Hello to all! If you reached this chapter, I'm impressed. I was thinking I was gonna scare some people off last chapter. But, in my opinion, it wasn't that bad. But regardless, I hope you like the story so far. And thank you for sticking it out with me. Thank you guys for all of the support and reviews. I really love them and appreciate them!

And I also wanted to say that I am so sorry for not updating for…like a month. I completely forgot about this story. Life has been getting in the way and these life choices are terrifying me and sometimes I just wish to curl up into a ball and escape this hell. So.. I'm really sorry about the late update on such a heavily horrible note. But, without further ado…

Summary: In the last chapter, Chapter Seven, Jack gets his way with Ana, exposing her and taking advantage. He filled her in on what he was wanting to do with part of his revenge, and that was to get Ana pregnant. What better way of getting revenge towards Christian than to knock his wife up? Ana kept quiet about already being with child, afraid that if she was to say anything, Jack would hurt the baby or cause her to have a miscarriage. She had to keep Blip safe no matter what.

As Jack continued to get his way, Ana dozes off some, wanting to get away from reality. She finds herself reliving a memory of her and Christian. He had taken her to a park for ice cream. And that park was looking very familiar to her.

When she 'awoke' from her memory, Jack had finished her up, telling her about round two the next day, and went about to dress her and tie her back up to the chair.

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

Chapter Eight

Christian's POV

The apartment was quiet. Lights were off as well as the TV. The only noise came from the deep breathing from the sleeping family and friends in the living room. Christian had offered the bedrooms, including his own but only his parents decided to take a room, Ana's old room, claiming that their back wouldn't feel as great in the morning. Everyone had told him that he should keep his room, to sleep, but he only shook his head. How could he sleep at a time like this? His body was tired and tense but his mind was going a million miles an hour. Ever since he received the picture of his beloved wife, he hasn't been able to keep still and turn his mind off. How could he possibly sleep when Ana was literally being tortured?

He sat at his desk in his office and ran both hands through his hair before he leaned back into the chair. His hands gripped the back of the chair and he stayed like that for a few minutes. It was only two in the morning. It had now been officially twenty four hours since he had last seen his wife. His eyes landed on a picture of her, one that the photographer, Jose, had taken of her. She was smiling in the picture and he could feel his heart clench at the sight. He slowly closed his eyes and he could feel the warm liquid slide down his face. He did nothing to wipe them away.

A few minutes later, he reopened them and ran his hands down his face to rid himself of the tears. He sniffled once and proceeded to stand. In the room next to him, his security were still working, only stopping use the bathroom. They were working hard and nonstop to help him find his wife. He wanted to help, instead of being useless, but they had kicked him out earlier in the day. This was their field, after all. That was a couple of hours ago.

When he took a stand, he felt the uncomfortable feeling of something poking his leg from his jeans. But he chose to ignore it. It was the picture of Ana that he had received hours ago from the mysterious man. He had crumpled it up and shoved it into his pocket and forgot about it. Everyone had forgotten about it as well after the idea went cold when neither Welch, Taylor nor Sawyer could identify the man. He never saw any use of the picture to show anyone after that. Besides that, he didn't want anyone to see her in her 'current' condition.

Without thinking, he pulled the picture out and unrumpled it and held it towards his reading light he had just turned on. He sat back down at his chair and stared at the picture. Even though he's seen the picture before, he couldn't hold back the chocking feeling in his throat. His chest began to hurt and his heart pounded painfully against his chest. He couldn't stand to look at how pathetic and hurt his wife looked. From the gashes littering all over her body with blood oozing out, to how tired she was. In the picture, she looked scared, but above all, hurting. Probably from the wounds all over, but maybe it was from something else? Who knew.

"Ana…" Christian whispered her name and released the picture to have it fall on the desk, laying innocently. He put his head in his hands and stayed that way. More tears slipped from his eyes. "I'm so sorry. T-This shouldn't have happened. This is my fault."

"Christian," A voice came from the hallway a few minutes later and when said name looked up, he found Taylor at the doorway, a glow being radiated off of him though he kept his emotions in check. Christian stood up and frowned. Taylor never called him by his first name, not that Christian minded, but it was always Mr. Grey or Sir. But before he could say anything, Taylor opened his mouth and finally brought some good news into play. "We found something."

