Kono tried not to panic as she raced to the hospital. The cop who had called her said that Chin would be fine. He was banged up and the hospital was insisting on keeping him overnight for the cracked ribs, but it could have been so much worse. The cop had sent her a picture of the car wreck, and Kono had thrown up a hard and fast prayer of thanks that her cousin was still alive.

That wasn't the only thing weighing on her, though. McGarrett and Danny should have been with her, promising her – even if it was only with a sympathetic glance – that everything was going to be okay. But they weren't answering their phones. She had seen them earlier in the morning and they hadn't checked in since. It wasn't unusual for the boss to get caught up in something, but one of them almost always called. They were a team, and they all took that to heart.

So why did it feel like she was all alone?

Between her badge and the grim determination on her face, it didn't take long for her to get past the nurses' station. Chin was still in the ER – it would be awhile before they could free up a room for him – and he smiled at her through the bruises on his face.

"Cuz," he greeted warmly. "Why the long face?"

"Don't even start with me," she ground out, noticing that her hands had balled into fists. "What the hell happened?"

He looked like he wanted to shrug, but the motion caused him too much pain. Car came out of nowhere. SUV. Huge grill added to the front. It slammed into the passenger side and rolled me over."

Kono frowned. "There was no other car at the scene. I talked to HPD -"

"I know." He gestured to the small table next to him, where his wallet and phone were. "Check the phone."

Still not understanding, she picked up the phone. She knew that the only reason it had survived the crash was because of the metal case Chin kept it in – even so, the screen was cracked. There was one new text message from an unavailable number, and she met her cousin's eyes briefly before reading it.

Let's see what she can do without her boys.

Every muscle in her body tensed as a cold knot settled in the pit of her stomach.

"Where are McGarrett and Danny?" Chin asked.

Kono fled from the room, the phone still clutched in her hand.

She called both of their phones three more times as she kept her foot heavy on the gas pedal. They went straight to voicemail, causing the knot in the pit of her stomach to tighten even as it grew larger. Kono had gone through a lot in her time with 5-0, but she was used to having her team at her back. The thought that she might be the only one left standing...

She swallowed down the lump in her throat and tightened her grip on the steering wheel.

Steve's house was the first pace she tried, simply because she didn't know where else to start. They could be anywhere on the island - and that was too overwhelming for her to deal with at the moment.

It was obvious as Kono pulled into the driveway that she had chosen correctly. Danny's Camaro was in the driveway and the front door was open. Gun in hand, she entered the house, heart pounding and mouth dry.

The inside was a wreck. Broken furniture and glass littered the floor, and she could see some streaks of blood across the latter. Her stomach tightened against the sight, but she focused on the job, going room by room and clearing the house.

It was empty.

Holstering her weapon, Kono pulled out her phone and called HPD.

There were prints all over the main rooms of the house. Some were Steve and Danny's, but the rest belonged to a list of names that Kono was already familiar with.

Two weeks ago, 5-0 had come down hard on a local gang involved in drugs, trafficking and murder. At least three-quarters of the group had been arrested, and that included their leader. The man had almost made it out, but Kono had intercepted him. He made the mistake of engaging her in hand-to-hand and she took him down, disrespecting him in front of his crew.

It was obviously a dishonor that they weren't going to stand for.

Kono didn't know where the rest of the gang was, but she had a couple of ideas. She could run them down while Forensics finished going through the evidence they had collected. Maybe she would get lucky.

She didn't want to think about what might happen if she didn't.

The sun was setting when she pulled up to the last warehouse. As she had at all the others, Kono parked some distance away, making sure that her car wouldn't be seen. The fading light gave her an even bigger advantage, and she pulled dark clothes out of her backseat. With the open trunk giving her cover, she silently changed, slipping on a vest over everything.

Unlike the other places she had tried, this warehouse was obviously occupied. Six cars were parked in the lot, which meant there were at least six guys she was going to have to deal with. Kono was pretty sure it was more, though. Two sentries were moving around the building but she evaded them easily, using everything McGarrett had taught her. Making sure to keep them in her sights, she crept over to the nearest windows, hiding in the shadows as she peered in.

