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Owen O. Snow
 Posted: Aug 21 2016, 09:52 PM
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Owen was many things in his life, he was strong, and private. But most of all he was honorable. He was a boy who loved his family more than they knew, he was someone who was lucky to know what he wanted to be from a very young. He had spent his years reading fantasy and he had always identified with characters who cared more for other’s. He knew he’d have been a Gryffindor or Divergent. He never just wanted to be one thing. He always wanted to be a little bit of everything. He wanted to be brave, selfless, peaceful, honest, and smart. He wanted to be a detective and then an agent. Owen wanted many things in his life but he always knew where he belonged and that was in the field solving crimes and catching bad guys. So when the opportunity came along to go to Boston. He wasn’t just a detective he was an FBI field agent. So when he was hand picked to head into the field and be a criminal he wasn’t sure what that meant. Soon things got dark. When his cover was leaked and the organization threatened to kill his family and Hannah. He had no choice. He had to come clean about being a cop. They spent the next two years making his life something like a living hell. He lost track of the days. They started to beat him to the brink of life.

He never gave them any information because he wasn’t someone who just gave up. He just hoped things would come to an end soon. He was used to do things that he’d never do. He took peoples lives hoping that it would mean that he got his freedom in the end. It never worked out in his favor and it left him broken and wishing for the end of his life to come sooner. Things were bad when they would inject him with drugs that messed up his mind making him question what was real and what wasn’t. what he didn’t know was that the group had found out Hannah’s official identity and sent her a small video that promised that agent Snow formerly known as detective Snow was alive and they planned on killing him as a message to the police to never underestimate a group like them ever. Owen stared at the aggressors over and over again. He never answered their questions as they used his undercover name. Owen Stairs. He was wanted for seven high class murder’s thirteen car jacks, twelve armed robberies. He was a wanted criminal but he did those things because he wanted to save those he cared about. The video ended with them tazzing him until he passed out.

Owen had given up on the FBI coming to save him and he doubted anyone else really cared about him anymore. He spent his time alone saying his name over and over again. It was never more than a whisper. “ I’m Owen. I’m Owen. I’m Owen. He never said anything else as he replayed all the things he had done under his alias. It scared him. He found himself begging for death sooner than later and he would welcome it. He was hanging in the corner of a dark room his shirt was off as blood dripped down his bruised skin. He was spinning slowly as his shoulders were dislocated by now from the constant hanging the pain had become a numbing sensation. He was woken when the door creaked at the sun blinded him as two men rushed in using the lever to cause him to hit the ground. They threw a shirt onto him and ziptied his hands as they pulled him out of his tin prison. He could barely walk as they pulled him toward the harbor where he’d meet with the man who was responsible for his own personal hell routine.



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 Posted: Aug 22 2016, 04:11 PM
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Trap. Everything about this situation screamed trap in the brunette detective's mind. But it didn’t matter. It was Owen. She’d do anything for him. Anything. His case had been her only one for months now. She’d been determined to find him. There had been very few clues, but they were things that Hannah knew were Owen. Things that others had dismissed and ignored. Put off as nothing. But they meant something to Hannah. They meant a lot. They meant that Owen was still alive. It hadn’t taken the organization that had Owen long to catch on to the fact that Hannah was hunting him. That he meant something more than a partner to her.

It had been that realization that had led them to sending her a video. A video that had nearly killed Hannah to watch. It had destroyed her just watching it the first time. But she kept watching it. Kept searching the background for clues. Something to tell her where Owen was. She needed something to block out his screams. It was proof that he was alive though. Proof that they’d all been wrong. Only she was the only one that seemed so set on finding him again. The video had come through email and the moment she’d watched it. The moment she’d gotten the threat of their plan to kill him she’d sent it off to be tracked. She’d sent it off to the FBI. To show them she hadn’t been crazy. But they still thought she was. Who knew how long it would take for them to actually look at the video, to follow up and figure out where it was.

