Chin smiled at the man walking toward him and held out his hand as he got closer. Scott Daily had owned and operated Daily tours for the last 22 years, before that it had belonged to his uncle. The Na Pali coast was one of his favorite places for kayaking and Scott often called him when he had some time to spare. It didn't happen often, but when it did, Chin jumped at the chance to help out. This time it would just be the two of them, and that would give them a chance to catch up on the last few months.

"Hey, Brah, glad you could make it," Daily told him and chest bumped his friend.

"Thanks for inviting me. I've missed the coastline and Lana's cooking," Chin told him.

"Sometimes I think my wife's cooking is the only reason you come to see me," Daily said.

"Not the only reason, but a man knows good cooking when he tries it. How is Lana?"

"Considering she's carrying twins and thinks she's as big as a house she's doing good. Grouchy and snarky…"

"She always was snarky…remember when she decked that idiot who cut you off?"

"How could I forget? The guy threatened to sue us until they charged him with reckless endangerment," Scott said as they walked toward his home. "Did you have breakfast?"

"You're kidding right? I knew what time I'd get here and knowing Lana she'd make me eat anyway…"

"Chin Ho Kelly, get your beautiful ass up here and give me a hug if you can wrap your arms around me that is," Lana Daily ordered and was soon engulfed in the man's strong arms.

"You are as beautiful as a spring flower," Chin told her.

"And you're still full of crap," she said and released him. She smiled as the two men stood on either side of her ad wrapped their arm around her as they walked into the house.

"Is that oatmeal muffins I smell?" Chin asked.

"With pineapple and bananas," Lana told him. "When Scott told me you were coming for a visit I figured it was time to dust off the recipe."

"You're a lucky man, Scott," Chin said.

"I know," Scott said and kissed his wife's cheek as they entered the kitchen. "Coffee?"

"Sounds good," chin said and produced a small package as he sat down. "I brought you something, Lana."

"For me?" the woman asked and looked at the red velvet box. "What is it?"

"Open it and see," Chin told her and smiled when her eyes lit up at the gift in the box. It was an antique cameo that had once belonged to his mother and she'd told him he should not part with it until he was sure it belonged with the woman he'd chosen.

"I can't take this…"

"Yes, you can," Chin said and took it from the box. He placed the sterling silver chain around her neck and smiled. "My mother told me to give it to a woman who understands what it means to love and be loved. You are carrying two babies and you already love them. You deserve it, Lana, and I hope you understand why I chose to give it to you now."

"Close your mouth, Lana, you're catching flies again," Scott teased his wife. "Chin, you've done the impossible and managed to render my wife speechless."

"Keep it up, Scott, and you'll be sleeping in the doghouse tonight," Lana told him.

"We don't even have a doghouse."

"Then you'll be sleeping on the ground."

"Come on, Love, you know you couldn't do that to me. What would our children think…what's wrong?" he asked as she yelped and placed her hand on her stomach.

"I believe our children are in full agreement with me," Lana said as one of the babies kicked again.

"Are you okay?" Chin asked as she sat down.

"I'm fine, Chin, the babies are just energetic lately. One of them kicked Scott out of bed last night," Lana answered.

"You've got less than two months now right?" Chin asked.

"That's right, but Dr. Chong says she might not let me go full term if the babies show signs of distress. So far we've been very lucky and I've always been healthy as a horse…a Clydesdale," she told him and smiled as her husband took the muffins from the oven. She dabbed at her eyes as tears spilled from them and knew her hormones had kicked into overdrive.

"Honey, maybe I should stay home."

"No, Scott, I'm fine…besides it's not like you're leaving the state. You'll be close enough that I can call you. Eat breakfast and give me some time to catch up on my reading," Lana told him.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure, but eat first," she ordered and rested her hand on her belly as the two men sat at the table.

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The plane landed at a little after seven, but they were not allowed to leave until a dark van pulled up near the stairs that had been placed by airport workers.

"Now, here's how we do this," Juanita told them. "Kono and I are going to leave the plane and get into the van. Once she's secured then Carlos and Dante will escort Commander McGarrett down the stairs. If either of you try anything, the other person will pay for it…understood?"

"Understood," Kono said.

"Commander?"

"Understood," McGarrett snapped as Dante pointed a gun at his right temple. He could see the anger in Kono's eyes before they forced her to stand up and walk toward the open door.

