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Chapter Three

Christian's POV

"What the fucking hell do you mean 'you don't know'? Where the hell were you?"

"I… I went to the bathroom, sir. She must have left when I wasn't at my station."

"And you, Ryan? Where were you?"

"I had to take a call sir, so I stepped out for the moment."

Christian ran a hand through his hair and felt like punching someone. He had only woken up an hour ago to a splitting headache from his hangover and to an empty bed. He didn't know what was worse, his hangover or the fact that his wife wasn't anywhere in the apartment or wasn't answering her phone. As soon as he noticed her absence, he was on full alert and searched the whole apartment, asking his team and Mrs. Gail if they had seen her. When they came up empty handed, he sought out the night crew. Maybe she left during the night. And here they were.

He didn't know what to do. Both were logical excuses and he knew better than to question Ryan about the call. He knew that Ryan's seven year old son was in the hospital from the flu that had a mind of its own, so he didn't need to question him, or fire him. But, what about Clay? Christian turned his grey eyes on him and noticed the lad was almost shaking from fear. He was the most recent addition to the crew so he hadn't yet mastered to stay emotionless in conversations.

Instead of firing the man, Christian turned his burning gaze away. His eyes immediately sought out Taylor, who was standing at the bar searching for something on his laptop. "Have you found anything yet?" He snapped, fear wanting to replace the anger. Where was his wife? Is she okay? Did something happen to her? Was she hurt? But he shoved the fear and its questions down. It was easier to stay mad and decide things from there.

Without looking up, Taylor shook his head. "I'm searching her GPS location from her phone."

Christian brought his gaze away and glared at the rest of the staff. "I want everyone out looking for her. If you have to tear this city apart, so be it. If you find anything, you are to call me. Understood?" His employees all nodded their heads and Clay, the newbie, looked away still shaking.

Before he could dismiss them, Gail stood up from her chair at the bar. "Sir, if I may speak freely?" She asked in a calm voice. Taylor glanced up at his girlfriend and then flickered his eyes over to his boss before returning to his search.

Christian grunted but said, "What is it Gail?" His voice had a much calmer tone to it.

Staying confident, she said, "Sir, do you really think it is wise to look for her?" She quickly continued when she noticed her boss's eyes start to narrow. As softly as she could, she elaborated on her statement, "When you left last night, Mrs. Grey was very emotional and her state of mind was not the best. Maybe she went out for a walk to clear her mind and to think things through. Maybe she's at a friend's house or staying with someone."

Before Christian could reply, Taylor piped up. "I found her." Everyone turned to look at him as he continued what he was saying at the same time as closing the laptop and grabbing the keys to the Audi off of the bar. "She's at a diner a couple of blocks from here."

That was all it took. "Let's go." Christian said and stalked off towards the elevators. Sawyer, who had been quiet this whole time, followed quietly. Ryan stayed where he was as well as Clay. Mrs. Jones just watched after them, worry forming on her face.

Once the elevator doors closed, Christian leaned against the wall and closed his eyes. He rubbed his forehead, hoping to massage the headache away. But it wasn't helping. He would still be asleep if it wasn't for the nightmare he had last night, waking him up screaming, causing him to have a different headache other than the hangover one. And then let's not forget that his wife wasn't home when he woke up. As soon as he noticed her absence, he jumped out of bed, ignoring the pain in his head and search frantically around the apartment. He called her multiple times, praying that she would answer, but each call would end up at the voicemail. After a while, he knew she wasn't at home. The only evidence the she had been home was the playroom had been opened when he came across it. Her keys and purse was missing, so he knew she was out.

'Please, Ana, please be okay.' He thought. His worst fears were coming to mind. Did she leave him? After everything that had happened, did she actually leave him? The text message was out of anger. She wasn't too thrilled that he had gone to see Elena and that she texted back. And he wasn't even mad at her for going through his phone. Well, maybe a little, but right now he wasn't. He was just angry at himself. How could he be so stupid to walk out on her after she told him that she was pregnant? She needed him and he wasn't there for her. Instead he went out and got drunk.

Without warning, Christian slammed his fists on the wall of the elevator. Neither of his security men flinched or said a word but kept their cool.

Within a couple of seconds, the elevator came to a stop on the bottom level for the garage. The trio walked out and fast walked to the car. Taylor took the driver's side while Sawyer took the passenger and Christian took the back seat. As soon as all doors were closed, Taylor pulled out and made his way to the exit.

"What diner is she at?" Christian asked.

Taylor looked at his boss through the rearview mirror and responded with, "Denny's, sir. And according to the GPS signal, she has been there for quite a while."

Christian let out a sigh of relief. If that was the case then he knew his wife was safe and had been all night. But, just to be on the safe side, he pulled his phone out and went to make a call. When he found the number he was looking for, he hit the dial number and put the phone to his ear. On the third ring, someone picked up.

"Hello?" A sleepy voice muttered.

"Kate, it's Christian. Is Ana with you?" He asked, getting straight to the point. As the best friend of his wife, he knew if Ana had called anyone, Kate would be at the top of the list.

There was a pause on her end of the phone and a rattling noise and then she came back, sounding more alert then when she first answered. "No, she's not." A feeling of dread entered his body for some reason. "Why? What did you do, Grey?"