The tracking of the email had been easy. Too easy. It was why Hannah knew this had to be a trap. Knew that it was probably not smart to go alone, to go without backup. But she couldn’t wait. The harbor in LA. It was where she needed to be. The drive from San Diego to LA was nearly 2 and a half hours….if you didn’t hit traffic. It was a mere two hours before Hannah found herself at the harbor in LA. For that at least, being a detective had been on her side. Most of the harbor was shipping and cargo crates. But there was a small office near the center of it all. That. That was where she needed to be. Dressed in plain clothes, dark blue skinny jeans and a purple heather t-shirt with her flat heeled black ankle boots, Hannah made her way through the maze of shipping containers. Her head was on a constant swivel, searching for any sign of trouble.

The trouble came as she neared the office building. There were two black SUVs parked outside and two men standing guard outside the doors as she approached. At the sight of her, one of them allowed a small smirk to spread over his face as the other raised a gun to her. ”You must be Detective Murphy.” Tight lipped, Hannah didn’t say anything as he stepped up to her, frisking her and taking her sig from its holster at her side. Once he was sure she had no other weapons, he gave her a shove towards the steps. Stumbling a little, Hannah caught herself as she walked up, her hands clearly in view for the two of them. The gun had never wavered from its pointed position at her chest. Swallowing thickly around the lump in her throat, Hannah pushed open the door, a whole slew of emotions raging through her about what was going to be on the other side.

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 Posted: Aug 22 2016, 09:40 PM
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Hope was something that had slipped from Owen’s grip a long time ago. He welcomed death as a promise. So when they didn’t kill him and instead used him to breath the law. He was living his own personal hell. So it was shocking that the second they dragged him into the harbor he was strung up again. He was going to be someone that was a favored beating. He lost count of the broken bones, he’d lost a lot of his own will to live. He stared at everything very carefully as the man carefully as he seemed to take in his prized trophy. He was getting desperate to get away, but there was no point. He’d started to learn that no matter where he went they found him and they made it clear there was nowhere he could go and be safe. He’d said mean and hurtful things repeatedly stating that there was no family to miss him. There was nothing going on with Hannah. He’d steeled himself from the pain that came with caring for people who had grieved him. He was beaten with the usual brass knuckles as the men pressed him for more information. Information he no longer had.

When the boss man chuckled and shook his head he walked over and stared up into Owen’s face. There was a stream or crimson liquid that fell from his temple and moved to mix with the crimson liquid that was oozing out of his mouth. The man shook his head and laughed as he started to talk. Owen didn’t listen, he just kept repeating his name. That was until the man grabbed his face and stared him directly into his eyes. She said that they had welcomed Detective Murphy. She was going to be their new mole in the task force. Or else they would kill him and he took a few moments to stare at the man as his eyes flicked to the screen that showed Hannah walking at gun point. He moved and even though his body protested he moved and kicked the boss man. He said with a lot of distain in his voice. “ You bastard.” then he swung back and forth until the second in command took over and started to beat him senseless. They teased him for lying. The pretty detective obviously meant something to get a response out of him. He didn’t remember why she meant something to him.

He watched as his men pushed her violently into the room. The man in charge rubbed his hands together as he stared at her. They landed another punch as he spun around. He started to slow and his blue eyes rested on Hannah. His face was blank as he looked at her. He wanted her to leave and never come back. He wanted her to go and forget about him. “ Welcome Detective Murphy. You are one determined B**ch you know. Most of the other have classified our mutual friend here dead. But you just had to keep asking questions where they weren’t welcomed.” He said staring at her as he looked over at his prisoner. Owen sighed as the man waved his hand and they lowered Owen onto the white sofa. He couldn’t move his body didn’t know how to respond to gravity anymore. He stared at the people and waited a moment. He looked around the room trying to devise a way out. Everything ended with him grabbing a gun. He wanted to get away and this happened every time and it always ended with him being strung up and hurt until he passed out. He waited for her to say something. Maybe he could get her to be his hostage. He was waiting for them to talk and get less focused on him.



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 Posted: Aug 22 2016, 10:13 PM
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Hannah was stupid for going in alone. For coming here without backup. But she’d left where she was going with her team. Left the information for the FBI. The most that she could do was hope that they got it in time. That they’d actually come to back her up. They cared about Owen didn’t they? They’d send the backup after they saw the proof...wouldn’t they? It was all that she could hope for as she was stripped of her weapon and pushed and shoved at gunpoint into a building. Her ever present detective sense caught the camera in the corner, the one watching her, the one that her hazel eyes glared at.

