A/N: So, I know this story is supposed to be about Tim, but y'all gotta be patient! Also, I love Hawaii, I've read so many historical novels, and so much history on it that I've wanted to set part of a story in Hawaii. So therefore, I hope that anyone who lives in/is Hawaiian will forgive me for any mistakes I make in the use of the Hawaiian language. I do research to try to use it correctly, so if it is not correct, please let me know! Please review, it's the best way for me to know what you think!

11pm Pahoa, Hawaii Island

The warm island breeze ruffled the lace curtains hanging in the small windows, blowing over the sleeping figure in the bed. The woman moved restlessly in the breeze and instinctively reached for the blanket, pulling it tighter around her.

Minutes later the phone rang, ripping her from her well deserved sleep. Without looking to see who it was she swiped to answer, her voice groggy, "Dr. Bennett"

There was a long moment of silence and then a pained voice spoke. "Hey Claire….It's Danny. How you doin darling?" The Kentucky drawl of her brother's voice broke through her sleep hazed mind and drew her up off her pillow, a hand coming to run through her chestnut colored hair; Claire wincing as a snarl caught on her fingers.

"Danny…I'm-I was sleeping…are you ok? You sound hurt." Claire sighed and rested her elbows on her knees, her face in one hand.

"Naw darlin, I'm fine. Just a scratch. I-I just wanted to check in on you, it's been awhile since I heard from my little sis." Danny's voice was laced with pain and sadness.

Claire fisted her hand in her hair, tugging on it until it hurt, "I'm ok…Danny, what's happened? Why are you calling so late?"

Her brother made an indignant noise and slurred, "Whaat a man can't call his little sister to check on her? Gotta be a reason?!"

Claire made a hushing noise, "With our family, and at this late at night, yes. Now, why are you callin boy?" Bad habit and frustration made her slip back into her Kentucky drawl.

Danny growled with frustration, "I'm just seein what you're up to girl, lord, if you don't wanna talk, then hang up!"

Claire sighed and shook her head, "Danny, it's late and I worked a 12 hour shift, I don't have time for this."

He laughed roughly, "Of course you don't, too busy bein a high a mighty doctor makin all kinds of money to think about your only family!"

Claire sighed, of course, this was about money… "Danny, how much money do you need?"

Her brother made a noise and then began yelling, "Screw you Claire, I don't need your money! I don't need you thinkin you're better'n me! I only ever wanted you to love me for me!"

Claire listened to her brother shout, and wiped away the tears that streamed down her face. When he grew quiet, she spoke softly, "Danny, I do love you and I want to help you. If you need money just tell me and I'll send you some. Okay?"

There was a long silence and then her brother whispered, "Okay…thank you Claire, I love you so much."

Claire whispered back, "I love you too buddy." Hanging up the phone, she lay back down, clutching the phone to her chest, her head pounding with a migraine. Tossing the phone aside, she stood and walked to the bathroom for her painkillers, swallowing two down with a sip of water before returning to bed.

Glancing at her phone, she saw her brother had sent her a text with an address in Harlan, KY and a heart emoji. She sent a heart back and put her phone aside. She didn't have to work the next day, and she would need to sleep to get over the migraine.

Rolling over, she buried her face in the pillow and breathed in the scent of the island breeze that settled into everything, and slowly relaxed from the painkillers, eventually drifting off to sleep.

Two weeks later Claire was in surgery, her hands inside a patient, carefully removing a large tumor from the man's liver. The surgery progressed well, and after she had closed she made her way to her locker, pulling her phone out to check her messages.

She had gone out on a few dates with a guy, and they had been texting. She had told him she was working today and would message him as she was able to, so she was eager to see what he had said to her last text, a silly, but dirty joke.

Smiling as she read his response, she noticed that there was also a missed call, and a voicemail. Looking at the caller ID, Claire realized it was from Kentucky. A ball of fear lodged into her gut, and she hit the play button, holding the phone up to her ear.

"Ma'am, this is Deputy Marshal Raylan Givens of the Lexington Kentucky office. I'm calling in regards to your brother, Danny Bennett. If you can please give us a call back on this number as soon as possible, we would appreciate it. Thank you."

Claire found herself sitting on the floor, staring at the phone screen, her heart pounding, mouth dry. There was no way this was good. She sat, staring at the phone for nearly ten minutes until her friend and fellow surgeon, Alice Kendall walked into the room.

"What happened girl? Did that man you were texting with send you a snap of his banana?"She joked, giggling. Claire didn't say anything and continued to stare at her phone until Alice caught a glance of her face.

"Shit girl, what's wrong? You look like you saw a ghost. Talk to me." Alice sank down next to her and grabbed her hand, squeezing it gently. Claire's gaze broke away from the phone and up to her friend's face.

She hit play and held out the phone so Alice could hear. When it had played Alice shook her head and swore, "Shit! What's that little ass gotten himself into now?!" she muttered.

