Third Person POV

It was three in the morning and the body had just been removed from Don Flack's apartment. Mac and the team had come to the verdict that the death was caused by Flack, but it was completely done in self defence. Lindsay was packing away all of her kit when Danny spoke:

"You've gotta say the kid has Flack's spirit"

"Why do you say that?" Mac suddenly asked

"Well she was being held at gun point and she had the balls – not literally- to get away from him. She has Flack's temper" Danny stated and Lindsay shrugged.

"I guess so. I just feel sorry for her...having lost her mother and then to nearly be killed...it's just awful" Lindsay said and she picked up her case and Mac nodded in silence. They didn't mention the fact it must have been horrible that she had to grow up abroad because that would mean talking about Don and none of them wanted to do that.

"Come on. It's been a long day" Mac said and they locked the apartment before heading home to gain some well deserved sleep.

Hannah POV

I couldn't sleep. I just laid on my side with my eyes staring at the beige coloured wall. Dad had booked us into a nice hotel for the night but I was laid under the duvet even though I had no pyjamas to sleep in. I didn't know if dad was awake or not but I couldn't hear his snoring. I didn't want to look around. We hadn't said much since we left the graveyard and truth be told I was happy we had gone. I wanted to see what mum's grave looked like and it felt like I was closer to her there. Dad said he often went and just spoke to her. I would start to do that, start to tell her of how my life is going.

"Hannah?" dad suddenly asked and I turned around on my lumpy single bed and faced him. He was laid on his side; his tie was undone and laid on the floor next to his single bed.

"Yeah?" I asked, I was trying to stop my teeth from chattering. I was freezing and there he was not even under the duvet.

"Are you cold?" he asked and I nodded.

"A little" I understated. Dad nodded and began to shrug out of his jacket.

"What are you doing? You'll freeze to death" I said but he shook his head.

"You're cold because the shock of what happened has just come to you. Sit up" he demanded. I did so and the covers fell to my lap. Dad placed my arms into his jacket and I huddled into it.

"Thanks" I said and he smiled before I laid back down and flung the covers over me. I could smell the scent of dad and in some way it was comforting to me. But I wanted more than dad's jacket.

"Dad...don't go" I pleaded as he stood up.

"I'm only off to the bed Hannah...nowhere else" he chuckled but I shook my head.

"I get it" he said and he sat back down on my bed. He sat up and leant against the headrest as his arm wrapped around my shoulders. Hesitantly, I laid my head my arm just below his shoulder and closed my eyes.

"I've been thinking" dad began

"Always dangerous" I joked and he chuckled and squeezed my shoulder.

"Very funny. I wondered if you would want to move into a bigger apartment...now that there is two of us and all" he said but I shook my head.

"No...where we live is good. We each have a room and there's plenty of space. I know the real reason why you're asking" I said.

"Oh...you do?" he asked and I could tell his face was going into one of confusion.

"You wondered if going back to the apartment would bring back some memories for me of what happened tonight. But I am fine dad. Honest" I swore and he chuckled again.

"You're not dumb. You know that kid?" he asked

"I know" I replied "definitely get the brains from mum"

"Hey...I am relatively clever" he said and I smiled. He was.

"I've been thinking too dad" I said

"Always dangerous" he quipped and I hit him on the chest.

"I want to go and watch the Yankees" I said.

"Seriously?" he asked

"Yeah...I've never been before so it will be a new experience we can do together. Like our first father and daughter activity" I told him.

"I would like that. I would like that a lot" he said and then I felt something on the top of my head. Did he just kiss the top of my head? I thought he did.

"I just have one question" I whispered.

"And that is...?"

"What sport do the Yankees play?" I asked and then I heard him laugh loudly.