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Ohana Family
It had been two days since Steve, Danny and Joe had left me to go talk to Victor Hesse. I got a call from Steve telling me to just head home and get some rest. I really didn't need to be told twice about that. I, in a very drunk moment, had bought a small sea front house in Hawaii. It was going to be my retirement home after I had finished with the UN and Navy and just wanted to live out my days as a mild mannered civilian. I was glad I had the house now I had planned to stay in Hawaii a couple of weeks at least. I thought I might as well since I had taken the flights from hell to get there, I was back in contact with Steve and Joe, and finally I got on with a few people I could hang with. Everything in the house was still boxed up so I had spent the first night sleeping on the couch, the next day I had been busy unpacking most of my things. I decided to go visit Steve and check on his stitches because I knew how bad Steve was for keeping them in place. I pulled up to the address and grabbed a small bag. The house was how I pictured it. Lived in, not run down, but not like the new build houses that seem to replicate themselves all around the world. The house was nice, it was Hawaiian if it made sense. It fit into the settings unlike a lot of the newer houses dotted around. I walked to the front door and knocked waiting for an answer.
"You're late-" Steve said opening the door and then realising who was stood there. "And you're not Danny." He added glancing around looking for Danny I guessed.
"Morning to you too Steve." I smirked as he moved so I could walk into his house. Again it matched the outside, it looked lived in. Warm and friendly, pictures, objects scattered around. It was definitely a man's home, but a nicely decorated one.
"I thought you were Danny. What's up Nik?" Steve asked looking confused. I held up my bag and smiled at him.
"I came to check your stitches." I smirked as I saw the moment of panic cross Steve's eyes.
"They're fine." Steve said quickly as he moved over to the couch.
"Uh huh... well you wont mind me seeing them then." I said with a smile on my lips.
"Max did a great job, really, alright? No need to check them." Steve said shaking his head a little. I raised an eyebrow and stood there.
"Shirt off McGarrett." I ordered. "I never thought it would be so hard to get you topless." I teased as I put my bag down on the coffee table.
"Come on Nik, can't you just take my word?" Steve begged, backing away slightly as I took a step forward. I knew Steve was a bit of baby when it came to getting patched up, he always tried to avoid it if he could.
"Steve, in the five years I've known you, I've taken your word on three things." I said holding up three fingers "The first got me nearly blown up, the second got me into the worst bar fight of my life and the third... The third, you got a major infection and was rushed into emergency surgery. So no Steven, I can't take your word." I said firmly as I held my three fingers up to him.
"You are a lot like Danny." Steve said shaking his head. "Right down to using my full name." He added with a smirk.
"You're changing the topic." I pointed out, putting on some latex gloves.
"I was trying to, your making it hard." Steve teased with a smirk.
"Just take your top off. It'll take five minutes and you know how gentle I am." I said throwing Steve my version of puppy dog eyes. Steve sighed and looked me in the eyes.
"Arh, how do you do that?" Steve sighed shaking his head in defeat.
"Do what?" I asked innocently a smirk wanting to burst out.
"You know." Steve said taking off his shirt and dropping it on the coffee table. I walked over to him and started to unwrap the bandage. Unfortunately it wasn't the first time I had to do this to Steve and from experience I knew it wouldn't be the last time. I carefully removed the last of the bandage and placed it on the coffee table.
"Um, your kinda taller than me McGarrett." I said looking at the smaller plaster covering his stab wound.
"Yeah, I have noticed Nik." Steve chuckled as I looked up at him. I glared at him and Steve stopped laughing. "Sorry." He muttered.
"You will be." I said with an evil glint in my eye. I watched Steve sudden heighten senses kicked, the kind that only kicked in when you were in combat situations. I couldn't help but giggle a little as I went into my bag and pulled out everything I need to check and re-dress the wound.
"You are evil Logan." Steve huffed as he realised I was joking.
"I know." I smirked pulling out some fresh bandages. "Now, please, lay down on your couch so I can check the stitches." Steve sighed and laid down on the sofa, carefully. It was him being careful that told me the stitches were still sore. "You taking painkillers?" I asked as I carefully removed the gauze plaster.