As Claire's best friend, she was well aware of Danny's penchant for buying into "sure thing" deals, dropping out of colleges, the inability to hold jobs, bar fights, and worse. He had caused Claire more heartache over the years than Alice liked, and she wished that Claire would just cut him off.

Claire shrugged a shoulder, "I don't know. But I'm going to have to call and find out. Goddamn him." Alice squeezed her hand again, "You let me know if you need anything, eh kaikaina?"

Claire smiled at the term of sisterly affection Alice had adopted soon after they had met and nodded. Swallowing hard, she hit redial and brought the phone to her ear as it rang. Moments later a deep Kentucky voice spoke, "Deputy Marshal Givens."

Claire swallowed, "Deputy Givens, this is Claire Bennett, you left me a message about my brother Danny. Can you give me some more information as to what the situation is that has brought him into contact with the US Marshal Service?"

Marshal Givens spoke slowly, his voice like dark molasses, "Well ma'am, your brother was shot during the commission of a bank heist, in league with men we are building a Rico case against. He's currently in a coma, but we want him to turn state's evidence when he wakes up. We figure the best chance of getting him to do that, is you."

Claire laughed, "You have got to be kidding me! He was shot, and is in a coma, and you want me to convince him to help you when he wakes up. Oh my god."

She stood and ran a hand over her face. Marshal Givens spoke again, "Ma'am I understand you're upset, but this is our best chance to get the people responsible for hurting him. I promise."

Claire sighed, her shoulders drooping. She was 29, and she was far too tired for this shit. "Fine Marshal. I'll be on a plane first thing."

There was surprise in the Marshal's voice, "Well thank you ma'am, I look forward to meeting you."

"Likewise Marshal. Keep my brother safe or there'll be hell to pay, you can guarantee that." Claire hung up, dropping her phone into her locker. She turned back to Alice and shook her head, "He got shot. During a robbery. WHAT THE FUCK?!"

Alice shook her head as well, "Danny is an idiot Claire…So you're taking off?" Claire nodded, running a hand through her hair, tugging at her ponytail.

"I have to, they need my help. I have a ton of leave built up, so why not." Claire shrugged and grabbed her purse, throwing it over her shoulder before heading for the door. She didn't have any more surgeries scheduled for the day, so she would just go to HR and work out the time off.

Turning back to Alice she smiled tiredly, "Will you go over to my place and stay? I know you hate your roomie."

Alice grinned, "My pleasure girl. Get out of here." She ran over to hug Claire tightly for a moment and then swatted her on the butt, both of them laughing. Claire walked down the hospital hallways till she came to HR.

An hour later she had worked out a leave plan for the next week, and if she needed further time, the hospital would accommodate her plans.

Walking out to the parking lot, she swung her leg over her motorcycle and slid her helmet on, revving the engine and pulled out of the lot a few moments later. The ride to her house lasted only a few minutes with her speeding and weaving in and out of traffic.

Most bike owners on the islands owned Japanese bikes, but Claire had found a dealer of classics, and had purchased a Triumph, the same bike her dad had owned that currently rested in a garage in Kentucky.

Parking her bike in the small shed behind her house, she locked it and walked into the house, bolting the door behind her. She kicked off her sneakers and began to make a mental list of the things she would need in Kentucky.

Pulling her phone out, she checked the weather for Harlan, and laughed bitterly, it may have been early November here in Hawaii, and still in the 80's, but it was forecasting 40's and snow for Harlan.

Walking back to her bedroom she grabbed her suitcase from under her bed and flopped it onto the bed. Grabbing her jeans, few sweaters and cardigans, she laid them out on the bed, followed by long sleeved shirts, tanks and a few shirts. She went back to her closet and grabbed a sweater dress, a few fancier dresses for god knows what occasions, and shoes.

Jamming it all into her suitcase took skill, but after half an hour she had made it fit. Grabbing her backpack, she filled it with her laptop, a novel she had been halfheartedly reading, her makeup bag, and her cell phone charger. If she needed more, she would have to buy it.

She had already bought her ticket and checked in, ordered a taxi, and eaten a sandwich before leaving work. Glancing at her phone, Claire saw that the taxi was due in ten minutes. Dropping onto her bed, she rolled her head to the side and stared at the photo sitting on her bedside table.

It had been taken 15 years ago, when Claire was 14, Danny was 16, and her parents were still alive. They were all smiling and happy, and it was the only picture she had of them where they actually looked like they were a normal happy family.

Her phone rang, startling her out of her reverie. Looking at the screen, she recognized the number for the taxi and answered, "Hello?"

"Hello…this is Sunshine Taxi. I am out front!"

Claire smiled, "Of course, give me two minutes and I'll be right there."

"Hiki" the driver said the smile evident in his voice.

Claire gathered up her bags and turned off the lights, pausing to stare at the picture beside her bed. With a sigh she went back for it, pulling it out of the frame and shoving it into her backpack.

Locking her front door behind her, she shoved her keys into her backpack, knowing Alice had a spare set. The driver helped her load her bags into the taxi and a few minutes later they were off.