"Don't think Juanita won't shoot her, Commander, I assure you she will not hesitate now that we are on home ground," Dante told him as Carlos stood in the doorway.

"They're in the van," Carlos said.

"All right, McGarrett, it's your turn," Dante said and moved aside so the captive could walk ahead of him. He would be a lot happier once this man was secured inside the vehicle. It would take them at least six hours to reach the compound and he knew Carlos had called ahead so that his padre would meet them there.

The Compound was a place in The Sierra Madre Mountains, an area uncivilized, but for a few who enjoyed being part of Juanita's Padre's militia group. Benito Gonzales was a strong man who'd fathered two children…a boy and a girl. Dante knew Benito loved them both, but he was going to give his power to his son. That was a mistake as far as Dante was concerned, because Antonio Gonzales was the weaker of the siblings.

Kono looked up as McGarrett made his way down the stairs with Dante following close behind. She wished there was something she could do, but the gun Juanita Garcia pointed in Steve's direction made it impossible for her to act. To do anything now would be stupid and just get McGarrett killed, and right now they needed each other.

"Have you ever slept with your boss, Kono?" Juanita asked.

"No," Kalakaua answered softly.

"Why not? The man's not hard on the eyes and he's well built. Don't tell me you'd rather be with a woman? I mean there's nothing wrong with that…I've tested those waters myself, but I find it isn't quite the same," Juanita told her and opened the back of the vehicle when the three men reached it. She smiled and motioned McGarrett inside as the driver held a gun against Kono's temple.

"Put your hands behind your back, McGarrett!" Dante ordered once they were inside and the back doors were closed. He waited for the man to do as he ordered and motioned for the driver when the SEAL didn't move fast enough. "Don't make me repeat myself, McGarrett!"

Steve knew he had no choice and put his hands behind his back. He felt his arms yanked and plastic ties wrapped around his wrists before he was shoved face down on the floor. His ankles were tied and a length of chain attached to them before a musty smelling blanket was thrown over him. He heard Kono curse and then Juanita warned her to be quiet or he would pay the price as the van pulled away from the airplane.

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Max Bergman looked at the results of the tests he'd run on Cheryl Caine. The woman had been sexually molested before she was strangled and he knew he had to keep his emotions in check. This was the part of his job he hated, but it was necessary if he was going to help find out exactly what happened to her.

The post mortem bruises told a story all their own and he hoped John Randolph was burning in hell for what he'd done. The fact that someone had murdered and marked him with the sign of the devil was not lost on him. The bastard deserved it if his rap sheet was any indication, and more often than not it was. He looked up as Duke Lukela knocked on his door and he motioned the officer inside.

"Good morning, Lieutenant, I wish I had some news for you, but aside from the preliminary reports there's nothing new."

"Tell me what you do have," Lukela ordered.

"The marks on her neck were made by John Randolph. The DNA samples will be in later today," Bergman told him.

"Was she assaulted?"

"Yes, and I've sent the samples off to be tested against Randolph," Max answered.

"None of the prints at her hotel room match Randolph, so she must have met up with him after she left her room. We showed his picture around and no one recognized him," Lukela explained as Bergman showed him his findings.

"Did you get in touch with her family?"

"Yes, they should be here sometime tonight depending on whether or not they could get a flight," Lukela advised. "I hate this part of the job…family shouldn't have to face a loss like this."

"I agree, but as long as there are men like Randolph you'll be needed," Bergman observed and pointed to the pictures taken by the officer at the scene. "As you can see the marks on his head were done in a hurry…with no concern as long as they were legible. The cross on Cheryl Caine was done more slowly and with care…see how the lines are almost identical in length and depth. Whoever did this didn't care about Randolph, but he wanted to make sure he showed respect for the victim."

"You sound like you respect the man who did this?"

"Not respect, but I'm not sorry that he killed Randolph. At least he won't be able to hurt anyone else. I don't condone what he did, and I'm going to do everything I can to help you find him," Bergman vowed.

"Good, I'd hate to think this guy is out there and making himself judge, jury, and executioner," Lukela told him. "Call me if you come up with anything else."

"I will," Bergman said and returned his attention to the results of the tests. He knew Lukela was right, but there were times when he would rather not go after someone who was making their lives easier.

TBC