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"Who...who was that?"

"Supplies." The man unzipped the bag and took a bottle of water out of the bag. "You want wanted then?"

"Y-you have to be awkward about everything?"

The gun man stared at her, he had told her that he was willing to put a bullet in her head to get the money and ere she was lying on her bed with a wounded shoulder giving him grief. She was fearless, almost. She had seen the fear in her eyes when he attacked her at the door and when she found him in the apartment but now she was hiding it spitting back with cheek and cockiness. It's just a front up, relax. The second you put that gun to her temple she'll stop. She'll realise you're business. He strode over and placed the bottle on the side before he grabbed her wounded shoulder. Ignoring the cry from her he kept her up and to the top off the bottle, allowing her to drink before pushing her onto the bed again.

"You know you're lucky, I just shot you in the shoulder."

"Forgave me, but I fail to see just how lucky I am."

"I could be a real sick fuck you know!" he leaned in closer to her, trailing the tip of his nose along her throat. "I could have let you bleed. I could have torn your shirt off myself, instead of letting that old chick doing it. I could use you for my needs."

"You h-haven't though..."

"The night is young." He said, he stood up and glanced between the door and Hannah, "Your friend hasn't walked away yet."

"I have many, unlike some clearly."

"Look!" Suddenly he was upon her again, hand pressed against her throat. "Just keep that mouth shut! You don't need to get hurt but if you don't fucking keep quiet I'll cut your fucking tongue out!"

"And you w-wonder why you're friendless?"

He pressed down hard for a second before pulling away and walking to the other end of the room. Punching the wall he shouted out, why was this so hard? He didn't want to kill her but she was really pulling at some cords. Running his hands through his hair, he sat down with his back against the door. He'd made this promise to himself mostly, he wasn't here to kill. He wasn't a killer, he wasn't his old man. If you're not your old man then what the fuck are you doing here? Huh? You say you're not him but here you are some poor chick's apartment threatening to kill her unless you get the money. Your hands are as filthy as his! Hannah stared at him from her propped up position, she was confused. One minute he was close to crying, apologizing over and over to her and the next he was threatening to kill her.

"W-what's your name?"

"What difference will it make to you?" He spat back at her.

"Alright, fine. Have it your way then. Let's sit in awkward silence knowing not a thing about each o-other then!"

"I know more than you think kid," He smirked at her, "I know your name Is Hannah Knight, I know you're 21 years old. I know you're in the police force."

"Well done genius. I'm in the police force, well no shit twerp."

"I told you!"

"Look if you were gunna kill me, you could have done it by now! You've had p-plenty of opportunities." Hannah took a breath, her shoulder was really hurting and putting a strain on her, "How is hiding in my bedroom going to get you your money?"

"Ben."

The two looked to the door as someone on the other side knocked. Hannah sat up, leaning against the head board. Ben now got up; he looked mystified; whether it was because of the sudden knock or that he told her his name, she wasn't sure. He opened the door.

"Sorry Officer I can't let you in. Hannah and I were just getting to know each other."

Hannah simply had to wait, as the officer spoke so low it was no more than a mumble. She had to wait for Ben's response.

"An officer with a mind in the gutter? Now there's a new one, no I haven't 'laid a hand on her'; but what's to say I won't?"

Hannah sat straining to hear what was being said.

"Ah ah ah; watch your mouth." Ben stopped and raised his gun, pointing it in her direction. "I'll shoot otherwise."

Hannah pushed herself up again, swinging her legs over the bed.

"No, it's not possible you can't see her." Ben quickly turned as he heard her moan in pain and tumble to the floor, dumb bitch! The fuck is she playing at? "It's fine; she doesn't need your help."

Ben stopped, he thought about this for a moment. Although the possibility of him killing her was small...it was still there. He thought about if he were in her position, he'd want to see someone. He'd want to see his brother before dying, or his little girl. He could kill her or might not, it wasn't clear to him yet.

"Fine. Five Minutes."

Ben huffed as he was pushed back. Hannah looked up as saw felt two hands grip her upper arms and pull her into a sitting position. Hannah felt a tiny smile tugging at her lips as she looked up into those chocolate eyes she'd been thinking about. Hannah reached a shaky hand out and ran her fingers through his dark hair as he put one arm around her back and the other under her knees before lifting her onto the bed. Once he placed her on the bed, he pulled her into a hug.

"John!"

"I'm here, I don't wanna leave you."

The two spoke in hushed voices, holding each other close. Hannah knew there was no chance the John would be able to stay nor she goes with John. But the guy had spoken to her and maybe this was her chance to get some information out. Hannah clung to him, turning her head to his neck and placing a quick kiss at the base before speaking.

"His name's Ben. He said he's here for his father's debt. That's all I could get out of him."

"Good girl, good girl." John swayed the two of them, "This isn't the last of you, you'll get out alive. You better fucking realise that."

"You don't know that."

"Yea I do."

"You-..."

"Shut up, I said you'll get out alive and I fucking meant it. I'm not going anywhere."

"You need to get the information back out to Gordon. If...if he was gunna kill me he could have done by now John."

"He's asking for money you silly girl. If he killed you that would be it. There would be no bargain. He needs you alive."

Ben strode over to the couple and pulled on John's arm. Letting go as the young officer turned to him; glaring at with a look that could kill.

"Time's up."

John quickly turned back to Hannah, pulling her close and pressing a quick kiss on her lips. The two seemed to struggle to part. They both knew this is could be the last time they see each other, rather John knew this could be the last time he sees her alive. As he stood up John spoke to her,

"You will get out."

"You b-better be there!"

"I will be."

John swooped down again, pressing a firm kiss to her forehead before Ben took hold of his arm and lead him out of the room.

"That was touching."

John walked out; he had to keep his temper under control.

"Let's see if I can get that close."

John turned, and pounded the door with his fists as it closed. Filthy little rat. John could feel the anger pulsing through this head and it all seemed a horrible blur. One second he was trying to break the door down screaming at sick man, Ben, who was holding her hostage. And the next he was out in the corridor by the elevator on the floor with Tyler and Jordan by him and the commissioner looking down on him.

"What the hell happened in there Blake?"

"Sir...I..."

"It doesn't matter, clearly far too emotionally involved in this. We'll get someone in for you. Go home."

"Sir...!"

"Officer Adams, escort Blake here downstairs."

"Ty! Ty!"

"Look john, you ruined it for yourself up there!"

"Fine but i'm staying here!"

"Do as you want but I gotta go."

Tyler turned and walked back to the elevator. Just as the doors were shutting John put his foot in.

"Look Man..."

"Shut up Ty. I got in, he let me see her. Hannah said that he told her that the money he's after is because of a debt that's owed to his father."

"Thanks. Anything else?"

"His name is Ben. "

John stepped out and back into the lobby. He knew about Robin! John turned round quickly to tell his friend but he was already gone.

There you are guys! Hope you enjoyed!