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"Catherine?" He asked, his heart dropping to his stomach.

"You gonna make me stand out here all night? It's about to rain," she commented. He stood aside numbly as she stepped over the threshold.

"Cath, not that I'm not happy to see you, but what are you doing here? I thought you were providing relief for those affected by natural disasters?" She shook her head.

"It's...that's not…" she stuttered.

"You lied," Steve accused coldly. She glared at him.

"I had to. I accepted a job and a mission and I had to keep it confidential!" she snapped.

"And what, pray tell, does the navy have you doing now?"

"It's not the navy, Steve!"

"Then what is it?!"

"I can't tell you!" He scoffed and turned away in anger. "All that I can tell you is that you're in danger and you need to come with me!"

"In danger, huh? Seems like a pretty average thing for me to be in," he commented dryly as he faced her again.

"Steve, look, I know you're mad, but you have to trust me. You need to come with me!" she insisted. Steve shook his head in disbelief.

"I can't believe you! All you seem to do lately is lie to me. How can you expect me to trust whatever you say?" She dropped her gaze, and Steve could see she was upset by his words. She sat on one end of the couch, but he took the recliner. "So what am I in danger from?" She shook her head again, causing irritation in rise up Steve.

"I can't tell you right now. You just have to trust me," she implored. Steve snorted and glared at her.

"I don't know what to do with you, Cath," he finally admitted. "First you disappear in Afghanistan for over a year, and when you come back, you make it seem like you're preparing to settle down again, but no! I come home to find you have all your bags packed, and all I get is a five minute goodbye, complete with the lie that you're going to help the victims of the earthquake! I mean, who lies about that?" Catherine looked at him, her dark eyes sad.

"Steve, I'm sorry I had to lie to you. Really, I am," she insisted. "I couldn't tell you what I was doing. It was for your protection."

"Catherine, I don't need protection, what I need is honesty! Tell me: what or who am I in danger from?"

"If I tell you, do you promise to come with me?" she finally asked.

"No, I don't promise. But tell me anyway," he insisted. She stood up, Steve following her lead. They walked into his kitchen, where she grabbed some mugs from his cupboard and went about making a pot of coffee. Steve stood in the doorway, watching her with an extremely confused look on his face.

"What are you doing?" She looked at him.

"I figured we could both use a bit of a pick-me-up," she replied. He leaned against the wall, waiting for her to finish.

"Well?" he asked impatiently after two minutes of complete silence. "Are you going to tell me or not?"

"Sit down," she said snappishly as she set the coffee mugs in front of him and sat down herself, waiting for him to do the same before starting. "Greg Taylor." Steve felt his stomach drop as he recognized the name. Greg was the brother of Nick Taylor, his SEAL buddy who had betrayed the country for money. He had been forced to kill Nick or be killed himself protecting a dictator.

"What about him?" he asked cautiously.

"He's come here to Hawaii, and word is he's after you," Catherine explained. "He wants revenge for his brother."

"Okay, well, it's not any different from other times someone has wanted revenge," he argued. He took a drink from his mug as Catherine stared at him, flabbergasted.

"He is coming after you, Steve! You know he has ties to bad people! Drug cartels, gangs! He's dangerous!"

"All the more...reason I should stay," Steve shot back, shaking his head, trying to clear the fog that was suddenly settling over his mind. "He'll go...after...team…" The fog didn't go away and he knew something was wrong. "What did...you...do?" He stood up and tried to get away from her, dropping the coffee mug in the process, which shattered upon impact with the floor. "Drugged...me?!" he accused with a glare. She gave a helpless shrug.

"I need you to be safe," she whispered as she stopped him from face planting in the floor. He struggled weakly against her for a moment, but eventually, his eyes closed, sparing Catherine any more glares that would have gone her way. "Please forgive me," she whispered as she stroked his hair, then stood up and used every ounce of strength she had to drag Steve out the door and to the car that had pulled up outside the house. Steve was loaded into the backseat, then Catherine jumped in the passenger side and the car took off, leaving the McGarrett home behind.

0-0-0

Danny's phone rang, jerking him out of his slumber. He groused and grumbled a bit, especially when he saw it was the governor calling. He kept his tone civil though as he answered. "Detective Williams."

"Detective. Do you know where Commander McGarrett is?"

"No, sir. I do not know where he is. Is something wrong?"

"He isn't answering his phone, and it's critical that I speak with him."

"Is everything okay?" Danny asked, all sleepiness gone now.

"I'm not sure, Detective. You're sure you have no idea where he is?" Danny was already up and getting dressed.

"No, I don't know governor. I'll head over to his house right now. I'm sure he's just swimming or something like that and doesn't have his phone on him. I'll let you know and I'll have him call you," he promised. He hung up the phone and finished getting dressed, then hurried out to his front room. "Gracie?" he called. "Grace, babe, wake up!" A few moments later, Grace came out of her room, her hair a mess and her pajamas all frumpy and wrinkled.

"What's going on, Danno?"

"I gotta run over to Uncle Steve's for a minute okay? I need you to stay here and I'll be back in a few minutes." He hurried over and placed a kiss on her head. He knew the governor was expecting to hear from him and Steve soon, so he hurried out the door and drove off towards the McGarrett home.

"Hey Steve!" he called out as he walked in the house. McGarrett's truck was still out front, so he figured he was home. He pulled out his phone and dialed Steve's number. A buzzing noise came from the couch. Danny walked over and pulled the cell phone out from between the cushions. "Steve?" Danny called out again warily. He had a bad feeling in his gut that he tried to push away.

He walked upstairs to the bedroom, but he didn't find anything strange there. He cautiously walked back to the main floor, that gut feeling still making itself known. He was about to walk out of the house when he noticed the door to the kitchen was slightly ajar, and he realized he hadn't checked that out yet.

He glanced around the room but didn't notice anything, except a coffee mug on the table. He turned around and was about to leave when he happened to glance at the floor and saw the shattered remnants of another mug. He still fought to keep that persistent gut feeling away, telling himself that Steve could have broken the mug and then just got another one. "But Steve wouldn't leave broken shards of a mug on the ground," he muttered to himself as he crouched down to examine the pieces more.

The more Danny thought about it, the less comfortable he became with the already uncomfortable situation. Steve's truck was here, his phone was in the couch cushions, which never happened because it was always possible they'd catch a case, and now this shattered mug? Add that to the fact that Danny couldn't find Steve anywhere and you had a very unsettled Danny. He pulled out his phone again and dialed a number.

"Yeah Eric, it's Danny. I'm gonna bring a few things over to the lab, could you run some tests on them? Thanks bud. See ya in a few." He disconnected the call from his nephew and went about gathering up some shards of the mug, being sure to use a rag Steve had to insure he didn't disturb any potential evidence. There wasn't solid proof that Steve was missing, but Danny wasn't going to take any chances.

0-0-0

"Hey Uncle D, I got those results back," Eric said as he came out of the lab, handing Danny a piece of paper. Danny scanned over the results, his stomach dropping as he read what Eric had found.

"Ketamine. There were traces of ketamine on the shards?"

"Yeah. Judging by how much I pulled off just the one shard, there was enough in there to knock someone out for a good long while. Does this have to do with a case?"

"It does now," Danny muttered, almost to himself. He pulled out his phone. "Yeah, Governor Denning please. This is Detective Danny Williams; yeah, I'll hold." He held the phone away from his ear to quickly thank Eric. "I'll let you know if I need anything else," he promised as he walked out of the lab.