As the chopper landed on the airstrip, Kono ran to the team. Steve emerged from the chopper, only to be enveloped into Kono's arms, "Boss, it's so good to see you."

"Thanks Kono" he smiled a genuine and goofy smile, "I'm pretty happy to see you all too."

As everyone exited the chopper they thanked Frank profusely. As much as he enjoyed this crazy team, he knew how dangerous it was for them to be here, and he would feel much better the sooner they left. He helped escort them to their plane and wished them a safe trip home.

Chin carried the young girl onboard and the rest of the team followed suit. Danny forced Steve to sit down and let him bandage his wrists while Chin and Kono worked on the girl. As Danny cleaned the wounds on Steve's wrists, Joe sat down to explain.

Steve looked to Joe, his glare icy, "Tell me everything Joe."

"Your mother wasn't killed by a drunk driver. The Yakuza were getting too close to her, so we had to make her disappear. We knew that if the whole family went into hiding, they would never stop looking for Doris. So we had to make it look like she had been killed."

Steve interrupted, "Did my dad know?"

"No," Joe shook his head. "He didn't know your mother was an agent. He only knew her as a school teacher. So when the Yakuza found Doris, it was time to make a move.

"We rigged the car to explode and for her to be moved out of Hawaii. We moved her to Kansas because no one would expect her to go there and the CIA needed someone to go undercover with the mafia in Kansas City. Your mom hired on as an Argentinian bookkeeper named Claudia Santiago. The only problem was, a month into the stint your mother realized she was pregnant with Azucena.

"That posed a major problem; the CIA wasn't okay with bringing a child into the operation. However, your mother wasn't going to give up her child. So Azucena was born and she was born with her cover in place. Doris raised her speaking Spanish and English; she taught her everything about Argentinian culture. She raised her on traditional Argentinian food. This way no one would ever know she wasn't Argentinian."

Joe paused, this was going to be the hard part. "When Azucena was 8 years old she went to a slumber party. Claudia was killed in a house fire that night. The fire looked to be from electrical damage, but we believe it was set by the Mob. We think they figured out she was feeding information to us. They won't act against women and children, but Claudia was fair game if she was informing on them.

"She awoke the next morning to the news that her mother had been killed. She was placed as a ward of the state in foster care."

"You put her in foster care?" exploded Steve. "Have you heard the stories of the system? Jesus Christ Joe!"

"She was perfectly safe. We got her a placement with an older couple. She was a former social worker and he was a factory worker. They raised her in a small town, away from the Mafia and any CIA connections. I checked in on her regularly until I knew she would be okay.

"When we get back, you can read her file." Joe paused, "Once she turned 18, the CIA stopped keeping tabs on her, but she's a good kid. She works hard, gets good grades, and is studying to be a nurse."

"How did WoFat find out about her?" Steve asked, his voice cold.

"I don't know." Joe paused, "We did everything we could to keep her hidden away from any of Doris' past enemies."

"Did her foster family know anything of the ties to the CIA and mob?"

"No, nothing at all."

"This doesn't make sense, Joe." Steve argued, rubbing his hands over his face in frustration.

"I'm just as puzzled as you, Son."

Chin approached the three men as Kono continued to wipe the blood and dirt from Azucena's face. Steve looked up, "How is she?"

"She's in bad shape. There are at least four broken ribs, possibly five. Her wrists are torn to hell. I don't know if her eye socket is fractured, but she won't be able to see out of one eye for quite a while. We have to get her to Malia right away." Chin was interrupted by Kono, "Guy's she waking up!"

Steve was out of his seat before anyone else. He squatted down over the section of netting seats she was stretched out on. Kono stood back to give Steve room to be next to her as she woke. Her left eye was swollen shut from all the abuse suffered at the hands of WoFat. Her right eye, although swollen and blackened, was slowly opening.

