NA HALA A KA MAKUA - SINS OF THE FATHER *
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A/N: WOW, guys! You're making me blush! I'm truly grateful for all the wonderful response, thank you so much! I'm thrilled y'all like it so much and I'm amazed at the constant support! I want to hug everyone! *sending digital hugs all over the world* I will respond to the reviews, first thing in the morning. For the guest reviewer's; I can't say thank you enough and I wished I would've been able to send a personal message, but then it would no longer be possible to be anonymous. Which I totally respect and understand. Let me say, I'm touched by the words and well honestly, I don't know what else to say other than, I'm one lucky person to be surrounded by all these lovely people, who enjoy reading my story of the TV show I'm completely obsessed with!
As most of you had a hard time staying patient, (can't blame anyone after I ended the chapter with a pretty dramatic cliffie) here's a brand new chapter. The next one will be up on Sunday!
All I do is say thank you, BUT, the hutchlover, thank you for being my beta reader! I'm really fortunate to be working together! I keep learning things! (but if there are any mistakes, you can blame me for it)
CHAPTER TWELVE
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SURGICAL WARD ROOM 208 – TRIPLER ARMY MEDICAL CENTER – OHAU
Steve stared from around the corner at the closed door of Danny's room. The door had never been closed, not even by the doctors or nurses. "I'll call you back."
Steve shoved his phone into his pocket and dumped his coffee and tablet on a cart standing in the hallway. He jogged back, increasing his pace as he closed in on Danny's room. Without hesitation he reached for the gun in his holster. He took it out and checked his ammo. He wasn't sure what was going on and he might be overly protective, but his gut was giving him all kind of wrong feelings. He slowly pushed the door open with his left hand so he could aim his gun with his right hand. The hinges creaked as it opened.
Scanning the room he spotted a man standing at Danny's bedside. He stood with his back towards Steve. He sighed relieved, the man was wearing the familiar blue hospital scrubs. Steve lowered his gun, but didn't holster it. Something felt off about the man. He couldn't quite figure out what though. Maybe it was because the man hadn't even turned around yet.
"I don't think we had the pleasure to meet." Steve said as he, with some forethought, stepped a little closer.
The man shot a brief look over his shoulder. "That's possible, it's a big hospital you know."
Steve could see the man was doing something with his hands, but he didn't have a visual as the man were still standing with his back towards him. "You mind showing your ID?"
"Sure, no problem." In a flash the man stuck a needle into Danny's upper arm and pushed the fluids from the syringe down into Danny's body. Reaching for his gun that was tucked into the front his pants. he turned around and aimed at Steve.
With quick reflexes, Steve pointed his gun on the man as well. "Don't," Steve warned the man. His nostrils flaring as the adrenaline rushed through his veins. The man pulled his tigger. Steve aimed, and then shot. The noise of two shots, fired in rapid succession, cracked into the air.
One bullet came right at Steve. While trying to dodge it, the bullet grazed his right bicep before it pierced into the wall behind him. He grunted in pain as the bullet tore his shirt and skin. "Argh," he hissed underneath his breath. Putting his left hand up to his arm, blood oozed through his fingers.
Steve's aim hit the man in the chest, propelling him backwards against the bed before he slumped on the floor. Along with his gun, the vial he had been holding slipped from his hand and clattered onto the floor. The vial was empty, but the glass smashed into a thousand pieces next to him.
Steve kicked the gun away and holstered his own piece. He crouched down next to the man. "What did you do, huh? What did you do!? What's in there?" he shook the guy by his shoulders, trying to keep him conscious. "Hey, answer me, you son of a bitch!" He scolded as the man's eyes widened and his pupils enlarged.
Steve placed his fingers in the crook of the man's neck, but didn't feel a pulse. He was gone. "Dammit." He clenched his fist as the graze on his arm burned.
Dr. Carson rushed in as he heard the gunshots. "Commander, what happened, are you all right?" he rambled when he saw the blood streaming down Steve's arm.
Before Steve could answer they got distracted by a alerting signal from the heart monitor. The sound piercing Steve's ears. "Danny," Steve got back up and stared with pure panic at Danny. Danny was gasping for air. He didn't move, he just fought to breathe. Steve's eyes were locked on his partner. "He was injected with something."
