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Ana

Twenty six hours and thirty seven minutes since I last saw my baby girl. I am living in a complete nightmare, hoping and praying I can just wake up from it but I know I can't because this is my reality.

Kate, Grace, Mia and I are taking things into our own hands right now. We're locked in the study making flyers and posters and we're going out to put them up when we're done. I have to do something.

The most important thing is for me to have hope. Hope that she's well, being looked after, cared for and that someday she'll come back to me. If I didn't have that I would break down.

"Mom can we help?" I face the door and see my two eldest babies stood there with determination etched into their sadness, determination that says they'll fight me if I say no.

"Of course, come on." I say struggling to give them a small smile.

The two strut together into the room, Phoebe attaching herself to Mia whereas Teddy comes straight to me and wraps me up in a hug. I hold him tight, breathe in his scent. This is the reason I'm not crumbling and falling apart, as well as having hope I have three children at home who need us.

Gail is taking care of Amelia right now, that's giving me the opportunity to do something to aide in the search of my baby. Christian's working with security, I don't think he slept a wink last night and in all honesty neither did I. Other than the drug induced sleep that Grace had me in.

I am eating though. With everyone now knowing about my early stages of pregnancy they're all encouraging me to eat even if it's just snacks here and there, I don't think I could manage a full meal.

Christian

It's beyond painful. To not know where one of your children is. I won't stop though, I will never stop until she's home with us, her family. Ana's the same. I know she and my Mom are somewhere making flyers and posters and I won't be able to stop them from taking them out later on today either.

The police have already been to ask us to do a press conference. We've refused for now and it took everything I had not to explain to Anastasia that the reason they want us to do one is so that a psychologist can study the two of us and try and gage of we have any involvement in our daughter's kidnapping. It's absurd but they do it every time it's no secret. Though I don't know how long I can hold Ana off because she is determined to do whatever it takes to find our baby girl.

Detective Harrison

"…If you have seen Amaya Hope Grey or have any information on her disappearance then contact the missing person's squad room on …"

The TV has been playing the AMBER alert on repeat in the background for the past twenty four hours. I've not slept and I will not sleep until this child is found, I am fed up of seeing cases of missing children going lost going cold and I'm determined not to let this one go too.

I've been working as Missing Person's detective for over a decade. I've watched children coming home to their parents, I've found them dead, I've found them in the worst conditions possible and seen them committed to psychiatric facilities to recover from the horrifying ordeals they have faced.

I don't want to see the same happen to Amaya Grey.

What shocks me so far is the fact that no ransom call has yet been made. The first thing that crossed everyone's mind in the squad room was that this was a ransom kidnapping because of who her parents are. I mean come on, this is the daughter of Multi-Billionaire CEO Christian Grey and his CEO wife who both grace the covers of the local papers and magazines on a daily basis. How this hasn't happened before with one of the other children is beyond me.

Of course, I know the answer to that. They know they're a risk and for that reason take ample security with them wherever they go. However they did this time too, there were two security guards with them and still someone managed to take little Amaya from the double pushchair and leave the store with her.

The security guard is a suspect and should be arriving for questioning any minute. I doubt he actually has anything to do with Amaya's kidnapping but he took his eyes off the ball and it could have been planned to a degree, a planned opportunity that he and his partner had been waiting for.

Kyle Hendricks

I blame myself enough for Amaya's disappearance and even though I was fired on the spot by Mr Grey I will not rest until I have found Amaya. Jason Taylor is furious with me and I'm not surprised, he is the man who hired me and I failed at my job however he is giving me some information to help find Amaya because he knows it was a genuine mistake on my behalf. One that is eating away at me and will continue to eat at me for the rest of my life.

I arrive at the squad room early and am shown straight through to a dark and dank interrogation room. Somehow I knew that I would be a suspect and would have to prove my innocence to the police but I hope while I'm being questioned they still have someone searching for Amaya, I would hate for them to be wasting time with me while someone out there still has Amaya.

"Mr Hendricks thank you for coming in." The lead detective on Amaya's case struts in with a female detective behind him, they actually look intimidating but I have some of the best training in the world so that had I been captured in war I wouldn't reveal anything, these people couldn't break me even if I had something to hide.

"I am Detective Harrison this is my partner Detective Whyte." He says as he slips into the chair in front of me. "Now tell me what happened yesterday in your own words…"

Ana

"That's flyer number one thousand." Kate says as the last one we've printed for now comes out of the laminating machine, yeah, we're going high tech here!

"And poster two thousand five hundred." Grace adds from the other side of the room where she's been with the second laminator.

I look at the piles and piles of paper and hand over some boxes that we get delivered to Grey's Publishing containing plain paper normally. We instantly begin packing everything up to take out with us as we're going to hit Seattle's malls hoping that someone will know where my baby is.

I'm finding a lot of strength from somewhere but I couldn't even begin to try and figure out where. All I know is that I have to do everything in my power other than sit on my ass just hoping that she'll come home.