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!

Here's chapter Seven: Sorry for the wait, I had a bit of writers block and this one is short not as short as the first two chapters, but still shorter than I wanted. I hope you all like it thanks again for those following and those who reviewed and the one person for favorited it.

Chapter Seven: I'll kill you.

Her head was cast down trying to hide the tears of betrayal, her body shook with anger. She was so stupid trusting this man, saving his life, thinking he might actually care for her she was just the spoils of the heist just like the Bara bonds. She heard footsteps approach her, she could tell by the shoes it wasn't Hans, but that creep that owned this farce of a business. His hand came down to her right shoulder, his thumb pressing on the wet bandages. Abigail hissed in pain angry tear stricken eyes glaring at the man. She could feel fresh blood seep from the wound he had just reopened. "She's damaged property, this is what you meant by she's not worth that much. You Bastard you were going to allow me to take your second hand filth and take a pristine beauty." The man growled his hand squeezing harder into the wound. Something in Abigail snapped gripping his wrist she pulled her shoulder from his hold. Moving faster than they thought possible she moved to the side of him grabbing his upper arm, while keeping hold of his wrist and snap; she broke his elbow she continued pulling about ready to pull his arm from his shoulder.

She had taken karate when she was younger as well as self-defense classes before entering the academy. Hearing the cocking of guns she chicken winged his arm behind his back and turned him towards his men who were now aiming at her. Hans, Theo and Kristoff stared at her. Theo and Kristoff were shocked; while Hans his face held an unreadable expression, but there was a gleam in his eye one that sent a shiver down her spine. Abigail held the man close using him as a shield one arm held his behind his back as the other was wrapped around his shoulder her hand on the back of his neck. She kept pressure applied to his broken elbow, lest he break free. Most people would succumb to the pain and first try to relieve it her constant shifting kept his from working she anticipate when and how he'd move. At one moment his back was flush upon her front and she felt his gun hidden under his shirt, quickly releasing her hold on his good arm she went for his gun. She succeeded in obtaining it, but lost her shield. She only maintain her grip on his elbow he came at her moving to punch her while she raised the gun cocking it and pointing it to his face. He stopped, "Drop your weapons or I'll put a bullet in his head." She told his men catching their itching fingers. "Tell them to do as I say." Abigail ordered him flexing her trigger finger to prove she meant business.

"Escucharla y bajar sus armas que idiotas." He hollered. Kristoff and Hans quickly disarmed two of the men. The ring leader opened his mouth to order the remaining men to open fire, but as soon as the first word left his lips his brain left his head. Abigail released him, Hans and Kristoff had opened fire as well she quickly helped take out the remaining men. As she and Hans placed a few bullets in the last remaining man they turned to each other Hans lowered his weapon. Abigail glared at him down her barrel. "Abigail." Hans voice was sharp Theo and Kristoff watched in horror as she had turned on them. "You were going to leave me with these men." She hissed. Hans narrowed his eyes at her accusation, he should have expected this she was after all a cop. "I was accessing the building trying to figure out how to best rescue you, if he thought you meant nothing to me you wouldn't be used against me." Hans stated. "You think I'd let someone else take you after everything I went through to get you." Hans was trying to stay calm, but he found it difficult to do while she was around.

"You bastard, I'm nothing to you, but a bonus prize from your last heist." Abigail sneered. Hans took a step forward, he knew now she wouldn't pull the trigger. She had come to care for him too much to kill him. She snatched to gun from her hand. "Theo, Kristoff help these ladies from here, give them the money these men have to help them get home." Hans ordered his men his eyes never leaving Abigail. Once the last of the women were out of the room he tossed Abigail's gun to the side closed the gap between them his free hand grasping the back of her neck and pulling her too him his lips hungrily taking hers. Abigail collapsed against him fresh tears rolling down her face his hands gripping the solid black tee he wore. Without breaking the kiss he scooped her into his arm the machine gun he had stolen from one of them men still in his right hand which was under her legs. Breaking the kiss he carried her from the room, she buried her head into his chest crying into it.