Dr. Carson went to the other side of the bed. "Get him on his back." He commanded. They rolled Danny on his back, his arms wildly. His entire body was limp. Carson pushed a button behind the bed and a alarm echoed through the room and hallway combined with the words 'Code Blue'. He unlocked the brakes so he could push the bed forward and get behind the head. Danaé and Jesse came running into the room.
"Someone get me a crash cart!" Carson bellowed. Danaé reacted and rushed back onto the hallway. "Get that man out of the way." The doctor indicated the body on the floor.
"What's going on?" Steve asked with a certain desperation in his voice. Together with the help of Jesse he dragged the dead man to the side of the room, leaving a blood smear on the floor.
Dr. Carson lowered the headrest, so it would be flat and pulled the pillows away from underneath Danny's head. "I don't know what he was injected with, but he can't breathe. He's suffocating." All color drained instantly from Steve's face as he watched helplessly. Danny's lips had now turned blue. Steve crouched down and carefully grabbed the label of the vial off the floor.
The doctor looked up as Danaé hurried back inside with the crash cart. "I need to intubate," Carson stated. Danaé acted quickly and got an intubation kit. "Push 30 of Etomidate and 120 of sux." Carson ordered.
Steve needed to know what kind of drug had been in the syringe. He tried to read the label, but it seemed impossible to pronounce. He made attempt anyway. "Doc, it's Succinylcholine?"
"Oh my God," Dr. Carson exclaimed. He stopped Danaé just in time from pushing the medication. "Forget the Sux en Etomidate, push Ketamine, now!" Danaé grabbed another syringe and pushed the fluids into Danny's IV port.
Dr. Carson waited for the medication to enter Danny's body. "7.5 tube, please," he repositioned Danny's head with a head tilt chin lift maneuver and opened his mouth. He inserted the blade of the laryngoscope into Danny's mouth. With his left hand he continued to hold the laryngoscope and with his right he took over the 7.5 tube that Jesse handed him. Gently and controlled the tube was inserted through the mouth down into the trachea. "I'm in," Carson said while pulled out the laryngoscope and inflated the cuff. He attached the bag valve to the end of the endotracheal tube which Jesse secured with tape. "Start bagging," the doctor stepped aside and handed Jesse the bag. Jesse started squeezing it, attempting to ventilate Danny's lungs.
Dr. Carson placed his stethoscope one by one on both lungs. "I've got bilateral breath sounds," he looked up at the monitor standing next to the bed. "Saturation's coming up," he turned around towards Danaé. "Let's get him on a ventilator, please."
"Major Carson, do you want detective Williams transferred to the ICU?" Jesse asked as he continued to squeeze the bag.
"No thank you, Captain Greene. I don't expect him to be out that long. My shift is over anyway, so I'll stay with him until he wakes up again," Carson took off his white lab coat and tossed it over the chair standing near by. Looking up he saw Steve standing in silence.
Steve's color had drained from his face and blood was slowly leaking down his arm. "You served?"
"What?" Carson got caught off guard with the question. "Yes, U.S Army second forward surgical. Trauma surgery," he could tell Steve hadn't fully processed the last five minutes. "Steve, you should sit down. Let me get a suture kit, clean you up and I'll explain." Dr. Carson directed Steve to the chair standing by the window.
He returned within a minute, holding a suture kit and gauze. Carson sat down in the chair next to Steve's. He put on some gloves and carefully lifted the sleeve of Steve's dark blue polo shirt. First he put pressure on the dressing he had put on the graze to stop the bleeding. Steve couldn't help it, but a grunt escaped from his lips. His arm burned like crazy.
Dr. Carson peeked underneath the gauze. "It's pretty deep, it will need some stitches."
"Fine," Steve said shortly not taking his eyes off Danny. Danaé had come back in and started to connect the ventilator. It looked already bad enough to see Jesse standing there squeezing the bag to keep forcing air into Danny's lungs. Only the sound that came with the ventilator made it even worse. It was a rhythmic hissing sound that raised and lowered in loudness as the machine cycled. Danny's chest going up as the machine provided him with oxygen.
Carson noticed the distressed gaze. "It won't be for long."