Owen’s screams and grunts still echoed in her head from the video as she was pushed violently into the room. Or at least she had assumed it was the grunts from the video echoing in her mind. But as she recovered from the stumble, her eyes fell to the beaten and broken Owen. Her mind screamed. It took every ounce of her willpower to not fling herself at the man who stood before her with a smirk. It wouldn’t do either of them any good for her to lose her cool. Not now. Not when she was so close to getting him home. Hannah’s hazel eyes locked on Owen’s blue ones, pure fear and need echoing in hers as she searched the blank look he gave her. He knew her...didn’t he? The thought of losing him was too great in her mind and it wasn’t until the boss man called her a bitch that she finally tore her gaze from Owen.

“You bastard!” Hannah spit the words at him. She didn’t know what else to say to him. She knew so little about him other than the fact that he was the one responsible for tearing Owen away. That he was the one who had lured her here with the threat, no, promise of his death. For real this time. Her jaw clenched as he waved his hand toward Owen. She feared they’d start beating him again in front of her and if that was the case she was sure to jump at them. But instead they dropped him onto the couch before stepping back. With no one holding her back, Hannah flew to his side, dropping onto the couch next to him, her fingers light as she traced them over his temple. “Owen...Owen I’m here.” Bending her head down towards his, she whispered softly so only he could hear. “I’m going to get you home.” The sound of other guns being drawn and aimed at her had reached the brunettes ears the moment she’d moved across the room. But as she looked up she saw the boss man waving them to put their weapons down. At least all but the one who had originally greeted her outside. With guns lowered in front of most of the men in the room, Hannah fixed her glare on the boss man. “What do you want from me? What do I have to do to get him out of here?” Because she would do anything at this point, anything to get him home. To get him out of this man’s terror filled grasp. All she had to do was stall. They’d get rescued. They would. She had hope in the FBI not leaving a man in this situation with proof of it.

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 Posted: Aug 22 2016, 10:42 PM
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Owen stared at the brunette as she came into the room. She was a spit fire he had to admit that the detective had balls. But she was also careless to come without back up and a full squad team. He didn’t know her, he felt like he needed and should know this woman. When he laid on the couch she came to him and whispered that she’d get him home. That was a lie, why would she lie to him? She didn’t even know him and was lying to him. He wasn’t going to ever see home again, he was going to die in his tin prison where he was sure he’d spend the rest of his days. It didn’t take long for him to want to tell the woman to shut up. He had accepted death and he was just waiting for it all to come to him. He wanted to die and he was strongly find himself toying with the idea of the fastest way out. He wanted to leave and he wanted to never go back to this hell. But he was sure that there was no turning back anymore. He was destined to die by this man’s hand.

He closed his eyes to help think it all through. He found that even as she moved and they aimed their guns. He went and moved in front of the detective. He didn’t know why and he pulled himself away as they all calmed down. He watched as the boss smirked and shook his head. “ that white boy doesn’t remember you. We’ve done a lot to him in his captivity. We’ve shown him some pretty messed up things to. So don’t take it personally. After the lying he’s done I felt like he deserved it. ” He said as he looked over at Owen. Owen stared off into the abyss as he thought of how to get out of there.” See you want to get him out, but he’s not ever going to leave. Out of everyone I have he’s lasted the longest. I can’t just get rid of my best asset. He’s going to stay here. But if you agree to be our dirty cop. Then we may find a reason to give him some medical attention.” Owen shook his head a little bit. “ She’s a pig. She’s not going to go dirty for my life you crazy son of a bitch.” He shook his head as they shot him in his shoulder. He moved back as he gasped, he didn’t think there was a way for him to feel anymore pain. He was very wrong.

