Duke came into the bullpen and walked over to Detective Katsumoto's desk. He stood quietly a moment until the Detective noticed him. "Something I can do for you, Sergeant?"

"Well, he didn't ask me to, but I thought you should know, Thomas Magnum is down in the holding cells."

"For what?"

"He was in a rather massive bar fight on the bad side of Honolulu. He's refused to make a phone call and did not ask for you. He seems to be just waiting to be brought before the judge."

"He didn't ask for me?"

"As I said, he didn't ask for anything. Honestly, he doesn't seem to give a damn if he gets out or not. He's got a hell of a shiner, but he refused medical attention. I'm a bit worried about him."

"Yeah, Magnum seems to have that effect on people. One day, you'd happily kill him yourself and the next thing you know, you're bailing the twit out of jail. Thanks for telling me, Sgt. Lukela. Think I'll wander down there and see what gives, but first, I think I'll call Miss Higgins."

Duke nodded and left, feeling marginally better about the PI cooling his heels amongst people, some of whom didn't seem to like the man much...so why did the investigator seem happy to remain in the cell?

*(*(*)*)*

Katsumoto speed dialed Robin's Nest on his phone. The cool, collected voice of Juliet Higgins made him smile as she answered. "Detective Katsumoto, what can I do for you? If you are looking for Magnum, I don't know where he is. Perhaps he 'got lucky' as they say because he never came back to the estate last night."

"Actually, I was calling to alert you that he's in the holding tank here."

"For what? Drunk and disorderly?" Okay, maybe the lady wouldn't want him back. "Look, if he needs me to bail him out..."

"No, look, let me explain how I even found out about this," Gordon told her. "Sgt. Duke Lukela came by a short time ago to advise me about Magnum. Magnum did not ask him to. He refused his phone call, refused medical attention in spite of having a shiner...did not ask for me...nothing. Duke said he seems perfectly happy to just stay where he is and wait to be brought before the judge."

"Oh, like hell he will. Robin Masters would have a fit. I'm leaving now." Higgins rung off.

Katsumoto wandered down to the holding cells and found Magnum down on the floor of the cell being pounded on by another cell occupant...and he was not resisting or fighting back. The detective called for help and was admitted to the cell, helping the other officers pull the large man off Magnum. His face was horribly battered and his mouth and nose were both bleeding, but the man was smiling as if happy about being beaten, what in the hell was going on with him? He helped Magnum to his feet and walked him out of the cell, advising the officer in charge that he would take responsibility for the man and make sure he showed up to court when required and the man who knew he could get in big trouble for allowing the beating that was going on to happen on his watch just waved him on.

Magnum was not walking very straight and clearly needed support to get anywhere, but he said. "Detective, I didn't ask you to do that."

"Magnum, I think you need to go to the hospital. You've clearly had your bell rung pretty good. Was the bar fight part of a case?"

"Nope...haven't had a case in a while."

"And what, you were bored and decided to go get beat up for jollies?"

"More like I was looking for someone to put me out of my misery..." Magnum muttered in response.

Katsumoto stopped and looked closely at the private investigator. "What did you say?"

The PI seemed to suddenly realize what he had allowed to slip out and said softly. "Nothing. I didn't say anything, but I don't need to see a doctor. I'm fine."

"No, clearly you are not. I heard what you said, Thomas. Do I need to put you on a 48-hour psychiatric hold?"

Magnum abruptly pulled away from Katsumoto and stumbled over to the other wall, leaning heavily against it. "No, look. I didn't ask you to get me out, Detective. I'll be glad to go back to the cell, see the judge and serve my time. You don't have to help me out this time, okay?"

"What is going on with you, Magnum? Why are you acting out this way?"

"That's really none of your..."

"Don't even finish that sentence, Thomas. I'm making it my business and so is Higgins, who is on her way here, I'll have you know."

The PI groaned. "You didn't. You called Higgins? Why? I turned down my phone call. I didn't want to involve her...or the guys."
*(*(*)*)*

As Higgins drove toward Honolulu, she phoned TC first. Shammy answered and told her the pilot was flying a tour. She asked him to have TC call her when he got back, but it wasn't an emergency. She decided Magnum could cool his heels a bit longer and swung by the King Kamehameha Club to see if she could speak to Rick Wright.

Upon arrival, she tossed her vehicle's keys to the valet and walked into the club to overhear Wright on the phone. "Thomas, what the hell, man? I've been trying to reach you for three days. I'm not looking for money, dude. Call me back before I sic Higgins on you!"

"Taking my name in vain, Mr. Wright?" She smiled at the manager.

"Oh, hi, Higgy." Rick smiled at her. "Sorry, was I? It's just Thomas seems to be avoiding me and TC and it's got me a little worried."

"Well, he has a valid excuse at the moment. I don't think they permit cell phones in the holding cells."

"Holding cells? What? Thomas is in trouble?"

"According to Detective Katsumoto, Magnum spent the night in the holding cells after a bar fight he started in some dive bar on the wrong side of Honolulu. He refused his phone call, refused to have medical attention, and did NOT ask for Katsumoto to help. He was just cooling his heels in jail."

"What the hell? Why?"

"I wondered if you might know. I'm going to do whatever I have to get him home, but why would he go to a dive bar, start a fight...?"

