A/N: This story goes back to Season 1. It is a rewrite episode 16, E Malama, which was the carjacking/run around the jungle to protect the witness episode. Yes, I have already written a story based on this episode. What can I say? It was an awesome episode and in my opinion has lots of material for a fan fic writer. Besides this one gets the whole team working together while even managing to keep in some of my favorite parts of the episode. I figure a good time to post as Season 3 is coming to a close. (Shedding a tear) And can I just say that I have liked the last couple of episodes. It seems that there are a lot of people out in cyberland that didn't. It could be that I have such a huge crush on Scott Caan that I don't really care about what else is going on. So not true. I was yelling at Kono the entire time she was being an idiot and going into that warehouse alone. I thought the journalist lady following the team around was so funny and of course my favorite of all is Danny in protection mode so I loved episode 22. I am very much looking forward to the last episode.

Disclaimer: I own nothing. This one especially is based on the show.

Danny took a bite of the unfamiliar pastry and started to chew. Complete and utter heaven filled his mouth, and he was sure his cholesterol was rising a few points. It was nice to find another food on this God forsaken rock that wasn't weird, disgusting, or filled with pineapple. As far as pastries went Oahu was now 2 and 0. A satisfied smile crossed his lips as he swallowed.

"What was this called?" he asked Chin Ho Kelly who was now his new best friend.

"Coco Puff, the Liliha Bakery sells thousands of these a day," the other detective answered glad that his Jersey friend had not had a complaint about them.

"Before now the only Coco Puffs I have had is the cereal with that lunatic bird on the box," Danny said as he took a bigger bite causing the filling in the middle to spill out of the flaky crust.

"These probably taste a lot better," Chin said chuckling.

"What is it, chocolate, butter, sugar, more butter? It's genius," Danny said admiring the thing like it was a work of art, "For my last meal I thought I would want my mother's lasagna, but not anymore. No appetizer or main course just a big box of these."

As Danny licked his fingers he didn't think that anything could spoil this moment of bliss. Then a familiar ring tone filled the air. Danny pulled out his phone and looked at the screen. Almost as bad a receiving a call from Steve at three in the morning telling him that they had caught a case was getting a call from his ex wife.

The two of them had made some progress in their rocky relationship a little while ago, when Danny and Steve had set up surveillance in Rachel's bedroom. However, it was soon discovered that for every time they got along there would be at least 7 times that they would not. Danny was pretty sure they were only on time 4 or 5 for not getting along.

Without hesitation he hit the ignore button.

"Wasn't that the mother of your child?" Chin asked as he gather up the pastry box.

As the officers headed toward the Palace, Danny explained about how he and Rachel were ducking one another's call and leaving voicemails to communicate these days. He also explained his theory on how the inventor of the ignore button on the cell phone was probably a divorcee' himself. Chin just chuckled at Danny and his theories.

The two men walked through the glass doors. Steve and Kono were already there.

"Alright listen up guys I just got off the phone with the DA and they have the U.S. Marshals escorting a witness to the courthouse today. Her name is Julie Masters and thus far things seem to be going smoothly. They were met by HPD officers and are on route to the courthouse so she can testify. The DA wanted us on alert in case something goes wrong. There has been some worry that the defendant might try and hurt her, but so far so good."

At that point Danny's phone rang again. He shot Chin a smile before hitting the ignore button.

Rachel's attempted phone call was forgotten as the task force got to work on that day's agenda. It wasn't until Steve told the team fifteen minutes later that the witness Julie Masters had arrived safely at the courthouse that Danny heard his notification sound telling him that he had a new voicemail. Damn, his ex was being especially long winded today if she was just now finishing the message. With a deep sigh he got into his account and listened knowing that whatever Rachel had to say would probably have to do with his weekend visitation with Grace.

"Detective Williams this is your ex wife," Rachel's accented voice started, "I need you to pick up Grace. . . . ."

