Hi, sorry I couldn't get on over the weekend folks. Thanks so much for all your encouraging feedback! Part 12... and I'm working on pt13 too :) Bx

H-5-0

Danny knew exactly where he was. Of all the places on this God forsaken, pineapple infested rock, this was one of them he actually recognised.

Kaaawa. Home of Fine Ass Chocolate and Coffee, and the Donkey Balls chocolate outlet shop. It was a place Kono had told Grace about, and had subsequently become a special Father-Daughter treat outing once a month.

Well, before he'd lost her, anyway.

His heart clenched painfully in his chest and his eyes filled when the building came into view. He couldn't even make himself appreciate the gorgeous picture postcard view of the shoreline he was driving along... and almost missed his turnoff.

"Fuck," Danny hissed and yanked the wheel to the left. The truck bounced and skidded on the road, and he slowed down. At the end was a private gate, a private drive. He looked up at the small road sign again, Kina Place. Alison was at the end of the drive.

Driving the truck into the trees, he made sure it was well hidden before heading up the drive on foot.

Adrenalin surging through his veins, Danny tapped into his reserve energy and approached the house slowly, silently, weapon in hand, and inched around the sides until he could find a window.

The place was a derelict property, but it was obviously still cared for to a degree, and a part of Danny's concussion scrambled mind screamed at him that he recognised it from somewhere.

Approaching a window, he heard the faint tones of music drifting through the broken glass. Instinctively he lifted his gun.

"...Exceeds accounts received, at seventeen. To those of us who knew the pain..."

It was that song, and Danny's chest tightened, his heart thudding fast and loud in his ears... he'd found her... Alison was definitely in there.

Like a flash of white lightening, it then hit him. Kina Place, Kaaawa... the childhood home of Mary Newell. Alison's first victim.

Bitch had a sick sense of humour.

Sneaking around the back of the property, he fought his way through the tangled thicket and found a rotted door leading to the basement and snuck in, weapon still poised, senses on high alert, focus solely on the task of locating and killing Alison Du Pont.

It was when he suddenly heard the desperate whimpers of a young girl that his resolve faltered. If Alison had taken another victim, Danny's first priority was then to get her out before going back and ripping the bitch's heart from her fucking chest and squeezing the life from it.

"Hello?" he whispered into the semi-darkness when the soft sobs got louder. The dirty broken windows let shards of light in, and the dust particles dancing in the afternoon sunbeams made it difficult to see anything. The noise stopped and Danny froze.

"P-please..."

"Where are you?" Danny asked under his breath. Movement caught his eye and he hurried over to a young woman tied to a chair, hoping that it was Lilia Hin. His heart sank; it wasn't. "It's okay," he nodded making light work of the knots in the rope. "I'm a police officer. Is anyone else here with you, another woman – Lilia Hin?"

"N-no... just... her," she swallowed convulsively. Danny sighed internally and nodded shuffling around in front of her.

"Where is she?"

The frightened woman sucked in a breath at Danny's dishevelled and bloodstained appearance, but lifted her eyes to a door at the top of a set of wooden stairs. Danny looked up and pursed his lips in a tight line.

"Okay. Okay, you go out of that door," he pointed to the way he came in, "and head to the end of the road. There's a restaurant and a coffee shop to the left. Go there, call the police, alright?"

She hesitated, terrified tears streaming down her face. Danny gently wiped them away.

"What's your name?"

"T-tammy," she gasped softly. Danny smiled at her.

"Okay, Tammy, my name is Danny. Trust me. Can you do that, huh?" She nodded at him. "Good. You're gonna be okay, sweetheart. I promise. Just run as fast as you can, okay? Go to the restaurant or the coffee shop, tell them what's happening and call the police," he repeated and guided her to the rotted door. He gently pushed her through and with only one look back, Tammy ran away from the house.

Once she was out of sight, Danny turned and headed for the stairs, cursing as each one creaked and groaned under the weight of his footsteps.

The music got louder as he neared the top, and he stopped, squinting through the partially open door. He couldn't see anything and carefully pushed against the wood. It squeaked on its hinges, opening up into a dusty kitchen area, and Danny grimaced at the stale smell of rotten food that littered the work surfaces.

He noticed Alison standing behind the door one second too late, when the frying pan she had poised high in the air suddenly came down with a force and connected with the side of his head.

