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"I've changed my mind." Ian said as soon as I picked up. "If you want to see your daughter again, you will bring me Five-0, completely incapacitated, and my money in a standard issue SWAT truck. When I see that it's done, I'll give you your daughter. You have two hours."

I slowly lowered the phone from my ear as Ian clicked off. The six men around me were looking slightly nervous. I was too. Honestly, I knew I was a good cop and a dirty fighter in a brawl but really? These goofballs and me, not a chance we could take down McGarrett and his team.

"So, with that change of plan." One of the guys next to me muttered. "What do we do?"

The smartass leader snorted. "We take down Five-0 like boss told us to."

I almost laughed at his cockiness. "Ain't no way you're doing that."

"And why not."

"Because they ain't the governor's task force for nothing."

Smartass chuckled. "Scared of 'em, Grover?"

I sighed and shrugged. Internally, I was freaking out. I couldn't take them down. I wasn't prepared, mentally or physically. Hell, Kono could probably pin me in one move because she's really badass and also because I didn't have it in me to fight back. Even thinking it made me feel guilty. Both for not having the guts to fight for my daughter's freedom, and thinking that I could really throw a non sparring punch at one of my friends. Thinking of other possible solutions turned up pointless. I watched the exchange between the security guard at the gate and one of the fake SWAT members and felt sick to my stomach. I took a deep breath as the airplane and the two government issue SUVs came into view. My eyes wandered and landed on the four figures standing by a black transport van and I, not that I would ever admit it, became a little intimidated by the former SEAL. Probably for the first time in my life, I closely physically examined the Five-0 team. I noted many similar traits between them, nice hair, sharp eyes, oh and, you know, extremely defined muscles and quick reflexes. I hopped out of the truck with my gun held tightly to my side. Immediately, the guys raised their guns.

"Hands up!" Smartass yelled, aiming his gun at McGarrett's head.

"Hey! Hey!" the SEAL shouted, obviously taken off guard. Steve turned to look incredulously at me, even as he raised his hands and dropped his gun. "What is going on, Lou?"

I clenched my jaw but glanced at him guiltily. My hands shook and I clutched my weapon tighter.

"I'm sorry."

All hell broke loose. Steve swung his elbow back and knocked out Smartass in one fell swoop. This was like a light switch for the rest of Five-0 and they all sprang into motion. Kono roundhoused the guy holding Chin then hit the deck hard to avoid the bullet that planted itself a second later in the guy's skull from Steve's gun. Danny knocked two of them together and sent them both crashing down to the floor, out for the count. When all six were down for the count, eight eyes rested heavily on me. I stubbornly kept my gun raised at them, as if it would magically make them collapse and handcuff themselves. I didn't know whether to feel good or disturbed by the wariness they were displaying.

"Lou?!" Steve demanded cautiously. "Would you like to explain to me what the hell just happened?"

Danny tilted his head and focused his gaze on me. I knew he was profiling me. "This, this I would like to hear. Please, go ahead."

I firmly kept my mouth shut if only to make sure I didn't break down sobbing right then and there. But the more I felt the weight of their stares, the more I realized how hopeless this was. They were Five-0. The freaking government taskforce. There was no way I would get my daughter back alive…

"Lou, is everything okay?" Kono's soft soothing voice and her arm laying across my hunched shoulders broke my already wavering resolve. I dropped my gun and heard it clatter to the concrete as I pathetically turned into the younger woman and cried. My heart ached with pain worse than any bullet wound, the agony ripping and tearing my heart into sheds. I practically dragged Kono down with me as I fell to my knees in despair.

"He… h-has my daughter!" I wailed against Kono's vest. Her arms tightened around me.

"Who has your daughter?" Chin asked.

I nearly choked as his name passed my lips again. "Ian Wright."

"Wait, the annoying twat who nearly crashed a plane carrying 300 people?" Danny said questioningly.

I muttered incomprehensible words as I tried to explain to them the money and the calls and Ian's demands in one breath.

