Third Person POV

"Are you really going to kill me?" Hannah asked Tom when he had hung up the phone and passed it back to Nathan.

"Of course. But we plan to let your father squirm a little before we do" Nathan answered her and Tom took a seat back down in the leather chair. Hannah wasn't even bound or gagged. She deduced that she must be being held somewhere where she couldn't run and no one could hear her even if she did scream.

"Is there any point of me trying to escape considering you haven't even bothered to restrain me?" she asked and sat up straight on the sofa and looked from the two men.

"No...there is four armed men out there who would just shoot you point blank. We decided there was no reason to gag you or restrain you" Nathan replied and Hannah smirked a little. She wasn't scared of them. If she was going to die she was going to do it with dignity.

"And when do you plan to kill me?" she asked and Nathan paced in front of her but he didn't take his eyes of her as he moved across the floor.

"Sometime soon. Don't worry. You won't be alive for much longer" Nathan told her "after what your father did to our father we aren't exactly in a patient mood"

Hannah figured out that Tom and Nathan were related and she looked at the pair. They had the same eyes but that was about it.

"I would prefer to die then spend another minute in the presence of you bastards" Hannah suddenly spoke through gritted teeth and Nathan saw red; he grasped onto Hannah's hair and dragged her to her feet. He slammed her face first against the open wall and pressed his gun against her temple.

"You would prefer to die Hannah? What, right now?" he yelled at her. Hannah's face was at the side so she could breathe even though her breathing was heavy. His body was crushed against hers and his hand was pushing her harder into the wall.

"Answer me!" he yelled and Hannah began to sob. She had attempted to be brave but she was scared. She didn't want to die and she didn't want to die like this if she had to.

"No" she muttered through the corner of her mouth and began to sob louder. Nathan's grip slowly loosened on her head and he allowed her to sink down the wall. She had blood on the corner of her mouth from where he had flung her against the wall. Hannah wiped her lip with her hands and glared up at her captors. Anger and fear occupied her eyes.

"But we could be honest here Hannah" Nathan began his torment as Tom poured two glasses of brandy.

"Your daddy never wanted you. He sent you to England Hannah. Thirteen years. Thirteen years of you wondering if the phone would ring and it would be him saying that he wanted you back. Thirteen years wasted Hannah. Clearly, he never wanted you back. He was young. He could go out and not worry about some child cramping his style. He never wanted you Hannah. It would be easier for you to just admit that instead of living in some deluded fantasy where he missed you."

Hannah sat there and took in what he had just said. Nathan watched the girl's emotionless face and his grin grew. He had gotten to the girl. Good. He wanted to toy with the girl's emotions, he wanted to manipulate her. He wanted her to hate her father and he wanted Don to know that before he killed the girl. It would eat away at Don more than just simply killing her. For her to die and her father know she hated him would break his heart. And that was what Nathan and Tom wanted.

"Go to hell" Hannah slowly said from the floor and her eyes bore into Nathan's. She wasn't going to allow him to tell her these lies.

"You naive bitch" Nathan swore and he downed his whisky and adjusted the tie he was wearing on his suit. Tom gave out a low whistle before Nathan dragged her from the floor and pushed her back onto the sofa.

"Shall we give daddy dearest a call?" Nathan teased as he dialled Flack's number into her cell phone. Nathan flung himself onto the sofa next to Hannah and sat up straight next to her. With one hand he held the phone to his ear and with the other he stroked Hannah's hair in an almost sickening soothing way. The phone rang three times before Don answered.

"Detective Flack. How nice to speak to you" Nathan said

"Where is she?" Don asked worriedly as Adam began tracing the call which was being made.

"She's safe. For now." Nathan warned him and Don sighed.

"I want to talk to her" Don demanded

"You're in no position to make demands Detective" Nathan said and he moved his mouth close to Hannah's ear.

"Besides...she is perfectly safe with us" he whispered and Hannah shuddered at having this creep close to her. His mouth was tantalisingly close to her ear that it made Hannah have to resist the urge to throw up. Instead she focused her hatred filled eyes onto Tom who was staring back at her.

"Please...just let me speak to her" Don pleaded when Nathan had moved away from Hannah but his stroking of her hair continued. She remained sat there emotionless.

"I suppose so" Nathan gave in and he pressed the phone against her ear.

"I'm here dad" Hannah said

"Thank God Hannah...look, we're working on finding you. I promise we'll get you back soon. Okay?" he said but Hannah didn't take any of it in.

"I need you to know that I love you dad. Regardless of anything which has happened I love you. Please believe me" Hannah said

"Hannah...don't...it sounds like you're saying goodbye. Don't do that to me" Don begged her.

"Dad! Please just know I love you. Please!" Hannah begged him

"I know Hannah. I love you too. I am so sorry" he sobbed down the phone and then the line went dead.

...

"We managed to narrow the trace down to a three mile radius" Mac told Don who was stood with the phone in his hand. His eyes were trained on it as he spoke:

"You should have heard her Mac...she said she loved me"

"That is because she does Don" Mac told him but he shook his head.

"She said it as if she was saying goodbye Mac. As if she didn't think we would find her" Don looked into Mac's wise eyes and Mac looked at the floor.

"We're doing our best Don" Mac said and Don nodded. Sometimes the best wasn't good enough.