AN: I know, you're all going "Another story?" *nods* Yep another story. Hey be lucky I'm not as bad as Stephie. 70 some odd stories and I think only 3 are complete! *clears throat* Sorry on to my plotline. So what if Haley and Jack never existed and Aaron was with Em since his post with the Ambassador? What if they now have a 17 year old daughter? A daughter who is as stubborn as both of her parents and will not leave when it comes to a show down with Foyet? We'll see now won't we? So sit back, relax, and enjoy!
Disclaimer: I only own my OC, Hannah Hotchner.
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"Hannah, come on sleepy head, get up up up!" Emily said laughing. Hannah groaned and rolled over, her head buried under the pillow on her bed. "Hannah, come on. You're dad's waiting downstairs for breakfast."
"Eat… out me" she mumbled. Emily rolled her eyes. If she was this stubborn to get up, she owned her nanny a hell of a lot.
"We'll let you drive" Emily said in a sing-song voice. Hannah's head popped up and she grinned.
"Really?"
"I'll talk to him about it, so up and at 'em!" Emily said. Hannah groaned as she stood up. She stretched her arms over her head, her shirt riding up to reveal her toned stomach.
"I don't know how you can eat so much and stay so small. You have your mother's metabolism" Aaron said from the door to his daughter's room. Hannah rolled her eyes as she pulled her shirt down. Even wearing a tank to bed had been an argument with Mr. Overprotective the first time she had done it. "Sorry kid, we've got a case." Hannah sighed. This was the normal. They had a case and she was left with the neighbor checking in on her.
"Eh, I'm used to it. I'm going back to bed though. So be safe, I love you, talk later" she said, lying back down. Aaron and Emily rolled their eyes, but both kissed their daughter goodbye and left, locking the door up tight. Hannah fell back to sleep.
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Hannah groaned as the sun hit her face. She sat up and ran a hand over her face. She checked the clock. 3 PM. She sighed.
"Guess I should hit the grocery store for food. I got 4 more hours" she said to herself. She grudgingly got up and dressed in an outfit her father would approve of. She curled her lip at the sweater and jeans. "Great. He's gone and I'm still not rebellious." She sighed and grabbed her purse and keys, heading out to her car. She was only allowed to drive from between 10 am and 7 pm, unless it was for work or school. Having the FBI at you beck and call sucked. What was the fun of having the protection if she couldn't even have fun?
Backing out of the drive, Hannah didn't see the car sitting across the street, the occupant watching her.
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Hannah stepped out of the car, popping open the trunk to get her groceries.
"Excuse me, I lost my dog, have you seen him?" Hannah looked around, seeing the tall man. She smiled at him. He had gray hair shaved close to his head and was wearing a black sweatshirt and gloves. It was a little nippy out, but it wasn't that cold.
"No sorry, but I'll be on the lookout. What does he look like?" she asked as he stepped closer. The man gave her a sadistic smirk.
"No need to worry. I have what I came after." Hannah froze as he discretely pulled a knife on her. "I think we should go inside. Shut the trunk and get in the house. Hate to have something happen to that pretty face of yours." Hannah shut the trunk and led him to the house. He pushed her inside, grinning as she tripped and fell, giving him time to lock the door.
"What do you want?" she asked. Foyet grinned at her.
"To hurt your father."
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AN: I'm evil! *grins* I know. Although Cassie okayed the length! She didn't ask how it was going to end. I shall be running and writing the next chapter! So thanks for reading, let me know how I did please! *runs*