"I don't care if it's for long or not, when I find the man responsible, there's a little chance I will give him any dignity." Steve sounded furious. He locked eyes with Carson. "Why'd he stop breathing. What did they give him?"
Usually Carson would ask if people wanted a straight answer or not, but in this case, he knew Steve would. They were speaking man to man. "All right, I'll tell you. He was injected with Succinylcholine. It's a drug we actually use to intubate patients. Only we give it together with a sedative, that way the patient won't be aware of the intubation. The Succinylcholine is a neuromuscular blocker and it's given to relax the body while intubating the airway. It's a paralytic drug."
"Jesus," Steve said under his breath while pinching the bridge of his nose. "He was paralyzed while he was awake?" He stared with wide anxious eyes and a raised brow at the doctor.
"I'm afraid so, yes," Carson sighed. He took the dressing off Steve's arm to see if the bleeding had stopped. "Normally we push the sedation drug first, so the patient will be unconscious when the paralysis sets in. If I'm honest, it's a great drug to kill someone. Without respiratory support you will stop breathing. The sux, Succinylcholine, wears off as it's rapidly metabolized by your body. It will be untraceable."
Steve swallowed hard. "And what if you're conscious?"
"It has an onset of 30-40 seconds. In that time nearly every muscle in your body will get paralyzed. Within seconds you'd realize you're having trouble moving your eyes and fingers, followed by your arms and legs. Swallowing and breathing becomes more and more difficult, you'll loose consciousness and eventually you'll stop breathing." Dr. Carson explained as he cleaned the graze on Steve's arm.
"That sick son of a bitch." Steve cursed, clenching his fist as the pain in his arm flared up. If he had been alone he would've punched the wall. Danny had done nothing to either Parrish or Sullivan and yet they came after him. They tried to kill him and if it were up to Steve he would put the both of them behind bars or maybe somewhere deep into the ground.
Carson could see the anger flashing in Steve's eyes, so he tried to comfort him. "Luckily we were in time to support his breathing. He's physically going to be okay."
A line appears between Steve's brow. "He was paralyzed while he was awake. You needed to shove a tube down his throat, so he could breathe," he ranted pointing at Danny. "Nothing's okay about that."
"I know," Dr. Carson took a deep breath. "Remember it's temporarily. In five more minutes the dose of sux wears off. He'll be no longer paralyzed. The sedation will last longer though."
Steve nodded. "How long?"
"Most likely 30 minutes. I could've used a drug with a shorter duration, but giving the circumstances it's wisely to give him some time. It's already traumatic enough. So by the time he'll wake up, he'll be off the ventilator and his breathing will be stabilized again." Carson explained.
"No consequences?" Steve wondered out loud.
"There could be, myalgia is one of the main things. Muscle weakness or stiffness is also common. But we'll face that if it comes to that." Dr. Carson really didn't think they should worry about it right now. The graze on Steve's arm had stopped bleeding, the wound cleaned. The only thing missing were a couple of stitches. "You want a local anesthetic before I suture you back up?"
"No." Steve sounded resolute.
"Copy that, Commander."
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SURGICAL WARD – TRIPLER ARMY MEDICAL CENTER – OAHU
Minutes later Dr. Carson had stitched the graze on Steve's bicep. He removed the rest of the blood that covered his arm and wrapped a white bandage around the wound. Steve's short sleeve was still covered with blood and there was a hole in his shirt, but he didn't have anything else to wear. The doctor checked on Danny while Steve went to wash the last remaining blood off his hand.
As he came back from the bathroom, two men in Army uniforms loaded the body onto a gurney and covered it with a sheet. It was ready to be taken to the morgue. Steve was not letting this man out of his sight though. He hadn't called the team yet. He didn't like to keep things from them, but he didn't want to worry them either. He called Max instead, asking if he could come pick up the body. Steve knew Max would take exceptional responsibility and that was exactly what he needed. He stepped outside the room while the two men rolled the gurney ahead of him.
Steve hadn't seen her yet, but Kono walked up from behind. She noticed the body and Steve's bloodied shirt. "Whoa, Boss. What happened? Did you get hit?"
Steve turned perplexed around. "Oh it's just a graze. It's nothing," he made a motion with his shoulder as his entire right arm felt rigid. "What are you doing here?" Steve asked surprised to see her.
