Hannah POV
Three weeks had passed since the horrific accident I had and dad was still being paranoid around me even though I swore to him that it didn't hurt anymore but he was still being protective. Then he revealed that he had big news. He wanted me to go with him to attend his works fundraiser. It would be a ball. At first I had said no, no way did I want to go and stand in a room full of people who I didn't know and then I gathered that if it was a ball then there would be dancing which I was not in favour of. But dad had said it would mean a lot to him if I went and so this how I found myself stood in front of my mirror fiddling with the straps of the cream dress I had bought.
"Can I come in?" dad asked from outside of the door as I patted my hair flat down.
"I guess so" I replied and then the doorknob turned and I saw dad walk in through the mirror.
"I know. I look stupid" I said when his mouth fell open a little. He quickly shut it and shook his head and sat down on the edge of my bed as I picked up the pale fake flower and clipped it into my hair.
"You look nice. Different" he said and I turned around to face him. I had brought a cream dress which flared out at my waist, I had a pale coloured cardigan to go with it and my hair was straightened and tied to side and the rest of it was curled which hung down.
"Different? That has to be the strangest type of compliment going" I commented and dad stood up. It was alright for boys! They just had to decide what type of tuxedo to buy. But dad did look smart. Different.
"I meant that you look different in comparison to what you normally look like" he defended himself and I grinned.
"I know" I teased and reached up and straightened out his bow tie.
"Now you look better" I said and reached for my black heels to put on.
"Thanks" he said and I nodded in confirmation to say that I was ready to go.
"It'll be fine. I promise" he swore and I followed him out of the flat.
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It was busy. I mean proper packed. There were all these legal people there and then me. A sixteen year old girl. To be fair dad did stay near me most the night. I met Mac further in detail and then a guy named Danny who was apparently dad's best friend. He seemed like a nice person I guess.
"Stella...this is Hannah" dad suddenly said and I turned around to stare into the eyes of this woman who had the bushiest hair I had seen. She smiled kindly at me and shook my hand.
"So you're the infamous Hannah...Flack told me a lot about you" she said and released my hand. I know my eyes went wide in fear as I stared up at dad who suddenly began to laugh along with Stella.
"Oh Hannah...no...it wasn't anything bad. Honest" Stella held her hands up in a surrendering position and I nervously smiled.
"I'm going to go to the bathroom" I said and dad nodded as he began to stop laughing. I began to make my way through the crowd muttering in my head and looking down. Suddenly, I bumped into someone and I shrieked.
"Oh God...I am so sorry" I began to apologise as the person in a tuxedo turned around to look at me. I felt my mouth open wide as I stared into his large green eyes and took in his prominent features along with his floppy brown hair. Then I noted the stain. Cause by me. Great.
"No worries...honest" he said and he placed his glass down onto a long brown table.
"I see you've met Tom" a sudden voice piped up and I looked to my left to see Mac.
"Tom this is Hannah...she's Detective Flack's daughter. Hannah this is Tom, he's just joined the CSI team" Mac said and I shook this Tom's hand as he lazily smirked at me.
"Hey" he said and I smiled. He looked a little young to be a CSI. Actually he looked a little young to just be out of college.
"Tom's eighteen Hannah...he's one of the youngest CSI's ever" Mac said and he patted Tom on the back as though he was proud of him like he was a son.
"Wow...impressive" I commented and Tom nodded.
"And what do you do?" he asked me. Hmm...what did I do? Well, technically I don't do anything. Dad has enlisted me for more education.
"Well I just did exams in Britain but I would like to study Medicine" I said honestly.
"Medicine? Sounds interesting" Tom nodded and I noticed that Mac had slipped away silently.
"Yeah...hopefully it will be" I said and he nodded.
"Look...I have to go...but I'll call you" he promised and I nodded incoherently. Did I want him to call me?
"I'll see you soon" he said and he stalked off. I watched his retreating figure as Dad came over.
"You met Tom then" he commented sounding like an over protective father.
"Yeah...I did" I replied.
Third Person POV
Tom Hunter was happy to be out of there. It was all so stuffy and fake that it made him ill. But he had found her. He smirked as he made his way down the red carpeted stairs and walked along the pavement. He pulled his phone out and began to make the call.
"I met her" he spoke down the phone.
"Good...we'll have her soon. Hurry up and get back" the voice on the other end of the phone said and Tom hung up and began to walk faster, with each step he took he grew in the confidence of that by the end of the week Hannah Flack would be dead.