He sighed as he heard the radio chatter. So she was just faster than her back up. They had people coming and that wasn’t going to end well. The boss looked mad but he just took a breath. “ Well that’s a shame really. I was hoping we’d have an understanding. Well. I suppose we will just have to give you a preview of what is to come for Owen. ” He motioned with his hand and two men stepped forward and lifted him before dropping him to the floor and kicking him. “ Enough. The man said as he looked at the man holding the gun. “ Escort her out and meet us at the boat. We don’t need her team wracking up the body count.” He said as he looked at the other two. “ He’s coming with.” He said as he grabbed his things. “ Detective. His blood is on your hands this time. I’m sorry we couldn’t come to an agreement. But I look forward to our journey after this.’ He said as he moved to leave and the man used the gun to push her one telling her to move faster.



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 Posted: Aug 22 2016, 11:26 PM
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The small shift in Owen told her that no matter what they’d done, no matter what happened to him, there was a part of him that wouldn’t, couldn’t forget her. They’d been partners for far too long. They’d had each others backs through so much. That instinct to protect each other was a bond that they wouldn’t allow to be broken. Hannah’s hands clenched into fists as she stared down the man before her. He was the one responsible for all of this. It was his command that had beaten Owen down, even if he’d never laid a hand on him. Her jaw was beginning to ache from how hard she had it clenched. She needed to get him out of here. She needed to figure out a plan. Whatever this man thought Owen was lying about, well Hannah was sure he’d done it to protect those he cared about. His family. His team. Her. Owen would never give them up, it was why he was still alive. This man seemed to find some kind of odd pleasure in seeing Owen beat. And it only fueled Hannah’s anger.

Keeping her back to Owen, Hannah made sure that she could still feel him there though as she watched the boss. As she listened to what he wanted from her. Her fists raised as he spoke, saying that Owen would never leave. His request was ridiculous, but the brunette was considering it, closing her eyes for a moment, hiding the acceptance of his offer. Owen’s words brought a feeling of shame flooding through her. He was wrong. She’d do anything to get him help. She’d go dirty for him. But before she could respond to the offer, the movement towards them made her open her eyes open. It all happened so quick as the man raised his gun. “NO!” Hannah shouted, but it was too late as the bullet hit Owen’s shoulder. Falling to the couch again, Hannah reached to put pressure on the wound only to have her hands smacked away.

Growling she flung herself around to face the boss. In her fear for Owen’s life she’d missed the radio chatter. They were coming. All she had to do was keep them here. Keep them alive. Shaking her head, Hannah felt the hot tears leaking down her cheeks. “Stop it!” She cried, but they weren’t listening. She moved to stop them as they threw Owen down onto the ground but found herself being grabbed roughly by the arm and restrained. “STOP IT! STOP! I’ll do it. I’ll do it just stop!” She cried, begging them as she struggled against the grip of the man, her need to reach Owen growing with each kick.

With one arm held and a gun shoved into her ribs, Hannah watched as the men that had been kicking Owen only moments before scooped him up and started dragging him out of the room. No. This wouldn’t be how this ended. She took all of two steps before she twisted her arm free from the man, wrenching the gun from him as she threw an elbow into his nose. Her training took over, her need to protect Owen and her lack of care over herself at that point overcame everything as she shot the man holding her in the stomach, letting him drop to the ground before turning on the two carrying Owen. Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang. Four shots off into on of their chests before they reacted, dropping Owen to the ground and taking fire at her. Hannah fell to the ground, pulling herself behind the couch for cover as she prayed that the FBI was outside, that the gunfire would draw them there. The fact that her left arm and shoulder were bloody and useless hadn’t registered just yet in her mind. Owen. Dear God please keep him safe she prayed as she dropped to the ground, the sound of more gunfire and the door being kicked in reaching her ears.

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 Posted: Aug 23 2016, 12:14 AM
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It took everything the man had to not push her away. He’d thought of numerous things throughout his time here. He’d thought of people and places. He’d thought of the truth and the lies and everything became more and more of a blur as time went on. He wasn’t sure how it all happened but the firing started and there was no stopping it. He was dropped to the ground he watched a cop. She cared for him there was no question as she said she’d go dirty if it meant keeping him alive. That was shocking. Who would want to ever keep him alive after the things he’d done. He watched as people fell to the ground and he went to run but gravity made sure there was no real moving for him. He was shocked at how in a flash it seemed that the devils that had been his wardens for so long came crumbling down. He’d not really felt the few stray bullets rocket into his body. It didn’t feel like there was any pain in the world anymore. He wanted to know if this is what death felt like. Because if it was he was going to happily welcome the darkness finally.