"Hey, deep breaths Lou." Steve ordered. I focused on my breathing. As my mind became a little clearer, I was grateful that Kono pulled away and stood off to the side while Steve helped me to my feet. I have to admit, my pride was bruised after that breakdown but I did feel a little more in control of myself.

"What happened, from the beginning."

Steve looked at me with an unreadable expression. I had explained what had happened over the last day in one rushed sentence and their reactions...were more than a little lacking, especially when I got to the part about Ian demanding them as well as 100 million dollars. Steve glanced at the plane and at the pilot who had just walked off into the main building.

"I know, it's ridiculous. But I need my daughter back. If I don't drop you guys and the 100 million in half an hour, Samantha is dead!"

Steve continued to look at me with a piercing blue stare. He stood from where he was sitting on the hood of an SUV and stood directly in front of me. Then, he did something completely unexpected. He slowly got down onto his knees.

"What are you doing, McGarrett?" I questioned, even though the answer was pretty clear. Steve's eyes never left mine as he unclipped his handcuffs and placed them in front of me.

"Go ahead."

"Steve, I can't… I can't do this to you."

"Then do it to us first." Chin said firmly. He knelt down next to Steve and cuffed his wrists before Steve did the same to him. Kono and Danny looked up at me, their wrists already cuffed behind them. I gaped. These people weren't a new kind of cop. These humans were an entirely new subsection of our species. I looked at them, their faces accepting and soft. My guilt didn't disappear but the nagging voice in my head chanting my daughter's name won out.

'For Samantha. Your daughter. For Samantha.'

I slowly unloaded my gun. Then, gripping it tightly, I quickly smashed it across Danny's head. I winced, as did the rest of the team, as he hit the runway, unconscious.

'Samantha. Samantha. Samantha.'

My hand shook as I repeated the move on Kono. Her head snapping back and her body slamming into the concrete would be forever engrained in my head. Tears brimmed at the corners of my eyes.

'What is this? You can stop. Apologize and bring them to the hospital.'

Chin fell next. I didn't really know what to feel anymore. I was bringing my daughter home. But these selfless people were giving themselves up and I was just a pawn in Ian's grand scheme. My friends. What the heck was the matter with me.

'No. No. Damn you, Ian!'

"Don't tell Samantha about this." Steve said, looking up at me. His blue eyes were still calm but I saw the troubled look deep within them as well and the subtle, pained glances he sent to his fallen teammates. "She'll be traumatized and scared, and she doesn't need to know what it took to gain her freedom. Okay? Promise me you won't tell her."

"I-i promise, Steve." I stuttered like a fool.

Steve nodded to me.Tears streamed from my eyes as he hit the asphalt. I gently lifted each of them into the back of the van beside the cash. I angrily whipped out my phone and dialed my daughter's number.

"It's done!" I barked into the phone. Ian sounded like he was chewing on something.

"Good. One of my men will be driving a black van down Kalakaua Avenue. Stop in the middle of the highway. You will switch cars with him. Your daughter will be in the back of the van. Pleasure doing business with you."

He hung up. I gritted my teeth as I shut the van doors forcefully and got into the driver's seat.

Governor's POV

"Governor Dennings?"

I glanced up from my paperwork. My assistant was standing with a troubled look on her face.

"Yes, Alicia?"

"I just received a call from Jake Lenard, the pilot that was supposed to fly the drug money out. He said that the van holding the money, the cash and your task force, is missing. A SWAT vehicle was found abandoned at the scene as well as six impostors. Two dead, four unconscious."

I paused. There was something reeking of fish.

"Can you contact any of them?"

"No. But… the airfield wants you to see this surveillance footage."

In the eight minutes that followed, I saw my task force being ambushed, then easily take out six armed men, my chief of police sobbing like a baby into the shoulder of an officer, Five-0 surrendering to Grover, getting knocked out, and flat out disappearing along with 100 million dollars.

"Get roadblocks set up. Have all HPD and SWAT units out there hunting down that van! Tell them it's top priority!"