One minute later, Christian was leaning over Welch's shoulder and starring at the computer screen. On it was a grainy picture and he knew it was from the diner. It showed the streets and had Denny's in the background. But that wasn't what caught his attention; it was a lone vehicle parked across the diner. A van. He didn't know what color it was but he knew. He knew that this was a start.

"I was able to zoom in from the camera," Welch said, his voice full of exhaustion. But he continued to talk, moving his mouse and zooming into the still picture of the car. As he did, he moved the camera to the front of the car and Christian's heart nearly stopped. Welch stopped when he had the license plate into view. "And when we clear it up," he clicked a few buttons on the keyboard and the image went from blurry and grainy to a more clear version. He did it a few more times until the picture cleared up completely and there stood the numbers on a Washington State license plate.

Before Christian could speak, Sawyer did and said from standing next to them, his own laptop in hand, "I tacked the car down to the owner just now and everything is adding up." He looked up and his eyes caught his employers. They didn't look good. "I ran a background check and the person who owns the car also… bailed Jack Hyde out of jail."

Christian frowned and seethed. "What?"

"Who bailed him out?" Taylor asked.

"Lincoln."

Welch looked up and frowned. "Why him?"

"I think I know why." Christian said and straightened his back. He ran a hand through his hair and leaned against the wall. Typical that Elena was a part of this. Or, rather he ex-husband. When he had found out about Elena affair, he beat his wife to where she had to be hospitalized. "I guess he was finally getting his revenge." He sighed but a spark of anger filled him. "Can you locate him?"

Welch looked back down to his laptop and opened a new tab. His fingers went flying. "I can find it but give me some time."

"What about Jack?"

"I already have the system looking for the car from the GPS satellites. We have to give it some time."

Christian nodded his head. This was a step in the right direction. This was what they needed. Good news. Now, maybe they could track the fucker how took his wife. "Update me when you find something new." He said. He pushed off of the wall but before he left the office, he turned back. His team looked up, and gave him a questioning glance. "Thank you," Christian said and for the first time since he woke up that morning, a small smile graced his lips. He didn't wait for a response before he turned around and walked out.

XxxxX

Ana's POV

What did it feel like to sleep in a comfortable bed? Was it soft? Was it warm? Was it safe?

I shake my head and managed a small laugh that held no humor. I had to bite back the pain that came back with the sudden movement and just turned it to blend in with the laugh. I didn't sleep last night. Apart from the uncomfortable chair and my wrists held painfully behind my back, I couldn't get the image of Jack towering over me out of my head. His continuous motion of going in and out plague my mind making it impossible to sleep. My wrists were on fire and I knew they were badly bruised as well as little wounds. Every time I moved them more than a simple twist, I could feel the welts start to bleed. Keeping them still was nearly impossible from the pain as well as the position they were in. But there was nothing I could do about it except hope that it wouldn't become scars.

I took a shallow breath through my mouth and tilted my head up. I could barely make out anything in the room once my head stopped spinning from the movement. The room was dark, nearly pitch black but I could make out everything. I have only been in this room for a day? Was it more? No, it couldn't have been. I've been here maybe a day, maybe a little more, and I knew the room like it was the back of my hand. At least, only the front of the place at which I was facing.

With a flicker, I trained my eyes over to the window where I caught a glimpse of the outside world just a few hours ago. The curtains were now closed but I could picture the world as if the curtains were pulled aside. The wonderful view was embedded into my brain and I could picture kids on the playground right across the way and a ways down an ice cream parlor. But… what was the name of the place? It was only a few weeks ago Christian took me, surely I couldn't have forgotten what it was called.

I frowned and could feel the tension tighten at my face. I chose to ignore it; I had bigger problems to deal with. Like the name of the freaking ice cream shop! Wait… The frown disappeared and I stared at the hidden window. If I could somehow talk to Christian, maybe…

But that was only if Jack called my husband and let me talk to him. What were the chances of him being nice to me? And how would I bring it up without being obvious? The frown came back up and I titled my head up to the ceiling. So many questions and so few answers.

My stomach growled and I closed my eyes, trying to not feel the hunger. I was hurting in so many ways, physically, mentally, but I think the worst was the empty feeling inside. I've gone a day before without eating and it wasn't bad. Maybe that was because I was too nervous and stressed to eat and didn't even think about it. Now, it was all I could think about. And being thirsty as well. My mouth was dry to where it hurt to swallow. And yet, there was nothing I could do.