Soon enough the FBI, and the second hand task force came busting into the offices as gun fire flew and soon enough the man that was the reason Owen went missing in the first place. Was arrested and was quickly hauled off before he was hurt. The agents ran over to the woman who’d caused all the wreckage as they called for medical support and then went on to check her over. Another team came flooding through the doors. Soon there was nothing but blackness as he thought he was dying. His body could finally give up and let that slumber take over. However he woke to a light being flashed into his eyes which startled him. He pulled the mask away and he was begging for death. He didn’t want this he didn’t want to live anymore and yet here they were working to save him. “ Go save the pig. Let me go.” He said over and over again. But they reassured him that he was their and they were going to help him live his life.

The FBI agents were somewhat shocked, as they looked at the battered man. “ Jesus. It’s Snow. She found Snow.” He said as he looked around and they gave something to relax Owen. Owen was afraid, there was always something to fear and in his time he was given plenty of things to fear. He was being asked a lot of questions and it was all very over whelming for him. “ Is the pig alive?” He finally got out. His voice was hoarsish from the lack of use. It was the one thing he wanted to know is if that crazy woman had made it. He knew she’d probably gotten hurt in the chaos but for some reason she lit something in him and he didn’t know why. No one looked familiar and he wasn’t sure what was happening to him. But he still felt trapped now more than ever. He was placed on a back board as they shook their heads and muttered things like ‘ how is he alive.’ he didn’t want to be alive anymore. He started to cough as blood sputtered up. He looked around as he laid his eyes on her yet again. “ Who are you?” he asked ….but then again he needed to know who he was first. He wasn’t so sure he knew who he was anymore. He started to pass out again as they poked his shoulder which opened his eyes as he screamed out in more pain. Why would someone do that. In the end they were just trying to keep him lucid as they got him ready for transport. Owen was confused and now he was going to have his world come crashing down around him.



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 Posted: Aug 23 2016, 01:02 AM
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Everything was a blur. She’d gotten herself free but bullets went flying. She didn’t know how many hit Owen, didn’t know how many hit her. The couch only offered some protection, but it was enough for the moment. Enough for her to gain her surroundings again. At least for a moment. The doors flew open and more bullets went flying, shouts and grunts filled the air. In the scramble, the guy that Hannah had dropped first rolled back and lunged at her with a knife. It was then that she realized how useless her left arm had become as she tried to use it to block him. It ended with the tip of the knife slashing across her cheek as she rolled with the man. He gained some leverage, slashing at her stomach before she found herself screaming as she swung the empty gun up to whack him across the face. Someone came up behind her, grabbing her arm and she swung around on them, full of rage and too blinded by the pain to realize that it was her people. Their saviors.

Thankfully the agent that had reached for her was more aware than she was, grabbing and holding her tightly until she came to. ‘Detective Murphy! Calm down!’ They were shouting at her, eyes on the bloody brunette as she gasped for air. As she began to calm down, she nodded to the agent holding her and was slowly released. Dropping to her hands and knees, Hannah let her head hang down for a moment as she took deep breathes. It was moments later that she felt like she was surrounded by medical personnel. “Owen…” She called out roughly, trying to wave off the EMTs. “Where’s Owen? Is he alive?” Her voice was full of panic as she pushed off those trying to help her. ‘Agent Snow is alive. He’s being looked over as well.’ The words were soft in Hannah’s ears but they were true. One of them moved a little to the side and motioned towards where they were looking over Owen. He didn’t look good.

