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Chapter 4

CHRISTIAN'S POV:

I can't see and I can't speak… this is killing me listening to Ana crying and I can't do anything to comfort her. I'm so lost and out of control right now. I hope Taylor is on our trail, because I feel that something even worse is about to happen. I continue to listen to the soft cries I hear on the floor in front of me, so close but yet so far, as I feel the van slowing down. We must be where we are supposed to be, maybe now I could get some answers. The van came to a complete stop and I heard the side door open. I could feel someone next to me take a seat. I don't know who it is, but when he spoke I tensed up.

"Well," I heard him say, and I could tell there was a smirk on his face just by the way his voice was talking, "As our instructions this is the end of the line for someone."

End of the line? For someone? Are they going to separate us? NO! I won't let that happen, I need to stay next to Ana and the baby until we are ALL safe at home. Worry and fear as well a good dose of anger are starting to take over my body. He took off my blindfold and my eyes adjusted quickly, seeing my Ana sitting partially up with tears streaming down her face and the fear in her eyes, my heart cried out to her. I wanted to comfort her, to hold her, to even say something to her, but I still had this damn tape on my mouth.

"Wh-what are you going to do?" I could hear the pain in Ana's voice, I can tell she's scared for the answer to that question.

The man next to me started to chuckle. "Well, pretty lady, we need to take you t our boss, who has been waiting a long time for you. He said he only wanted you, and to take care of anyone else that may stand in his way."

I watched in horror as the blond guy kneeling down next to Ana draw a gun to her head as she tried to sit up a little more. I felt the rope that restrained my hands being cut, but before I could have any thoughts of fighting back I could hear his hoarse voice, "Now Grey, you make one wrong move and we put a hole in her pretty little head. We wouldn't want that, now would we?"

I think of Ana, and I think of our baby, and I know I don't want anything to happen to them. I hate that I have to give control to someone to keep my wife safe right now, the only thing I can do is not to fight back. I could never forgive myself if anything ever happened to them. I kept my eyes on hers, trying to tell her how much I love her with just my look. I can see in her eyes that she knows what's coming, because I have a bad feeling of what is going to happen. They don't want me, they want Ana, so I am disposable right now. I'm ushered out of the van and I could hear her start to cry even more. It's tearing me up inside. I hear her cry out "NO!" and I wanted to give her a look to tell her to be strong, that I love you and always will. But when I turned to look at her I watched the blond slap her hard across the face. I couldn't stand there and watch her being hurt like that, so I started to slip my hands from the guy's hands and started throwing punches. It happened so fast, and I thought I almost had him until I heard the gun. Feeling the pain in my left leg I fell down to my knees and the man that dragged me out of the van grabbed my arms to behind me and dragged me further away from the van. I noticed he tied my hands and continued to drag me further into the field.

I never pictured my death to happen like this, I always thought it would be old age with Ana by my side, not so soon to leave her like this. As he dragged me out to the line of the woods, he propped me up against the tree. Panting from dragging me quite a ways he just knelt over with his hands on his knees. He looks up at me and takes his gun from behind him. Oh no, this is it… this is where I will take my last breath. I can't even have a last word because my mouth is taped shut. I look into my killers face and see his eyes staring at me, then it was his voice that brought me back to the reality of what is really going on.

"This is a mission I signed up for, but I'm telling you right now that I have made a few adjustments. I could possibly arrange for you to have your child, but I cannot let you have your wife. She is the one that is needed right now, not you, not that baby, Her."

I'm not understanding where this is going, I thought he dragged me out here to kill me. But now he's telling me I can have my baby? My son? How can this be possible… my son is still in the body of my beautiful wife, at least for another week or two. I stare at him with confusion, unable to ask anything. He must've seen the questions in my eyes because he answered me.

"You take this phone, and when the time is right, I will call you with instructions. And until you have your kid, you need to stay low. You are supposed to be dead." He tossed an old looking flip phone a few feet away from me and pointed his gun towards the woods and fired off a couple of shots. I just realized right then that he wasn't going to kill me, but he had to make it look like he did. Maybe to convince the other two back in the van… and Ana. Oh no! Ana's going to believe I'm dead! This won't be good, there is no way it can be good! Who knows what stress this can do to her right now.