Thirty minutes later Claire was walking into the airport and working her way through security. When she had checked her bag and made it to her terminal, she sat down, curling her legs under her, pulling her phone out to make sure the Marshals hadn't called.

They hadn't.

The hour crept by until her flight was called, and Claire boarded the flight, her nerves growing more agitated. When they were finally in the air, she pulled the bottle of Xanax out and shook one out into her hand.

Waving a flight attendant down, she smiled politely, "May I get a glass of wine?" The woman nodded, "That'll be $10."

Claire fished out the money and gladly handed it over, her drink arriving a few minutes later. She swallowed the Xanax down with a large swig of white wine, and then swallowed the rest of the small cup.

Twenty minutes later, her head rested against the window, fast asleep.

The flight attendant shook her shoulder when they landed in LAX, and Claire looked around groggily, noting that the plane was nearly empty. "If you don't hurry miss, you'll miss your connection."

Claire nodded and grabbed her backpack, taking off. She barely made the connection and sank into her new seat, a sheen of sweat on her face. When they landed in Atlanta, the flight attendant once again had to awaken her, and she arrived at a closed gate.

The plane barely let her on, and she faced disgruntled stares from the other passengers. Sinking low in her seat Claire covered her face with her hands. 13 hours on planes, and she felt like crying. She was somehow still exhausted, she smelled weird, and she was hungover.

When the plane landed in Lexington, Claire let everyone else depart and thanked the flight attendants and pilots profusely for holding the plane. One woman heard her accent and asked, "You going home honey?"

Claire nodded, tears breaking out in her eyes, "My brother is in the hospital in a coma, I'm coming from Hawaii."

The woman's face softened and she reached a hand out to Claire, squeezing her arm gently, "God bless ya sweetie. You get home safe, now."

Claire nodded and whispered her thanks before departing and heading to baggage pickup. She watched as the track went around and around, not seeing her bag. Her heart sank…they couldn't have lost her luggage.

Pulling her phone out of her bag she turned it on and found she had a message from the Marshal, her brother still wasn't awake, and he needed further surgery. She sent the man a text, letting him know she had landed in Lexington, and that the airline had probably lost her luggage.

Thirty minutes later while she was talking to an airline representative about filing a claim, she heard a man's voice behind her drawl, "Ma'am? Dr. Bennett?" She turned and found a tall, handsome man wearing a white Stetson, his hand resting casually on his gun.

Her mouth hung open as she tried to come up with a response. A smile broke out on the man's face and he held a hand out, "Deputy Marshal Raylan Givens. I'm here to lend a hand with your luggage if I can, and get you settled, keep you safe."

Claire's mouth snapped shut as she swallowed and nodded, and then spoke "Right, Marshal Givens. It's good to meet you." She shook his hand and smiled tiredly, "My luggage appears to have been left in California. So I have just the clothes I'm wearing."

Raylan nodded, "Well, if you're up for it, then let's get you to a store and get some more."

Claire nodded, "Please."

After they had stopped at a small thrift store, Raylan dropped Claire at her parent's old home. He watched as she pushed the front door to the large house open and turned to face him, her exhaustion evident in her face.

"Marshal Givens," he held up a hand to stop her, "It's Raylan, please ma'am." Claire nodded and continued, "Raylan, thank you for picking me up and dropping me off. If you don't mind, I would like to take a shower and go to sleep."

He nodded and tipped his hat, turning away a faint smile on his handsome lined face. Claire turned into the house before whirling around and calling out, "Raylan! Wait!"

Smirking, he turned, "Ma'am"

Claire sighed, "Can I go see Danny tomorrow?"

Raylan nodded, "That's fine. We'll need you to come to the office though, there's a lot to be discussed."

Claire sighed deeply and nodded, "Thank you Raylan."

He nodded and tipped his hat again before folding himself into his car and driving away. Claire closed the door and sighed, inhaling the scent of the long disused house.

After their parents had died she had inherited all of their money and had moved to Hawaii. She had been named the trustee despite Danny being the elder sibling, and she had ended up giving him money as he needed it.

She had paid for a caretaker for the house, finding herself unable to sell it. Now, as she climbed the stairs to her old bedroom, she was glad she hadn't. Shimmying her bra off, she tossed it to the floor along with her shopping bags and backpack.

Collapsing onto the bed, she curled up in the comforter and set and alarm for 8am the next day. It may have been 2pm, but she had been going for 16 hours. Her last reserves of willpower were draining away, and a monstrous migraine was clawing its way to the surface.

Pulling her pain medication out, she took two pills and swallowed them down with a sip of water from her plastic bottle.

Setting the picture of her family by her bed on her old nightstand, she stared at it as she relaxed. "Home sweet home" she muttered before rolling over and falling asleep.

kaikaina- younger brother or sister of the same sex

hiki- okay

again, if I've misused these, please let me know, I mean no disrespect, and I only want to write as authentically as possible. Thank you!