Her body hurt; every cell of her being cried out in pain. She could hear the voices and feel the hands on her person. As she tried to open her eyes, she realized her sight was very limited. She saw his face. The man who had freed them was next to her. She tried to speak, but her busted up mouth was only able to mumble a few words, "¿Estamos seguros?

It took Steve a moment to process and he realized she was asking if they were safe in Spanish. It had been a few years since he had last utilized his Spanish skills and they were very basic, "Si, si, estamos seguros."

"¿Donde estamos?"

Before Steve could respond, he could feel Joe's presence over his shoulder. He watched the young woman's face when she looked at Joe. It took her only a second before she recognized him, "Joe?"

"Hey darlin', it's been a while."

She immediately switched to English, but it was noticeable that the pain from her jaw was causing her words to be garbled and she was struggling to catch her breath. "Who was he?"

"He's a really bad man."

"No shit." She wheezed, his answer was ridiculous after everything she had endured. Steve smirked at her sarcasm and offered, "His name is WoFat. He's an international arms dealer that apparently thinks you and I have information he wants."

She took in his words and her hands started to reach for purchase on the netting she was laying on. Her right hand reached up for her to help pull herself up with the netting around her. As she tried to lift herself off the row of seats to a sitting position; the pain radiated through her body. Steve gently, but forcefully stopped her by placing his hand on her shoulder, "Your ribs are either cracked or fractured. Sitting up is one of the worst things you can do at the moment."

Frustration and pain painted her face as she admitted defeat on sitting upright. Her word were mangled, but she was still understandable, "He called me little sister and said you were my brother. This doesn't make sense."

She grimaced, as the pain from her ribs soared through her body. Before anyone could respond she asked, "What is Shelbourne?"

"I'm not sure." Steve answered as he watched the pain flash across her face with each question. He decided to take over the questioning, "He beat you up pretty badly. I'm trained in field medicine and it is going to be a few hours before we can get you to a hospital. Can I check over your injuries?"

She eyed him suspiciously, but was in so much pain she acquiesced to his request, "Ok."

He could see the caution in her face, so he talked about what he was going to do before he did it. He started with her hands; her wrists were lacerated from the chains that held her hands above her head.

"Your wrists are pretty cut up from the chains." He looked to Kono. She had sat down by Auzcena's feet on the netting with the first aid kit. "This is Kono, she is on my team."

Kono handed him a small basin and some peroxide. As he took them from her, she gathered gauze and antibiotic ointment to have ready for him. Azucena looked at the woman and tried to smile, but it caused her face great pain, "Nice to meet you."

"You too." Kono smiled to her. Joe was standing behind Steve, towering over him as he worked. Steve prepared to pour the peroxide on the open wounds, "This is going to hurt."

She braced herself for the inevitable sting. The cool liquid poured over her skin and bubbled upon contact with the open wound. Natural instinct caused her to suck in air quickly, which resulted in agonizing pain radiating from her ribs. "Aye, Díos mió!"

Joe took this moment to try and distract her, "Azucena, how did WoFat get you?"

"I was at the campus library until about 11 on Tuesday night, preparing for an exam." She paused, watching Steve's hands quickly apply medicine to the wound on her left wrist and wrap it in white gauze. Joe turned and hollered at Danny, "Danny, can you grab a bottle of water?"

There was an affirmation heard in the distance and Joe turned back to the young woman, she continued with her story, "I rode my bike back to my apartment. I walked inside and locked the door. As I walked into the kitchen, three men came at me and I just remember waking up in a cell with a terrible headache."

Joe uncapped the bottle of water and handed it to Steve. Steve looked to Azucena, "I'm going to lift your head and try to not bump your mouth. Small sips, okay?"

There was the slightest of nods coming from her head and he gently cradled the back of her head. He held the bottle of water to her mouth and poured a small amount. The cool water on her parched throat was refreshing. Steve gave her three sips before handing the bottle back to Joe and concentrating on her other wrist.

"When was your last tetanus shot?" Steve asked, as he poured the peroxide, hoping to have her focus on something else. She squirmed from the burn of the peroxide, "Valentine's Day, three years ago."