I licked my dry lips and tried to swallow. After a couple of attempts, I managed to drag the lump down in my throat. But that only caused me to wince in pain and then a cramp formed in my neck, causing me to shift and hang my head.

"Mm.." I groaned at the movement and kept still to get rid of the headache that formed. I stayed like that for the longest of time. For how long? I couldn't tell with the lack of clocks in the room. But, it was for a while because when I opened my eyes again, the room wasn't as dark anymore. A crack of light spewed from the window, revealing that it was at least morning now. Or afternoon. Who knows.

I waited for a couple of minutes, starring down at the ground with unblinking eyes. I concentrated on my breathing; in and out. In and out.

A shudder runs through me and I squeezed my eyes together to block out the image of Jack going in and out, his breathing on my neck and his moans of pleasure being the only audible noise coming from him. I fought the nauseating feeling beginning to rise in my stomach. I couldn't throw up. I didn't have anything to throw up and it would all be dry heaving. The thought of dry heaving caused my stomach to tighten up painfully and I suppressed the feeling to groan. I wasn't in any condition for any of this.

A couple of minutes passed by. I somehow managed to calm my insides down and thought about something else that wouldn't cause me pain. But the moment was short lived with a door was thrown opened and hit the wall. I jumped and looked up.

Jack waltz into the room and he grins at me. But his grin was different today. Instead of the normal look I receive from him as he's about to get his way, this look said something different. It held a different feel about him, like he was giddy because he was about to get his way. Which he probably was.

"'Morning, Ana." He greeted me and continued to walk over to the desk to my right. My eyes followed him and I remained mute, curious on his mood but wary for a mood change.

As I watch him, he turns his computer on and typed in the password and waited for the screen to come up. As he waited, he opened one of the drawers to the desk and pulls something black out, something small that he could conceal perfectly in his hand. I couldn't see what it was from here, nor could I guess what it was. A phone? A gun? Something that could cause pain? My mind went a hundred miles per hour, trying to figure it out.

"Hope you slept well last night," Jack said without turning around. "I know I sure did." And there it was, that smirk in his voice. When he was finished with whatever was on his computer, he turned around and faced me and it was on his face again.

I only stared at him, exhausted to the point that frowning was too much. So I simple stared at him with a blank expression.

His face fell a little, but he covered it up by walking over and then kneeling down in front of me. He held his hand up and showed me the little black object he was holding that he retrieved from the desk. "You see this?" He asked and glanced at the cheap phone in his hand. He turned it around to get a view of it and continued to speak, "We're going to call that husband of yours today." My heart nearly stopped in my chest and a new feeling entered me.

Jack turned back to face me and noticed my look. He smirked but said nothing. Instead, he reached out and slapped me across the face with his free hand. Hard.

My face flew to the right and tears began to form but I bit my lip to keep from crying out. I blinked several times, trying to shove the stinging pain away from me and to hold it together. Given about ten seconds, I slowly turned my head back to Jack to see him have the phone opened and already dialing a number.

XxxxX

Christian's POV

"Honey, have you been here all night?" Grace walks into the kitchen the next morning looking only partly rested but still on point with being showered and dressed. She walks over to Christian who was just beginning to stir at his spot on the bar. He picks his head up and rubs her red and puffy eyes, wiping away any sleep they once held.

Carrick walks in a second later and frowns. Before he could say anything, Christian ran a hand through his hair and looked at the clock on the wall. It read 9:23 am. He shook his head and answered his mother, "I didn't realize I fell asleep." He suppressed a yawn and it was at that time when the rest of the household began to stir. Sleepy faces entered the kitchen, one by one and gathered around the island as if they were summoned. Everyone wore a similar expression other than exhaustion when they looked around the room.

"Has there been any word yet?" Kate asked and crossed her arms across her chest as if to protect her from the news. Her voice was soft and her intense stare wasn't up to par.

Mai quietly walked over to Kate and placed an arm around her and hugged her softly. Kate stayed in the same stance but leaned against her, finding a bit of comfort. The two girls remained quiet but their gazes searched for Christian.

Christian straightened his back and cleared his throat. He didn't want to get their hopes up, like how his was, and he found it a bit difficult to tell them. What if he got their hopes up too high only to be brought crashing down? Did he want them to suffer? But they had a right to know, even if it was as simple as locating the car that took his wife.