Danny's world instantly exploded in a flash of ringing pain and dizziness, and the last thing he saw was Alison's cold, hard eyes staring at him before the blinding agony in his head consumed the last of any coherent thought and he sank into darkness.

~o~

She couldn't believe it! Alison couldn't decide whether to be fucking pissed or pretty damned impressed with the Detective.

"Can't believe he found us," she shook her head, talking to the decayed remains of her sister. Marie had been lovingly laid to rest on a blanket by the hearth of the grand fireplace in the main living room. Wreaths of hibiscus had been draped over the ornately carved limestone, and lit candles placed around her. The record player, stuck on repeat, continued to play her song in the corner of the room near to where she'd dragged Danny's body. "Of course, the bastard freed our latest girl. Looks like you'll have to wait for your stomach, sister dear."

She paced the room, tapping the blade of her knife against her lips. The decor was rank, with peeling paper and mouldy paintwork, and the floor was sticky with God knows what, but Alison didn't see that. She saw pretty drapes at the windows. Walls painted with bright colours and pictures of happy times hanging from the picture hooks. She saw her sister smiling at her, telling her to killkillkill for her.

"Yes, I know we need another one. I know time is running out," she sighed, squatting down by the bones next to the fire. "I'll get you your stomach and spleen. I promise. Don't I always make it good for you?"

Alison stroked a gloved finger over the skull with a smile. "I love you too, Marie."

Coming to was an unpleasant experience at the best of times, but already exhausted and suffering with a concussion from when Danny had driven the Camaro off the road, made this time even worse. Nausea amplified the dizziness, and he couldn't help it when his stomach twisted painfully and revolted. He spit up bile and groaned pitifully.

"Ah, Detective, nice of you to join us."

The words washed over him, sounding far away, until Danny forced his eyes open to see Alison looking at him. The room was dimly lit, and Danny's muddled brain deduced that it was late afternoon by now. He still had no idea how long he'd been out though, nor did he care.

"You're ruining it, you know," she told him, twirling her knife in her hand. "You're ruining everything!"

"Yeah, can't say... that I'm... too sorry 'bout that," Danny mumbled. His lips still felt a little numb, his words slurring slightly, and the severe pounding in his head made him begin to worry if the bitch had actually cracked his skull.

Not that he cared all that much anyway. What had he got to live for? He'd lost Grace. Steve... Chin... they were dead. And Kono... God, she'd been tortured because of him.

No. All he had to do was stay alive long enough to make sure this bitch died... horribly and painfully.

"Yes, well, I've come to expect that kind of comeback from a smart mouthed ex-New Jersey native such as yourself, Danny," Alison said sounding bored. "You know this means that I'll just have to improvise now, don't you?"

She motioned to a jar by the wall. Danny's eyes narrowed, and he struggled against the metal handcuffs she'd taken from his pocket to secure his hands behind his back with.

"You don't recognise that?" she asked seeing the look. "Dear me. Some Detective, huh, Marie?"

Alison laughed and stood up. She picked up the jar and held it up beside her own head, smiling placidly as Danny got it. "This is where you're going to live soon, Danny. Right in here. To keep my sister company until the next time we meet."

Fuck that, Danny scowled and twisted his wrists. The sluggish movements made his famous Jersey Slip move a little more awkward, but he finally got it, and wrested one hand free, careful not to let Alison realise what he'd done. Yet.

"I'm curious, though," she mused and put the jar down. "You come here on your own? Oh, I forgot, your team is dead, right? Well, I have to know, Danny... How'd you find us?"

Rolling his eyes, he ignored the way the room sickeningly span for a second and barked out a harsh laugh. "What makes you... think I'm on... my own, huh?"

Laughing, Alison used her knife to push the tattered drapes to the side. "You see any back up? I don't. So, you going to tell me? How'd you find us?"

Knowing she'd called his bluff, Danny blew out a breath and asked, "You wanna know, huh?"

Smiling widely, she hunkered down in front of him nodding, knife still in her hand. "Yes, I want to know. Tell me..."

"You really wanna know?" Danny repeated quieter this time, and when she leaned a little forward, he lurched up and grabbed her wrists with both hands, using his head to butt her squarely in the nose.

Blood immediately poured and Alison screamed out in anger, clutching one leather clad hand against her face, the other futilely waving the knife about. With tears streaming, she couldn't see anything, and for the first time she was actually afraid that she might have met her match... and a perverse thrill ran through her.

