Chapter 4

All mistakes are my own.

"Julie, Julie! I'm coming!" Danny shouted into the phone.

A shrill scream drove him from his chair and across the office. "Kono, I need backup!"

Kono didn't question the young officer as he dashed past his cubical. He jumped up and followed Danny outside and down the Palace stairs.

Danny jumped into the car and hit the gas before Kono's door was fully closed. The squeal the tires made was worthy of McGarrett himself.

"What's wrong Bruddah?" Kono asked, snapping the seatbelt as the car careened around a corner.

"Something's happened to Julie." He replied, gripping the steering wheel tighter.

Kono picked up the radio mic. "5-0 to dispatch. I need two cars for back up." he gave Dan's address.

"Dispatch to 5-0, two cars en route."

Danny fidgeted the entire drive and he made it to his apartment in half the time. As soon as the car stopped moving, he was out the door and up the stairs. Kono stopped him from charging straight into his apartment. They drew their guns upon finding the door ajar.

They burst into the apartment and quickly cleared the main rooms and the bed and bath. It was hauntingly empty.

As he re-entered the living room, Danny spotted the phone laying on the floor.

"Julie!" Danny shouted. There was no answer.

"No sign of her." Kono called as HPD arrived outside.

Danny surveyed his living room, noticing for the first time the signs of a struggle. The phone was on the floor, a lamp knocked over. Then he noticed that his bedroom door was splintered near the lock, someone must have kicked it in to get her.

"Danny, help me! He is in here!" Her words echoed inside his brain. She sounded so scared. Was she hurt? Where was she?

Kono's hand on his shoulder startled him from his thoughts. "You go radio this in, I'll handle things in here."

"Thanks, Kono." Danny hurried down the stairs and sat down in his car. "Williams to dispatch."

"Dispatch, go ahead."

"I need forensics and Che Fong down here at my apartment. There has been a kidnapping." Danny gave his address again to save time. "And I need an APB out on a female Caucasian, age 23. Five - foot seven, long blond hair and blue eyes."

"Copy." the radio crackled. "Dispatch out."

Danny leaned his head against the steering wheel, composing himself. He should have stayed with her today. Or at least taken her to work with him. Maybe she would have been bored but she would have been safe. He screwed up, again.

He pressed the button again. "Williams to Dispatch."

"Dispatch, go ahead."

"Patch me through to McGarrett." Danny said.

A few minutes later, his boss' voice came over the speaker. "McGarrett."

Danny found himself shaking. He took a steadying breath. "Steve, she's gone."

Steve made it to the condo in record time. He found Williams in the middle of a group of HPD officers. He was busy passing around a sketch to the men along with a photo of his cousin. When the men dispersed, Steve went over to him.

"Bring me up to speed." He told his second.

"Kono is interviewing neighbors, Chin is tightening down the airports and docks." Danny swallowed hard. "Steve, I messed up."

"Calm down, Danno. Just tell me what happened." Steve listened as Danny gave him a condensed version of Julie's stalker problem. He nodded at the end of it and called an officer over. "Duke, get some men and start going over abandoned warehouses, storage units, anywhere he could hide the girl. Think of what you would do if you were not from the island."

Duke nodded and hurried off with the orders.

Steve motioned to the sketch. "Is that him?"

"Yeah." Danny handed it to him. "That's the best she could do. She never got much of a look at him."

McGarrett nodded and placed a hand on his shoulder. "We'll find her."

Danny knew he was right, he just prayed that she would be alive.

Julie woke, her head pounding in waves. Was she still hung over? She could feel something warm and sticky trickling down the side of her cheek. As her senses slowly came back to full consciousness, so did her memory. She wasn't hung over, she's been kidnapped!

Her eyes snapped open and her head screamed at her as the light pierced them. "Ugh." she closed her eyes until the throbbing eased. It was then that she realized that her hands were securely tied behind her.

She paniced. She yanked at the ropes that bound her. They were tight and had no give. When she tired herself out, she had nothing to show for it except raw wrists. She took deep breaths to calm herself.

Julie slowly sat up and looked around. The room was small and covered in sand. The light in the room came from a small window set high on the wall, near the ceiling. She could her the pounding of the nearby surf.

She was close to a beach? If she screamed, would anyone hear her? She decided against it. Danny had often told her about small hidden beaches that locals liked to use because of the lack of people around.

Before she could think another thought, she heard a door open. She quickly lay back down and pretended to be unconscious still.

A lock to her room was drawn back and the door swung open. It was re-closed. Slow footsteps walked over to her.

Julie fought hard to stay expressionless and still as a rough, calloused hand touched her face. She shuttered inwardly as the unwanted caresses.

"Still asleep?" A man's voice said. She could never forget that voice, it was the same as the one the phone! "That's okay. We have all the time in the world. I've watched you for so long, just waiting for this moment. And how perfect is it that we get to be in paradise?"

He chuckled as he left the room, locking the door behind him.

She waited for his footsteps to recede before she curled into a ball, crying softly.

Please, Danny, find me!" she whispered to the air.