"Yeah, but only when the pain gets worse." Steve said watching me remove the gauze.
"Good, has it been bad?" I asked as I examined the stitches, two had been bust open and there was some dry blood that needed cleaning up. Although for McGarrett, it was surprisingly good, usually they would been all bust open, blood covering everything and probably a small infection starting.
"Yeah, nothing I couldn't handle." Steve said resting his head back on the sofa and closing his eyes letting out a sigh.
"Good, but you know the drill. Any increase in pain, sweats, dizziness, nausea, you need to go straight to the hospital." I said pulling out some antiseptic wipes and press on stitches. From experience I'd learnt Steve popped stitches like most fat kids pop candy. I'd learnt to put press on stitches or glue where I could because they had the best chance of surviving giving Steve's knack for finding trouble.
"Yes Doctor Logan." Steve sighed and I knew if he had his eyes open he would have rolled his eyes at me.
"Ok, I need to clean the wound and put some more stitches on. Brace yourself." I said while softly running the antiseptic wipes over the wound. I heard Steve take a sharp breath in. "So why are you expecting Danny? It's a Saturday." I said taking his mind off the pain. Steve opened his eyes and looked at me.
"Umm. Nik, Victor Hesse is dead." Steve said looking me dead in the eyes. I paused for a moment then took out the press on stitches. I carried on like it meant nothing to me. "Nik? Nikita, did you hear me?" Steve asked touching my elbow.
"Yeah, I did. Hesse is dead." I said pressing on the first stitch. The emotion nearly completely gone from my voice as I worked.
"Son of a-" Steve cursed.
"How did he die?" I asked getting the second one ready.
"Hesse?" Steve asked momentarily confused from the pain.
"Yeah." I asked softly glancing at Steve.
"Someone slit his throat." Steve said slowing his breathing back to normal.
"So you and Danny were going to...?" I asked letting my sentence die off.
"We're were going to check it out." Steve said as I pressed on the second stitch. Steve took a sharp breath and let it out slowly. "The Governor doesn't want us near it." He added.
"Since when has that stopped you?" I asked putting on a new gauze and taping it to his chest.
"Good point." Steve smirked as he stood up. I pulled off my bloody gloves and grabbed a fresh bandage.
"You think Wo Fat ordered the hit?" I asked as I wrapped the bandage around his waist. Now if I was any other woman, it would be a perfect position to be in; because, let's face it, Steve isn't the most ugliest person in the world. Every port we hit, he had women lining up for a date, scowling at me for laughing with him. However after serving with him for nearly five years, to me, he was a big brother. I still had moments where I did admire God creation though- after all I am only human.
"Most likely." Steve sighed, he brushed a loose strand of hair behind my ear. "Are you ok Nik?" He asked softly as I looked up and met his eyes.
"Victors dead, now they're both gone. I... I'm-" I was cut off as someone knocked on the door and walked in.
"Seriously, what is it with you being topless around women?!" Danny asked with a smirk on his face as he strolled over to us. I blinked and looked down to the bandage as Steve looked over to Danny.
"She's fixing me up Danny." Steve said dryly. "And your late." He added as I finished the bandage.
"Yes, and do you want to know, why I'm late?" Danny asked as Steve pulled his shirt back on.
"Yeah." Steve said as his head popped through the top.
"I am late because someone told Grace that if Jacob Fenton tried to punch her again, she should put him in an arm lock and make him apologise! Not only did that someone tell my baby girl this, Steven, they showed her how to do! And as such, I have had to just go and explain to Gracie why she can't put Jacob Fenton's arm in an arm lock at school any more." Danny explained as his arms went flying in all directions. Steve smirked to me for a second before putting on a serious face to Danny. I shook my head and walked away.
"She asked me what she could do." Steve said trying to defend himself.
"She...she.. she is only 8! What were you thinking, teaching my daughter SEAL ninja moves like that?! She got into trouble at school for beating up the guy!" Danny yelled a little.
"Did he try to punch her again?" Steve asked softly.
"No, but that is not the point Steven!" Danny said as Steve smirked, a finger flying in Steve's direction.