Hannah let the EMTs bandage her up enough to the point that she could walk before she forced her way over to Owen as she heard him asking if she was alive. But he was calling in a pig. And that hurt. She hated it. Owen had loved being a cop with her. What had they done to him? Could it be fixed? Could he be saved, could he remember? “I’m alive.” She whispered softly as she stepped over to him, looking down at his bruised and broken body. It brought tears to her eyes as she reached out to touch his arm gently. His coughing up blood brought panic to her eyes as the EMTs worked around them. “You don’t remember?” She asked, hurt in her voice. “I was...I am your partner. Owen, we worked together in New York.” Hannah’s hand slid down to his, gripping it gently before the EMTs nudged her gently away. They needed to get him to the hospital as soon as they could. “Please remember…” She whispered softly as her hand slipped from his as they carried him away to the transported to the hospital. Watching him being carried off, Hannah felt eyes on her and she turned with a heavy sigh. There was going to be a shit ton of paperwork after this. But first she needed to go to the hospital. To be near Owen, to be there when he got out of surgery. Really, to get herself fixed up. The gash on her side was deep and the EMTs thought it might need a few stitches.

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Owen laid there for what seemed like an eternity. Yet even surrounded by people he felt isolated and alone. Was that the game plan from the beginning? To force him into a feeling of isolation even when surrounded by other human beings. The pain that was washing over his body wasn’t anything new to him. He’d learned most of this he’d also learned how to ignore the pain. Pain would eventually cause everything to feel numb and he was anticipating that. The EMT’s weren’t much help at all. They kept talking as if he was hearing them as if he wanted to answer them. He didn’t care, he never really cared to answer any of the questions. He stared at the ceiling as they started to make it known that if Owen didn’t get to a hospital fast he was going to loose his fight. “ You are crazy.” He said to the woman. He didn’t know why he cared about her. He didn’t know why someone would risk their life for him. He really didn’t understand why they were calling him Agent Snow. He laid there a moment as she asked him to remember. She was his partner, and the last thing he honestly remembered was saying. “ They think I was a pig….” then his heart started to give out and he slipped into a much welcomed sea of black.

Owen spent hours upon hours in surgery. They relocated his arms, and fixed all the badly healed broken bones. They got the bullets out and patched up any bleeds that would cause his life to hang in the balance. What he didn’t really realize before all of that, was that he was going to be in for a world of pain when he finally did wake up. Owen was going to be in for a world of chaos when he did wake up. The doctors had prepared the team saying that he had a sever case of amnesia. They weren’t sure that he’d ever remember his life prior to his under cover identity. They explained to the FBI and the detectives that Owen was subjected to some of the worst types of torture. He was given drugs beaten senseless and then left to crash on his own. They’d given him adrenaline and the counter to that which after a while would stop his heart. The burns on his skin were from the AED difibulator to correct his heart after they’d done things to him.

The doctors agreed that to help the man they should hand cuff him to the bed. Owen wasn’t sure who he was anymore, but he was sure that he wasn’t the person they wanted him to be. It took a full week before Owen’s eyes finally opened. The annoying beeping was starting to get on his last nerve. He peaked his eyes open and promptly shut them again. The sun was way to bright and finally he was annoyed enough. He opened his eyes as they were assaulted by the light. It almost stung to be in the light. But that wasn’t his focus. The focus was that his body was shaking from the amount of pain that washed over him. It took a moment for him to realize that there were doctors in his room with other people. The odd part about all of this was that Hannah was still his emergency contact and the person the doctors were allowed to talk with. He’d signed it years ago when they were partners. But now he had no idea who she was. He moved his arms but they were restrained. He sighed and stared at the ceiling. Trading one prison for another. That was really messed up, but he was prepared to serve for the things he’d done. “ Shut the beeping thing off.” He said hoarsely as he was not used to talking much.



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It utterly broke Hannah’s heart to hear Owen say those words. She hated the term pig. She hated that Owen couldn’t remember her. Hannah just hated everything about this whole situation. The only good things were that she’d been able to find Owen. That he was alive and going home. Broken, but alive. Lost, but found. Hannah was determined to bring her Owen back. No matter how long it took. No matter the challenges. She wouldn’t, couldn’t give up on him.

