Hi everyone! My name is A-ZWorld, I have shortened it to Az for easy reference:) I am posting my first story here and I hope you like it.

Read First:

- This story takes place mostly between Seasons 5 and 6. I have changed the sequence of certain events from the show. I have moved the story arc of Meredith Grey, the serial killer psychiatrist from Season 7 to Season 5 before Steve was captured by Wo Fat and before Steve managed to kill him. As a result, Alicia Brown will feature in this story. I have also kept Chin, Kono and Max in this story. Chin has already adopted Sara by this point.

- The other time period is 2005 which only appears in flashbacks so I will specify when they occur and there may be future sequences later on.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters or any rights to the show except my OCs. This story carries a warning for language, sex as well as triggers for assault and PTSD (You have been WARNED).

If some words look like typos to some readers please do not be alarmed, I use the British spelling not the American.

This story has no beta and any and all errors are mine.

If you like this story, please review or PM me and please add me to your favourites:) Like I said it's my first story here and I could really use the encouragement:)

Great! Now that the boring stuff is out of the way... Let's get on with it...


Prologue

*Present Day* Santorini, Greece

A silent moan echoed through the night. The north stars peppered the evening sky and she took a second to admire them before the pain in her insides flamed anew. Her wounds would have to be hidden. She had to be hidden. She looked out the window, hoping to draw some calm from the normally pearly Aegean Sea but it was pitch black and foreboding outside. The normally crashing waves seemed to fizzle silently, but ominously, and did nothing to override her agonised whimpers. This had been going on all afternoon. She first saw the trail of blood at the same time the crystal blue Santorini sky began to bleed an ombre red and then the sun began its descent for the day. Alana Keo took this as a sign from Mother Nature herself. She was always in tune with her surroundings, natural or otherwise. Her eyes widened as the blood began to stream steadily from her lower body. She could have been at the hospital, sitting in the comfort of a private suite, her wounds being tended to by physicians but for her, the option was no longer possible. She would be facing the CIA before she even made it through the door. She would rather die than be hauled from the hospital by some half-assed coffee-drunk rookie looking to earn a CIA cookie and badge. Lana sighed at this.

Her body began to convulse as she lay on her back on the wooden floor. The pain was excruciating, radiating through her every pore but not a sound left her lips as she bit them to keep the moans suppressed. She tried to keep her breathing even but her breaths were short and laboured and came out like dry heaving. Stop it Lana... she scolded herself, and just like that, her body began to melt. She still felt every jarring torment in every cell of her body, but her reaction was what had changed. She refused to respond to the pain but she needed it to understand what her body was trying to tell her. She had to be in control, nothing else.

The once warm towels were now soggy and wet with blood and Lana lamented slightly about the mess as she lifted her hand shakily towards the bowl on the floor next to her. She lifted a sterilised scalpel from the bowl and twisted it in her hand. Its heat however, brought her some comfort even as its sharp tip almost winked at her. Another woman, a lesser woman would be terrified at the idea of what she was about to do. This lesser woman could have been a trained surgeon like Lana but she would never have even a fraction of the courage that she had managed to muster. This made Lana smile, even caused her to let out a light laugh. She was better than these weak women, but like a lot of these weak women, she was also where she was because she had crossed a man. He was man who had not only destroyed her perfect existence but eviscerated her very identity, the name that she had built for herself, the ego that she had taken her entire life to garner.

She took a second to think about the man who had put her in this position, the man who not only wounded her, but isolated her in her suffering. She wondered whether he was suffering as well, whether he looked out to the ocean, on the other side of the world, for the same deep seeded answers to the same unanswerable questions... How did we get here? How could we have done this to each other? Her small shaking frame relaxed at the thought. She closed her eyes, bit down on a sponge in case she screamed and pictured his face as she brought the scalpel down on her abdomen and sliced steady. Her hands never shook as her body began to tear open. Her blood began seeping through her fingers, warming them, spilling over her thighs and waistline. Small beads of sweat began to form on her forehead but she had to keep going. She had to get this done... And she did. She knew that she would meet him again. It was practically fated. She could not wait to see his face. His name was the only thing she could comprehend as a strained, whimpering cry plucked the thin cords in the atmosphere around her, vibrating the very air she breathed. This very cry was her salvation as she whispered the man's name... Steve...


*At the same time in Hawaii*

On the other side of the world, even with the tropical Hawaiian sun blanketing him in warmth in his office, Commander Steve McGarrett was almost crippled by a heart-stopping chill that froze every cell in his body...


What do you think so far? Loved it? Hated it? Should I continue? Please like and review! It would mean the world to me:)