Hi everyone, thanks for following my Steve and Sarah story. I will be starting the sequel once the second season starts. In the meanwhile I have decided to start a new story. Please review this and let me know how it is. If after a few chapters its not working, I'll not continue with the story.

Chapter One

Her body was getting colder by the minute and she had no idea when this would end. She knew there would be no rescue; no one knew where they were, so all she could hope for was a quick death.

She wished she had done things differently, not talked to those guys. Her instincts had always been good, but this time she had ignored them. Instead choosing to let lose like her friends had told her she needed to. So she had and look where that landed her.

One moment she was standing in a crowded nightclub in Paris and the next she was waking up in a cold room with stonewalls, her limbs tied together, and all she had for protection was her thin slip she had worn under her dress. She still didn't know whether anyone had noticed she was missing and for how long, for the time had stretched and melded into one continuous night with no sight of day.

She had absolutely no idea how long she had been here, she had slipped in and out of consciousness, only aware of a man coming in and checking on her. He wore a ski mask, but he was big and smelled of stale smoke and alcohol. Luckily he never touched her other than to check for a pulse and shake her aware to make her eat the slop they gave her.

A few hours ago, or days ago, who knew, she had been taken to what looked like a doctor's exam room and had been given a humiliating exam. They all spoke French but she didn't speak it fluently and her brain was too muddled to understand it. The masked doctor had poked and prodded her intimately to the point where she was starting to wonder if she was in a horrible Sci-fi movie or a dream. She was still waiting to wake up from this nightmare.

Just as that thought made her head spin, she started to lose consciousness again and like always welcomed the blackness, hoping she would never wake up from it.

-X-

Lieutenant Steven J. McGarrett led his Navy SEAL team through the black night toward what looked like an abandoned apartment complex. There were no lights on since there was obviously no electricity connected; they had already checked that earlier. There were sparsely lit windows, probably from emergency lamps.

He used hand signals to communicate since they were not using any of their communication equipment in case they were discovered. This was a sensitive rescue operation. The victim was none other than Senator Morales' daughter Naomi, who also happened to be an heiress. If the motive for kidnapping had been for money, it would have been much simpler. However this was more sadistic.

It had been almost six weeks since Naomi Morales had been kidnapped without a trace. But luckily, her ditzy friend had been able to ID the guy she had been seen leaving the nightclub with, stumbling drunk, which was probably not caused by alcohol at all. Now through an extensive investigation that had involved almost all the top agencies in the US, they had traced her whereabouts to this dingy apartment complex. That is when his SEAL team had been sent in.

Steve flipped the cover on the dial of his watch, they had exactly forty minutes to get in, get the girl and get out. There was no time to dally. He looked over at Spoon, his best surveillance guy. They were hiding in the bushes near the complex and had set up a thermal devise to pick out which rooms were inhabited. Currently the rooms that were inhabited were the top floors, so that was where they would start.

Steve signaled his men to follow as he left his hiding place and moved toward the building. They were eight of them and each of them moved stealthily, like they had been trained to. Steve moved to the back of the building and saw a broken window leading to what looked like an underground cellar.

He managed to signal Cobra and Sam to follow his lead. Still silently they managed to get into the basement. It was dark and they tuned on their night vision equipment. There were four floors in this building and according to the info Spoon had given them they needed to get to the top floor. Still quietly they climbed the dark stairwell, it was obviously a back stairwell instead of the main one, there were no lights anywhere.

As they approached the floor they wanted, they heard raucous male laughter. Steve moved closer to the source of the noise and peaked in. He watched as five men sat around a table playing cards and drinking. The radio was on playing French music.

He signaled to the men to stay put till he got to the girl, as he moved to the room next door, it was the most plausible place for her to be in.

He stealthily moved into the room and through the open window he could clearly see her huddled on the ground, her arms tied with handcuffs and chains to the wall, so were her small feet. She looked vulnerable, no bigger than a child. Her dark hair was stringy and covered most of her face, she looked to be dead, but he could see her small body shivering from cold, covered in nothing but a dirty white dress, that in a past life may have been a pretty, lacy little slip.

He moved quietly toward her huddled form and quickly covered her mouth before she screamed and alerted the men in the other room. As he did this, her body gave a start and she turned startled green eyes to him, her expression registering shock and fear. He could make out a black eye and numerous bruises on her arms and face that he could see.

Without trying to alarm her Steve tried to calm her, he knew he looked a scary sight with his camouflage face paint, "Ma'am I'm US Navy SEAL Lt. Steve McGarrett. I'm here to rescue you so you need to be quiet for me". He saw her eyes widen as she nodded her head indicating that she understood him. "If I remove my hand you cannot scream or talk, understood?" he asked her. She nodded again as he removed his hand. His action revealed her bruised mouth and jaw.

