Warning: Long ass author's note ahead, feel free to skip to the actual chapter!

Okay, so I feel like I have to say something to some of the guests who went crazy after the last chapter.

I'm not speaking about the guests and other reviewers who have said that they're done with this story because A or C having a child with someone else is a hard limit for them. To me that is perfectly fine. Everyone has the right to voice their opinions and I respect that.

What I don't appreciate is being called a disgrace of the human race who takes real life stories and exploits the tragedies and traumas other people have to go through. Do pregnant women get kidnapped? Sadly yes, but this is fiction, go to the library pick a book and you'll always find countless stories with storylines that could have happened like this in real life, but that doesn't mean that the author read a story and turned it into a book. All I can say about this is, that I never have and never will use a real life tragedy and turn it into a story...

I'm also don't write angst and drama to boost my reviews. I have said it before and I say it again, I like to write and read stories with lots of angst and drama. That doesn't mean that I hate one of the characters, because let's face it, I have been writing FSOG FF for almost two years now and I would have moved to a different fandom long ago if I wouldn't love these characters.

Another thing that really upset me and made me think about just taking the story down was being accused of stealing. Two or three guests have mentioned that I have stolen this idea from Grey Girl 1989. First of all, we don't know yet if Emily is Christian's daughter. The only proof we have is her mother's word and the color of Emily's eyes. So for now there is no legit proof like a DNA test of something like that.

If you want to know if she is Christian's daughter, you have to hang in there until chapter 6 where in fact a DNA test will be done. And yes, for now some things don't add up, but that is intentionally. I like to keep my readers guessing what the possible outcome will be and without spoiling anything, this story will be nothing like Coping Together, which by the way is one of my favorite stories on here.

I have also been accused of stealing the subs name's from Lillian121. Susannah was a sub of Christian's mentioned in the books. So, yeah I admit I stole that name from EL James...shame on me. As for Bethany, my oldest niece is a huge fan of Pretty Little Liars which inspired me not only to use the name Bethany, but also Aria and Emily... so maybe there will also be a Spencer, Hanna, Toby, Caleb, Ezra or Alison in this story and if you want... go write a letter to Sara Shepard that I dared to use some of the names she has given to her character's for a story...

Lastly, I want to thank the reviewer's who had my back. You guys rock and are the reason why I decided not to delete this story and keep writing it as I have planned it!


Chapter 4 - Into The Darkness

Christian

Ana has been missing for almost three days now and we still haven't heard from the kidnapper. Everyone tells me that my Ana is strong and that there is still hope, but I feel like darkness is closing in on me.

I haven't slept since Ana was kidnapped. I can't, as soon as I close my eyes I see Ana in a dark room, scared and cold... being tortured and screaming for help...

No, I must not think that way... I'll find her, Ana and our daughter will make it home safe... she can't leave me, I need her... our children need their mother.

"Christian?" I look up to see Gideon walking into my study and the look on his face and the tears rolling down his cheeks send me into a fit of panic.

"No! Fucking no! Do not dare to fucking tell me ... to tell me... to say... no! No! No! No!" I scream and jump to my feet.

"Christian please... the police doesn't know for sure. They fished the body of a pregnant woman who matches Ana's description out of the Hudson... they... they need us to meet them at the morgue." She says and slumps down in one of the chairs in my study.

For a second I feel like I am about to pass out and then my stomach roars and I double over the trash bin by my desk and throw up.

This can't be happening. Not my Ana... she can't be gone... I would know... I can't live in a world without her.

"Christian... Taylor is getting the car, if you can't..."

"No, I need to see this woman, I need to see that it is not Ana. Where is Ana's mom?"

"Your mother is tending to her, she had a nervous breakdown when the police called... Kate, Mia and Gail are looking after the children. Arnaldo had to take Ireland out for a while, she was about to get hysterical."

I just nod, feeling too numb to say anything more. I just need to see the body... it can't be Ana... it just can't. Without another word I leave my study and walk out of the house where Taylor is waiting in the car.

I haven't had a single drop of alcohol since I left rehab... but right now in this moment I would really like to have a whisky, too numb my emotions... to forget, but I can't. I have to think about my children. They need me... if I touch alcohol now I won't be able to stop and I know no matter what happened to Ana, she will make my live hell if I drift back into pathetic existence I lived while we were separated all these years ago.