They quickly left the building as a few of the women had decided to call the police. He didn't blame them; he understood that they wanted to be sure they wouldn't be taken again. A few women had also pleaded with Theo and Kristoff to take them with them. The two men of course had denied them, thinking it was bad enough they had one woman on their hands that even one more would cause even more problems. Since Hans had kept his previous clothes as they weren't too terribly ruined he had given Abigail his suit jacket to cover her until they reached a new hotel. Abigail clung to Hans she wouldn't even release him to allow him to book the room and Theo had been injured as well so Kristoff entered the hotel and booked a two bedroom suite they were back in the tourist part of Mexico and had decided on a lavish hotel. They deserved something nice they'd be staying there for a while after all. Hans had an account in the caimans thankfully that was damn near untraceable so he had Kristoff use this card to book the room. He could afford it, besides no one would expect them to be so out in the open as well as it would take the US sometime to be allowed into Mexico to search for them. The Mexican police would handle it first and he was certain he'd be able to bribe them if by some miracle they had recognized them. Abigail was easy to get into the hotel as all he had to do was carry her in as long as her head was tucked in it would seem a husband carrying his wife back to the hotel room after a long day of drinking on the beach. Theo was a different story; Theo would have to play an inebriated man who got into a drunken brawl.

Kristoff helped him up and occasionally when people would pass he'd pull himself from Kristoff and tried to swing at Kristoff. He had to admit Theo was a decent actor, as well as he'd try to hit on women as they passed and Kristoff would apologize for him explaining he had too much to drink. Finally they made it to their room, a bell hop had taken care of their bags for them and they were already in the room. They all sighed in relief sitting on the couches in the living room part of the suite. "Let's get you cleaned up." Hans said after an allotted time had passed. Helping Abigail to the master bedroom he helped her undress and get into the shower while she showered he retrieved his bag and her small bag of clothes the other two had gone to their room which held two double beds. They would relax for the rest of the day and most likely order room service. Hans joined Abigail in the shower; he held her naked form close to his from behind the water cascaded down on both of them. Abigail was still angry with him, he knew that. "I'm sorry Abigail; I didn't mean to hurt you back there." He sighed after a long silence. "Next time I will kill you." She stated warning him. "Darling there will not be a next time." He swore while kissing the back of her head. Although he had wanted nothing more to ravish her body again especially after seeing her in that lingerie, but he knew it would push her away and she wouldn't have her hating him for not giving her time to recover, besides that bastard had reopened her wound the one she had received saving his life.

He had to give her time to heal physically and mentally. So he'd have to be satisfied in simply holding her for now. Once they were out of the shower Hans bandaged her up again, worn out from the amount of adrenaline that had coursed through her she easily slept. She hadn't even the energy to dress so Hans wrapped her in the blankets on the bed. Dressing him and Kristoff entered the living room at the same time. "How's Theo?" Hans asked. "He's resting they beat him up pretty badly." Kristoff huffed. "How's the girl?" Hans looked away from Kristoff he knew both Kristoff and Theo weren't happy about him bringing her. "She's been through a lot, she'll be fine though. She's my problem now." Hans informed him. "Why did you bring her Hans?" Kristoff found himself asking. "I'm not entirely sure." Hans huffed. He wasn't sure why, but even from the first moment he laid eyes on her when he sat down next to her on the plane, he had felt a pull to her. He wasn't sure if it was an animalistic pull or if he had fallen in love with the girl at first sight, either way was cliché in his opinion. He was Hans Gruber for fuck sake and he always had a plan and reason he did things, but with Abigail it was simply because for some reason he wanted her, like he almost needed her.

"I'm going to go into town and see if I can find her some more clothes now that she's down to one outfit." Hans informed Kristoff after an awkward silence had fallen between them. "I'll join you; perhaps we can pick up something to cook." Kristoff said not really wanting to eat the local food the entire stay. The two set off, they stayed to the tourist part of town buying clothes for Abigail as well as groceries only buying what they had to cook. When they returned to the hotel Theo was sitting in the living room watching T.V. the volume was low and he had the subtitles on. He looked much better, his face was still bruised and he had a few cuts, but the swelling had gone down. "How are you feeling?" Hans asked. "Better than Abby," Theo smiled. "I give her credit she can hold her own in a fight." Hans and Kristoff simply stared at him; he had disliked Abigail more than Kristoff had. "I thought you didn't like her." Hans stated. "I didn't, I still don't trust her; but she's starting to grow on me." Theo shrugged while turning back to the T.V. As Kristoff put the food away in the fridge, Hans checked up on Abigail as well as hanging the clothes up for her, he hoped she liked them. They ordered something quick from room service before retiring for the night. Abigail hadn't woken at all and none of them wished to disturb her. Shedding almost all his clothes save for his boxers Hans joined Abigail and fell to sleep rather quickly.