He pulled out some more equipment and he picked the lock of the handcuff and the chain around her slim and chafed ankles. He watched her bite her lip and screw her eyes close, which could only mean she was fighting not to cry out in pain. Steve had to admire her bravery. "Can you stand?" he whispered in her ear, and he noticed as she tensed when his body came closer. She nodded again.

He helped her stand, but her legs wouldn't work, she just sagged to the floor. He felt himself melt when saw silent tears fall from her eyes, as she bit her mouth again. Without another thought he picked her up, but she muffled a soft cry of pain in his neck when he circled her torso, which could only mean either she had a few broken ribs or she was badly bruised. Either way, the girl was in pain, but she was being very brave, trying to be strong.

He moved quietly to the entrance of the room and looked out at Sam, relief showing on his face as Steve made his way toward the staircase. Unfortunately, it was then that one of the men walked out of the room and saw them. Before he could react, Sam caught him in a headlock until the man lost consciousness and moved him quietly to the ground.

Just then Steve and the team received a message from Spoon still positioned outside. There were five more men downstairs approaching from the same stairway they had taken. Steve Signaled for Sam and Cobra to take the men out in the room, while the other three members of his team informed him of their attack on the rest. Steve carried Naomi down the stairwell and watched the mayhem. He carefully set her on the floor in a corner where he knew she was far from the action. He approached one of the men who was in one of his team member's blind spots, caught him by the neck and head locked him, however the man managed to turn and attacked him. The scuffle ended with Steve having to break the guys neck and watched the horror in Naomi's eyes as she watched from her hidden corner.

As he was approaching her, he heard a noise behind him and watched as three men from the basement came up. Sam and Cobra who had by this time come downstairs, pulled out their guns, aimed and shot them. Sam proceeded to go down the basement as Cobra followed, they immediately came back up.

"Boss, three more girls held down here".

"Why didn't we know about this? We can't leave them here. Before that make sure the place is clear and then get them out" Steve directed his team as he once again went to lift Naomi.

Once they reached their vehicles, he put her in the back and watched as the rest followed. Their first stop was the US Naval base.

-X-

Naomi watched as the others piled into the vehicle, since there were more people than anticipated, she ended up being back in the big handsome SEAL's lap. It was disconcerting to feel safe in the arms of a man she had watched kill not one but two men. Granted it was all in to rescue her and the other three girls, but it was still confronting to be faced with such violence.

Although the last few days or weeks, however long it had been, had been nothing but violence. She was glad to see the other girls were not as badly injured as she had been, which probably meant they had not been there as long as she had.

She must have dosed as they drove because the next thing she knew she was in a room that was brightly lit, and after all the darkness it pierced her eyes. She was still in the SEAL's arms and when he moved to put her down on the examination table, her mind went back to the horrific examination the men had put her through.

She immediately clutched and hung on to dear life, "No, please don't leave me here". Somehow in her head, if he had rescued her, then being here with her would make her feel more comfortable.

"It's okay, I'm not going anywhere. But I think you're ribs are broken and you need to be looked at". So that's what the intense pain was.

She was put down on the examination bed and she felt her small hand being enveloped in a larger warmer one. She screwed her eyes closed and slipped into oblivion.

-X-

Steve should be back with his team, but he had promised Naomi that he was not going anywhere. She had passed out when he had laid her on the bed for the doctor to examine her, which was probably better.

Her body had sustained many injuries, including broken and bruised ribs, a dislocated shoulder, cuts and bruises from her restraints which he suspected would scar her delicate skin. He had been injured many a time in his line of duty, and he could only imagine the kind of pain she was in, both physical and emotional.

He looked at her as she slept. She was a pretty little thing, under all the bruises and pale skin. Her hair was a dark mahogany and he remembered her eyes to be green.

She had to be sedated because she had reacted badly to being touched during the rape exam, which initially had led to the speculation that she had been raped, which she hadn't been thankfully.

Considering the fact that she had been kidnapped by the white slavery ring of the Serbian mafia, it was a miracle. But then a thought came to his mind. She had obviously been saved for something special, white virgins were a high selling commodity and it was possible that was the case with her. She was after all only nineteen.

Her father, the Senator was on his way to Paris, and till then he would remain with her. His superiors had frowned upon his involvement, but he was on leave and even though he was present in the hospital, he stayed away from her.

A few hours later he received news her father landed in Paris and was on the way to the hospital. Time for him to make himself scarce. So he went to her room and was surprised she was awake.

Her face was all bruised up and her arm was in a sling. She was surrounded by security agents who looked at him expressionlessly.

"Commander McGarrett, please come in" her voice was soft as she invited him in. She looked at the agents and asked to be given some privacy. Once they left her room to stand outside, she looked at him with big green eyes, "I don't know how to thank you".

"You don't have to. I was just doing my job", Steve came closer to her and for some reason he couldn't resist touching her soft cheek. Just then she looked up.

"Just the same. Thank you" she repeated then managed to reach up as much as she could and kissed his jaw. "Goodbye Commander McGarrett".

"Bye" he smiled at her slightly, turned and left her room.