This time when Allison woke up, she was surprised to find that she wasn't tied up. However, as soon as she tried to move, she realized why. Her entire body felt like it was on fire. Tasks that at one point had been so effortless, like breathing or even blinking, now caused her almost unbearable pain. Fighting through it, she managed to sit up just enough to look around the room. She was still in the same place and the cot in the corner suddenly looked rather inviting despite her knowledge that it was actually one of the most uncomfortable things she'd ever laid on.

She had almost decided the slight comfort of the bed compared to the floor was not worth the struggle it would take to get there when she noticed something lying on top of the sheets. She squinted, trying to focus her vision despite the swelling and confirmed her suspicions: one of the men had left his coat. She vaguely remembered the man who was responsible for most of her injuries putting his phone in the pocket when he took it off, but there was no way he'd be that careless...was there?

Allison was suddenly filled with a new hope. Her adrenaline kicked in, making her pain momentarily bearable enough that she managed to drag herself over to the bed. By the time she got to the cot, she was breathless and so weak that she hardly had enough strength to lift her arm and reach for the coat. But she did it and the relief she felt when her hand touch the hard case of a cell phone was brought tears to her eyes. As composed herself, she typed Steve's number into the phone with more urgency than ever before.

"McGarrett," He answered instantly.

"Steve," She whispered, not wanting to alert anyone to what she was doing. "It's Ally."

"Ally?! What's going on? Are you okay?" He asked frantically before she heard him speak to someone else. "Trace the call, it's Allison."

"N-not really," She choked out, fighting back tears. "But one of the men left his phone. I don't know when they'll be back."

"I'm supposed to be meeting with someone in ten minutes to talk about getting you back," He told her.

"No! Steve, you can't!" Ally begged. "Please. Anyone, but you! That's exactly what they want."

"We're tracing the call right now, Ally. Stay on the line as long as you can so we can get a lock on your location," He informed her. "But if we can't then I'm gonna have to meet with them. It's the only chance I have to get you back."

"T-they won't let me go," Allison said, knowing it was true even if it was painful to admit. "I've seen it on TV a million times. If you meet with them, they'll have what they want and they'll kill me."

"But if I don't, they'll kill you without me having any chance to save you."

"At least you'd be okay," She teared up again. "Steve, I lo-"

Allison froze, hearing noise outside the door.

"Steve, they're coming," She whispered, her fear obvious in her voice. "I've gotta go, but promise you won't meet with anyone."

"Stay on the line for ten more seconds and I won't need to go anywhere."

"I can't!" She whispered as she heard the doorknob began to turn.

"Don't hang up, Ally." Steve begged. "We can find you, just don't hang up!"

Allison was filled with panic, but did as he said. She put the phone back in the coat pocket, leaving the call open to Steve. She scooted away from the cot as the door opened, hoping they wouldn't realize what she had done. However, she knew that wasn't going to happen as soon as the men stepped into the room.

"I'm not going to be killed because you fucked up," The man who hadn't left his coat yelled as they walked in the room.

"Relax, she's probably not even-" They stopped talking as they noticed Ally staring at them from the corner.

There was a distinct flash of anger in the eyes of the man who had attacked her and Allison cringed as he ran over, snatching up his coat and his phone.

"You think you could get away with this? Pull one over on us and call your little boyfriend without us knowing?!" He yelled.

"She won't get away with it," His partner said as he pulled his gun off his belt. Allison felt her heart pounding in her chest. "And neither will you."

Before the man holding his phone even had time to turn around, a bullet tore into the back of his head, showering Allison with his blood. She screamed, scrambling to get away from the man's now dead body.

"Oh my god!" She screamed. "You killed him!"

"Yes, I did." The man said as if it was nothing. His passive attitude only filled Allison with more fear. "It's what I do when people do stupid things that cause me more problems. Don't make the same mistake."

As he turned the gun toward Allison, she stopped moving and held her hands up in defeat.

"O-okay. What do you want me to do?" She asked, praying that Steve had managed to trace the call.

"Come over here," He gestured with his gun. Allison nodded and moved as fast as her injuries would allow. "Faster!" He demanded. "Don't think I don't know that McGarrett is on his way here. Don't even try killing time."

"I'm not!" Allison said honestly.

The man growled, obviously not having the patience to deal with her, but to her relief he put his gun back on his belt. He strode towards her, stepping over his dead partner's body without a second thought and quickly picked up the discarded handcuffs. Turning to her, he roughly pulled her arms behind her back before cuffing her wrists together. She groaned in pain, but no longer had the energy to put up a fight and the man picked her up before carrying her out the door.

"Clear!" Steve heard Danny yell, his heart getting heavier with each room they found empty. The phone call had cut out at the sound of a gunshot, but luckily they had managed to trace the call to an old abandoned apartment building about fifteen minutes outside of the city.

"I've got a body!" Kono radioed from the second floor.

"Is it...?" Steve trailed off, not sure he wanted to know the answer.

"No, no sign of Allison." She replied. "But this looks like the room where they had her. The victim is male, early thirties, I think he's the one that was beating her."

"Ally's not here, Boss." Chin said, coming up behind him. "But we did find a laptop connected to a security camera outside and a black SUV was recorded leaving about 10 minutes ago."

"Did you get a license plate?"

"Partially. The police are working on finding a clearer shot."

"Send out a description to every squad car in the city." Steve demanded. "I want road blocks on every major road. He killed his partner, he's panicking and probably going to slip up."

Chin nodded and pulled out his phone to send out the message as Danny walked over.

"You okay?" He asked.

Steve sighed and shook his head.

"No, I'm not." He answered honestly.

Danny placed a hand on his shoulder.

"We'll find her," He promised his partner. "And Ally's a fighter, she won't give up."

Steve nodded again before walking away. His fist making contact with the wall on his way out the door was his only obvious display of emotion.