Stepping off the plane as it touched back down in Seattle Christian climbed into the waiting car on the tar mac, undoing his tie and undoing his top two buttons while he waited for Taylor his fingers running through his hair. Knowing Ana didn't go straight home after work, Christian knew he had to come home. She couldn't follow one simple request, especially with Hyde out there. Why couldn't she just do as she was told? Yes she had Sawyer with her but she promised him she would come straight home after work. As Taylor got into the front of the car and started to drive, Christian pulled out his phone from the inside of his tux. A missed call off Ana and a few business calls. He couldn't call Ana back. Not now. He was furious with her. He'd speak to her when they got home…well in the morning. It was late and he presumed she'd be in bed. God he hoped she be in bed when he got in. If she wasn't home from her night out with Kate when he got there he was going to be even more furious…though right now he didn't think that was possible to be even more angry than what he was currently feeling.
As his phone went off in his hand a frown formed across Christian's forehead as he glanced to Taylor in front. "It's Gail…" He mumbled before frowning as he answered the phone, putting the phone on loud speaker. "Gail." He answered calmly. It was odd for her to be ringing him, especially at this time of night.

"Oh Mr Grey!" She blubbered. "You and Taylor need to come home right away." She was hysterical.

Christian frowned as he looked to Taylor before looking to his phone. "We're on the way…Gail is everything alright?"

"No." She simply replied through her tears. "Sawyer has been stabbed."

Christian's eyes widened as he looked to Taylor who nodded and put his foot down on the accelerator. "What? What the fuck happened? Are you and Ana alright? Where the hell is Prescott?" He demanded as he glared to his phone.

"Mrs Grey is gone…" She whispered through her tears. "I came down for a glass of water…Sawyer was just lying on the floor. There's so much blood…I went to look for Mrs Grey but she isn't here sir. Her stuff is in the bedroom but she's nowhere to be found." She explained. "Sir I have to go the police and paramedics are here."

Christian felt sick. Where the hell was Ana? What happened to Sawyer? Hearing Gail, Christian looked to his phone. "Gail we will be with you shortly." He told her as he hung up the phone, clenching his jaw and grasped the phone tightly in his hand. "Fuck!" He hissed to himself as he ran his fingers through his hair again. This could not be happening right now. As Taylor headed into the garage, Christian could see the police cars and ambulances outside the building. As Taylor parked, Christian instantly jumped out of the car and headed over to the elevator and inside, Taylor right behind him as he punched in the code and waited as the elevator made its way up to the apartment. He couldn't distinguish how he felt right now. He felt angry, worried, scared. So many feelings running through him and he didn't know how to deal with them. "Taylor I want you to check the CCTV right away. We need to know what happened and where the hell Ana has gone."

"Yes Mr Grey." Taylor responded to him. As the elevator pinged open, Taylor gestured for Mr Grey to go in before he followed him out and headed straight for his office. He knew this was a time that Christian was not to be messed with. He could only imagine how angry he was right now, but he was hiding it well. He had to give him that. He had come such a long way since meeting Anastasia.

Going into the apartment, Christian went into the great room. There were so many police. Forensics everywhere. The paramedics working on Sawyer. There was so much blood on the floor.

"Mr Grey." Mrs Jones blubbered as she saw him, making her way over to him.

"Is he going to make it?" Christian asked, tearing his eyes from Sawyer to look to Gail. She looked exhausted.

"They're not sure." She whispered to him. "They seem to think that no vital organs have been hit but he's lost so much blood. I searched everywhere when the paramedics came…I don't know what's happened to Mrs Grey. I'm so sorry." She whispered, the tears rolling down her face once more.

"It's not your fault." Christian reassured her before he looked up as a man made his way over to them.

"Mr Grey? My name is Detective Clarke." A man introduced as he offered his hand to Christian.

Christian looked to him before shaking his hand.

"Mrs Jones informed us that you have been in New York."

Christian frowned slightly." Yes. I had a business trip. Was scheduled to return tomorrow evening but I decided to return early."

"Can I ask why?"

"Because I can." Christian responded to him bluntly.

"We understand your wife is missing…." The detective began as he looked to Sawyer before looking to Christian once more. "Is there any reason to believe that your wife would harm Mr Sawyer? Disagreement that's gotten out of hand perhaps?"

Christian's face darkened as he looked to him. "Detective are you accusing my wife of stabbing Sawyer?" He asked in disbelief with the shake of his head. "Sawyer is my wife's security. She would never hurt him. Much so I don't think she would have the physical capability to over power Sawyer." He snapped to him. How dare he accuse Ana of hurting Sawyer!

"It's a line of enquiry we have to pursue. Especially with her missing." He told him before he sighed. "Does this mean anything to you?" He asked as he passed Christian a piece of paper inside a forensics bag.

Taking the bag Christian looked down to it and frowned slightly. "You owe me a life." He read before he shook his head and looked to the Detective. "No…where was this?"