"I think it is." Steve smiled folding his arms over his chest.
"And that is why I pray to God you never have children. They'd be a race of mini ninja Seals." Danny said shaking his head a little. In the time the two argued I had cleared all my things away.
"I dunno, it got the bully off her back." I said with a smile to Steve.
"Oh yeah sure babe, Ramboette would agree with you." Danny said throwing a hand in my direction before he put them in his pockets.
"Oink." I commented plainly and Danny looked at me utterly confused.
"Wha- What?" Danny asked looking for me to Steve and back again."Did, did she just? Did you just oink at me?" Danny asked utterly confused.
"You called me babe." I said plainly with a small shrug.
"I call everyone babe." Danny pointed out.
"Babe is a talking pig." I said plainly.
"I call everyone it." Danny repeated again as if that made it ok.
"I really don't like it." I replied. A playful smirk crossed Danny's lips.
"Why don't you like it, Babe?" Danny asked proud of his new nickname for me.
"It just winds me up." I said sighing a little.
"Well Babe, I think it's a great nickname." Danny shrugged.
"Danny." I said softly but firmly.
"Yes Babe?" Danny responded a wide smile on his lips.
"Danny." I said more firmly.
"Babe?" Danny asked and I turned to Steve and he threw his hand in the air.
"He's your partner, can't you make him stop?" I begged realising just what I had let myself in for.
"Danno has a law all of his own when it comes to annoying people." Steve smirked and I noticed Danny flinch slightly.
"Danno?" I asked looking at Danny. "Oh now that is sweet. I like that." I smirked at Danny.
"Fine Babe. It's on." Danny said firmly with another playful smirk on his lips.
"Sure thing Danno." I smirked back as Steve's phone rang.
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Steve went into the kitchen to take the call as I finished packing up all my medical supplies. I felt Danny's eyes on me watching me, I glanced over my shoulder and noticed him checking out my backside shamelessly.
"Like the view Danno?" I asked with a smirk as I stood up.
"It's a work of art Babe." Danny said with a quick wink. I smirked back shaking my head a little. "I gotta ask, Nikita, that's not English." Danny asked watching me closely.
"My father was Russian..." I shrugged softly and Danny nodded a little.
"So how long you staying on the island?" Danny asked putting his hands into his pockets and started to rock on his heels.
"I, I don't know now." I said pushing some loose hair out of my face. "I mean I came to bust Steve out and now he's out. I was going to go to The Alps but I don't think I will now. I should probably just get back." I explained with another shrug.
"England?" Danny asked me plainly.
"For the moment yeah." I said with a nod.
"My ex wife is from Liverpool." Danny shared with me and I nodded again. I took care to note the ex in the sentence. Danny wasn't the typical hunk guy like Steve, but there was something about him, his confidence or smirk, something I didn't mind seeing everyday. I liked Danny, he was most of the time, a great guy.
"I'm from the other side near York. Doubt you'd know-" I started to say when Danny smiled.
"York! Yeah the place with the Vikings! We visited a couple of times! I love that place!" Danny smiled at me.
"Wow, didn't take you to know this kinda stuff." I smirked as we sat on the couch, Danny shrugged a little.
"So you wanna go back?" He asked looking me dead in my eyes.
"You've seen England, would you?" I asked with a small laugh.
"Well I'd take Jersey over this pineapple hell hole any day." Danny said shaking his head.
"Not a fan I take it?" I smirked slightly sarcastically.
"The whole reason I'm here is because of Grace." Danny explained pulling out his wallet and showing me a picture of a small girl. She had the same eyes as Danny and grin with long dark hair.
"She's cute." I commented as Danny put his wallet away.
"She's all I had." Danny smiled at me.
"Had?" I asked confused.
"I moved here to be close to her at first. Then I got the job at 5-0 and got a new family." Danny explained. I pushed him a little and smirked.
"That's so sweet." I teased as Danny pushed me back.
"Shut up Babe." Danny said with a warm smile on his lips.
"Sure thing Danno." I teased smirking at him.
