Megwill prompt: Hannah trapped in elevator w Christine. Neither knows each other and then conversation ensues and pieces fall into place?

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They'd been on the elevator for all of ten seconds when the power failure stopped the car from moving. Startled, Christine looked up as the emergency lighting came on. Looking at her fellow passenger, Christine soothed, "Don't worry Ma'am. The car won't fall. As soon as the power comes back on the car will cycle and go back to the ground floor. We'll be ok until that happens."

Nodding her head, the stranger looked at Christine and replied, "Yeah, I know. I've been trapped on elevators before. It's not too bad. I mean I've been shot at so believe me this isn't anything to sweat over."

Curious, Christine held out her hand and introduced herself, "I'm Christine."

Smiling, the blond woman replied, "I'm Hannah."

Holding her hands behind her back, Christine rocked a little back and forth on her feet, "So, what brings you to the Hoover? Do you work here? I've never seen you before and I know almost everyone in this building. Well, not by name but by sight anyways."

Rubbing her nose, Hannah answered, "No, I'm here to interview the Assistant Director of the FBI. There is supposed to be a break in the Sandman Serial case and Brown is supposed to bring me and a few other reporters up-to-date."

Nodding her head, Christine sat down on the floor and remarked, "Cool. So you're a reporter? My old man doesn't care for reporters too much. He said they're nosy and get him and his guys in to trouble when they should really be helping the FBI to do their jobs."

Shrugging her shoulders, Hannah looked down and saw Christine leaning against the wall of the elevator. Realizing that the kid was probably right and it would be awhile, Hannah sat down beside her. "Yeah, well my job is to get the story out to the public not to help the FBI do it's job. I had the same problem with the military when I was trying to do my job in Iraq and Afghanistan. The Army was always trying to tell me how to do my job instead of letting me do my job the way I'm supposed to do it which is independent of the military or the police or anyone else."

Cocking her head to the side, Christine pursed her lips and asked, "So you were in Afghanistan and Iraq? My Dad was in both places. He was a sniper and a pretty good one too. He saved a lot of lives. Mom says that Dad was the best at his job. He's the best at his job now too. Mom says that Dad doesn't take any shit from anyone and he expects everyone to give a hundred percent if they want to work for him. That's why his solve rate was so high when he was in the field. He and Mom kicked ass when they worked together."

Curious, Hannah asked, "How old are you?"

Puzzled, Christine answered, "I'm sixteen and a freshman at Georgetown. Once I graduate I plan to join the FBI. Why do you want to know?"

Smiling, Hannah replied, "Your language is a little colorful for a girl your age."

Laughing, Christine slapped her right knee, "Colorful, that's very funny. My old man is always getting on to me about using colorful language; but, hey, I calls them like I sees them. Besides, you should hear my old man when he gets really bent out of shape. Wow. He'd make a statue blush. Mom says it's ok to use my colorful language as long as I don't use it in inappropriate settings or in front of Dad and I don't use the F word. She says that word is very vulgar and overused. She says that a good vocabulary will defeat words like that every time. Dad tries not to use that word; but, he says sometimes you just have to use it because nothing else comes close."

Glancing at the closed elevator door, Hannah commented, "Your mother and father sound like a very interesting people."

Nodding her head, Christine gushed, "Ha, interesting doesn't begin to describe my Mom. She's the smartest person you'll ever meet. She's the best at her job and she's received a lot of awards and recognition from her peers. Also my old man says that Mom is the kindest person you'd ever want to meet and she's probably the prettiest woman on the east coast."

Glancing at Christine, Hannah responded, "Your father sounds like he loves your mother a lot."

"Ha, I'll say. It's sickening sometimes how they act. If my Mom has to be away for awhile, my old man mopes around the house and acts all love sick and when Mom comes back, man look out. They kiss everywhere. I mean, wow, it's embarrassing how they can just ignore the world and just see each other. It used to bother me when I was a kid until I realized that they can't help it. I read a book about soul mates and that's them. So what can you do?"

The lights flashing on overhead, caused Christine to yell out, "Alright, it's about time."

Standing up, Christine said, "Ok, we'll cycle down to the first floor now. I'll bet you ten dollars that my old man is down there waiting for me. He knew I was coming up so he'll know I'm in the elevators. He'll want to check and make sure I wasn't mortally wounded while I was caught in the power failure. He's like that. He's the biggest worrier I've ever met. Mom says he can't help it."

The elevator starting to move, Christine glanced at the door and then at Hannah who had stood up as well. "It was nice to meet you."

The door opening, Christine turned and smiled at Hannah and then walked out of the door and into her father's arms.

"Sweetheart, are you ok?"

Hugging her father, Christine replied, "Oh, Dad. It was just a power failure, not a fire fight."

Pointing at Hannah, Christine said, "Hey, Dad, I want you to meet Hannah. She's a reporter."

Looking up, Booth a little startled, replied, "Uh, hello Hannah. Um . . ."

Turning his daughter towards the stairs, Booth exclaimed, "You see? How many times have I told you that if you'd take the stairs your life would be a whole lot safer. You can't trust elevators. They can plummet you know. I've seen it happen."

Hannah, watching Booth and his daughter walk away from her, heard Christine answer, "Oh, Dad. You have not."

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Ok. Probably not quite what you had in mind; but, I hope it was close.