Arriving at the morgue I feel so sick, I can barely walk. Even though the corridor is lit with lights I feel like I am led into darkness the closer we get to the room a doctor and police officer are leading us to.

Inside the room I feel a chill run down my spine. It's cold and sterile, but my gaze is fixed on the stretcher in the middle of the room. Even though the body is covered with a white sheet I can see that the woman was heavily pregnant and both Gideon and Taylor have to support me or else I wouldn't be able to make it over to the body.

"I have to warn you, the body was in the water for at least 48 hours, the human body..."

"Just let me see her!" I snap not wanting to her a detailed explanation as to what I am about to see.

The doctor nods and slowly lifts the sheet, just enough for us to see the face of the woman. Gideon and Taylor turn around immediately and I follow just seconds later.

"It's not my wife." I tell the doctor and a huge wave of relief washes over me. It's not my Ana... she is still out there somewhere, I just need to find her.

"Are you sure, Sir?"

"Yes, this woman has a birthmark on her cheek, my wife doesn't have that." The doctor nods and we leave the morgue, though Gideon stays behind for a moment to talk to the doctor.

"What did you tell him?" I ask back in the car.

"I gave him my card. If they don't find any relatives or if they can't afford a proper funeral I'll pay for it. I'm glad it wasn't Ana, but no one deserves to die this young and especially while being pregnant." He says and I just nod.

"Christian, there is something else we need to talk about, I want to get the media involved."

"NO! Do you hear me, Gideon. I don't want this vultures involved."

"We are running out of fucking time, we have no real lead... the kidnapper hasn't been in contact and Ana could go into labor any second now. We have nothing to lose Christian. I have already asked the Cross Foundation to set up a special hotline. We need to go public... maybe someone has seen her. We need to do something!"

"No..."

"Don't be so fucking stubborn, Grey. She is my sister and I will do whatever I have to do to get her back. You can either be on board with my plan or you don't, but in two hours from now Cross Industries will release a statement." He snaps and I run my hands through my hair.

"What if that psycho bitch who took her loses it and kills her? It's too much of a risk!" I mutter in frustration.

"Doing nothing won't do any good either. Christian please, we need to get all the help we can get... we are running out of fucking time here, don't make things even more difficult." He pleads and I look at Taylor.

"He is right, Sir. We need to act or we might lose any chance to get Ana back alive." He says and I lean my head against the windshield.

"Fine, have Scott call Andrea... release a statement. Anything to get Ana back."

Ana

It's been three days since I was kidnapped by a woman I now know is called Susannah. Three days since I've found out that Christian has another child and three days for me to come up with a plan to get me and Emily out of here.

If I thought that my situation was hopeless before, then I know now that things can always get worse.

For the last couple of hours I've been having contractions. I'm trying not to show it, but I'm scared out of my mind. I don't know what I am going to do... but I have to try.

"Susannah!" I call out and after what feels like ages she finally walks into the kitchen.

"The lady has screamed?" She mocks me.

"I'm in labor."

"Well, good for you, just push the brat out, it's not your first one after all, you know the drill." She says and wants to leave again.

"I can't... I need to go to a hospital, I had severe complications during the birth of my daughter. I need to deliver via c-section or both the baby and I won't make it."

"You are lying, you bitch. Just because you're too posh to push I'm not missing out on my paycheck." She snarls and I start to cry.

"I'm not lying... and you won't get any money at all. You'll go to jail for murder." I sob and curl up in pain when another contraction hits me.

"Don't be so fucking dramatic. Just do it, bitch!"

"Then at least untie me... how am I supposed to give birth with my wrists and ankles tied up?" I try to reason with her and she stares at me.

"You better not try something stupid." She says in the end and unties me. I rub my aching wrists, while Susannah leaves the room, knowing that I can't even get to my feet without help.

As I am lying alone and in pain on the dirty mattress I realize that this is my one chance to get out of here. Susannah's purse is still on the table and I know her car keys are in it. Sadly, I know I will never make it out of the door without her noticing it.

No, I need a better plan and a weapon. With great effort I manage to pull myself onto all fours and crawl over to the table, which I use to pull myself back to my feet.

