Author Note: Happy New Year everyone! I'm not sure how consistent I will be with updates since life is about to get hectic with school, work, and deadlines which are always a pleasure to anticipate (pure sarcasm in that last one) No fear though, as I will try to update as regularly as possible. So sit back, relax, and enjoy this newest chapter!

Disclaimer: *motions for Hannah* Do you want to say the disclaimer? *Hannah nods eagerly* Ashazara doesn't own any part of Forever 'cept me. *leans down and hugs Hannah* Thanks honey!

Chapter 4:

In the few weeks since Henry's scare at Macy's, the irregular family had settled into a normal routine. Henry would go to work and when he was at home Hannah would be attached to his side like Velcro however; when Henry was at work Abe would keep Hannah down in the shop with him. The two bonded quickly that way. Abe would throw out a riddle every now and then or he would tell a story concerning one the pieces in his shop. Whatever it was though Hannah gave it her full attention. She didn't care what it was, if Abe or Henry was doing it she classified it as interesting.

Leaning against the desk while kneeling on a stool, Hannah moved the crayon across the paper with the accuracy of the young child she was. Henry said that coloring books lessoned a child's creativity and absolutely refused to buy them, but he did buy her lots of colored paper as a compromise. It was a bright yellow piece of paper she was enjoying at the moment. She put the pink crayon back and searched for the perfect color blue for the clown's hair.

"How's the masterpiece?" Abe asked after seeing the last costumer out.

"No peaking! It's not done!" Hannah exclaimed throwing herself over the paper.

Abe held up his hands as a surrender. "Okay, okay, I won't look till you say I can."

Hannah gave him a 'you better' look before nodding curtly once. She had resumed coloring for only a moment before she paused again and placed the crayon on the desk before looking at Abe cocking her head. "Why do people buy antiques?"

Abe thought for a moment. "Well things were made better in the old days. They were meant to last longer than they are now. Now the people who design the furniture and things, they want you to replace them."

Hannah hummed thoughtfully. "But…" The phone interrupted Hannah before she could finish.

"Hold that thought." Abe said before picking up the phone. "Hello…yeah…what…Henry, where did you say it was…okay, I'll go look…yes I'll be thorough. I'll call you back when I have something." He placed the phone back down. "Hannah, I have to go upstairs to look for something, but I'm going to lock the door, okay?"

"Okay." She replied going back to her coloring, her line of questions momentarily forgotten.

Lisa had been waiting for the girl to be alone. Honestly, did the two men every leave that kid by herself? It was ridiculous how Hannah was always with one of them or both of them even! She took a sip of her coke before tossing it in the trash and discreetly picking the lock of the antique shop. Hannah looked up at the sound of the bell ringing and frowned as she recognized the lady from the store.

"Well hello there! It's Hannah, right?" Lisa asked acting surprised.

Frowning, Hannah nodded suspiciously. "Uh huh, let me go get Abe. He'll help you." She hopped of the stool and started towards the stairs.

"Oh, I can wait. I'm not in a big hurry." Lisa told her off-handedly.

Hannah blinked before shrugging and heading back towards her stool. Lisa came over and looked over her drawing. "That's a very nice…dolphin?"

Hannah stopped short and just stared at her like she was an idiot. "It's a clown."

"Oh! Of course, I'm sorry sweetie, I guess it was just how I was looking at it upside down."

Hannah didn't believe her, in fact this whole thing was strange. Didn't Abe say he was going to lock the door? She got off the stool once more before going towards the stairs. "I'm gonna go get Abe, it's rude to keep you waiting." Right as she was about to bolt, Lisa raced forward and grabbed her, a hand over her mouth. "Listen up honey," Lisa hissed, "if you make a single peep I'll have to hurt that old man. So not a sound."

Tears welled in her eyes as she nodded terrified. Lisa picked up the small four-year-old in her arms and walked towards the door. Panic filled Hannah as she realized she was being kidnapped. Dr. Morgan had warned her about that just a few days ago and his words started running through her head. "Never talk to any strangers and if they grab you, scream 'you're not my daddy or mommy.' If they keep trying to drag you off; fight, squirm, do not make it easy on them." She couldn't scream thanks to the hand over her mouth, but she could struggle. Wiggling around, Hannah struggled to get out of Lisa's hold.

"Quit it sweetie." Lisa scolded stopping to regrip the squirming child.

"Mmhmf!" Hannah exclaimed kicking a foot out and knocking a vase to the floor, shattering it and alerting Abe upstairs.

"Hannah, are you okay?" He yelled, his footsteps clattering down the stairs.

Lisa cursed and threw a quick look over her shoulder. Abe was running down the stairs and went even faster when he saw Lisa and Hannah. Lisa ran out the door and threw Hannah into her car outside before taking off down the road, cars honked in annoyance as she swerved into traffic. Abe followed them outside but then realized he couldn't catch them. He ran back inside and picked up the phone dialing 911. "I'd like to report a kidnapping."

Checking his pocket-watch, Henry hurried down the street. Abe's call had been unexpected and to know that Hannah had been kidnapped for real…he had never felt so scared in his life. Rounding the corner, he saw the antique shop with a police car in front of it. He pushed open the door and avoided the officers until he reached Abe's side. "Abraham, have they any news?" He asked pulling Abe by the shoulders to look at him directly.

Abe shook his head. "No, but they dusted for fingerprints, and these are the detectives in charge of her case." He added motioning to the two officers watching them interact.

Henry turned to them. "Henry, I'm Hannah's foster father. Do you know anything yet?"

"You said that Hannah is fostered, could her biological parents of kidnapped her?" Detective Andrews asked

"Not likely," Henry shook his head, "Her father abandoned her in a park a month ago."

"What about her mother? We have a description of a blond haired, middle aged woman. Does that ring any bells?"

Henry thought for a moment before it dawned on him. "Wait, there was a woman fitting that description, who worked at Macy's, a few weeks ago. Hannah didn't like her for some reason, I think her name was…Lisa."

Detective Andrews nodded and pulled out a notebook. After recording the new information, he nodded to the two men and motioned for his partner to follow.

Henry sighed and rubbed his hands over his face. "I need a strong cup of tea, how about you?" He asked Abe.

Abe put a hand on Henry's shoulder and nodded towards the stairs.

It was space. It was as dark as space and the only time the silence was broken was the occasionally plink of a water droplet falling to its doom. Hannah sniffed and blinked against the assaulting light of the outside world as the door swung open.

"Hello sweetie." Lisa crooned, slowly stroking Hannah's hair as the little girl pushed herself as far back against the ropes as she could. "Ssh, little one," she crooned, "it'll be alright, everything will be better soon."

Author's Note: Hope this chapter was interesting. Oh! I published a new story called The Secret's Out, you guys should go read it! As always leave me a comment, I always love to hear from you.