I mentally rolled my eyes but kept my cool as I muttered out, "Ana and I had a fight last night and she's not at home. I was thinking she was with you."

"Ugh, why do you have to be so stupid?" Kate rhetorically asked. But before giving the CEO time to respond, she said, "I haven't heard anything from her for the last few days. I'll call her and if she answers, I'll tell you. But that's it. Just give her some space because whatever the hell you did, you managed to upset her big time if she left."

Christian nodded and the two exchanged a few more words before he hung up. He slipped his phone back into his pocket and glared out the window. He didn't have a right to be pissed off at Kate if she did manage to get ahold of Ana. They were best friends and told each other secretes. He had to respect that. And he couldn't be the only one Ana confided in all the time, but still.

"Sir, we're here." Taylor said after a couple of minutes.

Christian blinked his eyes opened a couple of times and realized that they were indeed at the small diner. Taylor had pulled into a parking spot of the semi-crowded restaurant. The three piled out of the car and Christian took the lead and walked over to the entrance. He opened the doors and the smell of breakfast hit his nose hard. His stomach rumbled slightly but he ignored it. Scanning the building, he tried to locate his wife.

"Hi, can I help you?" A waiter came over. He was holding menu's in his hands but gave them a minute before saying, "If you're looking for a party, I can help you with that."

The CEO shook his head and turned his attention towards the younger boy. He had to of been in his early teens from the baby face he still had and the acne that covered his face. "I'm looking for my wife." He said.

The boy thought for a minute and turned around, looking for a woman sitting by herself. "Do you know when she came in?" He asked, turning back when he didn't see anyone sitting by themselves.

"She came in earlier this morning." He looked for a clock on the wall and realized it was only a little after ten in the morning.

The boy opened his mouth and then closed it. "Um, let me go ask someone who's been here longer. I just started my shift about an hour ago." Without another word, the boy left. Christian's gaze followed him until he stopped by a woman who looked as though she was about to leave. She had her purse on her shoulder and a jacket in her hands. As the boy was talking to her, the woman looked his way and checked him out before turning back to the boy and giving her answer. The boy nodded his head and started to walk back with the woman following him.

"What does she look like?" The woman asked in a tired manner when she came to a stop. By the look she was giving him, she got this question a lot.

Christian brought out his wallet, knowing that a picture of his wife would be a lot faster than trying to give a description. With ease, he pulled out a folded four by six photo and opened it to reveal his wife from their honeymoon. She was licking an ice cream cone bought in France and had been laughing. He didn't know why he kept this photo but he did, loving to see how carefree and happy his wife looked. He handed the picture to the waitress who took it and studied it.

After a minute, she handed him the picture back and said, "Yeah she was here earlier, probably around two or three this morning."

Christian's heart sank. "What time did she leave?" He asked.

The woman shrugged her shoulders, "She left with a guy around three forty-five, maybe four." She said. "Though she did leave behind her cell phone and a ring."

"A ring?"

She nodded and then a look of sympathy crossed her face. "Yeah, let me go get it." She disappeared and in a flash she was back. She handed him Ana's cell phone and wedding ring. Christian took it and his heart was beginning to break. He opened his mouth to say something but nothing came out. The waitress noticed and said, "I didn't know what was going on, but if it helps any, the guy she was with took her ring off and threw it on the table and she didn't look too happy about it either."

"What did the guy look like?" Taylor asked, piping in.

The woman thought for a moment, biting her cheek as if it would help her remember. After a couple of seconds, she said, "He was about average height and had reddish color hair. He was wearing a black shirt and dark jeans but that's about all I can remember. I tried to approach him when he came in but he waved me off so I didn't really get a good look at him."

Christian stole the phone in his pocket and made a fist around the ring. He masked all emotions and put his professional face on. He wouldn't admit it, but his emotions were going haywire right now. Confusion, anger, sadness. Might as well do what he does best and put a mask on.

Taylor nodded his head at the information and glanced at Sawyer who nodded his own head and left the diner. "Do you remember anything else?" He returned his attention back to the waitress.

The woman shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know. It was a couple of hours ago and I was barely paying attention." She rubbed her forehead and said, "Look, if it's alright, I would like to go home now. I just pulled a graveyard shift and I'm exhausted."

Taylor only nodded his head and stepped aside. However, Christian halted the woman, a thought coming to him, "Please, just answer me one question and we'll leave you alone." The woman raised an eyebrow at him but let him continue. "Do you remember anything about when the guy and my wife left? Anything at all? Did you see what he was driving?"

She sighed heavily but thought about the questions. "I didn't see what he was driving but I do remember one thing. Right when they were leaving, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her up rather hard. She had made a noise and he didn't let her go and practically dragged her out of the restaurant." She said and bit her lip. Her eyes found Christian's but he gave nothing away.

"Thank you, Miss…"

"Dee," The waitress said.

"Thank you, Dee." Christian said and turned around to walk away. Taylor was close behind him and together, they walked out of the restaurant and to the car. Sawyer was already in the vehicle with it turned on. The moment they got inside and buckled their seat belts, Christian brought out his cell phone and began to call the one person he knew that could help him solve this weird mystery. "Welch," he barked into the phone, "We got a problem and I need you to hack some security cameras for me."

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