"Fucking bastard!" she yelled, blinking furiously.

Having serious problems himself, Danny fell to his knees a third time as the room tilted and threatened to grey out around him. His head felt heavy and Jesusfuck! hurt like hell, and he was seeing more than in triplicate now, but he had to get a grip... had to pull it together to finish the bitch off.

She'd killed Steve. She'd killed Chin. She'd cut them and tortured them... she'd tortured Kono...

Focus, damnit, focus! Danny silently screamed until he could see images that didn't break apart into sickening colours. When he did, he lunged for Alison again, taking her down with a solid thud, quickly grabbing the hand that held the knife and slamming it against the hard floor until it skittered across the room. She cried out and struggled for all she was worth, her lithe form twisting out of his grip after a couple of well place knees. Danny however, wasn't giving up and scrambled to get the knife.

"I told you... you're dead, bitch. You understand me?" he hissed between gritted teeth. Alison looked up and for a brief moment something very close to fear flashed in her eyes, and then disappeared again, instantly replaced by rage.

She screamed and kicked out, catching Danny in his midriff and winding him for a second. It was long enough, and when he looked up again, Alison was headed out of the door.

"Oh no you don't, you psychotic fucker!" he grunted, stood unsteadily, and staggered after her.

The glare of the late afternoon sun hit him hard, and pain lanced through his skull like a red hot poker, and he quickly shielded his face, straining to see through watery eyes. The sounds of the transit van's engine starting had him going again.

He lunged at the van just as Alison hit the accelerator and crashed out of a garage. The windows were open, and somehow he managed to hook both his arms through the passenger side, hanging on while his feet frantically found purchase on anything solid. He looked up just in time to see Alison twist in her seat and point his own gun at him, and quickly smacked her arm away when it fired a volley of bullets right above his head.

"Motherfucker!" he hissed through his teeth and fought hard, the gun falling from her grip to land somewhere beneath the seats. She shouted a long string of profanities at him, yanking at the steering wheel and trying to dislodge Danny as the van hurtled down the drive, but each curse word didn't even register as Danny tried his best to hang on and get through the window into the van.

When she suddenly raised her legs, Danny knew he'd lost, and just as the soles of her sensible shoes collided with his jaw, he lost his grip and went flying backwards, landing hard in the thicket of ferns by the dirt road helplessly watching as the van speeded off. He pushed himself up and stumbled to the place he'd hidden the old GMC pickup, jumping in and skidding after her in a cloud of burning rubber and dust.

No way was she getting away this time.

Tammy looked up from where she'd been hiding since the cop, Danny, had helped her escape, and cautiously peered through the thick branches of the bushes she was crouched behind. She saw the Ford van speed down the road, disappearing in the distance, and started sobbing. God, she'd been so, so scared! As soon as she'd left the house, she'd gone as far as she could until fear had literally paralysed her and she'd hidden and silently apologised to Danny because she was a coward, but now... now that woman had gone, she carefully stood up and headed for the restaurant.

The old GMC truck engine made her jump and squat down again in terror, and only when the sounds of the ocean in the distance fill the air, did she get up again.

H-5-0

"I'm sorry, Commander, but Detective Williams has gone missing," Governor Denning told him softly, and Steve quickly snapped his eyes up to Kono when she started crying.

"What do you mean, Danny's gone missing?" Steve demanded to know. He sat up and the vein in his neck bulged just above the dressing taped to his collar bone. The volume of his voice had the duty nurse running in within seconds.

The Governor held a hand up. "Sorry, my fault," he admitted when the nurse scowled at her patients. Steve glared back at her, daring the woman to even approach him with any kind of calming medication.

"That is all well and good, Governor Denning, but I must stress that these people need rest and quiet," she stated firmly.

"I understand, ma'am," Denning nodded and made to stand up. Steve's hand shot out and grabbed his wrist.

"No, you're not leaving until you tell me everything," he growled. Denning simply raised an eyebrow and looked at the white knuckled grip around his arm. Steve however, unfazed by the man, narrowed his eyes at him.

"Do you mind, Commander?" Denning said.

Steve let go slowly, adding, with a touch of menace, "Tell me what you know, Governor. Now." Adding "Sir," and making it sound like an afterthought.

