Ma Ke Kahakai- 'ino

Max Bergman looked up from the test results he'd run on the badly burned body that had come in a couple of hours ago. There was no doubt that the man was Raymond Bell, but that wasn't the only reason he'd called Danny Williams. He shifted his weight off the stool and hurried to meet the trio as they entered his lab.

"Was it Bell?" Williams asked.

"It was, but the fire didn't kill him...or it wasn't the only thing that killed him," Bergman said and led them toward the slab where Bell's body lay. He drew back the sheet that covered the man, and pointed to something that wasn't all that clear to the newcomers.

"What is it?" Kono asked.

"A bullet wound...I've already removed the bullet and sent it to ballistics, but the position of the wound would have killed him, probably before he'd succumbed to smoke inhalation. I'll no more once I've done a complete autopsy, but I thought you'd want this information right away," Bergman explained.

"Thanks, Max, we appreciate it," Chin said.

"Are you any closer to finding Commander McGarrett?" Bergman asked.

"We think Bell is involved, but it looks like he wasn't working alone," Kono answered.

"Whoever he was working with probably had him taken out of the picture," Bergman offered.

"Could be, but until we hear from ballistics, we're back to square one," Williams told him.

"I took the liberty of telling Ballistics that this should be top priority," Bergman said.

"Thanks, Max, we'll check in with you later...call if you find anything else," Chin said.

"I will," Bergman said and watched the team leave. He respected Steve McGarrett and hoped they'd find him soon, but if Bell's killer was behind McGarrett's disappearance it did not bode well for the head of Five-O. Reaching for the gloves he pulled them on and continued with the autopsy of Raymond Bell.

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Danny, Chin, and Kono headed back to the office and checked the messages before moving to the table that held everything they had so far on McGarrett's disappearance, unfortunately that wasn't much. Kono went to the coffee pot and set it up as she explained what Kamekona had told her about the new head of The Yakuza.

"That's not good news," Kelly offered.

"If he has Steve then he could be keeping him anywhere," Williams said.

"What if...what if he takes him out of the country?" Kono observed and knew the others had thought about that as well. If Wo Fat had Steve, and wanted to keep him alive, then he'd have to make sure no one would find him. She didn't want to think about the alternative, because she didn't know if she could lose him, not after everything they'd been through.

"We need to find out if Wo Fat is still in Hawaii and if so where he's staying," Chin said.

"Kamekona is checking with his sources...rumor has it that Wo Fat will soon head The Yakuza," Kono told them.

"Damn, that bastard is behind this, but we need to find proof before it's too late for Steve!" Williams snapped.

"Easy, Danny, we'll find him," Chin said and watched Williams as he moved to the window.

"Yeah, I know we will, but if Steve's pushing Wo Fat's buttons like he does mine I just don't know how much of him we'll find," Danny said seriously.

"Steve knows when to stop, Danny. He knows Wo Fat and he knows the bastard has something against him," Chin said.

"I hope so, come on maybe we missed something in this mess," Williams said tiredly and walked back to the conference table.

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Steve opened his eyes as the door opened and sat forward when Tomas entered the cell. He felt marginally better since taking the shower, but his arm was a constant reminder that he needed help fast. He stood up, feeling the bottle in his pocket as Tomas signaled for him to exit the cell.

"How's the arm?" Tomas asked.

"It's still there," McGarrett answered, noting the two men who fell into step behind him.

"How'd you break it?"

"Took a fall," the head of Five-O answered and held his arm tight against his body as they made their way along the now familiar trail.

"How long ago?"

"A week...depends on how long I've been here," McGarrett answered.

"I'm sure you'd like me to answer that, but I'll just say you probably feel it's too long," Tomas told him.

"You have that right," McGarrett said. He kept his eyes peeled for anything that could tell him exactly where he was or if there was any way off the island. No matter what happened, he had to bank on the fact that there was a dock somewhere far below and that a boat was moored there. There was no sign of a vehicle, but that didn't mean there wasn't one and Steve knew he'd need all the help he could get to escape Wo Fat before the man decided he'd outlived his usefulness.

"Do you see what you're looking for?" Tomas asked as they neared the house."

"Maybe," the SEAL answered.

"You know, Commander, if anyone can escape this island it's you, but even you have your limits especially with a bum arm. I should warn you that I'm your own personal jailer," Tomas told him.