I watched as the man started running back towards the road and tears just filled my eyes. I am so lost right now, I can't save my wife from the heart ache that she is about to experience, it's an ache I don't want to think about. With my wrist still tied behind me, but not very tight as one hand started to make its way thru the knot. I could hear the van take off and I know there is nothing I can do at the moment but try to get hold of someone to help. I started to crawl on the ground, still sore from the shot to the leg, towards the phone. This little piece of crap technology is right now my only connection to get my family back. I rip the tape off my mouth, thankful for the air that brushes up against my lips. It wasn't long before I heard a car coming down the road, sounding as though it's slowing down. Are they coming back for me?

TAYLOR POV:

We are almost where the first signal is, and I'm almost frightened to what we could find here. I slow up the SUV on the road and look around. The signal is coming off the road, so I'll just park and we will all search on foot. As I parked I took a look around to make sure no one else was here, and we wouldn't be ambushed. I gathered up my gun and my phone with the signal and started towards the field. I couldn't see anything and I was hoping for the best, but expected the worse. I became trekking thru the fields following the signal and looking around. I figured I should start looking down, as I may not like what I find.

Getting closer to the wooded area I start to see some color lying in the field. Running to the still mound I just knew it was Christian, and the thought of him dead had me run faster. Tears were about to well up in my eyes with this thought, he was more than just a boss, he was a friend. I came up onto his body and saw blood seeping from his leg. Not knowing any other injuries he may have I bent down to check his pulse. As I reached for his body his head shot up and a small thankful smile came across his face. He's alive! I call for my buddy to come on over to help me take him back to the SUV, taking off my belt I wrapped it around his leg as to not lose any more blood.

Christian didn't say a word as we hobbled him back to the vehicle, but I could see that he was crying. Once we sat him down I told him that we needed to get him back into town and to a hospital. His only answer was a nod. I tried to get some information from him, but he was so withdrawn and wouldn't speak. I turned the SUV around while my buddy looked after his leg from the back, and I kept an eye on the other signal on my phone. It was still moving, and very far away. I think right now our best option is to get back and form a different game plan, with what information that we have now. So with that in mind, I headed back to Seattle calling Welch to inform him of the current situation.

ANA'S POV:

We are still moving, and I lost all track of time. I can't believe my husband is dead, but that is what they are telling me. I lay back and just wait, wait for my fate. I'm not sure what happens next, but it can't be any worse. Although something is telling me that it will. I think I fell asleep for a bit because when I woke we had stopped. I take a look around, realizing its dark outside, not sure of the time. The blond freed my wrist from the handcuffs and I tried to rub the soreness from them.

"Come." He tells me. I climb out of the van and the urge to pee is really pressing. I'm about to ask for somewhere to relieve myself when he tells me there is a bathroom in this place I could freshen up. He walked me up to this little place, no neighbors to be seen that I know of, and I don't get a good look at the house because of the darkness. Stepping inside he led me down some stairs to a wooden door with a lock and pushed me thru to the little room. I noticed it had a couple of mattresses on the floor with some blankets and pillows, and a little room off this room with a toilet, no door. I immediately rush to where my bladder calls. Stepping into this little bathroom I look over and ask the blond if he could give me some privacy. I have got to pee, but he is not going to watch me. He tells me he has got to go anyways and to make myself comfortable, and with that he left the room and closed the door. I could hear him locking it from the outside.

I blew out a breath and started to pull down my pants for some sweet relief. Oh if that doesn't feel good! I finish doing what I had to do and get up to wash my hands. Wondering back into this little room I notice it has no windows, and I'm sure no one could hear me anyways. This day has been tiring emotionally and I know I needed a good rest. I wanted to scream and cry but I also know that I have our baby to look after right now, keep him safe. I wish I could have kept my husband safe, I could have done more. I lye back on the mattress and unfold the blankets to cover myself up with. Laying down I start to think about my beloved fifty, and how much I love him and the reality that I will never see him again and I start to cry.

I must've cried myself to sleep as I could hear the door open then close again and locked. I don't know who is in here with me, but I know I don't want to find out. I keep my eyes closed, pretending I was still sleeping. It was when I felt a gentle hand pushing my hair from my face that I finally opened my eyes to see who was touching me. I was shocked at who I saw… "Grace?"

A/N: ok, here's this chapter for tonight, I have tomorrow off of work and can update again please review! And for those of you in this snow… Stay Warm!