"Aly. Aly," Steve called into the phone, his voice getting more insistent. "Dammit." The phone had not disconnected, so Steve could hear the rustling (of the sheets?) on the other line along with something that sounded like chocking? A cold chill ran through Steve's body. He could hear rattling on the line and voices.

"Quickly," a heavily accented man's voice barked.

"I did what you asked," a woman's voice. I don't want to….," she was cut off by another male voice speaking a language that sounded like Spanish, but was not. Portuguese, Steve guessed. Steve did not understand all of it, but got the gist. The man was telling the woman to do as she was being told.

Steve picked up his desk phone and called Sergeant Kama. "Sergeant. Its McGarrett. The officer on duty outside of Officer Grant's room…" but Kama interrupted.

"I know. He already radioed in. She went into convulsions. The doctor is in with her now."

"It's a diversion. He needs to be in there," Steve insisted.

Kama was silent, listening to reports coming in. "They are taking her to ER."

"No," Steve barked into the phone, "he needs to stop this."

"Okay," Kama did not sound sure.

Steve hung up and called hospital security.

"This is Steve McGarrett, Five-O. Put the hospital on lockdown immediately. Nobody in. Nobody out."

The security guard mumbled something that sounded like an affirmative and Steve hung up the phone. He listened to his cell. He heard more rustling, more rattling and then a low moan that he assumed was Aly and which chilled his blood as he wondered what they were doing to her.

Steve was running for the door. He needed to get to the hospital. Danny looked up with a question on his face. Steve just said one word, "Aly," and Danny was racing for the car right along with Steve.

Even with lights and sirens, the trip to the hospital took fifteen minutes. Steve said nothing during the whole trip. His jaw was clenched and his eyes were on the road.

The left the car by the front entrance along with several other cruisers that had assembled and all of which still had the lights going.

Steve ran into the room, to find it empty. The bed had been tossed. He found Aly's phone buried among the covers. Seargant Kama came in. "Commander. Will you come with me, please. There is somebody that needs to talk to you."

Steve followed Kama. His heart skipped a beat when he was escorted into a trauma room and he saw several doctors and nurses clustered around the bed. At the command from Kama, the medical personnel moved out of the way, although they did not stop their work. On the bed, was a young police officer– the same one Steve saw this morning. The shoulder of his uniform was soaked with blood. The young man, took off the oxygen mask and tried to sit up, but Steve put a firm, but gentle hand on the uninjured shoulder. He checked the man's name tag.

"Officer Nakamura, please tell me what happened." Steve hoped that his voice did not betray his raging emotions. It looked like the kid did all that he could.

"I am sorry, Commander," the young man said. "As soon as I got Sarge's call, I went after them. They were not going to the ER, they were taking Officer Grant to the exit. I chased them and tried to stop them, but they started firing. They also put a gun to Grant's head so I needed to stop. I did not want to risk her life. I pursued as best as I could, but when I got outside, one of the people from the car shot me. I am sorry Commander," Nakamura repeated. Steve saw that the kid was upset.

"Thank you, Officer." Steve said, "You did well and I appreciate the information." Steve saw the officer visibly relax. "What happened to the people moving her?"

"I only saw two men. I had assumed that they were orderlies," said Nakamura. "They got into the car too. It was a black sedan, but it did not have license plates."

"There was a woman too." Steve insisted.

"I am sorry, Commander. I only saw the two men." Steve looked over at Kama, who stepped up to the officer to take a description of the woman to pass to the other uniformed officers. Just as Kama was raising his radio to his lips, Steve's phone rang.

"McGarrett," he snapped. Steve listened for a few minutes and his face got even bleaker.

"Never mind, Sarge," he told Kama, "Detective Williams just found her. She was behind the dumpster with a bullet to the back of the head.

Danny had joined Steve. He had an evidence baggy with two syringes. Steve took them gingerly and walked over to a doctor who was filling out paperwork. "Doc – can you please tell me what was in these two syringes?

The doctor looked at the labels. "This one, he pointed to the first syringe is an anesthetic – if the whole syringe was used, this person will be out for at least twenty-four hours. We use it on patients with traumatic injuries to keep them fully sedated during recovery." The doctor looked at the other syringe, and his face darkened with concern. "I cannot understand what this would be used for. It's a Serotonin inhibitor. This much would cause convulsions in just about anybody." Steve thanked the doctor and headed to Alyssa's room.

