Third Person POV
"This is ridiculous Mac" Don complained as he sat behind Mac as they stared at Adam who was typing furiously on the computer keyboard in front of him.
"It's better than being out there and not knowing where you're going Don" Mac counteracted but Don shook his head. He would prefer to be out on the street searching the three mile radius rather than being stuck in that room and doing nothing. He was getting fed up.
"I think it is safe to say she isn't in a cafe" Adam suddenly said.
"Well can you find out where it is she is" Don snapped suddenly but Adam ignored him. He knew he was on edge and he didn't want to retaliate at his snapping.
"Hold on" Adam suddenly said and on the screen there was a box which popped up. Adam went back to his typing and then he went onto the e-mail.
"Someone's hacked into the system and sent us a link...do I open it?" Adam asked Mac who nodded. Adam hovered his mouse on the link and he opened it up.
"Oh God" Don said and there was his daughter. Hannah was sat on a sofa with a man sat next to her.
"Hannah!" Don yelled but the girl didn't react. Don took in her dishevelled hair locks and her red rimmed eyes.
"Can they hear us?" Mac asked
"Oh yes. We can now" the man sat next to Hannah answered "don't you want to say hello to your daddy Hannah?"
Hannah adamantly turned her head to the right so she didn't have to look straight into the camera or Nathan's face. Don noted Hannah had a gun pressed into her side and he made a mental image of what these men were doing.
"We hear you've nailed us into a three mile radius" Nathan teased them
"And how do you know that?" Mac asked. Tom was sat at the desk on his laptop and he could see the CSI's but Hannah couldn't. All she knew was that her father could see her from the video camera.
"Well when you have the information you can find anything out" Tom spoke up.
"Is that you Tom?" Mac asked him
"Yes Mac. It's me. I have to thank you for the job. It has provided itself quite useful I must say" Tom tormented and he watched his boss' emotionless face on the other end.
"What do you really hope to achieve with this Tom? Hurting Hannah isn't going to bring your father back is it?" Mac said and then Nathan dragged Hannah to her feet and he slapped her forcefully. Hannah yelled in pain and fell to the floor. She allowed her hair to remain covering her face as tears welled up in her eyes.
"Hannah! You son of a bitch!" Don roared and he stood up and yelled at the computer screen.
"Never mention our father Taylor! Never!" Nathan spat into the camera "or Miss Flack here ends up dead sooner than you imagine"
Nathan grasped onto Hannah's hair and began to pull her back up.
"No! Get off me!" Hannah screamed in pain as he grasped onto her hair and then wrapped an arm around her waist, pinning her body to his. Don could see the fear in his daughter's eyes and it killed him instantly.
"Let go of her! Please!" Don begged
"Shut up Detective Flack!" Nathan roared and he pressed his gun against Hannah's temple. Hannah squirmed and shut her eyes tight and began sobbing hysterically.
"Now listen to me! Do you feel pain Detective? Watching your daughter?" Nathan bellowed.
"Yes! Let her go!" Don yelled.
"Good! Does it hurt you watching her little face sob? Do you want it to end?" Nathan asked.
"Of course I do!" Don shouted back at the screen.
"Excellent! Because that's how we want you to feel Detective. We want you to feel pain like what we did! But don't worry. It will be over soon" Nathan said and then the screen went dead.
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"I thought you said you weren't going to lose your temper" Tom spoke calmly as Nathan pushed Hannah onto the floor and moved the video camera away.
"I couldn't help it. They piss me off. You stay here whilst I go talk to the guys. We're getting this plan underway a.s.a.p." he told Tom. Hannah began to curl up into a ball against the wall and she rested her head against her knees.
"Make sure the bitch doesn't escape" Nathan said and he shut the door. Tom began to pack his laptop away as Hannah's eyes remained focused on her jeans.
"You look tired" Tom observed as he straightened out his tie and placed his blonde hair back nicely.
"That would be because I am" Hannah said and she watched him as he tidied the desk. He didn't make eye contact with her as he spoke:
"You can go to sleep"
"And wait for you to kill me in my sleep? I'm good thanks" Hannah replied venomously and Tom smirked to himself.
"Stubborn as your father aren't you" he murmured
"I just don't take kindly to being beaten and kidnapped" Hannah replied.
"We won't kill you whilst you're sleeping. We want you to know you're going to die" Tom told her and he took a seat and poured a glass of brandy.
"How kind of you" Hannah replied sarcastically.
"You have his wit too" Tom observed "don't worry. We have a lovely plan for your death"
"What is it?" Hannah asked. That way when it was about to happen she would be prepared. She would know when she would leave the earth.
"And why would I tell you that?" Tom asked
"Because I want to know when I am going to go" Hannah looked him in the eye and their eyes bore into each other's.
"Well you see Hannah. After a week of watching your father squirm we're going to take you back to your old house where your mother died and then we will kill you. A little more theatrical than killing you here, wouldn't you agree?"
"You're sick" Hannah replied.
"Debateable" Tom replied and just then Nathan walked back into the room.
"They say everything is ready for Friday" Nathan said and Tom nodded once in agreement.
"Now Hannah. Why don't you just relax until then?" he asked her and she felt sick instantly.