"That smart mouth is gonna get you in trouble soon." Danny teased back leaning a little closer to me.
"Oh really?" I asked raising an eyebrow.
"Yeah." Danny smirked at me. I shook my head and sighed as Steve walked back over to us looking troubled.
"What's up?" I asked as he reached us. He really didn't look too happy.
"HPD are handling the Hesse case. The Governor just called telling me to back off." Steve sighed. I lent forward resting on my knees.
"What if I, you know, investigate?" I asked with a smile. Steve shook his head and lost his smile.
"He knows about you, and your previous investigations into Wo Fat and his associates." Steve explained. I sighed shaking my head.
"So what now?" Danny asked confused.
"Well firstly I need to appoint the new member of our team." Steve said seriously putting his hands onto his hips.
"New member? We don't need a new member! We need Kono back! Not some, some Governor appointed moron who's just going to run back to the Governor every time we do something he doesn't like!" Danny said going into a mini rant, his arms moving around as fast as his mouth was working.
"Yeah, well the Governor's read the profile report, seen the persons track record and thinks they'll be the perfect stop gap for Kono." Steve said standing up and shaking his head.
"Oh well as long as he likes them!" Danny said sarcastically getting up. I stood up and grabbed my bag.
"I'll let you guys go." I said with a small smile. "I'll call you tonight Steve. Don't pick the stitches." I said firmly with a small nod.
"Ok, see you soon Nik." Steve said grabbing his gun and badge. I waved to Danny and walked to my car.
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I had just put the bag in the boot when Danny walked out of the house. He let out a small low whistle as he walked over to me and my car.
"Is that a mustang?" He asked checking out my car. I lent on the boot of the cherry red 2010 Mustang. I might not have had a lot but this was going to be my classic car to drive round Hawaii in when I retired. It just happened she was getting more use now.
"Sure is." I smirked tapping the paint work.
"Nice ride Babe." Danny said turning to me with another warm smile. I pushed myself off the boot and smirked.
"I like my cars." I said as we walked to the drivers side. "Hey Danny, do me a favour, make sure Steve doesn't pick the stitches, or get into too much trouble, please?" I asked, pleading for any help I could get.
"Ha! I thought you knew McGarrett?" Danny chuckled as I lent on my Mustang again.
"I do, that's why I'm asking for help." I smirked folding my arms over my chest.
"For you Babe, I'll try." Danny smirked with a wink. I smirked a little.
"You're a star Danno." I laughed as Steve walked out and over to us. "Well I guess you gotta go grab your poor innocent newbie. Let me know how it goes!" I joked as Steve reached us.
"Hey Nikita, raise your right hand." Steve said looking at me. I looked at him then Danny, the pair both had smiles plastered on their faces.
"Huh?" I asked confused, Steve rarely used my full name.
"Raise your right hand and repeat after me." Steve said seriously. I glanced to Danny for help.
"Go on." Danny said waving his hand. I slowly lifted my right hand, still confused about what he wanted me to do.
"I, insert full name, do solemnly declare that by my honour and conscious that I will act at all times to the best of my ability and knowledge, in a manner befitting an officer of the law" Steve said repeating something.
"I, Nikita Beth Logan, do solemnly declare that by my honour and conscious that I will act at all times to the best of my ability and knowledge, in a manner befitting an officer of the law." I repeated and the pair grinned at me like idiots.
"Welcome to the 5-0 Babe." Danny smirked as Steve passed me a badge.
"But, I'm on leave, I'm meant to be going back to the UN." I said looking down at the badge confused. I felt my stomach hit the ground as I looked at the gold badge in my hands. I caught it in the light as I felt like I might be sick.
"Yeah, chasing Wo Fat and his associates." Steve said as I met his eyes.
"How do you know that?" I asked softly.
"The Governor told me. He wants you on our team Nik." Steve said with a beaming smile. I shook my head a little.
"Steve..." I said softly, my eyes darting to Danny before I looked back at Steve.
"We both want Wo Fat. This is the best solution for everyone." Steve explained. "It's going to be like the old unit. I mean we can hunt down Wo Fat together." As soon as Steve said it was going to be like the old unit I felt a sharp pain in my right thigh where the scar was. I knew it was all psychological, but never-the-less it made me shift my weight to my left foot. My stomach started to go round and round like a washing machine.