"Memorable day." Supplied Joe.

"Bonfire party; night hiking and barbed wire fences don't mix." She lied.

"Jack allowed that?" inquired Joe.

"Kind of." Azucena mumbled as Steve laughed to himself. Joe looked at her for more of the story, "It was Valentine's Day Dance and instead of going to the after party, a bunch of us ended up on the O'Crowley's property for a bonfire."

"Coed, I suppose?" Offered Joe. Steve cringed, as Joe sounded like a parent the longer he talked to Azucena.

"Does it matter?" countered Azucena, annoyance in her garbled words. Steve had finished with her wrists. Working to relieve some of the tension of the conversation, Steve looked to her face. "Your right eye is swollen shut. We can't assess the damage until the swelling goes down. I'm going to put some butterfly bandages above your left eye. There's a gash on your cheek as well, so that's going to get butterfly bandages also."

"Can I get more water before we do that?" she inquired, politely.

"Of course." Answered Steve, as Joe held the water bottle out for him. Again, Steve gently lifted her head and poured the water into her mouth a few times. After a few drinks, he handed the bottle back to Joe and wet down some cotton balls with the peroxide. As he started to approach Azucena's face with the cotton balls, he offered up a question, "Until WoFat kidnapped you, had you ever seen him before?"

"I had plenty of time to think about that." She responded, as she cringed from the burn of the peroxide. "I think he was at the bar for an after-hours party."

"The bar?" questioned Joe.

"I work as cook in a restaurant. Sometimes the owner has after-hours parties. I think I remember seeing him at one of those parties."

"Did he talk to you?" asked Steve.

"No, I don't wait tables there." She flinched as she answered; the pain was starting to weigh on her.

Steve's hand moved to her shirt, but her hands were quicker and she covered her stomach. Steve realized he had startled her and hadn't told her what he was going to do. He pulled his hands back and Joe decided to speak up at that moment, "I'm going to find you both some food."

Steve looked to the young woman, "I think your ribs are either broken or cracked. I need to determine if we need to tape them. It's not the ideal procedure, but depending on how bad they are injured it will give you some pain relief."

He watched her weigh this information in her head. She wasn't a trusting person, but Steve surmised after being kidnapped and beaten he probably wouldn't be trusting with a bunch of strangers either.

She looked him in the eye and nodded her head once, sliding her hands away from her stomach. She was wearing a long sleeve shirt. His hands gently worked the shirt up to her bra line.

Her torso was black and blue. WoFat has inflicted more damage than he thought and he could see why she was having difficulty breathing, two ribs on her right side were definitely broken. He gingerly felt along her abdomen and sides and he could see the immense pain he was causing her.

"I hate to do this because it is going to cause you pain, but we need to tape these ribs." He offered, "Once we do that, it will give you a little relief. Not a lot, but some."

He looked to Kono, "How much tape is in that first aid kit?"

"Not enough, Boss." She frowned, "But there is a vial of Demerol."

"That will work too." He said, reaching for the vial and the syringe.

"No." responded Azucena. Steve looked at the young woman, confused "We won't make it to a hospital for another 8 hours and I don't have enough tape to tape your ribs."

"That's fine." She answered, as she gingerly pulled her shirt down to cover her stomach. "I can wait."

Steve looked at her, "You do realize I said 8 hours and that pain isn't going to go away."

"I understand."

"You don't have to be brave in front of me and my team."

"I know, but in this instance, I'll wait. Unless there is some ibuprofen in that kit?" Azucena asked, looking at Kono. Joe had returned with bananas for Kono, Steve and Azucena. He gestured to Steve and Azucena "I figured these would be soft enough for your mouths."

Kono found the pain reliever pills in the kit and handed the bottle to Steve. He peeled the banana and handed it to Azucena, "Eat the banana first and then the pills; you don't want that on an empty stomach."

