CHAPTER NINE

Trevor Sands left his sister's house as soon as dawn broke. He climbed into his car and drove off, without a backward glance. Halfway to his destination, he pulled up to a gas station. He popped open the trunk of his car and stared down at the girl. She stared at up him, blinking at the sudden bright light. Her eyes narrowed, he could clearly see the hatred in them.

There was a long cut on her forearm and a gash on her forehead. Blood was on her clothes. Her face was pale and gaunt-she looked a fright.

" You won't ever see that pretty redhead of yours again." He told her harshly.

Hannah glared up at the man. She wished she could something-anything-but her mouth was gagged. Her eyes were hurting from the bright light and all she could think of was Dana.Hannah had no idea where she was and had no sense of time.

After the man said she'd never see the pretty redhead again, he closed the trunk and darkness swallowed her again.

It had started with a warm smile…followed by a hug. And then Hannah's mouth met hers in a soft, tender kiss. Scully tightened the embrace, closing the space between them. The kiss turned passionate and Scully felt Hannah's hands lip under her blouse, caressing her ivory skin.

Scully let out a low moan as Hannah's hands travelled further. Things were going too fast but Scully didn't stop her-she didn't want to stop.

She felt her blouse being unbuttoned and it fell to the floor.

The kiss broke off and Hannah stared intently at her, " Are you sure you are ready for this?" she asked her.

" I'm ready for anything." Scully whispered. She closed her eyes and Hannah gave her another tantalising, slow kiss.

Then, out of nowhere, they heard glass breaking-followed by a popping noise. Hannah moaned and fell to the floor with a dull thud.

Scully sat up, her heart thudding. What a terrible, strange dream! She glanced at the clock-it was almost two in the morning! She had fallen asleep on Hannah's couch.

She smoothed down her wrinkled clothes before collecting her weapon. She decided to go home, have a shower and meet Mulder back at the office.

About twenty minutes later, she arrived at the office. Mulder was pouring over some files.

" Scully, how well did you know Hannah?" he asked her as she hung up her coat.

" I only knew her for a few weeks, but I got to know her pretty well. Why?"

Mulder handed her a file, " Langly found this in the government files."

It was a dossier belonging to Hannah. It contained stuff Scully already knew about her. Then she came to previous work history.

Scully's face went white. Hannah had been a Profiler back in the early 1990s and had put away five criminals. She left for 'personal reasons'. Why on earth had Hannah lied about her past? Scully read the dossier more carefully but it didn't tell her anything why Hannah left her job. It did however, list all the criminals she had put away.

" I'm going to find out about these five criminals. They might be out for revenge against Hannah." Scully said and reached for the phone.

" Scully."

" What?" Scully dialled a phone number.

" Hannah really didn't tell you about her previous job?"

" No she didn't…she actually didn't talk much about her past." Scully said. She tried to remain unflappable about everything but inside she was seething. How could Hannah not tell her? What sort of secret was she hiding?

An hour later, Scully hung up the phone, " Trevor Sands-he escaped from prison last week. The prison didn't contact us because they wanted to keep a low profile to avoid hassle from the media. I told them he could have abducted someone and they've agreed to give us the background information on him."

The fax machine made a whirring noise and several pages appeared. Scully went over and read through them, her face creasing into a frown.

" What did Trevor Sands do?"

" He murdered his wife and son."

Trevor carried Hannah across the wide field, his eyes glued to the darkening sky. He was staring at the sky so hard; he almost tripped over an exposed root but managed to catch himself before he fell.

He glanced at his watch and frowned. They were late. They said eight pm and it was now eight-fifteen.

He stood in the middle of the field and waited patiently. They would come and collect the woman and he would have his reward. They didn't actually say what the reward would be.

The clouds had rolled in and covered the moon. A cold breeze whipped through the long grass, blowing Trevor's long hair into his face.

Then he heard the noise. It got louder and the wind become stronger as the noise was almost on top of him. He blinked as a brilliant beam of light illuminated them. After a few minutes, everything was silent. The wind died down and Trevor was alone in the field.

And Hannah was gone.