H50

Rachel Edwards drove down the highway on her way to drop her daughter off at school. It was a beautiful morning with clear skies. The waves crashed against shoreline down below highway. The sun shown brightly in the east warming up the beautiful tropical paradise

Her good mood was interrupted with a mental reminder that she needed to try again to make a phone call to her ex husband about his weekend visit with Grace. As she expected she heard his voicemail introduction after only two rings, however she was used to being sent straight to the voicemail.

"Detective Williams this is your ex wife. I need you to pick up Grace at 8 instead of 9 on Saturday. Stan and I are going to an event and. . . . oh God-"

Rachel dropped her cell phone as two men darted out in front of the car. Both pointed guns right in her direction. Rachel slammed on the brakes and swerved to avoid hitting them although later she would be sorry that she didn't run them over.

"Stay there sweetheart," Rachel said to Grace as she watched the two men approach.

Their muffled voices were yelling at her to get out of the car. One yanked the door open and repeated the order.

"I'm not leaving my daughter," Rachel managed to say.

The man at her door to shove the gun right into her face.

"Grace, climb over the seat! . . . Climb over the seat!"

Rachel was able to get a grip on Grace as the little girl quickly crawled between the front seats. The man at the same moment took hold of Rachel's upper arm and pulled her out of the driver's seat. Rachel's iron grasp on Grace pulled her clear of the car as well.

The man pushed Rachel and Grace in front of him pointing his gun once again in their direction. Rachel wrapped an her arms protectively around her daughter.

"Please take the car and go. . . Please take the car and go," Rachel thought to herself as she looked down the gun's dark barrel.

While they were held at gunpoint the other man started rummaging around inside the car as if he were looking for something. He pulled everything out of the glove box and center console. Some of the contents spilled out the passenger side door. He then did a quick check under the seats as well before cursing and exiting the vehicle.

"They're not inside the car!" he yelled to his partner, "What are we going to do? The guy said that it would be Edwards driving the car not this bitch."

The other man cursed at the news and turned his attention back to the two girls. His gaze moved from the taller woman down to the little girl. Rachel squeezed her daughter closer as the man's eyes landed on her child.

"No! . . .NO!" Rachel screamed as the man lunged forward.

His large hand wrapped around Grace's arm. He easily pulled the little girl from her mother's tight grasp. Both screamed and cried out for one another as they were pulled apart. Out of instinct Rachel leaped forward in an attempt to pull Grace back not caring that both men were still armed and much larger than she was.

The man who grabbed Grace quickly pulled the resisting girl off her feet wrapping his arm around her waist and keeping her out of reach of her frantic mother. He lifted his other arm still holding the gun and struck Rachel hard across the face knocking her to the ground. Her head cracked against the asphalt. She felt warm liquid begin running down the side of her head. Grace screamed as she saw her mother fall and begin to bleed.

"What the hell are you doing!?" the other man yelled watching his partner, "This wasn't part of the plan! It's not supposed to be like this!"

"Look, we're being paid to get a job done and if we've got his kid he'll hand them over no problem."

The two men stared at one another while the second one thought over the words of the first. Finally, he nodded in agreement and turned his attention to Grace.

"You drive and I'll handle the kid," the second man said.

The first happily handed over the struggling and crying child.

"Shut her up and get her into the backseat!"

The man now holding Grace covered her mouth blocking all the noise she was making and made his way to the back doors of the car.

"Grace," Rachel whimpered as she attempted to get back to her feet.

The first man kicked her hard in her stomach rolling the injured woman over. Rachel felt the wind knocked from her body. She gasped and choked trying to pull some much needed oxygen into her lungs. As she finally caught her breath the man knelt down and tangled his fingers into her brown hair pulling her head to meet his gaze. A shiver crawled up her back as he grinned wickedly.

He yanked harder on her hair and released her head. It smacked against the ground.

Through her blurred vision Rachel saw flash from the gun as he fired it. A burning pain smacked into her shoulder. The man turned to the idling car, climbed inside, and drove away.

