Third Person POV
Don walked slowly along the pathway to his old house. The pathway which was home to so many memories that it hurt for him to think of them. He was slow as he went; there were loads of things filling his head. The first time he and Emily had walked along the path. The first time he had pushed Hannah in her pram up to the house. The front door was open and Don walked into the hallway. He noticed the hallway was decorated more modern than it had been when he lived there.
"We're in here Detective" Nathan shouted out and Don followed the voice. He walked into the living room where Nathan and Tom stood. Hannah was laid on the sofa, still knocked out from the injection.
"Hannah?" Don began to run to the sofa and he fell to his knees and heard her faint breathing.
"She's still alive Detective. We had to inject her to sleep you see. She'll come round soon" Nathan said. Don pushed her hair from her face and kissed her on her forehead.
"How touching" Nathan rolled his eyes and Tom chuckled.
"You do realise this isn't my house" Don stated as he stood up and looked over at the two men.
"Yes...but the owners shan't be back till late so we're alright. We've been observing there pattern during the day so we could plan this to the second" Tom spoke
"So what now? You plan to kill me and Hannah?" Don asked
"No...just Hannah...we want you to live with the pain of having both your wife and daughter dead. And besides, if we wanted to kill you we would have asked you to take that bulletproof jacket off" Nathan said and Don chuckled to himself.
"You want me to feel pain? Well congratulations, you have achieved it. I'm hurting now, just knowing what you scumbags are planning to do to my daughter. I'm hurting because I watched you hit my daughter on that video"
"We want you to feel more pain detective. Like we did. Our father was a good man" Nathan spoke proudly.
"He was a murdering bastard" Don spoke through gritted teeth and Nathan removed his gun from his jacket and pointed it straight at Don.
"Nathan. Don't" Tom warned his brother and Nathan looked at his brother before lowering his gun.
"We don't want him dead. We want her dead" Tom reminded his brother. Hannah slowly began to stir and some noise escaped her lips. Her eyes slowly fluttered open to the sight of her two captors and then her father.
"Dad" Hannah whispered and she began to slowly stand up as Don brought her into his arms.
"Hannah" he whispered and he grasped his hand into her hair and pushed her head into his chest in an attempt to shield her from this.
"Good. Now that Hannah is awake on with the grand finale I say. You came along detective?" Nathan checked and Don nodded as a lie.
"Now. Let go of Hannah" Tom commanded but Don shook his head.
"Please don't do this to her" he pleaded as he felt Hannah shake in his arms.
"Do it now!" he yelled but Don didn't release her. Suddenly the gun made a clicking noise.
"Hannah. Let go of your father or he dies too" Nathan commanded and Hannah took a deep breath before escaping from Don's arms.
"Hannah don't" Don pleaded as she stepped away from him.
"I love you dad" she said and Hannah stood to the side.
"Goodbye Hannah" Tom smiled as Nathan pointed his gun at the sniffling girl.
"NYPD! Get down!" suddenly the door at the back of the living room opened. Nathan looked behind and he saw the cops.
"You lying bastard!" he yelled at Flack and then he shot Hannah before the cops shot him.
"No!" Flack yelled as he saw his daughter stumble backwards. Mac and the rest of SWAT moved in and shot at Tom before he could shoot at them.
"Hannah" Don sobbed as his daughter fell into his arms; he lowered her to the ground and cradled her body slowly as her blue eyes found his.
"Dad..." Hannah croaked as Don pressed deeply onto the wound which was growing on her stomach in an attempt to stop the blood.
"We need an ambulance!" Mac yelled and a member of SWAT began getting onto it.
"It's okay Hannah...you'll be okay. I promise. Okay? When you get out of this I'll take you shopping...you'd like that right?" Don conversed as he grasped onto Hannah's hand.
"I thought you hated shopping?" she mumbled.
"I do. But I would do it for you" he said and Hannah let out a low and strained chuckle.
"And I'll show you the sights of New York. We'll walk through central park, see the Statue of Liberty...everything Hannah" Don promised her.
"I'd like that" she whispered and Don smiled down at her as a tear slid down his cheek.
"And I'll be a proper father. One who yells at you after you've broken curfew because you got so drunk you don't remember what day it is. One who tells all the boys who come home with you that they had best not break your heart. One who takes you to Yankee games Hannah" he swore
"I'm sorry dad" Hannah said and Don watched as he lids slowly shut.
"You have nothing to be sorry for Hannah Flack. Nothing" Don told her just before her lids shut.
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"She has internal bleeding but we have managed to stop it. However, the next twenty four hours is critical. The bullet caused a lot of damage and so I am afraid it is a game of just waiting and seeing what happens" Doctor Murphy told Don who nodded and looked into the room where Hannah was sleeping.
"Thanks Doctor" Mac said and he left. Mac handed Don the coffee he had just bought him and Don took it.
"Maybe if I didn't call you Mac...she wouldn't be here" Don wondered. He had called Mac whilst he was in the car. He figured that he needed backup. Hannah had said there were six men and Don against six men would have left him with no daughter.
"No Don. If you were by yourself Hannah would have been dead for sure. There were five men with guns in that house. You had no chance alone" Mac assured Don.
"I know. I know that Mac." Don said. He just needed Hannah to pull through.