I just want all of you lovely readers to know that I do not own anything, that the ages are a little jacked up because of the timeline I have started things at, and that I love you all for starting this crazy story.

Just Incase You Forgot What You Are Reading:

What if Christian got a girl pregnant when he was just eighteen? What would happen when Christian finds out about the child? What would Ana and the rest of the Grey's think when the child becomes a target after seventeen years of not knowing the truth? What would happen when everything just... spirals out of control?

Chapter One: Slowly Spinning

The day had been normal, Christian got up to get ready for work thirty minutes before Ana, waking her up with a kiss after he got out of the shower. Christian watched as Ana showered and did her make up. Before dressing each other, eating and then parting their separate ways... for a good eight hours at least.

That was what CEO of Grey Enterprises and Holdings, Christian Grey thought of a usual day.

Expected, actually, he expected what would happen and therefore- could control it. And that was what he liked. What he needed.

Control.

What he did not expect was to hear the words,

"Mr. Grey, my name is FBI Agent Ryan Deelers, and I need to speak with you urgently." That is what he could not control.

"Agent Deelers? Have I done something wrong with my finances?" Christian asked, he racked his brain thinking about what could have gone wrong in his empire.

"No sir, actually, I don't even work in that department of the FBI. I work in the K and R department." If Christian was paying enough attention, he would have heard the quiver in the agent's voice.

"K and R?" Christian asked aloud, loud enough of Taylor to hear and walk over in concern.

"Kidnap and Ransom. Do not panic, it has nothing to do with your wife. She is safe. Actually, I need to speak with you face to face. You can bring your wife if you wish, but I believe that the news I have for you will be shocking and I highly suggest not bringing her if you do not feel like having a high priority thing hanging around you daily." The agent paused often in his words. That was what Christian and Taylor noticed, and both realized that it meant that the agent was choosing his words carefully.

"Where do you want to meet and when?" Christian asked.

"You see. I am outside your office door." Agent Deelers spoke, Taylor narrowed his eyes and stalked over to the door revealing a man, just a few inches shorter than Christian, but with short red hair and brown eyes, he wore a black suit with a matching tie and carried a manila folder that was reaching it's fill limit.

"You just parade into my building?" Christian hissed, Agent Deelers shrugged.

"I told you it was urgent."

Christian sighed.

"Sit, make this quick." Agent Deelers strode into the office and Taylor closed the door behind him. Deelers sat in one of the plain chairs in front of Christian's desk and opened the folder, taking out a mug shot of a bald man with eyes so dark they looked black, he wore the usual bright orange jumpsuit.

"Mr. Grey do you know who this man is?" Deelers asked.

"Yes, he is the Nightgown Nightmare. He made his living by kidnapping girls from ages three to twenty and holding them for ransom, if the ransom were not paid within a certain time period he would rape the girl, dress her in a gaudy nightgown and kill her. He had killed nearly twenty girls and raped- but returned fifteen of them before he was finally caught. He escaped from jail a few years ago. Why has this come up? Do you think I have hired him?" Christian asked waving his hand around at the question, smiling inwardly believing that he had gotten control of the situation.

"Should I wait for your wife before I go on?" Agent Deelers asked.

Christian shook his head.

"We found the "Nightgown Nightmare's" hide out. The walls were filled with pictures of his past victims- before he was caught- and the more recent ones. Not only did we find those but we found the pictures of the girls that he was planning on taking next." Agent Deelers laid another picture out in front of Christian. The girl had copper colored hair and the brightest set of green eyes he had ever seen, she was wearing a pink shirt- it was obviously a school ID. So that was all there was to the picture.

"Mr. Christian Grey, meet Nicolette Johnson." Agent Deelers paused, as if wondering if he should continue.

"Your daughter."

- Dramatic Pause -

Christian looked up with wide eyes, as Taylor took in a sharp breath.

Daughter? No, no, she can't be his daughter. It was not possible, the girl looked like she was sixteen... Sixteen years ago, Camilla Torres? But the girl's last name was Johnson, Camilla got married?

A billion thoughts ran through Christian's mind, but every single one led up to why Nicolette's picture was in that manila folder.

"She is his next victim. I have a team racing towards her and the local PD in her city is watching her closely. But we can not spook her, because if we spook her then we spook him. Your daughter is our only way of getting to this monster." Agent Deelers spoke steadily, as if coaxing a monster out of a rage.

A long and deadly pause took over the room.

"She is in danger. She is my daughter and is in danger." Christian spoke quietly, "She will be moving in with me, her father before this animal even gets within a mile of her. I want you to do your damn job and get this monster off the streets. I need her address now." Christian hissed.

"That will not be so easy. You see, your daughter was put up for adoption when she was born. She was adopted yes- but to a man who now lives across the country. In Florida." Agent Deelers spoke with timid voice. He was not expecting Christian Grey to uproot the poor girl.

"I don't care. I didn't sign shit when her mother gave her up. And so that means I still have paternal rights to her. More rights than that man has. Now, give me the damned address, or the city or the friddgen zip code for all I care. She is my daughter. I will finish raising her." Christian hissed. Reluctantly, Agent Deelers handed the information over. But not without a last warning.

"Mr. Grey, I would seriously reconsider uprooting the girl." His words, however, were met with a resilient growl.