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The camera clicked several times taking pictures of Detective Danny Williams and his daughter Grace. Danny had just caught his first tuna. He was on a boat about 40 miles off shore with his daughter and boss, Steve McGarrett. Danny held up his catch with one hand and his other draped over Grace's shoulder. Grace had interlaced the fingers of her right hand with in his. She smiled big for the both of them when her father flat out refused to.

"So I know a guy who can stuff and mount those," said Steve as Danny lifted the lid to the freezer.

Danny shook his head as he placed the fish inside. "No way. I'll get Kamekona to fix it up. It'll be great."

Steve shrugged his shoulders and turned his gaze to Grace. The smile on her face had changed to a frown as she held up her hand that had touched the fish to sniff.

"Smells gross," she commented pulling her hand away.

Danny chuckled as he watched her make her way to the passenger seat to retrieve her backpack and dig for some hand sanitizer. Danny turned around to look at the open water thinking what a nice day it had been so far. He hadn't exactly jumped at the chance to go fishing with Steve especially since it was his weekend with Grace, but the navy seal had convinced him that the three of them would have a good time.

As Danny surveyed the open water he saw a shape in the distance. A man was waving his arms obviously trying to get their attention. He was in what looked like a raft.

"Steve!" Danny said pointing to the smaller craft.

"What the. . ." Steve started to say as he joined Danny by the railing.

A moment later he turned and headed towards the steering wheel.

"Sit down Grace," he said to the little girl as he brought the engine to life.

Grace obeyed quickly and sat back down in the passenger seat and watched along with her father as Steve drove the boat closer to the strange man in the raft.

"Oh my gosh. . . Am I glad to see you guys," the man said. His words were full of relief.

"What happened?" asked Steve, "Did you run out of gas?''

The man nodded as he squinted through the sunlight at the two men on the boat. Danny reached down, grabbed a coil of rope, and threw it. The stranger caught it and Danny pulled him in towards their craft. Steve and Danny both helped him over the side.

The three men all looked at on another. The new man looked over and saw Grace sitting in the passenger seat. Danny thought he saw an odd look on the man's face, but it came as quickly as it went. That's when Danny noticed the dark red spots on the shoulder of the man's tan shirt.

"Did you hurt yourself trying to start the engine?" Danny asked pointing at the stain.

The man looked down at it. "Oh. . . .yeah."

Grace was on her feet. She wanted to go around the stranger and stand beside her father, but something about him made her nervous.

"You know a boat like that is not

meant for open water like this. How did you get it all the way out here?" Steve asked.

The man's hand went quickly from his side to behind his back and came out again brandishing a gun.

"I need your boat."

Grace's breath caught in her throat as she saw him point the weapon at her Danno and Uncle Steve.

"Daddy. . . ." came Grace's terrified voice.

Danny started to move towards his frightened child.

"Don't move," came the voice as the gun pointed at Danny.

He side stepped his way over to Grace and grabbed her upper arm with his free hand pulling back him so he was right in front of his other two hostages once again.

"Both of you in the water," the man ordered.

Danny's heart sank at the thought of leaving his baby on this boat with this gun toting maniac. The detective shook his head and pleaded with the man to let Grace go. His pleas fell upon deaf ears as he and McGarrett were ordered once again to jump into the water.

"Look," Danny said making one more attempt, "Just let us drive to shore and I will go with you as a hostage. Please. . . I am begging you."

Before the man could respond Steve made a grab for the gun. The man saw in time and pulled the weapon back and fired a shot. At the same moment the gun went off Danny had leaped forward pulling the young girl out of the man's grasp. He quickly backed off with Grace and in a split second had her behind him. The sound of the gun had made Grace scream. She was scared that Uncle Steve had been shot. She peeked from behind her dad and saw he was unharmed.

"ALL OF YOU INTO THE WATER NOW!" The man yelled.

Both men knew the gunman wasn't going to be asking again. Steve glanced at Danny as the detective swung his child onto his back and stepped up onto the side.

"Hold your breath, baby," he said as he and Steve both dived into the water.

It was not the first time he had dived into deep water with Grace on his back. He had done it in pools a couple of times while the two of them played. Good thing too. The dive could have been awkward for Danny had he not done it before. Danny surfaced well before Steve knowing that Grace would not be able to hold her breath as long both men could.

As he came to the surface he heard the echo of gunfire in the air. Had the man fired at them when they went in? Danny didn't have time to worry about that right now. He was good at treading water, but was finding it to be almost too difficult with the weight of his daughter on his back. Danny was only able to gasp a short breath before his head was back under the water. He bobbed up and then back down a few times knowing he wouldn't be able to keep this up for much longer.

Suddenly Danny felt Grace pulled off his back. Panicked, Danny surfaced thinking the boat jacker had come around still intending to take his daughter as a hostage. But Danny could hear the boat speeding away in the distance. He looked over and saw Steve with Gracie now on his back. The navy seal was treading water with ease as if the little girl weighed nothing at all. Danny gave Steve a look. Steve in return rolled his eyes.

"We used to have to tread water for hours with extra weight. Anywhere from 50 to 100 pounds."

Danny decided that this was not the time nor place to start a "cargument" with the man about how his time had been spent in the Navy. Without another word the two men started swimming toward the rubber boat. Danny easily kept up with Steve as they reached the vessel. All three could hear the sound of escaping air from the craft.

"Take her," Steve ordered.

Danny held the raft with one hand and wrapped his other arm around his daughter's waist. Grace grabbed the side of the boat without being told to as Steve climbed in and assessed the leak and the materials he had to work with. As he created a plug using the rubber tube from the gas can Danny was pushing Grace up over the side and into the boat and then climbed in himself. Steve had the tube through both holes.

"Danny put your finger here," he shouted. Danny did as he was told and Steve finished tying the knot into place.

The three let out a grateful breath as they no longer heard air escaping from the raft. That was one problem solved. Danny and Steve glanced at one another as they now faced the other problem of being stranded in a tiny vessel in the Pacific Ocean.

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