Meanwhile, Vivienne and Samantha arrive at Apartment F, where Hanna is waiting. They knock on the door.
"Hanna? It's Vivienne Johnson with the FBI. Your Dad sent us to take care of you," Vivienne calls through the closed door.
Slowly, the door opens and two frightened, tear filled eyes appear through the gap.
"Where's my Dad? Is he OK?" she asks, opening the door for the agents to enter.
"He's fine. Another agent was injured and he had to go to the hospital with him," Samantha explains. "He called us and asked us to take you with us, until he gets back from the hospital. I'm Samantha," Sam says, shaking the teenager's hand.
"Hi," Hanna says awkwardly, shaking Sam's hand.
"So, is there any stuff you want to bring with you?" Sam asks.
"I can't leave. Kevin will be back soon and I have to warn him," Hanna replies.
"Warn him about what?" Viv asks, a little puzzled.
"The guy who broke in, he was looking for Kevin. He kept saying that Kevin had taken something that was his and that he wanted it back," Hanna explained.
"What did Kevin take?" Sam asks.
"I don't know. I'd never met the guy before. He didn't say much, only that he'd kill Kevin if he didn't get it back," Hanna tells her, starting to cry.
"Do you know where Kevin is now?" Viv asks.
"At work I think. He got a courier job somewhere downtown," Hanna replies.
"Do you know where?" Viv asks. Hanna shakes her head.
"Does he have a cell phone?" Sam asks.
"Yes," Hanna nods.
"Call him and tells him to get back here urgently," Viv says.
Hanna takes out her cell and makes the call.
"It's going straight to messaging," she says to the agents. "Kev, it's me. Call me as soon as you get this. It's important," she leaves a voice message for him.
"Give me the number abd I'll keep trying it," Viv offers. "Why don't you and Samantha go home, get something to eat and I'll wait for Kevin to turn up."
"Yeah, come on. We'll get some take out and wait for your Dad at my place," Sam encourages her.
"Sure. Just a minute," Hanna says, before grabbing her backpack and jacket from the bedroom. "I'm ready," she says, heading for the door.
"See you later," Sam says to Vivienne.
Back at the hospital, the doctor finishes stitching Jacks head wound and shortly after that, he is discharged. He enquires after Danny and is told that he was taken to surgery on the third floor. He takes the elevator and finds the nurses station on the third floor. He quickly find out that Danny is out of surgery and is in recovery. Jack is relieved to be told that there were no complications and that his agent would make a full recovery. Nursing staff advise him to come back the next morning, because Danny would still be groggy from the anaesthesia and wouldn't be up for visitors.
As he is about to leave the third floor, he bumps into Martin and Elena coming out of the elevator.
"Hey Jack. Is he okay? Can I see him?" Elena asks anxiously, grabbing Jack's arm.
"He's out of surgery. He's going to be fine," Jack reassures her. "They might let you see him in a while."
"What about you, Jack? Are you okay?" Martin asks, pointing to the bloodstains on his collar.
"Oh yeah, a few stitches, that's all," Jack tells him.
"And Hanna?"
"She's with Sam. I'm on my way over to her place to pick her up now. Tell Danny I'll call by in the morning," he says, before taking his leave. He leaves the hospital building and hails a cab to Sam's apartment.
Wearily, Jack enters Sam's building and drags himself up the stairs to the first floor apartment. He knocks on the door. Sam opens it and puts her finger to her lips.
"Sshhh," she says, pointing to a sleeping Hanna on the sofa. "She's exhausted."
Jack quietly shuffles over to his daughter and brushes her hair gently with his hand. He is so relieved that she's okay. He had never been so scared in his life, not knowing where she was.
"Come over here and sit down, before you fall down," Sam orders, noticing the paleness of Jack's features. He doesn't argue and takes a seat at the kitchen table.
"Do you want a drink?" Sam asks him, touching him affectionately on the shoulder.
"Sure. A scotch if you have it," Jack replies.
"How did that happen?" Sam asks, referring to the stitched wound just inside Jack's hairline.
"The kid jumped me and I fell and hit off the door, I think," he tells her.
"Ice?" she asks, grabbing a half bottle of scotch from the kitchen cupboard.
"Yeah, thanks," Jack replies.
"How's Danny?" Sam enquires.
"He's going to be fine," he tells her.
"Thank God. Did he give a description of the perp?" she asks him.
"Not yet. I'll talk to him in the morning," Jack replies, taking a large gulp from the glass of scotch. "How's Hanna? Did she say anything?"
"She's okay. Worried about Kevin and you of course. She thinks you're mad with her."
"Mad? You could say that, but right now, I'm just glad I got her back in one piece," he admits. "Damn, I never called Maria."
"Oh, it's okay. Hanna called her from here earlier. She wants her on a flight home tomorrow. Hanna wants to stay in New York though," Sam informs him.
"I'll talk to her in the morning," Jack says, standing up to leave. "We'd better get going. I'll go wake her."
"No, don't," Sam responds. "Let her sleep. You should stay here tonight," she suggests.
"Eh, thanks but you only have one bed," Jack says hesitantly.
"I know," Sam replies, suggestively.
Jack raises one eyebrow in surprise. Did that mean what he hoped it meant? He sure hoped so. She smiled at him and he smiled back.
"C'mon, you look exhausted," Sam says, motioning towards the bedroom door.
"You could say that. I really could do with a shower first," he tells her, following her to the bedroom.
"No problem," she says, as she helps him take off his jacket. "I'll get you some fresh towels," she offers as she goes to the airing cupboard in the kitchen.
