Summary: Steve never really knew his younger sister seeing as how she was born years after he was sent away from Hawaii, but- after his father is murdered- it's up to Steve to find Kennedy and bring her home when she's put in the middle of the mess that he made.

I DO NOT OWN HAWAII FIVE-0

'Oh, God; please let him be asleep.' Kennedy practically begged as she shut the door to her car.

Why had she gone out last night? Oh, wait, she knew exactly why; because she was an immature brat who ran away instead of dealing with her problems and the fight over half a joint he had found in her backpack yesterday had been a huge problem- she figured it would've been considering her father was a cop

The joint hadn't even been hers; it belonged to a friends of hers who's parents were stricter than a gymnasts' diet. They would've killed her if she had come home with weed so she had stashed it in Kennedy's backpack. That had been almost a month ago and Kennedy had simply forgotten to take it out.

'Won't make that mistake again,' Pulling off the wedges, she headed towards the house only to rush back to her car when she remembered she had left her phone. Thankfully, she hadn't put the top down- she never did, yet another source of fighting between her and her father. Leaning over the closed door, she grabbed it off the passenger seat before jogging underneath the overhead trellis and up the pathway to the front door. Pulling her key out of the pocket of her sequined short, she went to unlock the door only to find it already in that state; it would only mean less noise and less chance for her father to catch her sneaking before she got upstairs, so she didn't think too much about it.

She'd regret that later.

Well...not that much later.

After softly closing the door, Kennedy's eyes scanned the room before she started up the stairs to her bedroom. Unfortunately, she forgot to not step on the spot on the third that creeked. It seemed to echo off the walls of the quiet house.

"Kennedy!" She heard her father yelled and she flinched before rushing up the stairs. "Kennedy! Kennedy, get out!" That had confused her, but it had made sense after a large man had come around the corner from upstairs, stopping her before she even got a chance to step on the landing. She couldn't stop the scream that left her. "KENNEDY!" Her father yelled.

"Where's your phone, sweetheart?" The Irishman in front of her asked and she looked up at him. Even without the tape on her mouth, she doubted she'd be able to tell him what he wanted to know. She had dropped her phone after the man from the stairs had grabbed her and taken her to the den where her father sat duct taped to a chair. She had gotten the same treatment as him only moments after.

"Boss," The Irishman turned to see the man from before holding her blackberry out. Taking it, the Irish man started going through it.

"You have quite the collection of friends," He commented as he flicked through her contacts. "Ashley, Billy, Billie again- but that one's a girl, isn't it?" Kennedy looked back down at her lap. "Chad, Irina Mako, MoMo- Ah, here we are; Steve." Kennedy's head snapped up at that. What did he want with Steve? "It's a shame you've never actually met him," The Irishman said and Kennedy immediately wondered how he knew that. There weren't many people she actually spoke to about her brother. "Why don't we give him a ring?" He tapped on the screen and held the phone to Kennedy's ear. It picked up after the second ring.

"Kennedy?" Steve asked just as the man pulled the tap from her mouth. "Kennedy, are you there?"

"Steve, help-" But the tape was back on before she could even finish.

"Kennedy?" Steve's voice was harder than it was before. Mary always said Steve had a way of controlling his emotions.

Kennedy tried to speak, but it just came out a muffled mess. "Let's give daddy a turn," The Irishman took the phone over to Kennedy's father.

"Hey, Champ." He said, trying not to sound as afraid as he was. Kennedy knew it was for her and Steve's benefit. "Who are these people, Steve?" The Irishman pulled the phone away and spoke into it himself.

"Now I know where you get it from," He said. "You've got a tough old man here," His eyes flicked over to Kennedy. "Shall we see if your sister has the same thick skin?"

"You leave her alone, you son of a-" Her father was silenced by a hit to the head with a gun.

"Steve, we both have something to lose, here." The Irishman continued. "So listen to me very carefully. I'm offering you a trade; Your father and sister for my brother. All things considered, I'd say that's more than generous, wouldn't you?" He was silent for a second. "I appreciate the compliment, but are you? Smart enough?...Make an exception."

"Ghost to One," The man at the computer said. Why were there so many people in her house? "I triangulated their cell signal; the convoy's ten miles west of your position."

"Oh, are we negotiating now?" The Irishman asked suddenly.

"Give me the phone," John insisted. "...Please. I can get him to help you. He'll listen to me; he's my son." The Irishman thought it over for a moment before putting the phone to John's ear. "Listen to me, Champ...I'm sorry that I lied to you." Lied about what? The confusion was clear on Kennedy's face. "I love you, son. I didn't say it enough," He looked at Kennedy. "Hell, I still don't, but- whatever these people want, Steve- don't give it to them. Don't you give it to them!" The Irishman hit John over the head again, sending him down to the floor and Kennedy tried to yell to him through the tape, but it wasn't any use.

"NO MORE GAMES!" The Irishman yelled and Kennedy jumped in her seat.

"Kennedy!" Her father called over her attention. "Kenny, look at me," She did, though she could barely see through her teary eyes. "I'm sorry," He apologized. "I'm sorry for everything; I'm sorry for not being there for you in the beginning, for everything with your mother, for how much pressure I put on you, but mostly I'm sorry for not being the father that you needed- the father that you deserved."

Kennedy wanted to yell at him to shut up; she wanted to tell him that it was her who should be sorry; he never asked for another kid and, even when he tried to do his absolute best, she purposefully made everything hard in some stupid attempt at getting even more of his attention; she wanted to yell that she was sorry about being a brat and for making life so hard, but mostly...mostly she just wanted to yell at him to stop talking like he was about to die. Steve would help- even from wherever the hell he was, he would help.

"I love you, seashell," That was it; that was the last thing he said to her before the gun went off.