Hello there to all my readers! For those of you reading a story of mine for the first time, a little explanation is in order to be able to understand this story.

In my previous story called "Unexpected Events" (which is not finished yet) I introduce an OC character named Annabeth and she is Steve's little sister. They didn't know each other until a few years before the timeline of the show started. I explain better in that other story how they met. What you need to know to read this one is that she is actively a part of Five-0 since she was a spy from a very early age and I think this might actually take place sometime between season two and three.

Fair warning: this story is INTENSE. It involves severe mature content and really "Complicated Situations" for our main characters. If you're not into this type of story you might as well stop reading now. I'll be safer to go check out the previous one (which I PROMISE to update soon). I just needed a place to empty the crazy things my imagination sometimes conjures and what better place to do it than here?

That being said, I'd appreciate your comments and thought about this.

This first chapter is really short but, don't worry, I'll post the second one right away! It's already written!

Anyway…. I really hope you guys like it. Enjoy!

To say that she was hurting was the understatement of the year.

If someone had told her that morning that by the end of the day she was going to be on the bathroom floor of some random bar puking her soul out in the toilet and weaker that a leaf on the wildest of storms, she would have laughed at the guy's face.

Now, though, she was struggling to remain conscious trying to regain the necessary strength to get up from the floor. She needed to find a phone quickly. She needed to call Steve.

It's not like she didn't know where she was. She knew exactly what bar she was in. she had gone there on purpose after all. It was her birthday… her real birthday at that, and she was feeling extremely homesick. She needed a few hours away from the team, away from the house and from Steve to kind of honor her true self and just dedicate a couple of hours to pretend like she was back home and not in another world completely.

She had told Steve that she was going out that night, but she hadn't said where (not that she knew herself at that moment). She hadn't even dressed up to the occasion she was celebrating. She had just taken a few bucks and went to a part of the island she had never visited before. It wasn't a place either of the guys frequented either because that was the sole purpose of the night out. To get away from it all. She hadn't even grabbed her phone.

How she wishes she had her phone now.

Finally gathering enough strength to get up, she slowly did, using the wall for support and wincing when the pain between her legs became fully known. The man that had done this to her had been merciless and she had to concentrate on slowing down her breathing because just thinking of him made her heart beat faster in fear.

Yeah, she was scared. She was scared more so than she was embarrassed, and she was embarrassed not only for being stupid enough to get herself drugged without noticing, but because she actually was terrified of the man that had assaulted her. She was even scared to go out of the bathroom, even when she knew the guy was no longer in the bar at all.

She was starting to tremble from the effort of being standing and she needed to find a phone so she could call Steve as soon as possible. Any minute now and she wouldn't be able to move.

Somehow she made her way out of the bathroom. The place was almost deserted and she wondered again how nobody had noticed what happened in the bathroom while it was happening. It was a unisex bathroom and they were in a bar for crying out loud! But, for some reason, no one had felt the need to go even after all the drinks they were getting. Just her luck. Maybe Danny was right. Maybe being a McGarrett just simply meant having the luck of the devil.

Speaking of McGarrett, she needed to call him. Now.

She made the rest of the way to the bartender and begged to use a phone. She must have looked disheveled and pitiful, because the guy let her use his phone without much argument. She had a little trouble dialing the number correctly, but in the end, she managed it. He answered on the first ring.

There you have it! You can guess what happened to her right? Don't hate me please! Any comments? Thank you!

I really hope this captures your attention!