Lou's POV

I headed down the road, my guilt building by each tire turn. Four of my closest friends were unconscious in the back of this van and suddenly, I turned into the driver of a getaway car. The phone on the seat beside me rang.

"What?" I hissed venomously.

"Change of plans. Take a left. There'll be an old factory warehouse at the end of the road, hidden by a chain fence and a couple crates. Your daughter will be in a van there. Drop off yours and you can leave with your kid."

The tires screeched as I stepped harder on the gas pedal. Suddenly, I saw a parade of HPD cruisers in front of me, right before the turn. I grimaced and floored it. The shouts to get out of the way came just in time as I plowed through the roadblocks. I sharply turned around the corner. I heard sirens behind me but they were blocked too. I reached the warehouse. There was a van and three armed men standing beside it. I didn't park, leaping out of the van and throwing open the back of the other one. I heard the other men doing the same. Relief flooded my entire body when my daughter's scared, frightened, beautiful brown eyes met mine. I gently took the duct tape off of her wrists and ankles, and then her mouth. She threw her arms around me and I held her tightly, kissing her hair and whispering reassurances in her ear.

"Daddy!" she sobbed. I just held her.

"I'm here baby."

"Let's go boys!"

I tried to ignore the sickening pit in my stomach as the van disappeared out of sight from the back alleyway. Less than ten seconds later, at least ten government issue SUVs appeared, surrounding me. Samantha whimpered and held tighter to my torso.

"Captain!"

I winced. The Governor. In all of my panic, I didn't realize how much trouble I'd be in. I'd do it again in a heartbeat if it meant my daughter would live, but, it wouldn't be any easier.

"What the hell were you thinking? What the hell were you doing?" Governor Dennings demanded. I saw his eyes soften when he saw Samantha.

"He had my daughter, Governor. I'm not sorry for what I did."

Samantha looked up at me, her eyes red and bloodshot. "What did...y-you do, D-Daddy?"

Governor Dennings walked over and leaned close to my ear. "Go home, get her freshened up, then get to my office."

I sat in a chair facing the Governor of Hawaii. He was pacing behind his desk.

"You are going to find Steven McGarrett, Daniel Williams, Chin Ho Kelly and Kono Kalakaua. You are going to find them because you don't know the half of what they do. They have so much information about the United States, from immigration and security to agriculture and economy. If someone finds out a way to get the information out of them, the USA is done for, you hear me? I'm only assigning you to this, Captain because of your history. When they are found, I expect you to resign."

I nodded. "Yes, Governor."

"Start right away."

"Lou!" my wife was...less than pleased. I knew I had to come clean to her. There was no other way to explain to her what had happened.

"He had her, Renee." I took a deep breath. "Look, I've contacted some of Five-0's friends and they've agreed to look into it. I'm heading to Los Angeles tomorrow. HPD has a protective unit outside the house. Please, honey."

"I know, Lou." Renee sighed. "We're forever in Five-0's debt. They saved our daughter. Go. Find them. I want to thank them, then hit them myself."

I smiled a little. "Thank you, honey."

I kissed her on the cheek then resumed packing.

Hotch's POV

"We head out tonight."

Garcia still had her mouth open in a horrified gasp. I understood. In a split second, her horror turned into anger.

"My Hawaiian babies and boss man are too selfless." she griped, her hand tightening around the colourful rainbkw troll pen. "They are so stupid."

JJ shook her head. "They did what they felt was right, Garcia."

"JJ's right. I mean, a kid was in danger." Morgan said, placing a hand on our blond analyst's.

"Based on previous experiences, the likelihood of them taking this action is 113.67%." Reid smiled. I gave him a slight smile in return. His way of coping with stress was rattling off statistics.

"Why are we going to Los Angeles and not Hawaii?" Emily frowned.

"One of their, uh, friends, Lou Grover is flying there now to meet us and another team. NCIS apparently." I explained. I knew it was vague but I wasn't too sure what we were going to do anyways.

"Let's go. The sooner we can find our missing martyrs, the sooner we can give them a good talking to."