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Kono remembered Steve teasing Danny about his claustrophobia once. She had found it funny too; the Mainlander with all of his bluster terrified of enclosed spaces.

It didn't seem so funny now. Entering a tunnel where monsters were hiding. Oh, sure she knew they were called Wesen, but that didn't change the situation. And while all the Hawaiian Wesen so far had drawn back at Danny's shift, she was sure that was more due to surprise than anything else. She couldn't imagine Danny being more dangerous than the Hawaiians. She had seen for herself the dangers that lurked in the depths of the ocean. A wolf, just couldn't compare.

But Danny didn't seem to realize that. He was stalking his way through the tunnel as if he had every confidence that anything he faced was not going to be more dangerous than him.

"You don't seem settled." Hank commented to her.

"Worried things might go wrong." She replied.

"Don't think about that." He returned, "That'll mess with your head. Focus on the situation. Don't think about what they are. Think about what they will do. Think about that little girl. Think about what they might do to her. Focus on that. If I had my way, you wouldn't be here right now."

"Because I'm a woman?" She challenged.

"No." He shook his head, "Because we haven't had time to get you used to all of this. You haven't seen enough Wogers to get comfortable with it."

"And how many is enough?" She asked.

"Depends upon the person." He shrugged, "Took me nearly three weeks to get really comfortable with the idea. Longer not to flinch upon seeing it. Sometimes I still flinch."

"And Nick?"

"He's seen more. More of them and more types. This isn't an easy world you've stepped into. Find your footing quickly. Focus on what's important. It's not what they are. It's what they do."

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Steve had heard enough gunfire in his time to know when he heard them. Even if they were a distance off and muffled by concrete and steel.

He smiled to himself. His team had found them. They were coming for them.

"Get behind me Grace." He instructed the young girl, "And don't move."

"Danno's coming." Grace grinned, somewhat savagely, "The Wolf is at the door. And he'll huff and he'll puff and he'll blow the house down. And if that doesn't work, he'll just blow it up."

"Has anyone ever told you that you are a vicious child?" Steve asked bluntly.

"I don't let it show." Grace replied, even as she retreated behind Steve, "Danno doesn't like it when I let my teeth show."

The phrasing was odd, Steve noted. But he didn't have time to think about or question why.

The door opened once again; one of the older captors darted in. Steve barely had time to register the human face, before it shifted. Despite the number of times it had occurred, it still shocked Steve, catching him off-guard.

He recovered quickly, but not quickly enough; Grace had been snatched from behind Steve and dragged into a corner.

A gun barrel was pressed against her temple and an arm was wrapped around her neck.

"Let her go." Steve instructed, "She's just a kid."

"A baby rat!" He snarled, "A little thief! A Haloe!"

"A child. A Keiki. Look at her, she's terrified."

"Rats bring fleas. They've caused too much harm already."

"What harm has she done? She's just a child."

"Shut up!" He snapped, "You stay right where you are. And you don't make a sound. You warn anyone that I am here, and I'll kill her."

Steve knew he couldn't do anything. The man held Grace firmly, there was no possible way she could wriggle free, and with the gun to her head, she wouldn't even try. She wouldn't make a sound either, she was clearly terrified; her eyes so wide they were nearly falling out of her head.

"I'm going to kill one Haole today." He declared, "Your only choice is whether it is her or her father."

Trying to make the decision between Danny and Grace was impossible. Steve cared for both of them deeply. However, he knew that Danny would kill him if he knew that Steve could have saved Grace and didn't; even if that meant Danny's own death.

He couldn't see a way out of the situation. For all intents and purposes, Steve was completely useless. He was pinned bait in a corner, easily visible from the open doorway; however Grace and her captor were in a position where they could see everyone coming through the doorway and Steve, but not be seen themselves, until it was too late.

All Steve could do was be a witness. And hope and pray that Danny could somehow pull a miracle out of his bag of tricks.

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Sorry the chapter is so short. It just needed to end here.

Please Review. Thank you to my reviewers for the last chapter:

DaemonWolfe – Nick is finding the general reaction to Grimms rather frustrating

Cautionald – Yeah, Steve's not having a fun time here.

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