It was nearly ten when I awoke the next morning. I imagined dad had already left for work and so I wasn't surprised when I walked through the flat to find it empty. He had left me a note stuck to the fridge though. He had put that he would be back at around six, and he would cook us some tea. But the part that got me was the he had put 'love dad'. Maybe things would work out. Last night was fun, looking through all the old photos together it felt like they had brought us together. Mum had brought us together. I smiled at the thought and began making some toast for breakfast. After I had cleared up I placed everything away and then went to change into jeans and a top with a long grey cardigan over it. The day went quite slowly; mainly I spent it revising if I am honest. I did watch some TV and discovered Oprah. Six o'clock came and went and dad still hadn't come in. I did begin to worry a little. He was an NYPD cop and experienced danger everyday so it was natural for me to worry about him. I was growing close to him and I didn't want to lose that now. At twenty past six my phone did go off and it was dad.

"Hannah" dad said

"Dad, where are you, you said you would be back at six" I quipped and then I heard sirens in the background.

"You have to promise me that you will go and lock the door and do not open it to anyone" he said fiercely and without my body registering what I was doing I was bolting the front door shut and then leaning against it.

"What's going on dad?" I asked, trying not to sound worried but failing miserably.

"Hannah...I'm at your mother's grave" dad said and my eyes opened wide.

"Why? Is that sirens I can hear? Why is there police at mum's grave dad?"

"Her coffin has been removed from the ground Hannah...we're looking into why" dad said and I began to cry.

"Who would do that? It's sick dad!" I roared and began pacing the stretch of the living room.

"I know Hannah...I know...we think its Steven Thomas...he escaped from prison earlier this morning" dad explained and now I did begin to cry and hard.

"No...dad...it can't be...he's the reason I went to England" I sobbed.

"He won't get to you Hannah. I promise. Look...I'm going to come home now so don't move." Dad told me.

"I won't...hurry up" I begged.

"I will" he swore and then hung up.

"Shit" I whispered when I put my phone back onto the coffee table.

"Shit indeed" another voice said before I passed out.

Third Person POV

"Mac!" Don yelled as he saw Mac Taylor walk across the graveyard.

"I need to go" Don said and Mac nodded.

"I get it Don...it might not be him though...you don't know yet" he spoke in an attempt to make Don see things a little more optimistically but Don shook his head.

"I pissed him off real bad in that interview Mac...he wants to finish the job and this was just a way of making me realise that. Apparently he has connections throughout the city...he was one of the most notorious serial killers ever Mac" Don said and he ran a hand through his hair in worry. He often came to speak to his wife in the graveyard but never did he imagine her body being dug up. It sickened him.

"Go back to Hannah Don...I'll send back up a.s.a.p." Mac promised and Don nodded before jumping into his silver car. As he drove his mind was filled with worry. Worry that he might have gotten to his daughter before he had a chance to make it up with her. As he drove his phone went off. Don fished around in his pocket and saw the caller ID.

"Hannah...darling...are you okay?" he asked. He had only just called her.

"I have to say detective that she looks a lot like her mother...she has your eyes though, granted" a man's voice spoke down the phone as Don continued to break all the speed limits.

"Is that you Thomas? You evil son of a bitch" Don spat

"Now now Detective...I have your daughter here so don't go shouting insults at me" he scolded and Don had to restrain himself from yelling down the phone.

"Where is Hannah?" Don asked

"Sleeping on her bed. She really is the most beautiful thing I have seen in a while" he complimented and Don almost vomited.

"What do you want Thomas?" Don asked

"I want to finish a job off Detective...you caught me before I could" he sounded a little distraught at this "anyway...I know you're on your way home and that is fine. I shall see you soon...and don't call for help Detective...or Hannah here may not be alive when you come home"

Then the phone went dead. Don threw the phone onto the passenger seat and continued driving. His mind was filled with things he didn't want to imagine. When he got to his apartment he stopped the car and ran up the stairs until he got to his door. Don took a deep breath and unlocked the door.

"Dad! No!" he heard Hannah yell before he could see anything inside the room. Her words hit him hard and then he saw Thomas. He took in every disgusting detail of him, from his beak of a nose to his greasy blonde hair. He had Hannah wrapped up in his arms, a gun pointed at her forehead as she sobbed in fear. Don had his gun raised at Thomas who began to tut.

"Now now Detective...I would drop that if I was you" he threatened and his gun made a clicking noise which made Hannah scream in panic.

"I'm guessing it was you who dug up my wife's grave" Don said as he slowly placed his gun on the floor.

"It added to the effect" Thomas smirked

"That it did" Don agreed "please Steven...let her go"

"And why would I do that? You ruined my life Detective Flack. You caught me and put me into jail...not without being a dick during the interview though"

"That's in the past. If you hurt her they'll find you again...they'll send you right back to jail" Don warned him.

"I would go back knowing I had ruined the life of Detective Donald Flack Jr." He contradicted.

"Just let her go!" Don yelled but he didn't move as he saw the pressure of the gun increase onto her forehead.

"Say goodbye to daddy Hannah" he laughed and then the gun clicked.

"Go to hell arsehole" Hannah spat and she raised her foot up high and kicked him in between his legs. His grip on her loosened and she yanked his arms from her body and fell to the floor. Don took this moment to grab his gun from the floor as Hannah crawled rapidly towards him. He shot Thomas. The first bullet went straight through his head as Hannah crawled up into the corner near the breakfast bar. Don remained stood there with his gun pointed at Thomas and he shot him again in the head. His body fell backwards and he smashed into the coffee table with blood pouring from him.

"Dad" he heard her whisper and that was what made him stop shooting the scumbag. Don placed his gun into his trousers below his back and he knelt in front of his daughter before cradling her in his arms. She leant her head on his chest as she cried and Don wrapped an arm around her shoulders and with his other arm he held both her hands in his one hand.

"You're safe...it's okay...he's not going to hurt you" Don whispered as he continued glaring at the corpse of his wife's murderer.

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A bit more action in that one but hopefully this event will make them see how much they need each other. So, please leave a review :)