Tears from the pain of her injuries mixed with tears from her terror due to her daughter's abduction. Rachel let out a wail and broke down. In the few minutes since the men had jumped in front of the car not a single other car had driven by on the deserted road. Turning her head a small black object caught her eye. It took Rachel's hazy mind a moment to realize it was her cell phone. She had been leaving Danny a message when she had been stopped.

Slowly Rachel crawled her way over to the device fighting against blackness that continued to cloud her vision. Her phone was scuffed from falling out of her lap and onto the pavement when she had been pulled from the vehicle. To her shock it was still recording a message into Danny's voicemail. How much of the commotion had been picked up?

"Danny. . . .Danny. . . .They took Gra. . . .Grace. . . ."

Rachel was unable to squeak out any more. Her eyes closed and her head dropped to the hard ground unable to do any more.

H50

The cell phone dropped from Danny's hands as he listened to the first minute of Rachel's voicemail. Steve, Chin, and Kono, all heard the noise and saw Danny's face turn white. It took the detective a moment to retrieve his phone off the floor and put it back to his ear. He listened to the different sounds in the background.

Danny fell to his knees as he heard Rachel and Grace's high pitched screams. He couldn't hear anything else clearly except for that. Suddenly Rachel's scream disappeared and Grace's became louder. Moments later it was also cut off and a door slammed shut not long after.

Danny thought his heart couldn't sink any further until he heard the gunshot. Danny didn't realize he had cried out and also hadn't notice Steve, Chin, and Kono trying to get his attention. He didn't stop the message when he heard the car speed away. He continued to listen hoping against all hope that somehow his little girl hadn't been inside. However his worst fear was confirmed as he heard Rachel's final words. Tears streamed down his cheeks as he looked up into the concerned faces of his coworkers.

"Grace," Danny whispered as Steve took the phone and replayed the horrifying message.

Steve was glad he that he didn't put phone on speaker. It would have been pure and utter torture to make Danny listen to such an awful recording a second time. Before the message finished playing Steve was ordering Kono to see if she could get a lock on the GPS in Rachel's phone. Chin got on the phone with HPD to see if they had any officers responding a possible car jacking/kiddnapping.

Danny had been moved from the floor to a near by chair. He stared straight ahead like a zombie. His eyes glanced at the clock on one of the monitors.

"Rachel was probably taking Grace to school," he whispered unable to make his voice any louder.

Nobody heard the usually loud detective. Danny's body was numb while his brain was screaming at him get off his ass and do something. His first thought was to run out to his Camaro and begin driving around lights and all searching for his ex wife's car. Chin's voice broke through his irrational thoughts saying that HPD was responding to a 911 call from a motorist on the Kalanianaole Hightway saying that she had come across an injured woman on the side of the road.

Danny was on his feet and running as soon as Chin finished. Steve and Chin followed him out. Steve yelled to Kono that she needed to try and map out the area to give them an idea of where the kidnappers might be going.

Steve managed to catch up with the frantic father. Both Steve and Chin knew that if either of them suggested he stay behind because of his daughter's involvement he would probably go vigilante on them. Right now Steve's goal was to keep Danny in his sights until they found Grace.

Steve barely beat Danny to the driver's side of the Camaro. The two man had a short stare down until Danny decided that if he was ever going to punch Steve in the face again it would not be when he needed his help. Danny hurried around to the passenger side of the sleek sports car. Moments later it peeled out of the parking lot with its lights and sirens flashing and Chin Ho following behind in his Transverse.

A/N: This is one of my favorite episode from the first season and the idea for it came from a line that Rachel says to Danny when he come to see them at the police station. "What if they had taken Grace? And then it stemmed from there.

Honestly I have no idea which highway the carjacking happened on. I Googled a map of Oahu and picked one that was close to Waiikiki. I think it might have been mentioned in the commentary for this episode on the DVD, but sadly I have lent my copy out. If anyone knows I would love to get it right. Please review and let me know what you think.