"I'm getting us help, darling... please hang in there." I whisper to my belly as a new contraction hits me and when it ebbs up, I look around and spot an old butter knife and a fry pan.

I know I can't bring myself to stab Susannah and even if I did that knife wouldn't do much damage, if any, so I grab the frying pan and hide behind the only shelve in the kitchen.

"Susannah... please help me..." I scream and after a while I hear footsteps coming closer to the kitchen. The second I see her I hit her with the pan as hard as I can and she is out for the count.

"Emily... Emily come here sweetheart." I call out and grab Susannah's purse.

"Emily sweetheart, please don't be scared, your momma is sleeping... darling come here." I call out again desperate to get out of here, but I can't leave the child behind and mercifully she stumbles into the kitchen.

"Listen to me sweetheart. I'm getting us out of here, you'll never have to be hungry or scared again, but you have to trust me, okay?" I hold out my hand to her and she looks between me and mother on the floor.

"I had to make your momma go to sleep, she'll be fine, but we really have to leave, Emily." I implore her and finally she takes my hand and we get out of the house as fast as we can.

"Get in the car, sweetheart." I tell Emily and get into the driver's seat. Fishing the keys out of Susannah's purse I see that there is also a cell phone inside, but it has no reception, so I start the car and take off.

"Where are we going, Ana?"

"We need to find a hospital, darling. My baby wants to be born today." I explain and try to concentrate on driving.

"Emily, take the phone out of the purse, when it starts to blink tell me, okay?"

"Yes... are you in pain, Ana... you look sick."

"It's alright, sweetheart. Where going to be okay, I promise you." I get out while trying to drive and breathe through another contraction.

Oh god, please this is happening too soon and too fast. Please let my baby be okay, please!

Once we have reached the end of the old road and I realize that we are still in the middle of nowhere with woods surrounding us and no other cars to be seen... and what worries me even more is that we are almost out of gas. If we manage to make ten or fifteen more miles we are lucky.

"Ana, it has blinked!" Emily exclaims and stop the car and take the phone from her, dialing the only number I know by heart within seconds.

"Grey!" I hear Christian snap and it's like music to my ears.

"Christian... Christian I got away."

"Ana... baby where are you... fuck, Taylor track the call now!" I hear him yell.

"Baby, talk to me where are you?"

"I don't know, somewhere in the middle of nowhere... listen it was Susannah... she wanted money and revenge and... Christian... I... I'm scared."

"No, baby... don't be scared, we'll find you and I promise to never leave you out of my sight again."

"I love you, Christian."

"I love you too, baby. Is Aria alright?"

"Yes... but I don't know for how long... I'm in labor and it's progressing fast... promise me if you can't get to me in time and have to make a choice, you pick her... promise me you pick her." I beg suddenly overcome with fear that if he has to make a decision he will pick me and not our daughter.

"No, I'll find you, there is still time right?"

"I don't know, it's progressing fast... Christian listen, I'm not alone, there is a girl with me... her name is Emily... she is Susannah's daughter... Christian she is..." Suddenly I can't hear his breathing anymore and when I look at the phone I see that the battery is dead.

Deciding that I need to get more distance between Susannah and I, I drive for a few more miles until the car is out of gas and watch worried as the sun slowly sets while my labor is progressing in record time. My water broke about ten minutes ago and there is blood, too much blood.

"Ana, I'm scared... please don't die." Emily begs me absolutely frightened.

"I'll try sweetheart... you know... when we get help... and we both are better, I want you to come and stay at my house. I have three more children, a wonderful husband and a huge family... you will love it there... and you can stay... you can live with us."

"Why?"

"Has anyone ever told you about your Daddy?"

"No, momma said he is a bad man." She says.

"He is not, he is a wonderful man, Emily... he is my husband. You don't know it yet, but you'll have a wonderful life ahead of you. And you have siblings to play with and cousins too... grandparents..." I have to stop and bite my lips so I am not screaming while the pain becomes intolerable... please Christian, please find us... I can't hold on much longer...

Twenty minutes later the car is filled with the wails of my new born daughter... I want to hold her... but had to make Emily hold her... I can't move... and it is so... so cold... somewhere in the far distance I hear police cars and ambulances... but I'm drifting into darkness... darkness is consuming me and soon there is nothing ... no pain... no sounds... just darkness...