Falling Into You
Authors Note: First off, I do not own or have any rights to any of the 'Die Hard' Franchise. This is purely a fan-based story. I am not making anything from this no money, nothing. Second, This is an O.C. Story if you don't like O.C. stories or you feel it's Mary Sue don't read it. It has violence, mature themes, and strong language. You have been advised. Thank you!
Chapter one: From Germany with Love.
Abigail Gennero sat in First Class on a Flight from Germany to the US. Abigail was on her way to Las Angeles, California to see her Sister, Holly and Holly's Family. The last time Abigail had seen her sister was when John Jr., her nephew was born that was about 4 years ago. Now, she was cutting her Vacation to Europe short all because Holly was worried her Husband, John wouldn't show up. "Abby, please come spend Christmas with us, It's been so long since you've seen Lucy or Little John they want to see their Aunt; besides I need you especially if John doesn't show up." Holly had pleaded over the phone. Abby wished she had never picked up the phone, because she wouldn't have been guilt tripped into flying back to the U.S. to spend Christmas with her sister's family. The fact that half of first class was filled with German men didn't help nor the fact that she was seated among them. She was thankful that the man sitting next to her didn't look at her like the rest of them.
The man sitting next to her was a tall man with light brown hair, a neatly trimmed beard, and Hazel eyes he wore a black John Philips suit. He had glanced at Abigail, but didn't stare for long. Abigail had to admit he was a handsome man. For the first hour of the flight she was left alone, but as soon as she had finished the rest of her novel she had been reading she found the man sitting next to her was staring at her. She looked at him then looked away, watching him from the corner of her eyes. "Can I help you?" She asked him after a few minutes. "No, I was just amused that a woman like you would be reading a book like that." The man smiled. Abby's heart skipped a beat, "And what do you mean by that?" she asked looking away from him and turning her nose up at him. "Nothing, I've never seen a woman read books about politics, law, and power." The man said. Abigail lowered her head and turned to look at the man. "Abigail." She said holding out her hand to him. "Hans." He smiled and took her hand and bringing it up to his lips laying a kiss on it instead of shaking it.
Abigail blushed lightly, "So Abigail, why are you heading to the states?" Hans asked keeping the conversation light and friendly. "Personal business." Abigail told him with a sigh. "Personal business like what?" Hans probed. "Nothing more than my family wanting me home for Christmas instead of exploring Europe." Abigail groaned. "What about you Hans? Are you going to the states for business or pleasure?" Abigail questioned. "Business." Hans stated plainly. "And what do you do for a living?" Abby was curious as to what this man did he looked professional, but there was this dangerous air about him. Hans took a sip of brandy that the flight attendant had brought him while Abigail had been reading her book; he contemplated what to tell her. "My business is nothing special." Hans said softly. "And what about you what does a woman like you do for a living?" Hans asked deciding to turn the conversation topic to her. "I work for the government; it's boring really nothing that exciting." Abigail said nonchalantly. "So where is your boyfriend? Is he meeting you in L.A.?" Hans asked after a few moments of silence. "Oh, no I don't have a boyfriend." Abby told him. "What about you where is your girlfriend?" Abigail asked Hans. "The same as you, nonexistent." Hans informed Abigail. The rest of the flight Abigail and Hans continued talking, neither one of them giving up too much information. The only time they were separated was when the plane stopped in New York to refuel. "Well Hans, I believe if we should ever meet again and still be single then we should go out on a date." Abigail told the man she had just met. "Perhaps, Abigail, perhaps." Hans said as the plane touched down in L.A. Abigail grabbed her baggage and headed out to catch a cab, and then it was off to Holly's house.
Abigail had arrived at her sister's December 23; the house was decked out in Christmas ornaments and holly. Popcorn was strung around the tree, and presents were scattered below it. For a moment Abby recalled the past every day when Abby and Holly woke up they'd run to the Christmas tree and shake their present to try and guess what their parents had gotten them. Abby wondered if Lucy and John Jr. did the same or if Holly had taught them patience. "So what do you think?" Holly asked her sister. "It looks a lot like home." Abby sighed before hugging her sister tightly. "Where are the munchkins?" Abby asked after ten minutes while pulling away from her sister. "Paulina took them out Christmas shopping they wanted to get me a gift." Holly laughed. The sisters caught up and Abigail told Holly of Hans, the man she had met on her flight. It was like they were teenagers again.