Without thinking too much on it, he slowly nodded his head and the smallest of smiles appeared at the corner of his mouth. There was a collective shocked gasp and then a heavy silence as they waited to hear the news. A figure who had stayed out of the way paused, causing Christian to notice. Gail looks at him with a hint of joy in her eyes before she continued on her way to the coffee pot to start a pot.

"They found the van that took Ana as well as who bailed Hyde out of jail."

Elliot seemed to snap out of his sleep trance and stared at his brother, his eyes wide. "Bailed him out? So he didn't just escape?" He meant it as a light joke but he was shocked.

Carrick's frown was still in place and he crossed his arms at his chest and said, "Who bailed him out? I thought bail was too high for anyone to pay." His eyes scanned his son, wondering what crazy bastard would set Jack free. And who?

Christian didn't want to tell them who had helped Hyde, it was too personal with the background story, but he took a deep breath and said, "Elena's ex-husband granted the fucker bail."

Grace frowned and she gave her son a weird look in which he stared at her as if to connect all of her thoughts together. Her eyes widen but said nothing and she turned her head away. Before Taylor had given Christian the envelope with the note and the picture of Ana, he and his mom had been talking. About what happened between him and Ana and why she had been furious and then left. He had told her about visiting Elena in which he got a disapproving look from his mother. But, they had talked it out and everything came clean. Now that she knew what was going on, it was a little unnerving.

There was a small commotion going about in the kitchen, and Christian waiting for it to die down before he continued, "They're looking for where he is and if they can find the location of the van, hoping it will lead us to Ana." He had to choke her name out as it was painful to say her name but luckily, no one noticed. He rubbed the back of his neck and was about to continue when Ethan spoke up, asking something that had yet to be brought up.

"With Ana being gone for over a day now, shouldn't we call the cops?" He asked and then quickly continued when he caught sight of the CEO glare. "I mean not that your security team can't handle it, but… With the police, it would be extra help and a faster process." He fidgeted but waited for a response, just like everyone else in the room. All eyes were trained on Christian.

Why didn't he call the cops? Wouldn't that have been the wise thing to do? But, with cops comes questions and if they found out that they had been in a fight about a child and then an abduction, what would they say? What would they do? Interrogate him? Search his house? The playroom…

"I trust my team more than a squad of police. They are trained in different areas and they will get the job done." He didn't mention them being ex-military or ex-feds. He just shook his head and took a deep breath through his nose. The warm, rich smell of coffee hit him and he felt almost energized. He looked around the room and noticed that they didn't look as grave as they did mere minutes ago. The exhaustion wasn't as noticeable and a light was in the women's eyes.

"I'm going to go take a quick shower," He finally muttered and then excused himself from the crowd. He quickly made it up the stairs and walked quietly over to his room and closed the door right behind him. He leaned against the frame and closed his eyes and took another breath and whispered to himself, "I have the best team in the world. If they can't find her, then who can?"

XxxxX

About twenty minutes later, Christian walks into the kitchen, hair damp, wearing a white shirt and blue jeans. He found his family sitting at the bar, quietly eating a small breakfast made by Gail. Scrambled eyes, toast, and bacon with coffee and orange juice on the side. A bowl of fresh fruit was in the middle of the island, halfway gone from the hungry animals.

He grabbed a mug and poured himself some coffee, black, and leaned against the counter. His family was here and safe and if it wasn't because of some loose maniac patrolling the streets, abducting the innocent, he would have found it nice and comforting. All it was missing was his beautiful wife. His heart clenched and his grimace as he took a long drink of his coffee.

As the morning chit chat continues, in a soft manner, Taylor walks out of his office and went straight for the coffee pot. He looked at his boss and Christian perked up. But Taylor gave a small flick of his head and Christian could only nod and resumed his attention back to his coffee. But before he could get too attacked to his drink, his phone began its familiar ringing. Everyone in the room froze, including Taylor.

Christian frowned but reached for his phone in his pocket and pulled his out. He looked at the caller id.

"Who is it?" Carrick asked and stood up from his seat.

"Restricted number." Christian's eyes found Taylor's who disappeared back into his office and reappearing seconds later with his laptop and Sawyer and Welch.

"We can try to trace the call," Welch said as he helped Taylor quickly set his computer up. "Just in case its Ana's kidnapper." In a few more seconds, the phone continuing to ring, Taylor finally gave the 'okay' to answer the phone. And when he did, everyone held their breaths.

"Christian." He said clearly and somehow managed to hold the nerves out of his voice.

"Hello, Grey."

XxxxX

Until next time!