On the way to the meeting, Jack suggests that Hanna waits in the car while he talks to Kevin alone. She's having none of it. She insists on seeing Kevin. She argues her case very convincingly, just like her mother. Jack reluctantly gives in. He radio's Martin and Elena to check their position before they leave the car. They've waiting on the side street. Jack and Hanna alight the car and walk up to the back door. It's obvious that planks of wood, which were once used to board up the door, had recently been removed. Jack leads the way and pushes the door open. It creaks loudly. He steps in and quickly scans his surroundings. It's badly lit and cluttered with crates and boxes. There doesn't appear to be anyone around. Jack indicates for Hanna to enter and to call Kevin. She obliges.

"Kevin!"

Jacks notices a figure moving in the shadows. His instincts make him reach for his weapon but refrains from drawing it.

"Why did you bring him? I thought I could trust you," he shouts.

"We just want to help you," Hanna shouts back.

"I told you, I won't go to prison," Kevin shouts, slowly emerging from the shadows, pistol in hand. Jack hadn't expected this. He pulls protectively Hanna behind him.

"No one's going to prison, Kevin. Put the gun down before someone gets hurt," Jack warns.

"I don't want to hurt anyone. I just want you to leave us alone. I need to talk to Hanna," Kevin shouts at him.

"There's no way I'm leaving her here with you while you have a gun," Jack tells him, slowly approaching him, his hands raised. With each step Jack takes, Kevin backs away.

"Don't come any closer," he warns, his hands trembling.

"Just give me the gun, Kevin, then you can talk to Hanna," Jack promises.

"Back off! Please. I don't want to …" Kevin begins. Unfortunately he doesn't get a chance to finish his sentence. He stumbles over a broken pallet on the ground. As he falls, his weapon goes off. He doesn't realise what he's done until he stands up again. He hears Hanna screaming and sees her kneeling over the bleeding body of her father.

"You shot him!" she yells, looking fearfully into his eyes. "He's my Dad and you shot him."

"I didn't mean to. Oh God. I swear, it just went off," he cries over and over.

Kevin stands there in shock as Hanna tries to help her Dad.

"Please be okay, please don't die," she repeats to her Dad.

Just then Jack's eyes flicker and open with a start and he takes a sudden loud breath. He stares wide-eyed straight at Hanna, breathing rapidly.

"You're okay!" she says to him, as he groans and tries to sit up.

"Son-of-a bitch!" he exclaims, as he grabs his right shoulder and manages to raise himself into a sitting position. He decides it's best not to try and stand, as he's feeling a bit light headed.

"I can't believe you shot me," he says looking weakly at Kevin. Kevin cannot look him in the eye and says nothing. He just stands there, staring at the ground, shaking.

Just then, Martin and Elena burst in waving their weapons. They had heard the shot from the car.

"Put the gun down," Elena shouts. "I said drop it. Now!"

Kevin immediately does as he is told.

"Put your hands on your head and turn around," she orders. He does as she says and she approaches him and cuffs him. Once Elena has Kevin restrained, Martin holsters his weapon and checks on Jack's condition.

"Looks like you were lucky, Boss," Martin tells him, placing his hand on his back. "It's a through and through."

"Lucky? Since when is getting shot lucky?" Jack asks crankily.

Martin smiles at Hanna and raises his brow.

"Is he going to be okay?" she asks with great concern.

"He will be, once we get him to hospital. I'll call an ambulance," Martin tells her, as he turns and phones 911.

Kevin keeps repeating that he didn't mean to shoot Jack, begging Elena to believe him. Elena wasn't willing to believe him. Then Jack speaks up.

"It's true. It was an accident. He was handing me the gun when he tripped backwards and the gun went off," Jack tells her. So it wasn't the whole truth, but he was willing to give the kid a second chance.

While they wait for the ambulance, Martin applies pressure on Jack's wound to stem the blood flow. Needless to say, Jack isn't being the most co-operative of patients.

"Help me up," he says to Martin.

"I think you should stay where you are until the ambulance gets here," Martin advises.

"Just help me up, Martin," he insists.

Martin gives in, throwing a glance in the direction of Elena. He takes Jack's elbow and helps him to his feet. Jack lets out a groan as the movement sends a wave of pain through his upper body. He shuffles slowly over to Kevin. Kevin flinches as Jack approaches.

"So, Kevin, I think you owe us an explanation," Jack says to the youngster.

"Sorry, what?" he replies nervously.

"What did you take? Whatever it was, it was pretty important to Gonzalez. He is willing to kill to get it back. He stabbed one of my agents, you know," Jack tells him.

"I found a package in his apartment, at the back of a closet. It was covered in dust. Looked like it hadn't been touched in years. I didn't think he'd miss it," Kevin tells him.

"What was in it?" Jack asks.

" Some coke. Not much, but I thought I'd be able to sell it and make a couple of grand. Oh yeah, that gun was in it as well," he explains.

"That's all? Doesn't seem like a reason to kill to me," Jack comments.

"Maybe it's not the drugs, maybe it's the pistol," Elena suggests.

"Get it checked with ballistics," Jack recommends, as he sinks onto a crate.

"You okay, Jack?" Elena asks.

"Dizzy, that's all," Jack responds.

It isn't long until the ambulance arrives. Hanna accompanies Jack to the hospital. Elena and Martin take Kevin back to headquarters for questioning.

Later that evening, Jack is out of surgery and is sitting up in his hospital bed. He's talking to his daughter when Samantha arrives to visit.

"Hi," she says, approaching the foot of the bed. "How are you feeling?" she asks. She feels like a gawky schoolgirl trying to talk to the high school heartthrob. She's not sure how to behave with Jack's daughter in the room.

"I'm good," Jack replies.

"I'm glad," she says, really wanting to hug him and show him just how glad.

Silence.

"I need to ask you a favour," Jack says, breaking the silence.

"Sure," Sam replies.

"I have to stay here overnight. Would it be alright if Hanna stayed with you again tonight?"

"Of course. I'd be glad of the company," Sam smiles. Hanna returns the smile. She was watching their interaction with great curiosity. It reminded her of teenage dilemmas she witnessed most days in school. Was she the only one who could see the spark between Sam and her Dad? An obvious attraction existed. What were they afraid of? Hmmm, adults, really!!!

"Where's Kevin?" she decides to ask.

"He's being questioned. He's fine. Oh yeah, Jack, the gun he shot you with was used in a triple homicide, two years ago. The shooter was never identified. It would explain why Javier Gonzalez was so anxious to get it back. Police are looking for him now," Sam informs him.

"Explains a lot, alright," Jack acknowledges.

"Well, we'd better get going Hanna, and let your Dad get some rest," Sam suggests.

"Sure, I'll see you in the morning, Dad," Hanna promises, as she leans in and kisses him on the cheek.

"See you tomorrow," Sam says, looking longingly at Jack.

"Oh, kiss him for God sake," Hanna pipes up, stunning both Jack and Sam. Neither know how to react.

"Hanna!" is all Jack can think of.

"C'mon. It's so obvious. You like her. She likes you. Seems simples enough to me," Hanna continues. "Well go on then, kiss him."

Sam hesitates, puce with embarrassment and then decides what the heck. She leans down and kisses Jack gently on the lips. Jack responds appropriately and returns the kiss.

"There, now that wasn't that hard, was it?" Hanna says, delighted that her pushing had worked.

Jack and Samantha just look at her and laugh at the whole situation..

"Goodnight," Sam whispers into his ear, before turning and leaving with Hanna.

What a day!

THE END