"Steve, I'm on leave. What about my-" I started to argue when my phone rang. I pulled it out of my jeans and saw the number was from London. "Logan?" I said and watched the guys trade a look, clearly Steve knew who was calling me.
"Nik, how's Hawaii treating you?" My boss Edward asked. He was a Lieutenant Commander, but spent most of his time behind a desk. He was the head of my command back in Liverpool, he was arranging the transfer back to the UN Unit when I returned from my leave.
"Sunny and bloody. Why are you calling sir?" I asked plainly walking away from the guys. The feeling of emptiness in the pit of my stomach grew.
"You're being transferred to a unit on the island who are working the same case." Edward stated without any room for questioning.
"No, I'm not." I said firmly, shaking my head a little.. It wasn't that I didn't want to catch Wo Fat. It wasn't that I didn't like the guys in the 5-0, I was starting to get on really well with the them. The problem was Unit 9. We were a family, like Danny described 5-0, and we ended up broken and alone. I did not want that again. Ever. I worked in Units where I knew most of the team were office support and maybe one other field guy. I wasn't ready to loose a family ever again.
"Yes, you are Logan." Edward said firmly, a small groan of frustration followed his words. "The paper work was done yesterday, the request came on my desk from the Governor himself. He likes your track record. He thinks you'll keep that McGarrett in check." Edward added firmly, telling me it was going to happen whether I liked it or not.
"I don't care if the Pope himself asked me to join. I, I can't Ed, please." I begged Edward. The pit of my stomach felt so hollow that I didn't know what to do. I could feel my heart racing in anxiety at the thought of joining Steve's team.
"You're in Logan. The only way your getting out is by catching Wo Fat." Edward sated plainly.
"I-" I started to say when Edward cut me off.
"That's an order Commander." Edward snapped, clearly he was tired of me trying to argue the point any other way.
"Yes sir." I sighed. Sometimes being bound to rules sucked.
"Right, I want Sit Rep reports every month. Understand?" Edward asked plainly.
"Sir, yes, sir." I said plainly, I let out a small sigh as I pushed the hair off my face.
"Good. And Logan?" Edward asked softly.
"Sir?" I said softly, rubbing my forehead, I felt a headache coming on.
"Try to enjoy it a little." He said before hanging up. I groan and marched up to Steve pushing him away from Danny before either of them could speak.
"Hey, what the-" Steve said shocked holding his hands up.
"I need to talk to you. Now." I said firmly with a small growl. Steve took one look at me and nodded to Danny.
"We'll just be round back. Go watch the game or something, alright?" Steve asked Danny.
"Sure." Danny said glancing at me before walking back into the house. I marched round the back of Steve's house and turned to face him with a face like thunder. My heart was racing, the bottomlessness in my stomach made me feel like I was on a cliff edge about to jump into the unknown.
"How long have you been planning this?" I growled, keeping my voice low so that I wasn't shouting.
"I didn't plan anything Nik. The Governor looked into you when he realised you were here to help me." Steve said throwing his hands in the air trying to prove his innocence.
"Oh and you thought it would be a good idea drafting me in without asking my opinion?" I asked folding my arms over my chest. I was so mad and scared.
"I didn't get much of a say in it Nik! The Governor practically told me it was happening." Steve said shaking his head. "I thought you would be happy to join 5-0?" He asked looking at me utterly confused.
"Happy?!" I snapped pushing some loose hair behind my ear.
"Yeah happy. It would be like having the unit back again." Steve said and I snapped.
"I do not want to be part of your 5-0!" I said throwing my badge back at Steve.
"Why not?" Steve asked catching the badge.
"I don't need to answer you." I said and pushed past Steve marching to my car. I reached the drivers side of the Mustang when Steve jogged over to me.
"You want to catch Wo Fat?" Steve asked me, looking me dead in my eyes.
"Of course I do." I said firmly keeping my temper under control.
