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DISCLAIMER: The Characters of Sue Thomas, Jack Hudson, Bobby Manning, Dimitrius (D) Gans, Donna Gans, Tanya Gans, David (Davey) Gans, Myles Leland III, Tara Samuel, Lucy Dotson, Ted Garrett, Darcy D'Angelo, and Levi are the property of Pebblehut, Paxson Entertainment, Dave Alan Johnson, Gary R. Johnson, and their subsidiaries and related parties. Similarities of other characters to individuals real or imagined are purely coincidental.

Chapter 1

Small candlelit tables dotted the room, while soft melodic tunes filled the air. The dining patrons were mesmerized by the rich, soulful voice of the tall brunette on stage. Everyone's eyes were locked on the graceful beauty, everyone that is except for one lone man, who was constantly scanning the room.

Myles Leland the Third sat in the back corner, quietly observing the other guests, noting the obvious rapture on their faces as they listened. While not his normal genre of music, he had to admit her natural presence on stage was quite enchanting.

"Like many of you, the events of September 11, 2001 forever changed my life, just like December 7, 1941 altered the way those witnessing Pearl Harbor felt and lived," the woman on stage began, much to Myles' surprise.

For the two weeks they'd been working undercover here, Hannah had pretty much stayed with the script and the songs he, as her manager, had provided her. Now, much to his chagrin, she'd suddenly changed, without his knowledge or approval. What was she up to? he wondered, watching her intently.

"Through unfortunate events, ordinary people became heroes," she continued, moving to sit on the stood provided at the end of the piano. "No matter if you are a teacher or a fireman, a computer programmer or a policeman, a housewife or a nurse, everyone has that ability. They just need to find it in themselves," she finished as the piano began to play.

There's a flower, in the smallest garden, reaching for the light.
There's a candle, in the darkest corner, conquering the night.
There is amazing strength, in a willing hand.
There are victories that you've never planned.
There's a hero, in everybody's heart.

There's a fire inside of everybody, burning clear and bright.
There's a power in the faintest heartbeat that cannot be denied.
Go on and trust yourself. You can ride the wind.
You're gonna take your dreams, where they've never been.
There's a hero, in everybody's heart.

Go on and trust yourself. You can ride the wind.
You're gonna take your dreams, where they've never been.
There's a hero, in everybody's heart.
There's a hero, in everybody's heart.

As thunderous applause filed the air, Myles snapped out of the trance she'd put him in with her voice. Who would have thought a voice that beautiful could come from a woman so hard and cold, Myles snipped sarcastically to himself, not wanting to admit fully he'd enjoyed her emotional performance. While it was obvious to his experienced ear she was untrained, he was impressed with her range and vocal talent. Just beautiful, he thought briefly as he watched the other agent begin her next blues number.

While there remained some friction since her transfer from the San Antonio office, Myles and Hannah had come to an unspoken agreement, enabling them to work together. Well, we hadn't really worked together until now, the tall blonde agent reminded himself, grimacing.

In the three months since Hannah arrival on the team, she'd been working mainly with Bobby and Jack. However, because of other commitments, Myles had been partnered with her for this undercover, which was supposed to have been one night, but had dragged into more than two weeks.

Taking a sip of the ginger ale he had in front of him, Myles remembered the sinking feeling he felt the day D announced they'd be working together. From the distasteful expression on Hannah's face, he knew she wasn't pleased by the news either. However, whether it was from professionalism or stubbornness neither one planned to back down.

At least we can be in the same room for five minutes without verbally attacking each other, Myles sighed resuming his surveillance of the room. Just barely, he groaned silently, recalling the fight they'd had just that morning.

"We're going to see MY informants. Why can't we take my car?" Hannah asked indignant, hands on her hips as she stood almost nose to nose with Myles in the agency parking deck. Almost, if it wouldn't have been for the fact she was a half a foot shorter, so her nose only came up to his collar, but she wasn't backing down.

"Because I will not risk my life while you learn to drive," Myles replied. turning on his heel to saunter over to his car.

"LEARN TO DRIVE?" Hannah shouted after him, the fury at his insult building inside her.

"I do…" Myles began turning around, only to be cut off by her running into him when he suddenly stopped. With a glare, he continued, "I do recall a certain incident with a garbage can and a fire hydrant."

"Well, I'm still learning the traffic here," Hannah replied sheepishly. "It wasn't my fault those two cars pulled out in front of me," she insisted, her eyes dropping to the cement floor in embarrassment.

"Well, I don't want to be a 'victim' of your education," Myles responded curtly, turning his back on her.

"How am I supposed to learn, if you guys won't let me drive?" the tall brunette complained, following him as he continued to his car, this time keeping a safer distance.

"I don't particularly care, just as long as I'm not required to be your 'guinea pig', Special Agent Starr," he retorted, getting in the car, effectively ending any further discussion as Hannah fumed quietly.

Movement to his left drew Myles' attention from his thoughts. A man with a dark briefcase moving through the nightclub normally wouldn't have drawn any suspicions, but on previous nights, as soon as Hannah started singing everything stopped. However tonight, watching the man slink towards the backstage entrance peaked the tall agent's curiosity.

Standing slowly, Myles followed the man, glancing briefly at Hannah as she finished what he knew was her final song for the night. From her subtle acknowledgement of his departure, he knew she would follow as soon as she could.

Myles entered the hallway behind the stage, just as the door leading to the basement click shut. Moving quickly, but keeping his eyes open, he turned the doorknob carefully, half expecting someone to jump out and ask him what he was doing.

What am I doing? Myles wondered as he descended the stairs into the basement. Something told him that he should turn around and call for back up, but his legs continued to carrying him forward, curious as to what the man was doing.

Over the last couple of months, a maniac had held the DC area hostage, not unlike in the sniper case Jack led. Taunting the F.B.I., he sent almost unsolvable riddles, giving clues to where he'd hit next. Unfortunately, three bombs had detonated killing several and injuring more than a hundred.

The two of them had been assigned temporarily to a Counterterrorism unit, where they had no descriptions of the lunatic and no way of knowing if he acted alone. This was the first time they'd received any information on a possible hit before getting the riddle that seemed to confirm the information.

In the back of his mind, Myles wondered if this was the madman as he watched him duck into the boiler room. We've been here for two weeks. Why would he hit tonight? he wondered, recalling the information that all the other bombs had gone off just before closing. Which wouldn't be for another two hours, he looked at his watch. And this was only supposed to be an 'information gathering' stakeout, he reminded himself. Still, he couldn't shake that feeling.

Suddenly, a deafening roar filled the air and the floor dropped beneath him as the nightclub imploded on itself. The three-story structure fell to the ground in fragments, shattered bricks, plaster, and debris – everything broken, twisted, or hideously bent. Along with everyone from inside, Hannah and Myles were buried beneath the rubble as angry smoke rose from the wreckage.

Lyrics: Don Cook and John Jarvis