Kono smirked to herself, Steve looked to her, "What was that all about?"

"It's just funny coming from you." She quipped. Her boss never slowed down, only when he was forced to. He rarely took medicine and it took an act of God to get the man to take a sick day.

Joe interrupted, "I'm going to call Jack and let him know you are safe."

"You can't," she responded somberly, "he passed four months ago."

Shock crossed Joe's face, "What happened?"

"Heart attack." She answered, her eyes becoming a little misty. "We tried to call you, but we couldn't find your number. The whole town turned out for the funeral. Everyone loved Jack."

"Yeah, he was a good man." Joe paused, realizing that a really wonderful man was no longer on the planet. "The diner still open?"

"Yeah, about six months before he passed, he sold it to Mr. Mosely, the grocer. Said he was ready for the retired life of fishing and piddling around his garden."

"Good for him."

Steve handed the pain pills to Azucena. He gently held Azucena's head as she downed the pills with water. When she finished them, he laid her head back on the netting. "Other than waiting for those to provide some pain relief, is there anything you need?"

"It's freezing in here." She paused, "Is there a blanket or something."

Danny appeared behind Steve, with a blanket. He handed it to Steve and he gently laid it over her stretched out body. He hadn't realized before, but she was almost as tall as he was, just a few inches shorter. Danny noticed it too, "Looks like we need one more blanket."

He returned quickly and helped Steve place it on the girl. As Steve stepped back from placing the blanket on her, she asked, "How bad are you hurt?"

"My wrists are tore up, but they are bandaged. Other than that, I'm fine."

"There was a gunshot." She remembered, a grimace crossing her face.

"Yeah, he killed a friend of ours."

"I'm so sorry." She quickly supplied, Steve could see the genuine sadness on her face. He sat down on the floor of the plane near her head and talked with her. The others dispersing to give them some semblance of privacy.

"It was because of our friend, Jenna, I was able to get us free." He smiled sadly, "Before they shot her, she gave me a pin in case we might need it later. It came in handy."

"It's not my business, but you talk about a team." She closed her good eye in concentration. The pain was really hitting her, but she powered through, "I don't understand what you are and why did this Fat guy grab you?"

Steve smiled, leaning back on his hands "His name is WoFat and you have every right to ask these questions. My name is Steve McGarrett and I run a police task force in Hawaii called Five-O. The people that are on this plane are on my team, with the exception of Joe and the two guys flying the plane. They found out that Jenna and I were in trouble and came to our rescue."

She mulled over the information, "WoFat, he's still out there?"

"Unfortunately, yes. Things went sideways and he got away."

"Do you think he will come after us again?"

Steve knew the answer to this and wanted nothing more than to tell her no, but knew it wasn't the truth. "He thinks we have information and I know he will do anything to get that information. So yes, I think he will come after us again."

She contemplated his response and moved onto her next question. "I realize I'm being quite nosy, but I don't understand any of this. How do you know Joe?"

"Your questions are just fine; I'll let you know if there is something I can't answer." He smiled, he liked her. She was straight forward, didn't hide the fact that she wanted answers, but she was polite. "I'm just surprised you jumped to Joe from the fact that WoFat is still out there."

"There isn't really anything I can do to fix that at this moment. Whatever's going to happen will happen and I'll have to deal with it when it does. I can't live my life in constant fear that he is going to get me." She paused, "That and I'm relatively safe right now."

Steve nodded, her logic was sound. She was ridiculously calm for someone who had just been kidnapped and beaten. He decided it was best to follow her line of questioning. "Joe has been a friend of my family's for a very long time. He was also my training officer in BUDS."

"BUDS?"

"Basic Underwater Demolition, it's the training one takes to become a SEAL."

She tried to raise her eyebrows, but they wouldn't cooperate. It only caused her pain, "Impressive."

"How are you feeling?"

