Disclaimer: Once again revisiting old friends who belong to CBS but generously allow us to take them out when we need some company.

Please let me remind you that once again everything has been moved to the mid-nineties. Same characters, just an updated, older, and maybe wiser, version of the originals.

I was in a hurry to finish Chicken and the Menehune before a cross country move and felt that I had left the story incomplete. This is added content that takes place after McGarrett's meeting with the Governor. I suppose I wanted to see how strong men would cope after a traumatic event.

Please read and enjoy.

Thank you.

LMS

McGarrett returned from the meeting with the governor just as the therapist was wheeling Maggie back to her room. He helped her get back into bed and held her hand as she cried from pain.

"Can you get her something for the pain?" he asked the therapist.

"NO!" Maggie said. "No pain medication. I don't need it, and I don't want it!

"Sweetie, please," Steve said. "You're in pain. Quit being so damned stubborn and take the medication."

"No!" she said. "I am not getting addicted to that junk. I'll be okay, baby. Just no pain medication." She was pale and shaking, silent tears streaming down her cheeks.

"At least let the nurses give you something to help you sleep," he said, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face.

She tried to smile and couldn't. "Get her to give you something too," she said. "When was the last time you got any sleep?"

"No trying reverse psychology on me, young lady," he said. "It won't work. I'm not leaving you. The house is to quiet without you there and I can't sleep without you next to me."

"What am I suppose to do with you, Commander?" she asked, trying not to cry.

"I thought I told you that months ago. All you have to do is keep me."

She held his hand to her cheek. "I'm sorry." she whispered.

"For what, sweetie? You're in pain, it's okay. You can cry all you want and be as grumpy as you want. It's allowed."

"I lost our baby." she said, softly.

He looked down at the small women almost lost in the hospital bed. He pulled the covers up over her shoulders and gently wiped the tears from her face. "I love you," he whispered. "And I don't ever want to hear you say that again. It wasn't your fault. No one could have foreseen what happened. If it's anyone's fault it's mine. I should have done more to protect you." Big Chicken had set his sights on Maggie and Susan in a twisted attempt at revenge. Chicken and his cronies Collins and Barker had abducted both women from Ft Shafter using a van stolen from the Navy. The MP's on the gate had seen the Navy markings and simply waved them through. McGarrett and Lukela were both planning on finding the identity of the MP's who'd let the vehicle through and making their lives miserable for the duration of their stay in Hawaii.

"Shhhhh," he whispered. "I love you. You've got to get better. You know I can't live without my little Menehune."

All he could do was hold her hand as she cried. He'd never felt so utterly useless.

One of the nurses came in to adjust the medication in Maggie's IV. Steve didn't know what was in the syringe the nurse injected into the line, but within minutes Maggie was sleeping peacefully. The nurse took one look at Steve and ordered him to go home. "You're not going to do her any good, hovering like you are," she said. "Go home and get some rest. You look like hell." The nurse reminded him of Maggie's sister Vinnie, no nonsense and bossy.

"She has PTSD. What happens if she wakes up and doesn't know where she is? Especially if I'm not here?" he asked.

"Mr. McGarrett," the nurse said, giving him a sympathetic look, "I just gave her enough Valium to knock out a mule. She's going to be out for at least eight hours. Go home and get some rest before you end up in here as a patient."

He'd given up trying to argue with nurses. They didn't listen, especially when he found out they were under orders from Doc Bergman to send him home.

He was convinced it was a conspiracy. He suspected Danno and the rest of his staff were a part of it.

On his way out of the building he saw two HPD officers standing guard outside a door. Big Chicken was under 24 hour guard. Not that he was going anywhere. Duke Lukela's bullet had pulverized Chicken's spine into jelly and bone bits. He wasn't going anywhere without wheels.

McGarrett remembered very little of the incident that had left Chicken a paraplegic. He knew Duke had fired one round from a .45 into Chicken's back as he had held a gun to Maggie's head. Collins had opened fire with a .12 gauge shotgun, hitting Compton in the right side, Compton's Kevlar vest absorbing most of the impact. McGarrett didn't remember firing the shot that killed Collins or the one that sent Barker to the hospital.

The one image he couldn't get out of his head, the one that haunted him every time he closed his eyes, was the one of Maggie lying in a heap on the floor. There had been blood everywhere. So much blood that he couldn't tell if it was her's, or Chicken's or Compton's.

Chicken was alive. He'd survived the gunshot, surgery, and blood loss. McGarrett wanted to ask Duke why he'd shot to wound, not kill, but there was a look in Duke's eyes that no one had ever seen before, one that made even McGarrett hesitate to ask questions. Chicken had threatened Duke's family. Duke had made sure Chicken would never threaten his family again.

McGarrett wanted to see Chicken, if for no other reason than to reassure himself that the slimy bastard was in custody.

The HPD officer stopped him.

Why, Sgt. John Kimora thought, does this have to happen on my watch?

"I'm sorry, sir," he said, trying not to sound as nervous as he felt. "You're not allowed in that room, sir."

"What do you mean, not allowed?" McGarrett asked. "Do you know who I am?" He couldn't believe he'd just said that, even as the words left his mouth.

"Yes, sir," said Kimora, "I do. And I've got orders not to let you in this room."

"From whom?" McGarrett asked, scowling, planning on raising bloody hell with the watch commander who had issued the orders.

"Sgt Lukela said there were two people who were not allowed in that room under any circumstances. He was very adamant about it. He said you were not allowed in the room, sir. If you want to go in, you're going to have to see Sgt Lukela first."

Duke Lukela, soon to be Five-O's newest detective had given the order.

"Did he say why?" McGarrett asked.

"No, sir, only that there were two people not allowed in this room under any circumstances."

"Who's the other one?"

"Sgt Lukela, sir."

McGarrett closed his eyes for a few seconds. Duke was right, he really shouldn't be anywhere near Big Chicken.

"Very well then, Sgt. Kimora. Good job." Kimora breathed out a huge sigh of relief as he watched McGarrett leave.