Steve and Danny were both hanging by their arms, conscious. Even from that distance, Kono could see the dried blood on the side of Steve's face. She knew that the only way they could have taken him was by extreme force and surprise. With the eight guys she saw inside, Danny never would have stood a chance on his own.

Slipping out her phone and double-checking to make sure the sentries were still within sight, she dialed HPD.

"This is Officer Kalakaua, badge number 3982. Requesting backup at the warehouse on Blue Ridge Pier. I've got ten hostiles and two cops being held hostage."

"Sending backup as soon as possible," the operator replied. "Be advised, there's been a huge accident on Kamehameho Highway and an undercover bust. We're spread a little thin tonight."

As Kono glanced through the windows again, she realized that she couldn't wait for backup that might not get there for another hour. There wasn't just blood on the side of Steve's face – she could see cuts and bruises all over both men, and their clothing was torn as well. She needed to go in now, and she needed to go in hard.

The sentries were first. She didn't use her gun, knowing that the sound would alert the others to her presence. Instead, she slid through the darkness silently and knocked them out one by one, tying their hands to make sure they stayed out of the fight even if they regained consciousness. She got lucky when two more guys stepped out for a smoke break. They moved out of the light spilling from the door and she took them down as well. Her heart was pounding and her hands were shaking, but she didn't stop to analyze.

Four down, six to go.

Through the adrenaline, Kono could barely feel her fear. She saw the warehouse laid out in her mind the way she had seen it and then she was moving in, gun raised and voice loudly identifying her as HPD.

They turned and opened fire.

She didn't hesitate. None of them were wearing vests. None of them had been ready for her to come storming in like a bat out of hell. But Kono could still see Chin lying in that hospital bed. And now two other members of her ohana had been beaten and tied up. If she had to, she'd kill them all.

Bullets flew past her, but she forced herself to stay focused. She aimed for their chests and her shots rang true, men falling to the ground one by one. The last one managed to get a shot off just before she did, the bullet striking the center of her vest and throwing her down. For a second, she couldn't breathe, her ears ringing as she struggled to push herself up.

"KONO!"

Steve's voice broke through the haze and then she could hear Danny as well, both of them coaxing her back up. Rolling over, she pushed herself off the floor, relieved to see that all six men were down. She stuck her gun in the back waistband of her pants and moved to the guys.

"You okay?" she asked, pulling out a knife and cutting through the restraints on Danny's wrists.

"We'll live," he replied. "I think."

Steve looked around. "Where's Chin?"

"Hospital. These bastards ran him off the road." She steadied Danny for a second before moving to Steve. "He's okay, but they're keeping him overnight."

She reached up to cut through the restraints on Steve, stumbling slightly as he leaned his weight into her. That alone told her how hard they had hit him and she slipped her arms around his waist to hold him up.

"I've got you," she said quietly.

He frowned, eyes settling on the door that opened up onto the night. "Where's your backup?"

She chuckled. "Sorry. You're stuck with just me, Boss."

Steve opened his mouth to reply to that, but then his eyes caught sight of something moving in the shadows. It took him half a second longer than it should have to realize that someone was on the scaffolding above them and that they were holding a gun.

"Kono, get down!"

He pulled her body against his and reached for the gun she had in her waistband. His body moved on autopilot, taking quick aim and squeezing off four shots. Six echoed through empty warehouse, though, and Kono's cry of pain told him that he hadn't been quick enough. Even as the last attacker fell dead, Steve was turning his focus to his teammate.

Her hand was pressed to her leg and thick dark blood was seeping through her fingers. She bit her lip against the pain, wincing when Danny came up behind her and maneuvered her into his embrace.

"I got her."

"Danny –"

"You can barely hold yourself up, you big lug," he replied. "I got her. Call 911."

Kono shook her head. "Don't bother."

"Babe, you're bleeding –"

"Accident on Kamehameho. Undercover bust. Why do you think I came in alone?"

"Dammit. Your car?"

"Keys are in my pocket. Parked a quarter mile to the west."

Despite his own injuries, Danny lifted her into his arms and carried her out of the warehouse. Steve followed, holding Kono's gun at the ready in case there were any other bad guys they didn't know about. But they made it to the car without incident and he slid into the cramped backseat with Kono, helping her to put pressure on the wound.

"Drive fast, Danno," he urged.

He nodded and the car roared back onto the road.