"Chin thought you might needed backup."
"Backup, huh." It put a brief smile on Steve's face. He got remembered how he always said that he didn't need any back up, because Danny was always with him and that was enough backup. The smile slowly faded as he thought about Danny laying in a hospital bed, connected to a machine just so he could breathe.
"But I guess I'm a little late for that," Kono referred to the dead body underneath the white sheet. "Is Danny okay?"
"Actually you're just in time. He'll be okay. Can you do me a favor and go with the body? I don't want to lose our only lead. Max'll meeting you downstairs and take it from there."
"What'd you mean, he'll be okay?" Kono asked indignantly, worried about her friend.
Steve looked down before he glanced shortly towards Danny's room. "Come back up when you're done downstairs. I'll explain everything later. Tell Max I want an ID as soon as possible."
Kono didn't know what was going on, but it would be better to obey the order. "Okay."
As she was told Kono had gone downstairs to the back entrance where Max just arrived as she came down. The two men helped Max get the shooter into a bodybag. Before they transferred him into the M.E van Max quickly scanned the thumb for a fingerprint. He took the sheet off the man's face and took a picture.
"Hold on, Max. I know this man." Kono stared in shock at the corpse in front of her.
"Well that's unfortunate, I'm sorry to hear that," Max said respectfully. "I'm a little confused though. Why would commander McGarrett shoot," the fingerprint scanner bleeped as it completed its search. "Kurt Jensen."
Kono cut Max off. "Kurt Jensen?" she repeated with dismay. "When I saw him before he said he was Agent Denson, with the FBI."
Max narrowed his eyes with a little suspicion. "So you did not actually know him?"
"No, I just met him once." Kono replied absently pulling her phone out of her jeans short pocket. "Thanks, Max. I've got to call Chin."
Kono called Chin on her way back up. She was some how relieved; they finally had a lead and maybe soon they would catch both Sullivan and Parrish. Chin would dig deeper while Kono traced her steps back to Danny's room with a optimistic smile on her face. Closing in she could see Steve standing by the window through the open door. He stood with his back towards her, his arms folded in front of his chest. Kono knew he was in deep thoughts, so she knocked once on the door before walking in.
"Boss, we have a positive ID on the shooter. I recognized hi…" Kono stopped mid sentence as she stared with her eyes bulging towards Danny. "Oh my gosh!" overwhelmed by what she saw tears welled up in her eyes. "Steve, what the heck happened?"
Steve cleared his throat and stepped towards her. He told her quickly what had happened. Less harsh than the doctor had told him, but it came down to the same. Kono blinked the tears away, only Steve could clearly tell it came as a shock to her, as it had to him. Steve leaned on the end of the bed. "Kono, what do you mean you recognized him?"
Kono placed her hand gently on Danny's shoulder and looked down at him. She felt terribly sorry for her friend. She couldn't imagine anything like it. She swallowed hard before answering Steve's question. "We met two FBI agents on Monday when Chin and I went to visit Parrish's daughter. They came out of the house as we got there. We didn't think it was weird, because Parrish had been investigated by the FBI for years. The one portraying agent Denson is the one you shot. His real name is Kurt Jensen. The other one is agent Kole. I called Chin. He's running the leads."
"Fake credentials, so maybe this Agent Kole is Dale Sullivan." Steve thought out loud.
Kono's phone rang. "It's the crime lab," she touched the screen to answer. "Officer Kalakaua," she nodded as she received information for the other side of the line. "Thank you, Charlie," Kono hang up. "Steve, where's Grace?"
Steve shrugged his shoulders. "She's with Catherine," he crossed his arms. "Why do you ask?"
"Charlie was able to locate the IP address from where Danny's phone got traced. There was one other number they traced down," Kono sighed. "The number belongs to Grace."
Steve didn't even took the time to answer. He grabbed his phone and dialed Catherine's number. It kept going over and over, but Catherine didn't answer. "She's not picking up," he tried Grace's number, but she didn't pick up either. Steve tossed the gun of Kurt Jensen on a chair. He had put it in a plastic bag to preserve the evidence. "I've got to go. Stay with Danny, you hear me!"
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A/N: Whoops... sorry! Again a pretty mean thing to end this chapter like this. Sunday will be here in no time, I promise!
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