Following her down the hall, Steve had an overpowering feeling that he did know this girl. But if this was the Lindsay he knew, why didn't she say anything last night when she was at his house? They reached her office and Lindsay stood holding the door open for the two men to walk in. Closing the door, she headed over to her desk and sat down in the chair. "So, these questions," Steve asked watching her adjust in her chair, "what are they pertaining to?" Lindsay began to answer him, but didn't look at him right away. "A patient who came in last week, he had been beaten up, middle aged, brown hair, about your height. Know anything about him?" Steve darted his eyes from Lindsay, wondering if she thought it was him that did it. "Why do you think that I would know anything about that?" "Just answer my question please, Lieutenant." She was starting to sound more like the Lindsay he knew, he knew at some point that he would have to confront her about it. "No , I don't know anything about him," he said putting on the same tone as she did. Rolling back in her chair she grabbed a file off her filing cabinet, throwing it down on her desk in front of Steve. "Oh, really? You know nothing about this man? Because when your name came up a lot while I was talking to him after he came in." Steve sat forward in his chair a bit, knowing that she knew, but he wasn't going to give in that easy. "What are you getting at here doctor?"
Lindsay was getting angry at Steve for not admitting that he was the one who beat up the man. She assumed the same stance that Steve was in, both of them seeming to forget that Danny was in the room. She wasn't only angry at him for not admitting, but she was also angry at him for forgetting her, and for leaving her in the first place. "I know that you were the one who beat him up Lieutenant! And because of you he's lying in a bed upstairs for at least two more weeks because of internal bleeding." Instead of trying to defend himself again, Steve turned to Danny and asked him to wait outside, which surprised Lindsay somewhat. Danny nodded and left her office, when he closed the door Steve turned back to Lindsay. "That guy deserved everything that was coming to him. He helped the man who killed my father, Lindsay." She was still angry at him, and didn't want to mimic his quiet tone. "I know they killed your father Lieutenant, after I asked the guy who did it to him, and he told me it was you I did some research because I didn't believe that the Steve McGarrett I knew would do that to someone! But apparently you've changed a lot since you left. I bailed your ass out AGAIN. I didn't call the police, I skimmed some details, forgot to chart a few things so YOU wouldn't get in trouble. I guess that's something that's never going to change." After finishing her rant, her eyes went wide, realizing exactly what she had said. She started to tear up because of all the emotions coursing through her, and instead of waiting for Steve to reply, she got up and headed for the door. But before she could reach it, Steve was standing in front holding onto the door handle.
Steve didn't know what to say after that. It WAS Lindsay. The fact that she didn't turn him in and that he could tell she was so angry at him left him not knowing how to respond. He stood there looking at the girl with tears in her eyes. She looked up at him, tears falling down her cheeks now, "Steve, you're too close to this. Why didn't you let someone else handle this?" He dropped his hand from the handle, "Lindsay, they killed my father. He was the only thing I had left." Lindsay's expression started to change, "He wasn't the only one you had left, you walked away from everyone else, remember?" Lindsay grabbed the handle and opened the door quickly running out it. Steve watched her go, but didn't go after her. He stood in her office for a couple minutes before Danny walked in. He looked at Steve confused and concerned, pointing a thumb at the door. "I'm guessing you knew her?" Steve was looking down at the floor, but looked up to answer Danny. "Yeah, a long time ago." "Unfinished business, that explains the yelling. Something that doesn't explain, however, is this whole you beating someone thing," Danny grabbed the file of Lindsay's desk looking at the picture of the man. "He was one of the guys who helped Victor Hesse. Before you say anything, I know I shouldn't have done it, but it was a bad night and the guy just kept asking for it and my anger got the best of me." Danny put the file back down on the desk before heading over to the door, looking at Steve. "You could have called man, I would have gotten some guys, and we could have busted him." "I know, I thought of that. But at the time pounding his face in seemed like a much better idea. Like I said, it was a bad night." Danny nodded slightly in understanding and dropped the subject. "You wanna get out of here? Or do you have to hunt down your unfinished business?" Steve started towards Danny, "No, let's just get out of here."