"I don't know Higgins, but can I come with you? Because I sure as hell mean to find out." Wright responded.

Juliet smiled, "I was hoping you would say that. Let's go."

"Give me one minute to talk to Keoki." He went over and talked to his bartender and second in command. It only took a moment and he was on his way back to her. "Let's go get our boy, Higgins. I might have to knock some sense into him."

They went to the station wagon Juliet was driving and Rick rode shotgun. "Has Thomas ever done anything like this before, Rick?"

"Like what? Gotten in barfights? Yeah, he was a sailor, you know. Avoided me and TC? Also, yes, and it never means anything good. So this is a double whammy of not good stuff." The usually cheerful man was not smiling. "I'm worried. Something is not right in that boy for him to be doing both at once. I just wish I had a clue what triggered this."

"I'm afraid I haven't a clue myself. He seemed fine yesterday - a bit bored and rather quiet and aloof."

"Thomas was aloof? That doesn't sound like him."

Juliet frowned and thought carefully. "He made a remark that troubled me a bit." Rick was looking at her curiously. "He said, 'Sometimes my head is a bad neighborhood...and then, I try to avoid spreading the gloom around.' and just walked away. Spent a lot of time staring out at the ocean like he was trying to see across to the farthest horizon."

Rick swallowed heavily. "Tell me he wasn't singing 'Somewhere Beyond the Sea'."

Juliet paused and looked at him. "How did you know that?"

"He was singing it?" Why did the man look so worried?

"Yes."

"Oh, shit. Get us there, Higgins. This is not good." Higgins phone rang. "Want me to get that?"

"Please, it may be TC."

"Oh, good." He pressed the answer button and said, "Higgins' phone..."

"Rick, why do you have Higgy's phone?"

"We are on our way to get Thomas out of the hoosegow, T."

"What did that boy do now?"

"Oh, got in a bar fight, refused his phone call, and spent the night in the holding cells."

"What in the hell, Rick? Did he ever get back to you?"

"No, and I am guessing he hasn't gotten back to you either."

"Obviously...want me to meet you there?"

"Naw, you have another tour this afternoon, don't you?"

"I'll cancel it. Thomas is more important, Rick, you know that."

Higgins had been listening to all of this and she broke in. "TC, I think you should come. I think we may have a problem on our hands. Rick failed to mention it, but it appeared to upset him that Magnum was singing 'Somewhere Beyond The Sea' yesterday, staring out at the ocean."

"Oh, hell, Rick, I thought you knew how to tell a story. Why are you trying to cut me out of the loop?" Calvin sounded hurt.

"I just thought both of us didn't have to lose a day's pay, TC. I fully intended to tell you once I found out exactly where TM's head is at."

"Oh come on, Wright...we both know if he's singing that song, it is NOT in a good place. This needs to be a full court press, not just one of us."

"Yeah, okay. See you soon?"

"I'm just going to let Shammy know and I am on my way."

"Okay, buddy...see you soon."

"Thank you, TC," Higgins called before Rick hung up the phone.

As soon as the phone was slipped back into her purse, she demanded. "What is so bad about the song, "Somewhere Beyond the Sea"?"

"The one time we really worried about Magnum may be trying to commit suicide, he kept singing that song over and over. It was just after they told him that his mom died while we were being held and he kept singing it over and over. They locked him up in the locked ward for a 48-hour hold and he kept singing it. He escaped from the ward and TC and I had to get him down off the roof. He was seriously contemplating jumping and he swore if they put him back in the ward, he would find a way to do it - to kill himself. Turns out the first night he was in there, he woke up to find the guy in the bed next to him had hung himself with his sheets and was dead. It freaked Thomas out real bad and he was sure if they kept him in there any longer he'd do the same thing. He said being in the loony bin would drive him crazy."

"How did you..."

"We talked to the head shrink and he agreed with us that under the circumstances the ward was the last place TM needed to be, so he released him to us. But that song is a warning, Higgins. That something is seriously off with TM. I guess we should have told you about that before, but he's been okay for a while now. I guess we were just hoping we were beyond it."

Juliet frowned. "I always used to like that song."

"Yeah...me, too. Not anymore."

"Has he ever explained….?"

"Just that it was his mom's favorite song when his dad was deployed…and she used to play it over and over with tears streaming down her face after they found out his dad was gone," Rick replied.

"Oh, dear."

"I think I better call Father Mike," Rick said, taking his own phone out of his pocket and dialing the familiar number from memory. "Hey, Father Mike; it's Rick Wright. Look, call me back when you can or I'll try again later. Thomas is singing "Somewhere Beyond the Sea" and spent the night in lockup after a bar fight. I think we may need your help. If you call and I don't answer, leave me a message with when will be a good time for me to reach you, okay? Thanks, Padre." He hung up, put the phone away and smiled at Juliet. "Now we'll have good back up, Higgy."

"You are really worried."

"Yeah, I am."

"Than so am I. " The British woman stepped on the gas and began slipping through traffic, barely this side of legal.

A/N: I know...yet another tale. I can promise this. As long as Magnum is on the air (hopefully for 10 years, beating the original by 2), I will finish each story eventually. I promise! It's only when a show is cancelled or off the air for other reasons (not summer hiatus, I mean for good) that I lose the will to go on!