The Detective sighed. "On Mr Sawyer's chest…someone is clearly trying to send you a message."

Christian looked to him as he shook his head, running his fingers through his hair once more. What the hell was going on?

"Sir." Came Taylor's voice as he appeared around the corner. "There's something you need to see…"

Christian looked to Taylor before looking to Detective Clarke. "You better come with us." He told him before he followed Taylor to his office.

Following Christian and Taylor, Detective Clarke raised an eyebrow seeing all the television monitors. "Impressive…" He looked to Christian. "CCTV?"

Christian nodded. "Yes. Precaution. I'm sure you understand why." He told him with a slight shrug before he then moved and stood behind Taylor as he went back through the footage. As he started to play it, Christian watched as did Detective Clarke. Watched as a dark, hooded figure broke the vase then waited for Sawyer before stabbing him. Christian's jaw clenched before watching as the figure went to his bedroom, the colour draining from his face as he emerged with Ana over his shoulder and head towards the elevator. "This enough to prove my wife didn't stab him?" He asked with a shake of his head, running his fingers through his hair again. He could feel the anger building up again.

"Do you have any idea who this person is?" The detective asked. "Or how he got in?"

"Emergency stairwell." Taylor responded before looking to Christian. "The doors open." He told him before he went to the CCTV and went to the emergency stairwell where they watched the intruder enter.

"That fucker!" Christian snapped seeing who it was.

"You know him?"

"Jack fucking Hyde." He hissed through gritted teeth.

"How do you know him?"

"He was my wife's boss as SIP."

"Was?"

"He was fired a few weeks ago."

"Can you tell me why?"

"Because he tried to sexually assault my wife." He told him bluntly. "I was in the process of buying the company. When I found out what he tried to do to Ana, I had him fired."

"Was Mr Hyde aware that you were buying the company?"

"No."

The detective nodded slightly as he wrote down some notes. "We'll put out an APB for Mr Hyde. Check the CCTV of the surrounding area. Do you have CCTV in the garage?"

Taylor looked to Christian, as he nodded he turned back to the screens as he then pulled up the CCTV from the garage.

As Taylor pulled up the CCTV from the garage, Christian watched, his hands going into fists as he watched Hyde. Throwing her into the back of a van. Putting something on a cloth before disappearing into the back of the truck then reappearing and driving off. "Detective Clarke…" Christian began. His voice dark and quiet. "I suggest you find my wife before I do…because if I come face to face with Hyde I will not be accountable for my actions." He told him. It wasn't a threat. It was a promise. He would kill him.

"Mr Grey I can assure you that we will do everything in our power to bring your wife home safely." Detective Clarke told him before looking to Taylor. "Can you make copies of this footage for me please?

Taylor nodded as he typed away on the computer before passing a disk to the detective.

"Thank you. We will keep you up to date with our investigation. I'll be by tomorrow in case Hyde contacts you and starts making demands. This is a hostage situation now so we have to follow the correct protocol."

Christian just nodded slightly. As Mrs Jones came to the doorway he looked to her. "Gail…"

"They've managed to stabilise Sawyer. They're taking him to the hospital now." She informed them.

Christian nodded slightly to her and looked to Detective Clarke. "Excuse me." He mumbled before he quickly followed Mrs Jones to the great room. Watching as they wheeled Sawyer to the elevator. "I want hourly updates of his condition." Christian told them firmly. "The slightest change I want to know, do you understand?"

"Yes Mr Grey." The paramedic replied as they took Sawyer away.

Christian took a deep breath before he then looked as the police started to pack everything up and leave, clearly having everything that they needed.

"We'll leave you to get some rest…" Detective Clarke told him as he emerged with Taylor. "A unit is out already looking for your wife and Hyde." He told him softly. "I'll be back first thing in the morning. Any updates and I will call right away." He told him heading to the elevator.

"Thank you." Christian mumbled to him as he watched him go.

"Mr Grey can I get you anything?" Mrs Jones whispered to him.

Christian shook his head. "No thank you." He looked to her. "You should get some rest."

Mrs Jones shook her head. "Not until Mrs Grey is home safe and sound." She told him softly before she headed off to the kitchen to busy herself.

"Taylor…" Christian whispered as he looked to him.

"Yes sir."

"Please find my wife." It was a plea. A beg.

"Yes sir." Taylor responded as he went off to his office.

Christian watched him go before he then took a deep breath, watching as Mrs Jones started to clean up the blood off the floor. Going to his bedroom he looked over to the bed. Ana's handbag on the end of the bed and her shoes just on the floor. He could see the sheets had been disturbed. His jaw clenched. His thoughts running away with him, thinking the worst. He was so god damn angry with her and now she had been taken from him. Snatched by a man he loathed. He just wanted her home safe. Grabbing his phone he scrolled through until he reached his mother's number, his thumb hovering above the number before he took a shaky breath and called her. He didn't know what else to do. Didn't know who else to call. He needed his mom.