AN: Welcome to my new story. As some of you asked, it's a sequel to my previous story "THE BIG C". Steve has recovered from cancer and he's back as the leader of Five-0. Danny's father is gone, and his family mourn his death. Currently, both friends are in a process of reinvention. Reinventing their lives and their relationships with the most important people in their lives.

Like most of my work, it's a story of action, intertwined with life extreme situations, that force our boys to understand their emotions and learn to deal with them.

Thanks to my incredible beta, Hugo, for his advice and ideas. Although we have reviewed several times, there are probably some spelling or grammatical errors. Please excuse me if you find any.

I want to dedicate this story to all the people who read, reviewed and marked "The Big C", especially two people: Both are guest readers so I couldn't answer them personally:

Johanne Milsom: Your review of "The Big C" really came to my soul. I'm glad your brother is recovering and I thank you for your beautiful words.

To my Guest Friend for his review written on August 21. Your words made me cry. I feel really flattered by everything you wrote.

Thank you so much!

As usual, I'm going to publish the new chapters every 1 or 2 days. Thank you very much for reading and please tell me what do you think.

Disclaimer: All the characters and situations inherent in the Hawaii five-0 TV show, are owned by its creators and CBS. They are taken back for entertainment purposes only. No money or goods have been exchanged in the publishing of this story.

Prologue: I am a trouble magnet?

It's a magnificent night: The sky is colored in deep purple. The absence of the moon and an icy wind that penetrates to the bones, highlight the flickering effect of hundreds of stars. The black silhouette of the Sikorsky UH-60 Black Hawk stops in the air, about 10 yards from the roof of the south building; two dark figures descend sliding down the ropes until they touch the roof, begin to run a second later and hide behind the west wall, while the furtive chopper moves away at great speed. Quickly and silently, both come near to the metal door, to check the electronic safety device. One of them, lifts the left sleeve of the black sweatshirt to read a series of numbers written on the forearm skin and presses the buttons on the keyboard; a second later, the door opens with a weak click, to close again behind them.

On the east side, the edge of the cliff is drawn under the light of two powerful reflectors which revolve periodically sweeping the entire perimeter. Fifty yards below, among the waves that mercilessly hit the sharp rocks, two other black figures, wrapped in numerous devices of tactical equipment, emerge from the water and approach the shore, to begin climbing the irregular wall with remarkable skill.

Exactly four minutes later they reach the top of the cliff, put on the night vision goggles and run towards the fence that surrounds the complex. One of them takes a bolt cutter and breaks the chain that blocks the door; both run quickly to slide in the shadows between a large fuel tank and a pile of stacked barrels.

Once they are conveniently hidden, one of them says in a barely audible voice, "Team one in position ..." A second later, they hear the voice over the intercom ... "Roger that... Team two, in position ... We have control over the cameras and the security monitors." Again, the first man speaks, "Team one, approaching the target..."

The two figures wait for the right moment to run, dodging the lights which, a second before have been illuminating the ground, just a couple of yards away from their position. Quickly, they arrive at the main entrance. Typing in the security code, and manage to enter and close the door, before the lights go through again.

Sneaking along the wall of a long dark corridor, they stop a few seconds later, when listen to the voice on the intercom, "Beware! a security guard is walking to your position". At that moment, they see the unmistakable luminous circle of a flashlight, which moves along the corridor approaching the corner; the light goes through the doors that line up one behind the other, on the opposite wall. Patiently, they wait for the guard to come closer, when the voice in their ears says, "Now!" Suddenly, one of them surprises the guard with a precise blow on the neck, the man immediately falls to the floor; after tying and gagging him, both men continue walking forward, stopping at a metal door marked with a large number 4.

They again introduce the security code in the electronic device embedded in the wall next to the door, which opens, creaking on its hinges. One of them gets into the room, while the other remains by the door, watching.

Calling this a room is an overestimate. It's a filthy cell, of no more than 120 square feet, ventilated by a single embrasure protected with two thick metal bars, located about eight feet high on the side wall. There's no furniture, only a gnawed straw mat, thrown carelessly into a corner of the cell. Huddled over it, there's a black, shrunken silhouette of a man lying unconscious.

Quickly, the newcomer runs towards the fainted guy, lifting his night vision goggles, so he can see him better. The perimeter lights moving outside the embrasure, momentarily illuminate the room, which allows him to identify the unmistakable blond head; He leans and places his fingers on the guy's neck, feeling a weak but steady pulse.

Placing the hands on the man's shoulders, he turns him gently and tries to wake him up whispering, "Danny ..." but he doesn't get an answer. A couple of seconds later, shakes him and says, "Danno ... time to wake up buddy, we have to get out of here!" Realizing he won't be able to wake his friend up, he decides to hurry things and says over the intercom, "We've got him! ... everyone, ready for the extraction ... We'll see you on the fence in two minutes ... "

The man lifts Danny upon his shoulders, and asks "Team two ... the corridor is clear?" The answer isn't too long in coming ... "Affirmative ... corridors are clear, the way to the exit is free."

His teammate runs in front of him, to the door through which they entered a few minutes earlier. When they are about to open it to get out of there, the voice in the intercom says, "Hold on! ... There are three men walking in front of the building ... " After four interminable minutes, the voice speaks again, "The exit is clear! you can leave now. We'll see you on the fence ... "

Both men exit stealthily but quickly, carrying their precious cargo. They have barely run a couple of yards, when the shrill alarm sounds and the screams begin to come from everywhere... A rain of gunshots hinders their escape...