Author's note - So, I know this is late but I broke my laptop screen again and I've only just started my GCSE years so I've already been swamped with homework. I also know that this is no excuse but if it helps the next chapter is already twice the length of this and I haven't even finished writing it yet.

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"I'm looking for my daughter."

"Ok, is she deceased?" asked Megan, realising it may have something to do with the morgue.

"No, but I was told I could find her here."

"Ok, what's her name?"

"Dr Megan Hunt."

"Dad?" asked Megan, completely dumbfounded by this new revelation.

"Megan."

"B, but you died. How are you here?"

"There is so much yet to explain. You see, I didn't really die."

"You were shot in the head, there's no way you could've survived that."

"Did you see my body?"

Megan thought for a second before answering. "No, they said the damage was too much; that you were unrecognisable."

"Those belongings they gave you were mine but the man who actually died in our house was a friend of mine named John Elliot." He explained, taking Megan's hands into his. "You see, there was a file I was working on, about a young girl who was attacked. I was led to believe that a man named Daniel George was behind the attack and, as I went to tell someone of my suspicions, I too was attacked. I managed to escape and ran to the house of this John Elliot who took my place in my office that night. He was killed because they thought he was me. I hid in his apartment for a few months before I realised I was being watched. That was when I decided to flee. First I crossed into Mexico where I then got a plane to Scotland. I lived on one of the scottish islands for about 5 years until it was safe. Since then I've been living in the Northwest of England. I've got a job and friends over there but I couldn't settle down."

"What?" asked Megan, still completely confused. "What was stopping you? Why did you risk coming back?"

"I loved you and your mother too much. Plus, I heard I have a granddaughter, is this my son in law?"

Tommy's face turned bright red as Megan saved him from answering. "No, this is Detective Tommy Sullivan my..."

"boyfriend." he cut in, not wanting to seem rude or impolite.

"Ahh, I see." said Mr Hunt, "You two chose not to get married. At least you stuck around for your daughter." he snarled at Tommy.

"Oh no Sir, as proud as I am with Lacey she isn't my daughter."

"She's from my marriage." corrected Megan "Her father is Todd Fleming and he's a cheating asshole."

"Oh, so does Lacey live with you or with this so called 'cheating asshole'?" he asked, smiling in a way that reminded Megan of her youth.

"She's living with me now." Megan paused. "What are you doing here dad? How is it suddenly safe?"

"It's not but I couldn't wait any longer to see you. You, your mom and Lacey."

"Huh hem." said Tommy, clearing his throat. "I don't mean to intrude but was there something deeper with the attack on the young girl?"

"Ahh, I see the detective coming out in you. Yes, I'm afraid there was. Daniel George ran the country's largest human trafficking operation. He sold humans for sex, slavery and illegal testing. We believed that the young girl had been a victim of his who had escaped."

"How did you relate the two?"

"Easy, her profile matched that of his female victims used for sex slavery: slim, blonde with rich or dead parents. This particular girl was captain of the university's softball team and her parents owned half of the Texas oil industry; she was an easy target if you ask me."

"How was she taken?"

"One night after practice she was walking home alone as usual when a van pulled up, tasered her and threw her in the back. That van is the only solid connection to Daniel George in all 78 cases."

Tommy let out a slow breath. "That's a lot of people missing."

"Not all of them are missing. About 5 lucky ones, including this young girl, have escaped but most of them wind up dead in a ditch somewhere."

"How many are still MIA?" asked Megan, curious.

"About 19 are unaccounted for but we don't know if they've turned up in Mexico or South America so they may all be dead."

"What can we do to help?" asked Tommy.

"We have reason to believe that Daniel George may be connected to your case."

"Which one? The Jonathon Right case?"

"Yes. Is it true that your main suspect is an English woman called Ezra George?"

"Yeah, he fingerprint was found on the vic's back and we have witnesses who say that she blackmailed them into incriminating themselves."

"Megan, how are you after your attack?"

"I'm ok, how did you-"

"Ms George is the person you believe responsible for this, Detective Sullivan?"

"Err, yeah. We believe that she payed a hitman to kill Megan and he was spooked by me calling her cell."

"Thank you Tommy. I am forever in your debt."

"It's fine Sir-"

"Nonsense. If there's anything I can do, please, name it and it is done."

"Dating Megan is enough for me."

"He's modest. Megan, you've got a keeper."

Megan sat down at her desk again. "That's not what mom thinks." she said under her breath.

"Well your mother never was one for accepting your choice of partner. I don't suppose she liked this Todd?"

"She liked him more than Tommy. But then again, she doesn't like him that much anymore."

"Hmm. Speaking of your mother, is she still living at the house?"

"Yeah, but I think she's planning on selling."

"Lets go see if I can change her mind."

"No offense Sir, but are you really going to walk into your old house when your wife thinks you've been dead for years?"

"Relax, I'll be fine."

"Well do you need a lift?" he offered.

Mr Hunt shook his head. "You're a good man Tommy, I'm glad you make my daughter happy."

Megan shuffled awkwardly in her chair.

"And Megan, it's amazing to see what a talented, clever and beautiful lady you've turned into. I'm so pleased I got to see you again."

Megan was speechless so she flung herself forward and hugged him as tightly as possible. He smiled and rested his head on hers before kissing her forehead. Next he shook Tommy's hand. "Look after her Sullivan or it'll be you who has to fake your death."

Tommy chuckled and shook hid hand, smiling at Megan as she buried her head into his shoulder once again.

Slowly they watched as he walked out of the room and in to the elevator. Smiling, Megan felt a tear roll down her face before Tommy wiped it away. Cradling her face in his hands, Tommy kissed her forehead and, for the first time since he got to Philadelphia, felt peace.