"Then why not join 5-0? You know how I operate, you know the good you could do as part of this team." Steve said raising his voice. As if on queue Danny opened the front door of the house and watched us. I shook my head looking from Danny to Steve.
"I can't join this team." I said climbing into my car and driving off as fast as my car would let me.
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I was so mad, I slammed my hands on the steering wheel as soon as I cleared Steve's house. I drove to my house chuntering to myself about how stupid Steve was for making me join his stupid 5-0 task force. All I wanted to do was head back to England, pass my final set of tests and return to a UN Unit. I pulled the Mustang into the drive and got out of the car with a heavy sigh. I slammed the car door hitching the small medical bag on my shoulder and walked towards the house. I pushed the hair out of my face as I growled a little to myself. Before I could unlock the door I heard my phone ring. I glanced down and it was Steve. I paused, looking at the phone. Half of me wanted to pick it up, tell him the truth. Tell him how scared I was. How I still woke up in cold sweats with the memory of every face that fell in Unit 9. I wanted to tell him how I wasn't ready to loose another family again, I couldn't bare having to face one more mother who lost a son or a husband. I just couldn't imagine having to tell Grace her dad wasn't coming home. I'd don't that too much already in my short life. Then the rage started to build again. The anger that let me move on, vow to kill the son of a bitch who brought my family to it's knees. The rage that burnt feeling the empty feeling in my stomach with something more, a purpose or a drive for pure revenge. I needed that rage, that flame inside me to keep burning. It got me up in a morning and got me through the tougher times. Revenge was really all I had left and I knew how terrible that sounded, but it was the truth.
"Screw it." I huffed hitting ignore and letting myself in the house. The downstairs was split into two halves, one was a large living area that led to double doors onto a small porch in the back. The other was an open plan kitchen dinner area, again with doors opening onto the small porch. I dropped the bag on the kitchen counter top and grabbed a glass of water. I was anger, I needed to vent the anger. I needed to work out on something. I put my glass on the side and raced upstairs. I changed into shorts and a vest top with my bikini under the clothes. I pulled my I-pod out of my jacket and put on some heavy metal music. I went to the back of the house where I had a punch bag set up. I started to punch the bag as the memory of that day flashed into my mind...
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Nearly Two Years Ago...
Po hang, South Korea.
We had successfully captured Anton Hesse, brother to Victor, and one half of a very nasty pair of weapons dealers. We had been hunting down the pair for years, each time we got close, something happened and they always seemed to get away. This time we had all made a vow to not let anything mess this up. We'd caught a break finding Anton trying to deal with some unfriendly Koreans. It was luck that we caught the break, but we were all glad to have made it. We were doing the final run before packing Hesse in the truck and leaving Korea.
"So what you doing when we get back Patch?" Rex, the driver of our vehicle asked as we went through last minute checks. Rex was a father of twin baby boys. I knew he was looking forward to finally seeing his kids in the flesh, that and some alone time with his wife.
"I am going to take a long, hot bath, with candles and rose pettles and enjoy not having to share with you guys!" I teased as I loaded the truck with my medical kit. "What about you?" I asked with a warm smile. The guys had become my family over the years, we all trusted each other with our lives and were ready to die for one another. It was the closest thing to a family I had. My parents had died in a car accident when I was twelve and I had bounced around foster homes until I was old enough to enlist in the Navy. Being in Unit 9 was the first time I had ever really felt like I had a family, a home. Even though the work was so hard, the hours terrible and the locations were generally less than desirable, I loved my job. I loved being the medic for this crazy team. I was however the only female in the Unit which meant I inherited a ton of brothers who were all protective of me. But I had shown my skill in the field and they all respected me as an equal.
"Bath, rose pettles, candles." Rex teased as I rolled my eyes as the rest of the guys let out a laugh.
"Rex! Are we ready to load up the package?!" Steve asked marching up to the back of the truck. As most of us were winding down Steve was still on full alert. He was just itching to get Anton into an interrogation room and get everything out of him.
"Sir, yes sir!" Rex said with a salute, and nodded to Steve as he climbed out and sat in the drivers seat. I smirked shaking my head at Steve who just looked clueless.