"Like I was trampled by a stampede of cattle." She replied, with a sense of humor sliding into her words. She fought against the pain, she wanted answers. She wanted to know why she was taken. "So what does this WoFat want exactly? I don't understand this word, 'Shelborne.' And what's up with him calling me 'Little Sister' and why does he think we are siblings?"

He could see the wheels turning in her head. She was trying to pull all the pieces into place, but things weren't fitting correctly. Her world had been turned upside down. His had too, but he was almost used to the constant changes in his life. However, the thought of another sister was still overwhelming.

Steve patiently thought about how to approach the answers to these questions. He decided it was best to just be as honest as possible with her. "I don't know who or what Shelborne is. As I told him, I found the word printed on a map in my parent's house after my father died. I tried to research it, but I couldn't find anything about it."

He leaned forward, pulling his knees up in front of himself, resting his arms across the tops of his kneecaps, "When you were carried onto the helicopter, Joe immediately recognized you. Before you woke up, he informed me that my mother hadn't really been killed in a car accident, but was in fact a CIA agent and her cover had been blown. They had to get her out of Hawaii and they moved her to Kansas. Apparently, no one knew but she was pregnant with you at the time. Basically everything WoFat told us when he had us, Joe confirmed. Joe said that once Doris passed, the CIA kept track of you until you turned 18."

"Doris?" she questioned.

"That was my mother's name, or the name she went by when she was raising me." Steve supplied. He watched her mull over the information he had shared. He didn't want to rush her, but he was curious what her thoughts were. "You're thinking pretty loudly."

"I'm sorry, you're being so polite and answering all my questions very patiently. I have so many questions, but the top one, which is the least important, is what town member was the CIA agent keeping tabs on me."

Steve laughed, he liked her. She was funny.

"You have to understand, I grew up in a small town where everybody knew everybody's business. Jack always told me, 'Don't worry if you don't know what you're doing, someone in this town will tell you what you're doing.'

"Now I wonder, whose job was it to know everything I did?" She paused, pondering things a little further, "I also find it creepy. And I kind of what to read this file; see how accurate it is, ya know?"

"Valid points." Steve smiled, and then offered, "If you would like confirmation that we truly are siblings, I can have my ME run our DNA against each other to see if Joe and WoFat are telling the truth."

"I am guessing you are as skeptical as I am. Does that seem like a fair assessment?"

"There are things about you that are very familiar. I see my grandmother's hair color, my father's eyes and my sister's nose, but I would like confirmation." He conceded.

"I remember that my mother was tall, like you. However, I was little so every adult was tall in my world. I don't see the familiar traits but my memory of her is hazy, so I don't think it is a good idea to rely on my memory. I'm okay with a DNA test. I'm assuming it's a check swab?"'

"Yeah, it will be painless. I'll have Max swab us as soon as we touch down." He was relieved she was open to this idea. He wanted answers, just like she did. The proof was sitting in front of him, but he wanted absolute certainty.

"The floor of this airplane cannot be comfortable. You were just strung up and held prisoner for, I don't know how long. You don't have to sit here and entertain me." She offered, he had already done so much for her. She didn't want to be a burden.

"I'll take you up on that offer. I'm going to go catch up with my team and then grab some shut eye. Your ribs are in pretty rough shape, so I would suggest you just rest here. If you need anything, just holler and someone will be more than happy to help you. Sound good?"

"Yeah, thanks." She tried to smile at him, but she was certain it probably looked terrifying and it caused her plenty of pain. She watched him stand up and wander over to the shorter man with the longer blond hair. She let her mind wander back to Silver Pond and the people of the town.

She knew everyone in town. Whether they ate at the diner or not, in a small farming community, everyone knew everyone. You helped each other harvest their fields or raise barns. You knew when people were getting divorced or having a baby before it was announced in the town paper. To know that there was a person whose sole job it was to watch her and report on her unnerved her. It also made her wonder if everything was in that file, specifically the Valentine's day three years ago.

Little self conscious, as I have never written fanfiction before. Please feel free to drop a note and let me know if you like it so far.