He was getting frustrated, not to mention stir crazy. He had been moving about almost anywhere and now he had to hide again after twenty years. He hated the little room, the dim light bulb hanging from the ceiling, the broken down furniture, narrow little windows that let in just a sliver of light. But he had no intention of living like this much longer. Once he knew exactly what the Harts were up to he would deal with them, one way or another. Something wasn't right. Corporation presidents normally don't do hunting down supposed war criminals, nor do journalists. He took a drag on his cigarette bringing it to his mouth with his weathered hand. His eyes narrowed as she stared out the window. A knock on the door disrupted his thoughts.

"Father." A voice called from behind him

"Come in." he replied

"I have more information on our mysterious couple." Christian announced

He turned to face him, "Well, what is it?"

"Jonathan Hart is apparently an orphan, no family to speak of." He began, "He worked his way up."

"That's nothing." He snapped

"Well, his wife did come from money. Her father was an art dealer, Stephen Edwards and…"

"Edwards?" He asked interrupting him

"Yes." He confirmed, "He lives in Maryland."

"That's it!" Olbermann, "Damn it. That's the connection."

"I don't understand."

"Stephen Edwards is no art dealer." He informed him, "He was with the CIA twenty years ago. He along with Rodney Bellingham and Jean Louis Dumas hunted me down. It's no coincidence his daughter is doing it now."

"What do we do?" Christian asked, "I can take care of them easily."

Olbermann shook his head, "No, no. We hit them where it hurts the most." He said, "We go after the father."

Christian smiled smile that would send shivers down your spine, "Even better."

SIX WEEKS LATER

Jonathan and Jennifer were settling into their new "ordinary" life as the self-made millionaire and his journalist wife. Max was back and forth between assignments, the excuse to friends and acquaintances being an ill family member. Jennifer was well into her second trimester and thankful to be past the morning sickness but now all she wanted to do was eat. She was enjoying her writing but she could sense that Jonathan was less enthusiastic about his role as a corporation president. Always one for adventure, sitting behind a desk all day in a suit didn't, for lack of a better word, suit him. He had been a pilot, a navy officer and CIA operative. All of those things satisfied his need for risk taking. But every time he looked at Jennifer, watching their child growing inside her, he knew for now he was doing the right thing. He came down from the loft into the living room to find her parked in front of the typewriter, as usual, banging out her next article.

He came up behind her and began to massage her shoulders, he could feel the tension in them from sitting there so long, "You really should take a break, darling."

She bent her head over and he moved his hands to her neck, "If you don't stop I'll never be able to finish this and I have to get something to Margo this week."

"You've been sitting here since this morning. It's almost dinner time. Why don't we get dressed up, go into the city and have a nice dinner?"

She sighed, pushing back the chair, she stood and stretched her back, "Why not? Between you and those hands and Baby Hart ballet dancing in here, I'm not getting as much accomplished as I had hoped." Her hand rested on her abdomen

He slipped his hand under hers and felt the baby move, a huge grin came across his face, "It sure doesn't feel like butterflies anymore does it?"

"No, I'm beginning to think I'm carrying an entire soccer team." She smiled looking into his eyes, she paused for a moment, "Are you sure you're okay?"

He pulled her as close as he could, "I'm fine, why?"

Her arms encircled his neck, "Because you seem restless. " She observed, "You really miss it don't you?"

He sighed heavily, "Jennifer, we've talked about this."

"I know but you said yourself, the corporate world bores you." She reminded him

He leaned in and kissed her long and deep, "I love you and I want to be right here with you." He moved to her neck and kissed it

"I know you do, and I love you too." She replied going weak in the knees from his touch, "I just…I just…" She trailed off as he continued to nuzzle her neck

"You just what?" He mumbled this time kissing her cheek

"Damned if I know." She responded as his mouth covered hers

WASHINGTON DC-NATURAL GALLERY OF ART

Stephen Edwards sat at his desk going through the latest pieces and cataloging them. He glanced at the clock and noticed the time. It had been a long day and he was ready for a relaxing evening at home with a brandy and a good cigar. He finished entering the last piece into inventory and was ready to return them to the warehouse.

"Marie." He said to his assistant of many years, "I'm going to put these in the warehouse for now and then I'm heading home. Why don't you go ahead and lock up and do the same."

"Yes, Mr. Edwards." She replied, "Have a good evening, Sir."

He smiled warmly, "You too, Marie."

He made his way with two of the pieces through the building to the back where the door to the warehouse was. He opened it and quickly found a spot for the pieces and left them there but as he was about to turn around someone came up behind him and in an instant the room turned black. He dragged his body out of the warehouse into the back of a waiting car. He got in and started the engine and spend off into the night.

WILLOW POND ROAD

They returned from dinner in good spirits and as they entered the house the phone began to ring. Jonathan picked up the extension by the staircase in the foyer.

"Jonathan Hart." He answered

"Mr. Hart." A male voice, "This is Walter. Is Mrs. Hart there?"

"Yes she is." Jonathan replied and handed the phone to Jennifer, "It's Walter."

Jennifer's heart immediately skipped a beat, "Walter? Is my father alright?"

"Miss Jennifer, I'm sorry but your father is missing."

She froze in place unable to respond. Jonathan took the phone and spoke to Walter.

"What is going on, Walter?"

"Well, Mr. Edwards hasn't come back from the museum yet and he was due back hours ago. It's almost midnight here."

"Did you call the museum?" Jonathan asked as he looked at Jennifer who was leaning against the credenza to steady herself. He gripped her hand tightly.

"Yes, they said he left and was headed home. I've called the police but until he's been missing at least twenty four hours they won't do anything." Walter explained

"We'll be there as soon as we can. I'll call and have my pilot prepare the jet." Jonathan informed him, "We'll call and let you know when to expect us."

"Yes, Mr. Hart."

They disconnected the call and Jonathan held on to Jennifer as tight as he could, "Darling, it's going to be alright."

She simply nodded still unable to speak

THE MILITARY MUSEUM –WASHINGTON DC

He was beginning to wake up but his head felt fuzzy and he couldn't quite figure out where he was. He couldn't move, his hands and feet tied up with a rope and a gag in his mouth and a blindfold over his eyes. He started to make noise but was promptly kicked in the shins.

"Shut up, old man and listen." He sneered, "That pretty daughter of yours and her rags to riches husband better leave my father alone and just to make sure she does, we're going to keep you here for a while. After all, it's because of you my father had to hide for so long. It's only fitting, don't you think?"

Stephen looked up at him with a fear he had never known struggling to get free.

"Now, now, just relax. You'll talk to your precious little girl soon enough." He assured him

TBC