Although he was aware that Lieutenant Commander McGarrett was essentially his subordinate, it didn't escape his knowledge that the decorated Navy SEAL was also a lethal weapon in his own right, and that demanded a certain level of respect. A fierce loyalty to his team had Steve balancing on an edge, and Denning didn't want to be the one to tip him over. Instead, he sat back down and filled Steve in with everything he knew.

"Detective Williams called HPD at twelve oh eight this afternoon, requesting CSU and the ME to your location. According to Sergeant Lukela, he'd denied the request for an ambulance saying, and I quote, 'No need. It's too late. My team is already dead.'" Denning stopped when Steve's face drained of colour. "Commander, are you alright?"

"Yeah." But inside, Steve was aching for his friend and Danny's words swam around and around in his head. "Go on, sir..."

"Okay. He brought Kono to the ER here at eighteen minutes after one..."

Steve turned to Kono, who looked wrecked and stricken and was barely holding it together. "Kono-"

"He was saying goodbye, Steve," she forced out roughly. "He kept saying he was sorry, sorry he was too late to save you and Chin, and he was gonna find her and kill her, even if it killed him." She looked at Steve, eyes flowing with tears, "God, Steve, he was saying goodbye!"

Not able to sit by while Kono cried hard into her bandaged arms, Steve pushed himself out of bed and huddled her to his chest. The machines attached to him came undone and started wailing, which in turn had a team of medical personnel rushing in.

Chin opened his eyes at the ruckus, and immediately sat up.

"Commander McGarrett-"

"I'm signing myself out AMA," he said loudly at the nurses trying to coax him back to bed. "Governor. Finish the report, sir," he prompted, reaching into his locker by his bed looking for his clothes. Kono yanked the sheets off her own bed and gingerly stood up, making Denning sigh dramatically and roll his eyes.

"Prepare the forms for them to sign, please," he said to the duty nurse. "All three of the pigheaded stubborn-" he added with a sharp sweep of his hand when he saw Chin push his legs out of bed.

"Governor," Steve said curtly, and Denning scowled, but carried on his report.

"Another victim was reported missing at noon, taken from the bottom tier of a two storey car park outside Walgreens in Kaneohe. Tammy Harper, aged twenty. Witnesses place the same Ford Transit van in the area shortly before, and the body of Lilia Hin was discovered by the side of Kapaa Quarry Road," he reeled off just as the nurse returned with the doctor and the forms.

Steve took out his IV and peeled off the wires attached to his chest, before holding his hand out for the form. "Pen?"

"I must advise against this, Commander McGarrett," the doctor said seriously. "You all had tetrodotoxin poisoning, and your respiratory system could still be compromised."

"Noted," Steve muttered and scribbled his name at the bottom of the form. He handed the pen to Kono when she waggled her fingers. "Governor, anything else on Danny?"

"You all received numerous knife wounds, and-"

"Also noted," Chin nodded holding up his bandaged arms. Steve stiffly pulled his shirt on and leaned over to tie his boot laces as Kono handed the pen to her cousin.

"We tried to get a trace on Detective Williams' cell phone, but it's dead."

"And the blood loss and general shock to your systems-"

"Your point being?" Kono asked the doctor bluntly, glaring with a look that promised a severe kicking if he even dared contemplate suggesting they stay in the hospital for a second longer. She turned to Denning with a frown creasing her forehead. "What about the GPS in his car?"

The hesitation made all three members of Five-O look hard at him. Denning swallowed, "GPS tracking put Williams' car on Pali Highway. It was run off the road."

"What?" Steve blinked shocked. "And Danny?"

"Not at the scene. We have the car in the HPD crime lab garage," Denning told them, finally repeating, "Detective Williams is missing."

Less than ten minutes later, the Governor watched as his elite team, minus one, shuffled out of the ward, each clutching a small bag of meds, barely able to put one foot in front of the other, leaving a confused doctor and a fuming nurse behind. He shrugged apologetically at them both and followed his people.

At the elevators, he couldn't help but look to see the pale faces, Kono's tear reddened eyes, and the way Steve was trying hard not to breath too deeply lest it pull on the stitches holding the skin on his chest together... but under all that, what he did see was the resolute determination to find their forth. That stubborn loyalty and level of love that made the team what it was... Ohana.

The Governor accompanied them to the Five-O HQ, but left soon after when his aides reminded him of yet another press conference.

H-5-0