20
Steve nearly jumped off the plane when they landed at the airport in Kauai. Danny, Kono, and Chin tried to keep up with him as he bolted to the car that was awaiting them, but it didn't work very well. Steve was in the car, had it started, and had put it in gear by the time they made it to the car. Once everyone had closed their doors, Steve slammed his foot on the gas and they were off.
Danny gripped the door handle and his stomach churned as the speedometer continued to rise. He'd seen Steve drive crazily, but he'd never completely gone reckless. They would be lucky if they made it to the safe house at this rate. Plus, since Steve wasn't talking, it was hard to read him. It was obvious that he was worried about Chrissy and the others, but Danny was curious as to why he was so crazy with worry that he was risking their lives to get there. Had Steve heard something in the background during his call with Chrissy that worried him? It was certainly possible, and Steve would never talk about that. He wouldn't want the rest of the team to worry, even though they cared about Chrissy.
Danny asked, "Steve, what's wrong? Did you hear something while you were on the phone with Chrissy? I mean, you're driving like a maniac. Granted, you do that all the time, but you've never caused three near-accidents in one stretch."
Steve kept his eyes on the road. "As Chrissy was telling me good-bye, I heard glass shatter in the background, which means that Moore was breaking in to the safe house. Unfortunately, that heightens the risk of everyone being discovered. I guess I'm just worried that he is going to overturn some furniture and find the door to the shelter. From there, it would only be a matter of time before he got in. I'm just worried that he's going to hurt one of them."
Danny sighed, "You're worried about Chrissy, aren't you?"
Steve gripped the steering wheel even tighter. "Damn right I'm worried. I'm scared to death of something happening to her. I've never felt for anyone what I do for her. I would do anything to make sure she and Sarah were safe. Now that we're in this situation, I'm just worried that something might happen to her. If Moore were to…well, it would be the end of me for sure."
"You can't live without her, can you?"
"No. You saw how nuts I went when she went to L.A. I wouldn't eat, I couldn't sleep, nothing felt right in my life. Besides, that was when she was just a plane ride away and I could still see her. If Moore took her away from me, I would fall apart for sure. I've already lost two people in my life who meant the world. I couldn't stand for that to happen again."
"It won't happen, Steve. We will get to the house and everyone will be just fine."
"I hope so."
Steve parked the car about half a mile back from the safe house. He secured a gun on his ankle, his hip, and carried a larger one in his hand. All of them packed at least two guns on them. Even though Moore was only one man, they were sure he was pretty well armed and definitely dangerous. They only hoped that Moore hadn't stumbled on the shelter and that everyone could hold out for just a couple more minutes. However, they had little hope when they heard a voice shouting in the house, and it was none of the victims or Five-0 members. It was Moore, and he was looking for Chrissy.
Chrissy nearly screamed when she heard a large slam against the door of the shelter. Moore had found them, and Steve and the rest of Five-0 still weren't there yet. She had a bad feeling she and Catherine would be fighting this guy off themselves, and she wasn't certain they could do it on their own.
The door to the shelter slowly began to give way under the smashing pressure. The tears immediately started to fall down Molly's cheeks. She knew Mike and Carl had likely been killed by this ruthless man, and so would she, the rest of her family, and Chrissy and Catherine. She silently wished she'd never brought them into this. Now, it was likely they would suffer the same fate. God, this was a complete nightmare.
After a couple more minutes, the door smashed to pieces and Richard Moore stepped through the remnants. Bile rose in all of their throats purely because of the look in his eyes: demonic, lustful, and murderous. Plus, they felt vulnerable as they were all in their nightwear. He smiled. Moore loved the fear he could see on all of their faces. More than that, though, he loved the look of Chrissy Raines,
Moore laughed, "I found you, Chrissy. Bet you were expecting your boyfriend, right? Well, he's not coming to save you and your friends. You get me now. Doesn't that sound nice?"
Chrissy shook her head. "Not really if killing my friends is part of the deal. Plus, I have a boyfriend, and I'm not interested in anyone else."
Moore walked closer, trying to reduce the space between himself and Chrissy. She quickly backed away in response, still grasping the gun she held behind her back. Everything about this greasy, obsessive guy repulsed her. Luckily, she had a good way to defend herself from him."
Moore replied, "You could learn, Chrissy, just like Cynthia needs to. Both of you could be in a training of sorts. Besides, you would get bored living the life of a cop's girlfriend, wouldn't you? A life on the run is infinitely more exciting."
Chrissy rolled her eyes. "For you, maybe. But for me, it's more thrilling to be one of those who helps put killers like you away for life."
Chrissy drew out her gun and pointed it at Moore. "You might as well say your final words because Catherine and I are both armed and we will take you out. You've invaded our home and endangered our lives."
Moore glanced at the gun and nodded. "Very clever, Ms. Raines. You just better hope you know how to use it."
Moore quickly pulled a gun out of his own back pocket. Chrissy knew she had no choice. She pulled the trigger. So did Moore.