Once they finish breakfast, Jack and Hanna thank Samantha and start off on their way to Jack's apartment. Hanna had never been to her Dad's new pad.
"So, what do you think?" Jack asks, closing the door behind him.
"Nice. It's small, but I like it," Hanna replies enthusiastically. He had moved in shortly after she and her Mom and sister had moved to Chicago. Jack picked up some shirts and a pizza box that were lying around, in an attempt to make it look more presentable.
"Sorry about the mess. I left in a hurry the other day," he says in excuse. Hanna smiles to herself, knowing right well that it's always like this. He never was one for housework. Her Dad still hasn't mentioned the running away incident. This makes her nervous. She worried that he was building up to it and expected him to explode into a rage at any time.
She waits uncomfortably on the sofa while he goes and changes his clothes. He comes back in his trusty black suit and tie combination. He sits beside her on the sofa and turns to her with a serious expression on his face.
"I want you to promise me something," he begins. Hanna just looks at him in trepidation. "Never, ever do anything so stupid again. You have no idea what you put your Mom and I through. I'm not going to lecture you on the danger you faced. I think you saw that for yourself. You're a smart kid, Hanna. Act like it. If you need to talk, I'm here, okay?" Jack says, hugging his daughter.
"I'm sorry, Daddy. I really am," she says, stifling a sob.
"I know you are. Right then, that's all I'm going to say on the subject. Let's go to the office. Actually, first I need to stop by the hospital on the way," he tells her.
They chat in the car on the way to the hospital. It's the longest conversation they've had in years, probably ever. Jack soon realises that Hanna isn't the little girl that left Chicago 2 years ago. She had opinions on many things and was well able to get her point across. She was so like her mother in that regard. She was confident but from what he could see, a little naïve. He could see that she was changing, growing up. He didn't like it but there wasn't a thing he could do about it.
They park the car close to the hospital and walk a couple of blocks to the entrance. They find Danny's room and knock gently before entering. Danny's sitting up in bed when they go in.
"Hey," Jack says, approaching the bed. "How are you feeling?"
"A bit sore, but I'll live. They tell me I can get outta here in a few days."
"That's great. You know Hanna, don't you? The one that's been keeping us on our toes," Jack says, pushing his daughter to the fore.
"Yeah, hi Hanna," Danny replies.
"Hi. I'm really sorry you got hurt," she says genuinely. Jack gently squeezes her shoulders in acknowledgement of her concern.
"It's not your fault. What? Has your Dad been giving you a hard time?" Danny smiles, trying to antagonise Jack.
"No. Not yet at least," she says, smiling nervously at her Dad.
"Don't worry. We'll talk about it. We just have a few things to sort out first, like where young Kevin's disappeared to?" Jack responds.
"He didn't turn up?" Danny asks.
"Not yet. According to Hanna, he took something that this Javier guy wants back," Jack begins to fill Danny in.
"Dad, can I go and get a soda?" Hanna interrupts.
"Sure. You need some money?" Jack asks, handing her some loose change from his jacket pocket.
Hanna looks at the paltry amount but doesn't complain. She knows she's walking on thin ice at the moment.
"Thanks," she says, turning and leaving the room. Jack continues to tell Danny the latest on the case.
Out in the hall, Hanna is standing looking at the vending machine, trying to decide what to buy, when her cell phone rings. Caller I.D. reads Kev.
"Kevin, is that you?" she answers.
"Hi Han, it's me," he replies.
"Where are you?"
"Somewhere safe."
"Javier was looking for you. He's mad as hell. What did you do?"
"I messed up, babe. I'm sorry I go you involved. I saw the cops at the apartment. Did he hurt you?"
"No. I'm okay. My Dad arrived and scared him off. One of the agents got hurt though. We're at the hospital right now. Why don't you meet us here?"
"I can't, Han. I need to get outta here. He's going to kill me."
"My Dad can help, Kevin. Please tell me where you are."
"Can you get your hands on some cash?"
"Cash? I don't have any. You know that."
"What about your Dad? Can you get some from him?"
"He'll want to know what for."
"I didn't mean ask him. What about his credit card? Could you get hold of it?"
"I don't know. Maybe?"
"Try, babe. Please."
"Kevin, if you're in trouble, my Dad can protect you."
"He couldn't protect me from this, and I can't go to jail. Please, I just need to get out of the city."
"Okay," Hanna pauses. "I'll try. I'll call you back," she tells him before ending the call.
She sits in a chair near the vending machine. Now she's really confused. Kevin trusts her. She doesn't want to let him down, but she doesn't want him to get hurt either. She's still lost in her contemplations when Jack calls her.
"C'mon. Let's go," Jack motions towards the elevator. "What, you couldn't decide?" he asks, noticing that she has no drink.
"What? Eh, no," is all she can manage.
"Okay, what's up?" Jack asks, sensing a change in her demeanour.
Hanna doesn't answer, just shrugs her shoulders.
"I am an investigator, Hanna. I can tell when someone is hiding something," he reminds her.
She realises she has no choice. She cannot help Kevin on her own.
"Kevin called," she tells him, as they step into the elevator.
"He's okay then?" Jack enquires.
"Kinda. He's really scared. He asked me if I could get money from you so he can get out of New York," she explains.
"Did you tell him that I can help him?" Jack wonders.
"Yeah. He thinks you'll put him in prison," she replies.
"In prison? Why?"
"I've no idea. He's mixed up in something bad," she begins to cry a little.
"Did he tell you where he was?"
"No, but I have to call him back when I get my hands on your credit card or some cash," she informs him.
"Okay. We can work with that. When we get to the office, I'll get you to call him. You can tell him you got some money and then arrange to meet him. When you meet him, I'll be with you," Jack explains.
"He won't like it," she tells him.
"Right now he doesn't really have a choice. This way he might live to see his next birthday," Jack comments.
They drive in silence to the office. Each of them has a lot on their minds. When they get there, Martin, Samantha and Elena are already there. Jack asks Hanna to wait in his office while he talks to his team. He tells them that Kevin has made contact and of his plan for Hanna to meet him. He asks Martin and Elena to provide backup at the meeting point. Jack then arranges for a trace to be placed on Hanna's phone. When everything is in place, he allows Hanna to call Kevin. The rest of the team listen to the call.
"It's me," Hanna says nervously.
"What took you so long?" Kevin asks, somewhat agitated.
"I had to wait for my Dad to leave his wallet down. I have it now. There's about $200 and his credit card," she lies.
"That's great, Han. I knew you wouldn't let me down," he praises.
"Where are you?"
"There's an old, shut down bakery on 28th Street. It's beside a diner called 'Hal's'. If you go around the side there's a doorway. I'll be inside."
"I'll do my best. See you soon," she tells him and hangs up.
Hanna looks to her Dad for approval.
"You did great," he assures her. "Right, listen up. The plan is, I'll drive Hanna and we go in together. Hopefully he'll hear me out and come quietly. You two will wait outside in case he tries to run. Just remember, he's just a frightened kid. He hasn't, as far as we know, committed a crime, so go easy on him," Jack reminds his agents. They grab their gear and make their way to 28th Street.