After the fire fight they were both rushed to the hospital. Owen was so much worse than she’d first thought by looks. Hannah had know it was going to be bad after the video but the actual breakdown from the doctors made her sick to to her stomach. Her fractured arm and bruises were nothing . None of her pain mattered and from the moment she’d reached the hospital, she’d demanded to be as close to Owen as they’d allow. His hours upon hours in surgery wrecked her as she waited for news. Eventually the surgeries were done. The doctors left his body to heal the rest on its own. There was nothing more that they could do. Hannah barely left Owen’s room in the week that followed. She slept next to him, the nurses and other officers and detectives brought her food, gave their hopes and well wishes, asked how he was doing. It was only the beeping of machines monitoring his heart and the steady rise and fall of his chest that told her he was still there.

The first time that he opened his eyes she feared she’d just been dreaming with how quickly they closed again. But after that glimpse, Hannah fixed her eyes to his face. Hoping. Praying. But it wasn’t a dream and slowly Owen’s eyes opened again. He was awake. “Owen…” She breathed out his name softly, realized. As he tried to lift his arms, she winced at the sorrow of it. She didn’t want him cuffed to the bed. But the detectives had insisted on it and the doctors had agreed. For his own good. At his rough words, the doctor moved over to check on him. Biting at her lip, Hannah moved from her chair to stand by Owen’s side. Her fingertips brushed over his arm softly as she looked down at him and then over to the doctors. “Could we have a minute?”

She waited for the doctor and nurses to give them the room before she turned back to Owen, staring down at his broken blue eyes. Her voice cracked and was timid as she spoke. “Owen...it’s Hannah…” She didn’t know what to do. What else to say to him. Moving her hand to the cuff of his right hand, she undid it slowly, watching his face. Once his wrist was free, she reached up and at least turned down the volume of the machine that was monitoring his heart rate. Settling her eyes on his face, she bit her lip, waiting for something, anything from him.

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He sat there and stared at the ceiling as the doctors poked and prodded him, they seemed astonished that he was ever alive let alone awake. Yes, there was pain did he care, not in the slightest. He had learned pain and he wasn’t in it anymore. He laid there and was more than grateful when the beeping shut up and he was able to just relax. Soon enough the doctors were asked to leave and there they were in silence. The female cop that came in and saved him ungrateful but and himself. The man who didn’t even know his last name let alone that he was an FBI agent. He laid there just the breathing which sounded labored. Then she spoke, it was almost breathless and even harder to hear her. He looked over at her as she said her own name and he wanted to look at her like he had no idea who she was, but that was a lie. She meant something to him he just had no idea what she meant to him but there was a connection there. One that betrayed him and every chance and showed the confliction on his face. He however had spent time so deep into his cover that he’d lost who he was in the real world. He stared at her a moment and waited for it all to play out and then he shook his head trying to pass off the confusion that sat in his brain. “ Well good for you. Nice to see you….Hannah.” why did that name feel so good falling from his lips? It was like there was another memory there that would just unlock everything and yet it wasn’t the right one yet. He laid there a moment and then the cool metal fell from around one of his wrists.

He picked up his head and looked at his hand a moment, it was the first time he had a say over where his hand went and what it did. He flipped it back and forth and shook his head,” That’s the first time I can remember having my hand work on it’s own. I’ve been bound for so long that’s weird. But you should put it back on. ” He said laying back and looking over at her. “ I’ve kill many people I’m on the FBI’s most wanted list and I’ve killed cops. So it’s probably safer for you to have those one me when I’m weak and not able to kill you” He said and looked over at her a moment and sighed. “ You should also read me my rights, I know where all this leads. I’m going to prison right?” He asked her looking into her eyes. Something felt so familiar and yet it felt maddening all at once. He just wanted to yell at her to get out of his room because she caused so much confusion it was maddening. He laid there broken and battered and yet he didn’t feel afraid for whatever else was going to come. “ Who are you to me?” He asked her waiting for her to say something to him.



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A flash of anger filled her at his words. How could he not remember her? How could he have forgotten everything from their past? It made her want to smack him upside the head for not knowing who she was. For telling her good for her. He was supposed to be her partner. He was supposed to remember her. The feelings she had for him...the feelings she’d thought he’d had too. But clearly she’d been wrong. The doctors had told her that he might never remember fully, that if he did it would take a lot of time, a lot of work. But she couldn’t stand for that. She couldn’t sit by and watch him act this way when she knew what kind of man he really was. Hannah needed her Owen back.