Jack loosens his belt and begins to undo the buttons on his shirt. He sits on the bed to take off his shoes. He decides to put his head on the pillow, just for a moment. His head is pounding, so he shuts his eyes. It's only a matter of minutes until Samantha returns.
"Here you go," she says, as she playfully tosses the bundle of towels onto the bed.
"Jack?"
He doesn't budge. He's fast asleep. "There's always next time, I guess," she sighs. She removes his shoes and covers him with a quilt. Well, if nothing else, she would at least get to share a bed with Jack again, even if it wasn't exactly what she had hoped.
They both slept soundly that night. Sam was woken just after 7am when her cell phone rings.
"Yeah," she answers sleepily.
"Samantha? It's Viv. Kevin Dillon still hasn't shown up," Viv tells her.
"OK. What now?" she asks.
"He could've gone to his brother's place or maybe he saw the activity around the apartment and got spooked. Look, I'm off home for a few hours sleep. I'll see you back at the office later. By the way, any news on Danny?" Viv asks.
"Jack said that he's going to be fine. Should be out in a few days," Sam informs her.
"That's great."
"I'll get Martin and Elena to call out to Chris Dillon's place this morning. Sleep well. I'll see you later," Sam says before hanging up. She's about to lie back down when she notices two dark eyes watching her.
"Sorry, did I wake you?" she asks.
"That's okay. I haven't had such a nice wake up call in a long time," he replies, turning towards her.
"Did you sleep alright?" Sam asks, lying back down, onto Jack's shoulder.
"Great, thanks. I take it I fell asleep before we, well…you know..," Jack says, a little embarrassed.
"Well, it's not the greatest compliment for a girl, inviting a guy to share her bed and he falls asleep before she even undresses," she laughs.
"Yeah, well it had been a long day and I was injured," Jack says in his defence.
"I'm only kidding, Jack," she says, kissing him and lying back on her pillow.
"Well I'm awake now," he tells her, as he leans onto his elbows and looks down on her.
"Yeah, unfortunately, so is your daughter," Sam tells him. "I can hear her in the kitchen."
"Great!" Jack mutters as he flops back down on the pillows. Sam rolls out of the bed and pulls on some sweats and a t-shirt. "I think I'll grab that shower now," Jack says to Sam as she leaves the bedroom. "A nice cold one," he calls after her.
Sam sniggers as she closes the door and makes her way into the living area.
"Good morning, Hanna. How did you sleep?" Sam greets Hanna.
"No bad, thanks. Did my Dad get back yet?" she asks immediately.
"Late last night. You were asleep. He didn't want to wake you, so he stayed here," Sam explains.
"With you? Are you guys…you know, together?" she asks awkwardly.
"Us? No. You were on the couch. There wasn't anywhere else for him," Sam explains, hoping she not gone as red as she feels.
"Right," Hanna replies, seeing right through her explanation.
"He's just having a shower. He'll be out in a minute. You hungry?" Sam asks, quickly changing the subject.
"A little," Hanna answers.
"Bacon and eggs sound okay?" Sam asks.
"Sure, thanks," Hanna says, while searching for her cell phone. She checks it, hoping there's a message from Kevin. Nothing! She tries calling him, but he's still not answering. She then turns to Sam.
"That lady you were with last night, did she call? Did Kevin come back?" she asks.
"She phoned at 7am. He still hadn't shown up by then," Sam tells her.
"He's in trouble, I know he is. He's not answering his phone. Something's happened, I just know it has," Hanna blurts out.
With that, Jack emerges from the bedroom, looking refreshed. His clothes, on the other hand, were another story. His pants had that fetching, slept in look and his shirt was torn and bloodied from the night before.
"Good morning, baby," he says, kissing Hanna on the forehead.
"What do you look like?" Hanna says, smiling at his clothing.
"Give over. I don't have anything else until I get home," he replies indignantly.
"I might have something you can borrow," Sam tells him, as she heads to the bedroom. She returns with a black, FBI issue t-shirt, size large. Jack recognises it as being one he probably left behind on a previous occasion. He smiles as she hands it to him. He changes quickly in the living room.
"How's your head?" Hanna asks.
"I got a few stitches," he tells her, bending over to show her his wound.
"Cool," she says, in typical teenage fashion.
"Sam tells me you spoke to Mom last night," Jack says, sitting down beside her.
"Yeah. She was real mad. She wants me on a flight today. Don't make me go back yet, Daddy. Kevin's missing and I want to help you find him," she pleads.
"Well, we will need your help. I'll call Mom and explain that I need you here for a while," Jack promises.
"Thanks, Dad," she responds, throwing her arms around his neck and hugging him.
"Hanna, you need to be honest with me though. Kevin could be in a lot of trouble. We need to find him. You can start by telling me who the guy at the apartment was," Jack quizzes his daughter.
"His name is Javier. I only met him yesterday. Kevin said that he had arranged for us to stay with him for a couple of nights. He helped Kevin find the job," Hanna explains.
"What do you know about this job?" Jack asks, in full FBI mode.
"All I know is that it was a delivery job."
"What kind of deliveries?"
"I don't know. I didn't ask."
"So why was Javier getting rough last night then?"
"He kept saying that Kevin had taken a package from him and that he wanted it back."
"What was in the package?" Jack presses.
"I don't know. I don't know anything about any package. He said that he'd kill Kevin if he doesn't get it back," Hanna tells her Dad, with tears in her eyes.
"It sounds like Kevin's in way over his head. Have you tried calling him?"
"Yeah. Last night and this morning. He's not answering,"
"Don't worry. He's probably keeping his head down," Jack says, in an effort to comfort his daughter. "How about we have some breakfast and then swing by my place. We'll go to my office and see if they can trace Kevin's phone."
"Okay," she replies before joining Samantha in the kitchen.