A/N: Hey guys!! I hope you enjoy this chapter! I'm trying really hard to make sure the character don't go too OOC, but it's kind of hard because this is something that never happened in the show. And I hope you guys are liking Hannah, as much as you can for someone who has been lying to Sam during their whole relationship! :O
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Disclaimer: I do not own Flashpoint or its characters...
Chapter 3:
The rest of the team all turned their attention to Greg when they heard his side of the conversation.
"What do you mean he's gone?" He said as he took his hat off and ran his hand over his head.
Spike stood up and mouthed to Greg, "Sam?"
Greg nodded to Spike as he spoke back into the phone, "come to the Barn and help us find out where he might've gone." Greg hung up and looked each of his team members in the eyes.
"Sam signed himself out of the hospital AMA. We have to find out where he might go. I'm sure you all know this, but if he contacts anyone, just tell him to come in and we can work together to find Hannah. I'm not worried about him staying in the hospital. At least if we're helping him we can watch over him and make sure he's okay."
He got a series of head nods from the team around the table and they all set to work. Ed gestured for Greg to join him outside of the briefing room as Spike, Jules, and Leah started running internet and database searches on Aaron McCarthy and Hannah Watkins.
Once outside the room Ed told Greg, "I'm going to call Wordy back and have him go to Hannah's house and wait to see if Sam goes there. I'm going to go sit at Sam's house for the same reason. We've got to find him. We can't have him taking unacceptable risks, especially when he's already injured."
"I agree. Good thinking, Eddie. Call me if you see or hear from him."
"Will do," Ed said, as he pulled out his phone to dial Wordy and turned and walked towards the elevator.
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As soon as Wordy left the room, Sam quickly pressed the call button and began unhooking himself from the machines.
The nurse walked in the door just as Sam stood up from his bed and began searching for his belongings.
"Mr. Braddock, what are you doing?"
"I'm leaving. Bring me discharge papers, or whatever you need me to sign. I'm not staying here overnight."
"I can't force you, but I highly recommend that you stay. The doctor wants to keep you here for a reason."
"I understand, but I can't stay. I have something I have to do, and it can't wait."
"Do we need to talk to your friends that were here earlier and see what they have to say?"
Sam knew that if that happened, he wouldn't be leaving tonight. The scowl on his face turned to a frown as he used the last idea he had to get the nurse on his side. "Listen, I know it's your job to take care of me, and you can't do that if I'm not here. But someone very important to me was kidnapped and I have to find her. She's with someone very dangerous, and time is not on my side."
After the nurse thought for a moment, she reluctantly nodded, "okay, let me go get the papers and your belongings."
Sam gave her a grateful smile, "thank you."
10 minutes later he was in a cab on the way to Hannah's house. He figured there was as good a place as any to start looking for clues about Hannah's old life. He needed something—anything—to give him a lead. He had to find her.
As the cab driver pulled up to the curb in front of Hannah's house, Sam paid him, and he got out of the car. He was walking up the front steps when his phone chimed, indicating a new message. He looked at it as he reached for his keys. It was from Spike and read:
I know you have to find Hannah, but we want to help. We won't make you go back to the hospital, just come to the Barn or call one of us so we can help you. We're in this together, bro.
Then another message came in from Wordy and said almost the same thing, except his added:
If the note Hannah got yesterday was threatening you, then you need to be careful. Let us help you, and we can make sure you stay safe.
Sam ignored both messages, but as he went to unlock the front door to Hannah's house, he found it already unlocked. It was very unlike her to leave the house and leave it unlocked, in fact, Sam knew he had seen her lock it after he picked her up here a few hours ago.
He struggled with the decision on whether to call his team. He wanted their help, but he also didn't want them in danger.
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Wordy had talked to Ed, so instead of going to the Barn, he changed his route to take him to Hannah's house. He was almost there when his phone rang. He was surprised to see Sam's name on the screen.
"Hello?"
"Wordy, I know it was stupid to leave the hospital against the doctor's orders, but I have to find Hannah. I'm at her house and the front door is unlocked. I'm sure she locked it when we left here earlier."
"I know you have to find her, Sam. We want to help. We figured you'd either go back to your house, or to Hannah's, so I'm already almost to you. I'll call Ed and tell him to head over here too. Be there soon."
A few minutes later, Wordy was walking up the drive way to where Sam was standing on the front porch. "Have you heard anything from inside?"
"No. And I don't think any lights are on either. They're probably gone, but I wanted back up and a weapon just in case."
"I don't have any weapons either. Ed is bringing mine, and both of us have a back up so you can use one."
They walked around the outside of the house while they waited for Ed, and didn't see anything unusual. When Ed came up he passed out the weapons and they entered the house.
They went room to room and cleared it, finding no one, and everything seemed to be in its place. Sam still wanted to look for clues about Hannah's past though.
"Ed, you look through the stuff in the office first, me and Wordy will take the bedroom. I don't know what we're looking for, but look for anything that might have any clues about her past life, Aaron McCarthy, or even someone not named Hannah. I don't know if that's her real name."