Releasing his arm from the cuff was an easy choice for her to make. But as she did and watched her, the anger she’d had at his not remembering her faded. The look on his face as he watched his own hand move, the words that he spoke killed her even more inside. She hadn’t wanted him to leave for Boston. He’d done that without even talking to her. But then he’d gone dark and she hadn’t stopped looking for him until she found him. Didn’t he know that? Didn’t he know that he had family that loved him? Even if they assumed he was dead… His family still hadn’t been informed that he’d been found. Hannah had made that choice. She didn’t want them to suffer if he never remembered them. She wanted to know where he was, how he was before they found out. They all assumed he was dead now as it was. It was what they’d been told, what she’d been told.

Hannah found that she was staring at him as he spoke, a frown on her face. He knew nothing, remembered nothing. It made her stomach churn and her heartache. If only she’d found him sooner…. She was fighting to find her voice, to tell him what he needed to know when his eyes met hers. And everything fell apart again for her. Who was she to him? A lot. But a lot of it was also things that only she knew, things she didn’t know how he felt about. Nibbling at her bottom lip, Hannah slid her hand into his as straightened her back. “You won’t kill me.” She started, staring deeply into his eyes before she continued. “I am...I was, your partner. We were detectives in New York.” And I was in love with you she wanted to add but didn’t. Rubbing her fingers along his hand a little she continued. “You got a job offer in Boston and moved. Without telling me why, I might add, but you kept in touch mostly. Then you disappeared.” She motioned her other hand over his beaten body. “This was apparently why. The FBI, they sent you undercover….” Her voice trailed off for a moment as her eyes drifted over his body that lay under the blanket before falling back to his face. “You’ve been pardoned for everything you did while undercover...or...you will be once it’s processed. And it will get processed and accepted.” There was a hint of her anger in that last line. She’d go through hell to make sure that the FBI treated him right after all they’d done, after they’d left him for dead.

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Owen stared at his hand as those tears threatened to come out of his blue eyes. He’d forgotten what it felt like to be free. He thought about it and then looked at the detective. She was hot, he would be lying if he said he hadn’t looked over her. He stopped as his head spun a bit just thinking that sent him into some sort of pain. He listened to her as she said they were partner’s in New York. She was so sure that he wasn’t going to kill her. He wanted to prove her wrong. But something about killing never sat right with him. He felt he deserved the pain after all the lives he’d taken. He stared at his hands before his arms grew tired and he let it lay on the bed. “ I don’t remember being in law enforcement. I don’t remember any of that. I remember killing people and being beaten over and over for a round of laughs.” He said staring over at her. She went on to slid her hand into his and the contact the touch was just so foreign to him. It wasn’t an abusive touch it was a comforting touch. A touch where his own fingers curled up to hold her hand with his. A welcomed foreign feeling.

He looked over at her.” Why would I go dark than? Why didn’t I ask for help? ” He stared at her again as she sounded so sure that he was going to be pardoned. She was so ready to tell him that he’d be a cop again. “ Why did you com searching for me? Hannah. I was a partner who from the sounds of it left you behind. I am not worth searching for.” He stared over at her and looked down at his own body. His tears finally broke as he looked up over at her and they fell down his cheeks and said as his voice broke softly. “ Thank you. Hannah.. For looking for me. For being this person. For not giving up on a man who obviously was good at some point in his life.” he said looking down at her and then moving through his own mind trying to remember things. But nothing came to mind. “ Does my family know about things. ” he asked and then bit his lower lip he went to move and stared at her. “ How are you so sure I can be this man you once knew. When I can barely remember my own name let alone who you are.” He asked her even if it was stated as a statement. Owen felt more lost in these moments than he had hanging for his life. He had one goal then. That was to stay alive and stay aware of his surroundings. Yet now it wasn’t so much about staying alive it was about getting it done. He looked over at Hannah and thought about so many things. She was so sure everything was good now and it was going to get better. But he wasn’t even sure how he was supposed to work. He closed his eyes broken and battered, he wasn’t even sure he could come back to the person he was before. He looked down at his hands and then up at the woman. “ So how did you fair getting out of the cowboy shoot out?” he asked looking over at the woman.



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