"Oh, my job's having a Christmas party tomorrow. My boss would like to meet you and John." Holly told her sister. "Well, since I'm here I guess I have no choice, but to go." Abby joked with Holly. The rest of the night went about the same way. The next morning Abby went Christmas shopping and shopping for a dress to wear to the party. Since Holly had to work, she was just going to stay at the office and work until the party, So Abby would have to take a cab there. Abigail unlike Holly had straight hair, so she wore her hair up in a bun with a few strands of hair hanging down in her face; she wore a black sparkly dress. The top layer of the skirt was made of sheer while the bottom was polyester. The bottom layer of the skirt went to her knees hiding her pistol and it's holder in her thigh. The top layer went a little bit past her knees in the front and hung about mid-calf or lower in the back. The torso part was a halter sporting a bunched style. She left the house at 5:00pm to get to the party, she arrived around six, and she checked in at the front desk then headed up to the thirtieth floor where she found the party had already commenced. Abigail entered the crowd of partiers and began looking for her sister. "Hey Sweetie, who are you I've never seen you before?" A man asked taking hold of Abby's arm. She looked the man up and down he was in a suit like every other man here, he had brown hair, and brown eyes. "That's because it's my first time here now if you'll excuse me I'm looking for my sister." Abigail said and swatted the man's hand off of her arm. "I'm Harry… Harry Ellis." He said following her. "Abigail, Abigail Gennero." She said still looking for Holly.
"Gennero, that means you're related to Holly then." Ellis said. "If you want I can show you where her office is?" Ellis offered. "That would be most kind of you." Abigail said and followed Harry through the crowd to Holly's office. Holly was just hanging up the phone when Harry knocked on the door frame. "Holly, I found someone that was looking for you." Ellis said pointing back to Abigail. "Abby, you're here sooner than I thought." Holly said standing up and rescuing her sister from Ellis. "Thank you, Mr. Ellis." Abigail said before being pulled away by Holly. Abby followed Holly around while she finished her work she was determined to get done. "Come on Holly, its Christmas eve. You guilt tripped me into coming home and all you're going to do is work." Abigail groaned. "You still sound like a teenager, waiting to be the life of the party, what are you afraid you're going to miss the excitement?" Holly laughed at her younger sister. When they arrived back to Holly's office, Ellis, John and an Asian man stood waiting. "John…" Holly began surprised to see her husband, "Have you met everyone?" She asked placing papers on a desk close to the door. "We've been sticking him with spears. Of course he has." The Asian man chuckled. "She was made for the business." He added with a serious note. "Tough as Nails." Holly approached John and kissed him on the cheek. "I was hoping you made that flight." Holly said. It sounded as if she wanted to cry, Abigail stood in the door way watching the scene unfold.
"Show him the watch." Ellis demanded ruining the perfect moment of two lovers being reunited. "Later." Holly told him with a bit of bite to it. "Go on. Show him. What are you embarrassed? It's just a small token of appreciation for all of her hard work. It's a Rolex." Ellis said trying to look suave and irresistible. "I'm sure I'll see it later." John said softly. "Is there a place where I can wash up?" John asked changing the subject. "Sure." Holly sighed. "Abby." John greeted as he followed Holly from her office. Abigail nodded and gave John a quick peck on the cheek as he passed by. "Hi, I'm Abigail. Holly's sister." She said introducing herself to the Asian man. "Joe Takagi, Holly's boss." He smiled and shook her hand. "So, Holly tells me that you're a detective." Takagi said ushering Abigail away from Holly's office and away from Ellis. "Sort of, I'm not completely a detective yet." Abigail informed him. Abigail talked with Mr. Takagi for a few moments before wandering off. She found her way up to the thirty-fourth floor she was looking over the models when she heard the door open she ducked away behind a pillar and watched a dark skinned man walk into the conference room, she watched him from behind the pillar and saw him sit down and open a section of the table to a small computer. She relaxed figuring he worked at Nakatomi and he was just coming up to work on something in peace and quiet.