"Got it," Ed said as he turned and walked into the office.
As Sam and Wordy were searching the bedroom, Sam said, "I shouldn't have left the hospital without telling you, Wordy, but I was scared you wouldn't let me leave. I hope you guys don't hate me for just up and leaving without telling anyone."
"Sam, we could never hate you. You're so important to all of us, we just want you to be careful and stay safe. And we want to help you. We're a team for a reason, we help each other, we stick together, if one of us has a problem, we all have a problem. You're not alone on this, Sam, and you haven't been alone since you joined our team. We'll always be here for you."
"Thanks Wordy. I can't thank you enough for everything you guys have done for me. After what happened with my buddy Matt in the army, I was lost. I was a disgrace to my father, and my unit turned their backs on me. No one looked at me the same. When I joined Team One, I was sure I was going to screw that up too. I mean, everything else in my life was a failure, why wouldn't that go wrong as well? But it only took a few months and you guys treated me like family. I can't tell you how much that means to me. Being on this team with you guys helped me find myself again, so thank you."
Wordy was touched by Sam's words. He looked up and locked eyes with Sam, "so no more unacceptable risks —deal?"
Sam looked at Wordy with a lopsided grin on his face, "Deal."
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Two men sat outside of the house, waiting for an opportunity. Their boss said he didn't want anyone but the guy, but he had two people with him. They were glad when they had happened to see him leaving the hospital on their way in, and they had easily followed the cab without being detected.
They almost took a chance when he was standing on the front porch, but he was on the phone, and just a couple of minutes later someone else came to help him.
"What should we do?" One of them said.
"I don't know. The boss said no one else. I guess we'll have to wait until he's alone."
"Well, we'll follow him until we have an opportunity. I'm going to call the boss and check in."
"Sounds good."
They continued watching the house. Waiting for the right time to strike. Waiting for the blonde man to be alone.
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Spike'a fingers were flying across the keyboard of his computer, until finally he got a hit.
"Boss, I've got something."
Greg walked over and stood behind him, "what is it, Spike?"
"I found an Aaron McCarthy that lives in Dryden and is married to a Paige McCarthy. I searched Paige McCarthy and there are three different ones who live in Dryden. There's a Paige Sophia McCarthy, a Paige Jennifer McCarthy, and a Paige Hannah McCarthy. That has to be her."
He pulled up a picture of her driver's license and although her hair was a different style and color now, he and Greg could both tell that it was her.
"Good work, Spike. Now dig into Aaron McCarthy and see if there any evidence of him being around here somewhere and where he might be."
"Got it," Spike said and went back to work.
Greg stepped out of the briefing room and called Ed.
"Hey, Greg. What's up?"
"How's Sam doing, Eddie? Holding up okay?"
"Yeah, he seems okay for now. He doesn't look like he's in pain or anything. I'll let you know if anything changes. As far as Hannah missing, he's obviously very concerned. We're searching her house for any clues as to where McCarthy could've taken her, or anything else pertaining to him. Haven't found anything yet."
"Well, Spike got a hit and we found her real identity." He told Greg more about who she was and then continued, "I don't think you'll find anything important there, you've already been looking for a while—" Greg stopped talking and Ed heard a voice in the background.
Then Greg came back on sounding more eager than before, "Spike found a possible location. You guys come back here and we'll come up with a game plan."
"You got it, Greg. Be there soon." Ed said, then hung up the phone.
He walked into the room with Sam and Wordy. Hearing his footsteps, Sam looked at him expectantly.
"Spike found her real identity. Her real name is Paige Hannah McCarthy, and she's been married to Aaron for 3 years."
Sam took a shaky breath. He couldn't imagined someone being abused for that long, by someone who should love them the most.
He was about to say something when Ed spoke again, "he also found proof that McCarthy is in Toronto, and a possible location. Let's head to the Barn and come up with a plan."
Sam stood up from where he was kneeling on the ground, but as he took a step he faltered. He leaned onto the dresser as Wordy looked back at him.
"Sam, you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm good. Probably just need something to eat."
"We'll get something for everyone on the way back to the Barn."
"I'll get something, you and Sam can go ahead to the Barn," Ed said.
"Thanks, Ed." Sam said.
As Wordy drove, Sam sat in the passenger seat, thinking. He was so worried about Hannah. He was also hurt by her. He couldn't believe she had been lying to him the whole time they'd been dating. He understood where she was coming from, and why she was scared to tell him, but he couldn't get past the fact that he was going to propose. This was supposed to be one of the best nights of their lives, and now it was one of the worst.
"We'll find her, Sam." Wordy assured his friend.
"I know, Wordy. I just hope we aren't too late."
Well that's it for this chapter! And just so you guys know, there is some Sam Whump coming up soon! (Since all of my stories are kind of connected, I know it's kind of hard to imagine all of these injuries and stuff to happen to Sam all in a few months like these stories are set apart. So for the sake of being a little more realistic, pretend that Sam's Whump resets for every story. The injuries from a previous story may be mentioned, but other than that, pretend they didn't happen. Lol, thanks guys!)