Fifty Shade Forever

21 hours on the clock

"I need your help," she whispered through her phone.

"Who is this?" The person on the other line answered.

"It's Ana, Anastasia-"

"Of course Ms. Grey- Ana. I know who you are, I suppose I just don't understand why you're calling."

"Taylor," Ana started to hold back a squealing sob, "I need you."

The line was silent for a moment and she worried he had hung up.

"Taylor I'm in Seatle, and I need your help."

"Can you meet me at Escala?"

"No!" She said emphatically. "No," she said more collectedly this time. "Can we meet at that playground on union street?"

Again he paused. "I can be there in 20 minutes."

"Hurry," she whispered barely able to speak through the lump in her throat.

20 minutes later, she sat on a park bench, overlooking the kids who played without a care in the world.

"Ms. Grey-Ana," he cursed himself and apologise.

"I know I'm putting you in an uncomfortable position having you meet me."

"I'm assuming you didn't want Mr. Grey to know that I was seeing you here?"

"I don't. If Christian finds out the reason why I needed you, I don't know what he would do honestly."

Ana took a long pause and took a deep breath.

"Ms. Steele, or Ms. Black," he chuckled a little. "I know you don't go by either of those names anymore considering I'm overseeing the Private Investigators still searching for you. Ana, I understands that you and Mr. Grey ended your relationship, but, and I mean this why only the love of a brother, or father, I will always take care of you."

Ana couldn't hold back the tears any longer, and wrapped her arms around his neck, while Taylors' hands went to pat her head.

"Hush now Ms. Grey-Ana, tell me what's the problem."

She took a moment to compose herself and rearrange her appearance and fix her eyes, before looking upon the playset and calling over the young girl.

Without even looking at Taylor she felt him tense up and suck in a breath.

"Bibi, I would like you to meet one of mommy's old friends, Mr. Taylor."

For the first time ever, I saw him speechless, and my ever-confident girl, just like her dad, dominated the conversation.

"Hello, Mr. Taylor, it's nice to meet you, Mr. Sir."

"She has his eyes and nose, and that hair color, nobody else has that hair. But how she barely looks 3-"

"I turned 3 years old today Mr. Taylor Sir!" Pheobe beamed. The mention of yesterday had my stomach plummeting even further than the pit it was in before. I watched as Taylor did the maths in his head, his eyes widening.

"New York, almost three years ago. Mr. Grey said he saw you there-"

"It doesn't end there. I also have a son. With Christian. He's five-" Ana's words started to choke her and she buried her face in her hands.

"My brother went for a sleepover yesterday on my birthday, and mommy said you're going to drive us to bring him home," Pheobe smiled.

"I-uh-huh-ughhh..."

"Jason," Ana pleaded with her eyes, and handed him the letter. "You need to help me please."

He read over it once, then twice, and then looked back up at Pheobe.

"How long has it been, almost three hours."

"I agree that bringing in Mr. Grey at this point in time may escalate the situation, but Ana, I'm sorry, but I will need to tell him afterward."

"Whatever you need, just help me find my baby," she pleaded.

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Anastasia Steele, Grey, Black, White,

"He's fine. Sorry to worry you, I hadn't realized he had seen his dad and gone off with him. Thank you for your help, and once again sorry."

You will read this out loud and excuse yourself. Get into your car and drive away.

WE HAVE YOUR SON. WE KNOW WHO HE IS. WE WANT 5 MILLION IN CASH AT A LOCATION OF OUR CHOOSING IN SEATTLE. COMPLY WITHIN THE NEXT 24 HOURS, OR HOUR BY HOUR WE GIVE YOU BACK LITTLE THEODORE, IN PIECES. YOU TELL THE COPS AND WE'LL KNOW. TIMES STARTED, I'D GET MOVING.

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"It's clear that somehow they have had access to information about your new identity. As time goes on, it's much harder to uncover someone's fake identity, or piece together the gaps in between, so I believe that the fact they saw an uncanny resemblance to Mr. Grey, just like the photo you showed me, it was a saving grace for them."

"But if they knew me they would know I don't nearly have that kind of money, and Christian would never-"

"Pay his son's ransom?" Taylor's eyes shot high.

"No! I don't think him a monster," Ana defended.

"Mommy, why can't we get daddy to help? You said that he helps hungry people in Africa all the time and that he saves the world from bad things to keep us safe."

Taylor's eyes seemed to widen and become entranced by every word leaving that little girl's lips.

"Daddy is helping already angel, he just-" the words faded as the lies left her lips.

"Your daddy is one of my best friends-"

"Lucky you!" Pheboe exclaimed.

"And he talks about you all the time, and how he misses you so much."

"Could you tell him I miss him too and I want him to come and talk to my, my, my mommy, and ask him if we can live in a house together like all my other friends' mommies and daddies?"

Taylor nods his head pityingly and looks back to Ana, who was looking at the playground clock with tearstreaked eyes.

"We'll find him, I promise."