"What?" Steve asked innocently. Over the years me and Steve had become close, almost like a brother/sister relationship. There had never been a time when either of us wanted more, I knew he had someone, Catherine who had become a great friend of mine; and I was happy just travelling the world.
"Nothing, sir, nothing." I smirked as I grabbed my gun and checked it for ammo.
"Alright then." Steve smirked at me as he adjusted his gun strap.
"Though, you know, you don't have to be so sharp with everyone. We all know how much this package means. You realise half these guys just want to see their families?" I asked looking up at Steve.
"I know Nik, just, this is still a war zone, we're not safe until we're back on US soil. I just want to get everyone home. Remember France?" Steve asked looking at me and I sighed tightening my ponytail.
"Yes Sir." I stated coldly. I hated to remember France it was a messed up mission where Victor Hesse had gotten away and I was there.
"Prisoner on the move!" Chalky, one of the British team yelled as he and Sam marched Anton to the truck. Including myself there was five British members in Unit 9, we worked to make sure the intelligence was going to who needed it in the Navy, Army or Air Force on the British side. Having a joint Unit meant we had the back up of two nations, it helped when we needed Intel fast.
"Morning beautiful, you ridin' with me?" Anton asked with his Irish accent, smirking at me. I tightened my grip on my weapon and stepped out of the truck so Chalky and Sam could secure him in his seat. Anton blew me a kiss and I just stood there glaring at him.
"Eye's front!" Chalky barked at Anton pulling on his cuffs. Anton turned to Chalky and gave him a sarcastic smile.
"I was only sayin' hello to the lady." Anton laughed a little.
"Well just keep your eyes forward and we wont have an issue." Steve barked as I walked away checking the others were ready to leave.
Once we were loaded up we set off, we were riding to an air carrier that would ship us onto US soil where we could interrogated Anton. I was sat next to Steve facing Anton. Most of the ride was silent, Anton kept watching me and Steve and although it was unnerving, I put on my tough guy face. Being the medic on the team, I'd seen the worse of injuries and I had to lie more than I liked to wounded team members. Tell them they would be ok when I knew they wouldn't. So putting on a stone face came easy for me.
"You know it's funny," Anton said getting Steve's attention. "You don't look Hawaiian." Steve smirked at everyone sat around Anton.
"You're going to tell us everything." Steve said with a smirk.
"But you were born there, weren't you?" Anton kept on.
"Every terrorist cell you and Victor helped arm. Every supplier you worked with, all your trafficking systems. Everyone you've ever sold weapons to." Steve continued.
"Chasing my brother and I around the world for five years, a little doggy looking for a bone. You don't think we'd do our home work on you?" Anton asked as Steve's phone began to ring. Steve took out his phone and checked it, it was his father ringing. "You should get that, you don't speak to your father nearly enough." The phone rang a few more times as Anton and Steve had a big stare off.
"Dad." Steve said finally answering the phone. "You alright?" I watched as Steve looked at me for paper and a pen. I pulled them out of my pocket and passed them to him. My eyes darting to Anton who looked like he was loving every minute of it. I watched Steve wrote that he wanted the local PD to check out his fathers house. We passed it down the line to the communication officer. I watched as Anton just smirked as we realised what was happening. Victor had Steve's dad. He wanted to trade. "You're smart enough to know that's never going to happen." Steve said looking Anton dead in the eye. "Come on Victor you know how this works, we don't negotiate with terrorists. I'm not going to negotiate like this." Steve said plainly. "You kill him, you get nothing." Steve said looking at me. Suddenly Steve's body language changed. "Dad! I'm going to get you out of there, don't you worry. What? Lied to me about what? Dad what are you talking about? Dad? Dad! I swear to God I will hunt you down and I will kill you!" Steve yelled getting panicked.
"Hey, boom." Anton smirked to us. Steve and I glanced at each other at the same time before we heard the car in front of us blow up. The truck pulled to a sharp stop and everyone got their weapons ready as the communication's officer called for help. We had been ambushed. Suddenly Rex and passenger were shot dead as bullets hailed in from above. Chalky kicked down the back door and was welcomed by the back car exploding in his face.
