Third Person POV
Tom had the plan. He knew what he had to do but he was still nervous as he dialled Hannah's number into his cell phone. His heart quickened as the phone rang.
"Hello" her cautious voice answered and Tom felt hatred well up inside of him. Her and her father were the reason for his father's death. He had wormed his way into the life of the CSI's and had found out so much about Hannah Flack. From her life in Britain to her early life in the Big Apple. He knew all about Donald Flack Jr. too. His false identity had proved itself useful.
"Hannah...it's Tom" he said and he heard a ruffling sound in the background.
"Hey" she replied and sat up on the sofa.
"I'm sorry Hannah...I'm so sorry" Tom began his web of lies.
"What's wrong?" she asked worriedly and began to pace the room. Tom leant on the brick wall of the alley of her apartment block and watched passers by.
"It's your dad...he was shot in a robbery" he said and tried to sound sympathetic.
"Oh God...is he alright?" she asked, panic filling her voice.
"He's in hospital...I'm outside. Mac sent me to come pick you up. I'm downstairs" he said and there was more muffled sounds.
"I'm coming down" she said and Tom hung up and moved out the alleyway. It was early in the morning and there weren't many people walking by. Tom was surprised at the speed as to which she appeared out the front door in a long grey hoody and skinny jeans with trainers on her feet. Tom opened the passenger side of the door and she silently climbed in. He noted she had tears falling down her eyes as he shut the door. After all the time she had been apart from him she loved him enough to sob over him.
"Is he badly injured" Hannah asked when Tom got in. Tom began to drive. He was unable to look at her but he felt her eyes on his face.
"He's in a critical state" Tom said and Hannah began to sob harder as she wiped her tears with the sleeve of her hoody.
"I've just got to know him...I don't want to lose him again..." she sobbed and Tom had to resist the urge to roll his eyes at the crap she was spurting at him. He drove silently as Hannah stared out the window. Eventually he stopped the car when he had turned down a small alley. Hannah looked around.
"Tom...this doesn't look like a hospital" she stated and Tom grinned and with one hand he locked all the doors in the car he was driving.
"Very observant Hannah" he stated as Hannah turned her glare onto him.
"Tom. What's going on? Why aren't we at the hospital?" she asked, her voice worried. So she should be.
"Your fathers fine. In fact that bastard is more than fine" Tom spat in disgust.
"What's going on Tom? Let me out! Please!" Hannah begged as she pulled on the door handle.
"Does the name Steven Thomas mean anything to you?" he asked her and she stopped pulling on the handle and turned around to look at him.
"What does he have to do with this?" Hannah asked him and he narrowed his eyes at her.
"He was my father" Tom said venomously and he placed a needle into her thigh.
"No!" Hannah yelled and her attempt on opening the door handle began to weaken as she felt her body begin to slow down.
"What did you do to me?" she asked, tossing her hair weakly out her face so that she could directly see Tom and he her. He glared dangerously into her eyes as she challenged him back.
"Don't worry...you'll beg me for this when you realise what you're about to go through" he spoke icily and Hannah felt her arms become a dead weight until she finally slumped back in her seat. Tom checked her pulse and began to drive when he was satisfied that she wouldn't be waking up anytime soon. He drove quietly and calmly back to the docks where he and his brother were set up. There were others there too. But they didn't want revenge. They were there for backup. Tom had paid them a million each in the money which his father had left them.
"Nathan!" Tom yelled when he jumped out the car. Just then his brother emerged and he smiled triumphantly at him.
"Good going Tom...I see that your job paid off" the tall dark haired man replied. Tom Thomas opened the passenger side of the door and Nathan bent into the car, his face inches away from the unconscious girl. He brushed a strand of her hair behind her ear and placed his mouth next to her ear.
"You're going to pay Hannah...for what your father did to our father. He's going to lose someone dearly...you're going to beg for death bitch" Nathan whispered quietly. He knew the girl couldn't hear but it made him feel better to say the words.
"Get her out the car and into my office" Nathan demanded the posse of men who had gathered round. There were only four of them but that was enough. Nathan and Tom walked into the empty cargo space and into the back office.
"When do we phone him?" Tom asked his elder brother of two years.
"When she wakes up. He won't believe us if we don't give him proof" Nathan sat down in the black leather chair behind the desk. Tom occupied the one in front of the desk and they both stared as Hannah was laid down onto the sofa which was on the wall next to the desk. And so they patiently wait for the girl to wake up.
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Donald Flack was growing bored. He had spent the last five hours in the precinct just finishing off paper work. He had to admit that this was the one part of the job he hated the most. At around eleven in the morning he saw Mac approaching him wearing a face of confusion.
"You haven't seen Tom have you?" Mac asked and Don shook his head.
"Not since last night when he was talking with Hannah. You lost him or something?" Don queried.
"We never found him. He left last night and we haven't seen him since. Not like him not to turn up to work though" Mac said and he shrugged. He hadn't seemed drunk last night. He had seemed perfectly normal.
"Just a minute" Don said when he heard his phone ring. Mac nodded in understanding and Don checked his ID.
"Hannah, what's up?" he answered.
"Always a weird feeling when the person who calls you isn't the voice you hear; isn't it?" an odd voice asked down the phone and Don sat up straight.
"Who is this?" Don asked angrily. Whoever it was, Don knew they were trying to wind him up and he wasn't appreciating it. At all.
"Just someone who wants to be a friend Don...Hannah is fine. In fact, why don't you just say hello to daddy Hannah" he said and then there was the shifting of the phone.
"Dad?" Hannah asked and Don sighed in relief. She was alive. Mac was stood close to Don in anticipation, he knew that Hannah wasn't the one who made this call and he was intrigued to know who did.
"Hannah...baby, where are you? What's happened?" Don asked nervously.
"I don't know dad...Tom just took me...there's six of them dad, they have guns...please" Hannah cried down the phone which was being snatched from her. She had given away it was Tom but it didn't matter. He wanted the CSI's to know it was him. They would find out sooner or later.
"Detective Flack, how nice to hear from you" Tom said down the phone.
"Tom where is she? Tell me now you pile of crap!" Don roared down the phone. He was stood up now and pacing as well as attracting attention.
"She's still alive detective, for now. You see you murdered someone very valuable to us a few weeks ago...now we want you to pay the price which our father suffered" Tom began to get angry.
"Thomas? You're his son?" Don asked, shock filling his voice.
"Me and my brother weren't best pleased when we found out the same man who took his freedom from him was the same one who killed him" Tom spoke.
"He killed my wife and threatened to kill my daughter. You think I was going to do nothing?" Don fumed.
"He never managed the second though detective. We intend to put that right" Tom said and he hung up. Don looked at his phone which was showing a no call and he began to feel sick.
"He's got my daughter Mac...he's got Hannah" Flack said and he felt his eyes begin to tear. Mac nodded and placed a hand on his back.
"We'll get her back" he promised.
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