hope you enjoy!

Chapter 11

ANA'S POV:

Mia's arrival brought me joy to have someone else I love here with me, but I also felt pain, as her fate is unknown as well. I can only assume what is going to happen, but I can also hope for the best. Grace and I told her what we knew so far, and about Christian. We fell asleep that night huddled close together all of us on the same bed. It was uncomfortable trying to fit all three of us on the bed, but I wouldn't have slept any other way. I needed their comfort as I knew they needed mine as well.

It's been a couple of days since Mia's arrival and nothing exciting has happened so far. The men have been down here to give us food and other things that were needed, and just yesterday they brought down a bunch of extra towels little blankets. I woke up this morning to another bowl of corn flakes and some orange juice. It's not a big breakfast that I usually get from Gail, but something to eat nonetheless.

As we ate our breakfast, Grace and Mia discussed with me the possibility of us trying to make a run for it. I'm not sure how close Taylor is to finding us, or if he's even on our trail. We have nothing on any of us they can track, and we are stuck in the middle of some woods who know where. We debated on it until we decide it wasn't worth it, as we were not in any position to overpower a group of men with weapons. I leaned back on my pillows trying to get comfortable. My back has been killing me for awhile now, and I try my best to alleviate the pain. I can see the look on Grace's face each time I wince in pain and try to move, I think she's worried that the time is near for the baby to come. I'm trying to hold out as much as I can, I don't want him to be born here in this dingy basement, but when the time comes there is nothing I can do about it.

I laid back and Mia propped my feet on her lap and started to rub them. Bless her, it's just what I needed, and I didn't have to ask. She kept talking to us as she rubbed the achiness away, just little things she knew, and did before she came here. She was a bit sullen with the thoughts of her ramblings, when she wondered what was going to happen now. I closed my eyes and kept listening, but I felt so tired. Grace noticed my drooping eyes and told me to just relax and get some sleep. So I listened to the good doctor and fell off to sleep.

GRACE'S POV:

I noticed Ana seems very tired this morning, she's been doing some tossing and turning most of the night. I believe the way her body has been the last couple days that it won't be long before my grandson decides to join this world. As much as I would love to meet him, I don't want him born just yet. There is still so much uncertainty as to what our future holds, but I know that we will know our fate once he is born. I'm just hoping for awhile longer, until someone comes to get us. Ana is fast asleep on the bed, and Mia laid down beside her, drifting off herself. I kept myself awake, just sitting on the end just going thru everything in my mind. I don't know exactly how long it has been since we've been here, but it feels too long. I am interrupted from my thoughts with the sound of Ana groaning in pain. I immediately go to her side and she opens her eyes. I just wish I could take this pain away, but the best I can do if give her some emotional comfort. Ana sat up and swung her legs over the side of the bed. She told me she needed to use the restroom and I helped her to stand. She made her way to the little room, holding her back. I can tell the pain is getting worse by the look on her face. I watched to make sure she made it in ok, then I took a look at Mia's sleeping form. I hate the thought that she is in this with us, and I'm afraid to lose my daughter as well. My attention is drawn back to the little bathroom as I heard Ana hollering out, "Grace!"

Oh no! Not now!

TAYLOR'S POV:

It's been a couple of days since Christian got the text from the man holding everyone captive. His instructions were simple, ten million dollars into a certain account. Welch has tried to track down the number as well as the account and it doesn't seem to exist. But Christian authorized the transfer of the money, ten million is nothing to lose compared to the safety of his family, and the chance of getting his son. He wasn't feeling very well today, even though he's walking better without the crutches; his emotions are all over the place. Flynn has been great staying here with him to help cope with the feelings, but he's still lost.

We have been all over the place looking for anything. Any one that even thought a threat towards the Greys have been investigated and questioned or followed. The boy that Adams came back with the other night gave us no real information, just that he was told to take the bag to pawn the jewelry, take his share and wait for further instructions. No real help. He couldn't even give a proper description of anyone, just a black van. I just can't believe this is all happening! But we do have teams out looking for a black van, I've even contacted a few friends any where I could to be on the lookout. We've got coverage on over to New York and on down to Florida. Someone has got to see something.

I was checking our list over to see what else we could have missed when I heard Christian coming out of his study talking on the phone. I glance over and noticed it was the flip phone. I immediately stopped what I was doing and walked on over to him, I need to hear what's going on. We need some kind of lead!

CHRISTIAN'S POV:

I'm sitting in my study with Flynn, just needing to throw out anything that comes across my mind right now. This has been an exercise I've been doing for the last couple of days, having so much bottled up I'm exploding faster than I normally would. And why shouldn't I? Everything has been ripped from me, and I cannot see a way of bringing them back. I have no control here, someone else does. It's like he's a puppet master right now, he knows how I work. I know Roads wasn't here long enough to be privy to things, like Ana's ring. His job was to protect my wife. That bastard! I swear when I see him…

Flynn brings me back to the here and now, "Christian?"

"Hmm?" I guess I was too busy in my own mind I forgot he was there, "I was just thinking of how it seems this person knows what moves I have. Doesn't it just make you wonder how we can't track anyone, get any information, and we are just sitting… waiting! And waiting for what? For someone who has control over this situation to tell me what to do next, that's what!"

And as if it was called, the phone started to ring. My heart just jumped into my throat, but I answered quickly and made my way to the door and out by Taylor. He needs to hear this, to know what's going on.

"Hello?"

"Mr. Grey," There's that voice again, I swear I can recognize that voice everywhere. It's the voice that will eternally end by my hands. But right now I must comply. He continues, "I'm just checking to see if you still have this phone handy, because it will be very important you do."

No shit Sherlock, "I do. When can I have my family?" Taylor is standing by me now, and others are looking over to where we are. That got their attention.

"Still, in good time. Right now, we are just talking about your child. I will keep in touch." And then he hung up. That a very short call, and had no information, but it also has me to think that we may be towards the end of this game. I'll keep looking for them, try to get an upper hand and over take this game.

I will be the winner, and I will have my family back!

? POV:

This is great! As far as I can tell everything is going just as planned, and it's going to start getting real exciting here soon! I'm being as careful as I can, but I'm getting anxious about what I have planned. The time can't come soon enough, but I know I have to wait…