The CSU Team was already there sweeping for clues. Unfortunately, it was clean except for something that made Steve's heart clench with concern.

"Blood," one of the techs called out. "On the sheets. Just a small smear, Commander," Steve thought that the Tech was trying to be reassuring. He had a sinking feeling he knew how that blood got there. Alyssa's stitches had torn either during the convulsions or while she was being moved.

Kono ran into the room followed by Chin. "What do we know? Where is she?" Kono demanded.

"We don't know anything right now," Steve said, then his eyes got very hard and cold and he said, "but I know how we can find out."

The drive back to police headquarters was tense and quiet.

Steve did not seem to hear any of the greetings as he walked through he station and toward the holding cells. He had the officer on duty open the one with the man who tried to take Alyssa. Danny noted with concern that Steve did not leave his sidearm in the storage lockers as per policy; this was not going to be pretty. As soon as the cell door was unlocked, Steve barreled in and grabbed the unsuspecting man by the throat. With the momemtum and with the strength of his rage, Steve pinned the man up against the wall of the cell. The next moment Steve had the barrel of his Sig Sauer buried under the man's chin.

"I am going to ask this once only, and then I am going to splatter your brains on the ceiling of this cell," Steve snarled into the man's ear. "Where was Officer Grant taken and why?"

"Who?" the man seemed genuinely confused.

"The woman you tried to kidnap." Steve growled.

"I have no idea what you are talking about. I want my lawyers." The man was trying to bluff, but Steve had no time or patience for the game. Both he and Danny heard the unmistakable sound of the safety being released.

"Steve, don't," Danny said in a warning tone that Steve ignored.

"Lets try this again. So we understand each other – I have nothing to lose and I don't care what happens to you. Now where are they taking Grant and why?"

The man was visibly shaken by what he saw in Steve's eyes.

"Okay," he said. "They are taking her to Brazil. My boss is sick. He needs a transplant. She's a match."

"Your boss is Salvador Encinas?" The man nodded. Now the blood tests that Alyssa mentioned made sense. The trafficing ring was clearly an Encinas operation so they were killing two birds with one stone. Maybe there were checking for diseases, but also for a potnetial match. Alyssa was apparently the lucky one, Steve thought cynically. Of course she would be a match. She was Encinas's daughter.

"Where in Brazil?"

"About an hour west of Brasilia. He has a compound there. He's real sick so its going to happen soon, you'll never get there in time," he taunted.

It took all of Danny's strength to keep Steve from turning on the man and doing something that would certianly cost both of them their badges.

Steve had his cell phone to his ear as he was packing his tactical gear into a duffle. "Yeah. Brazil. I need to be wheels up ASAP. Yes, its critical. Flying into NAS Rio de Janeiro? Thank you. I will owe you. Wheels up in an hour? I'll be there. Thanks again."

Steve looked up to see Danny standing in the door arms crossed. "You are going to Brazil, aren't you?" the tone was accusing.

Steve spread his hands. "I've got no choice. I have to get her back." Danny noted the firm resolve in Steve's voice, but also saw the fear tinged with desperation in his eyes. Danny finally realized how much this young woman actually meant to his friend.

Danny appeared to consider Steve's answer. He glowered at him for a moment, then broke into a smile. "Then I guess it's a good thing that I have already packed for the trip," he said, reaching behind the door for his own duffle. "When do we leave?"

"Danny, I can't ask this of you," Steve started.

"You aren't asking me, I'm telling you," Danny retorted. "Are we going or not?"

Steve looked at his friend, "Thank you," he said quietly. There was nothing else to say.

Danny put a hand on Steve's shoulder. "We'll get her back. We'll get her back."

As the two men were walking out with bags in hand, they saw Kono and Chin approaching. The fact that both had duffles was not lost on either one. "Not going without us, I hope," Chin said.

"Guys, its not your fight."

"Its your fight and its Aly's fight, so its our fight," Kono said in a tone that left no room for discussion. "I spent the morning telling Aly that family watches out for one another, guess now I get to prove it."

Steve looked at his team; at his friends; at his family. "Thank you," he said again simply. Then regrouping and focusing on the task at hand, he said in a brisk, business like voice. "We are wheels up in about forty five minutes from NAS Barber's Point. Let's go, people."

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