"Steve!" I yelled getting my bag and sliding down to Chalky's side. He was burnt badly on the front of his face and body. "Chalky, come on breath Chalky!" I said checking his pulse and airways. The burns were nasty and if he was alive, he would need to be evacuated as soon as possible.
"We've got in coming!" Steve yelled as he laid down covering fire over me. I checked Chalky's pulse but got nothing.
"He's dead." I announced getting to my feet and pulling my weapon to hand. People were shouting man down all over the fire fight. We were trapped in the truck. "I need to get out there, people are dying." I growled shooting some covering fire for the couple of men I could see from the truck.
"We need to move!" Steve snapped grabbing Anton and yanking him up. He pushed Anton through the top hatch and then climbed out while laying down covering fire as I climbed out. The place was a war zone, dead and dying team members where everywhere. I'd never seen anything as bad before. We jumped off the front of the truck and landed with a thud on our backs. We went round the back of the burnt out car for cover, Steve dragging Anton back. He pulled Anton in front of himself as I covered our back. I shot a few of Anton's men. One of Anton's men aimed at Steve but didn't fire at us, since Steve had Anton in front of him. Suddenly Sam ran backwards into the line of fire.
"No no! Get down! Sam!" Steve cried out but it was too late. The guy shot Sam dead and his body fell to the floor. Steve pulled Anton behind as he shot the guy in return fire. Anton took it as a chance to run and I followed him without thinking about it.
"Don't make me shoot you!" I yelled making Anton freeze on the spot.
"Now Nik, why would you do that?" Anton asked turning to face me, a smirk on his face.
"Don't move!" I said aiming at his vest. Anton took one quick step forward and kicked the gun out of my hand. We both dived for it at the same time and fought. I got a few punches in but Anton used both his hands to hit me hard across the face. I fell to my knees and went for the gun but in the scramble he grabbed it first.
"Get up!" Anton said waving the gun in my face. I spat out some blood and I held my hands out, slowly got to my feet. "Turn around!" Anton order and I did. I felt him grab me round the neck and pull me back to him. "I always wanted to get this close to you." Anton whispered into my ear. I wanted to attack him but he had the advantage, he had the weapon.
"Well live it up Anton, it's the only time you're ever getting this close!" I growled as Steve turned and realised what was happening.
"Put the gun down!" Steve ordered Anton, his gun aimed at Anton.
"I think you should put yours down Commander." Anton said smugly. "That is if you don't want me to shoot Logan's pretty little head off." Anton added as I felt the gun being pressed against my skull.
"Just shoot him already!" I yelled and Anton tugged me back hard, squeezing my throat slightly with his arm.
"Put the gun down, last warning Anton!" Steve yelled but Anton wiggled me around so I was covering all Steve's easy shots. We needed Anton alive, to get Steve's dad, to get the evidence we needed. He had to live. I looked to Steve and saw him realise it too.
"Looks like I'm the one in charge now!" Anton joked smirking throughout. I caught Steve's eye and nodded slowly. He had the same plan as me, and it was the only one.
"Do it." I said clamping my eyes shut. Seconds later I heard the gun shot, and not even a second after that I felt the red hot pain of the bullet passing through my leg and into Anton's. He yelled, letting me drop to the floor as he stumbled backwards. I opened my eyes to see Anton raise the gun to my head. I was sure I was about to die just like the rest of the Unit. I took one big breath and held it, looking Anton dead in the eyes.
"No! No don't do it!" Steve screamed, shooting Anton before he could shoot me. Steve raced over to Anton to check on him,but Steve had always been a good shot. He'd killed Anton to save me.
"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." I muttered as I felt the burn in the top of my right thigh. I looked down and it was a mess. There was mud and blood coating my leg and the pain was so strong that I thought I was going to throw up. Steve turned to me with tears in his eyes, he knew it too. He had just lost his father.
That day we lost everyone in the Unit. Everyone but me and Steve. That day Steve lost his father too. That was the worst day I had ever had. I lost my family that day and there was no way I was about to invest in another family to have them killed just as easy.
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