"Warning taken...just remember you bleed just as I do," McGarrett said and walked along the side of the house. It didn't surprise him to find Wo Fat already seated at the table and he knew it would probably be another battle of words, but some time in the near future they would come to physical blows, Steve just hoped he'd have the strength to face his nemesis on somewhat even ground.

"Have a seat, Commander," Wo Fat said and gestured to the chair opposite him. "I trust you enjoyed your shower."

"Felt good," Steve said and sat down, resting his injured arm on his legs as Salina served lunch. It looked great, but his stomach seemed to be doing flip flops at the thought of eating. He knew he was getting sick, but right now he needed to push past the nausea and pain and eat while he still could.

"So, have you thought about our conversations so far?"

"Why would I? You talk as if you believe your own lies," McGarrett said.

"They are not lies, Commander, your father is...sorry, was a murderer and deserved to die. I am just sorry I was not the one to pull the trigger and rid the world of a coward."

"I'm looking at the true definition of a coward, Wo Fat, one that is afraid to face a man on even grounds," McGarrett said and saw the man smile, but it didn't reach his eyes.

"I am not a coward, nor am I a fool, commander," Wo Fat said. "You have many secrets that even your team knows nothing about, but I am a man who believes in knowing his enemies. You have been trained to kill in every way possible and could probably add a few that you created yourself, so I would prefer to keep you at arm's length."

Steve ate slowly, but didn't really enjoy the chicken and pineapple stir fry in spite o the wonderful taste that would normally tantalize his taste buds. He watched Wo Fat, who leaned back in his chair and sipped from the glass of wine he held. Steve knew it would be a mistake to underestimate the man, and hoped he could find a way to contact his team.

"I have to leave this afternoon, Commander, but I will return in a few days and I believe you and i will take a trip at that time. I have many things to discuss with you including showing you proof that your father and grandfather are responsibly for killing innocent people," Wo Fat said and smiled at the flash of anger that crossed McGarrett's face. "You will be my guest..."

"You mean prisoner?"

"For the rest of your life and since I am essentially your host then the rest of you life could be a short one depending on you're willingness to listen."

"Then you might as well kill me now, because I have no reason to listen to your lies."

"In that case you might as well go back to your cell. Take him away," Wo Fat said. "Tomas, stay and I will tell you exactly what is to happen with Commander McGarrett in my absence."

"Yes, Sir," Tomas said and turned to the two men standing near the edge of the deck. "Kyle, you and Kiko, make sure you lock him in or you could find yourselves joining him."

"Yes, Sir," Kyle said and grabbed McGarrett by the right arm. "Let's go, Commander."

Steve knew with Tomas otherwise occupied, he just might have the opportunity to use the bottle of liquid. Both men kept their weapons in shoulder holsters, and neither one seemed inclined to draw his weapon as they flanked him and headed away from the house. Steve had studied the lay of the land each time he'd made this trip and knew there was one place where he could possibly pull this off with getting himself killed immediately.

McGarrett walked slowly along the path, letting the two men believe he was docile, even stumbling a few times in an effort to make them think he was no threat to them. That was only half true, because right now he wasn't even sure he could take them out. They crossed the narrow clearing and made it to the area that was a blind spot where the house was concerned and Steve knew it was now or never.

Steve glanced toward the man on his left and shoved him toward the edge of the slope. There was no time for him to react as he lost his footing and disappeared. Steve turned to the second man, and without thinking about the consequences, slammed his injured arm into the man's face. He was pretty sure he broke the man's nose and saw him stagger backward as blinding pain sent him to his knees. He had no idea how much time passed before he managed to get his breathing under control and called upon every piece of training he'd had.

Steve got to his knees and moved to the man he'd struck, surprised to see blood spilling from his mouth and nose as he gasped for breath. Steve had no idea how long he had before Tomas came looking for his men so he grabbed at the man's gun and was going to leave when he saw something sticking out of the injured man's pocket. He grabbed it, managed to get to his feet and stumbled along the path, turning away from the bunker as he headed down toward the dock, and hopefully some kind of boat.

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Danny glanced at the clock on the wall and knew he would have to leave soon to pick up Grace, but he didn't want to leave until they figure out where McGarrett was. So far they had several places in mind, but none of those had panned out. Chin and Kono had gone to pick up some chicken and wings, but truth be told Danny didn't think he could eat anything.

Danny studied the papers and maps and wondered how much time Steve had left if Wo Fat was indeed behind his kidnapping. He felt his phone vibrating and frowned when he looked at the unknown number and placed it on the table beside him without answering. It went to his mailbox and Danny knew he should check it, but he felt so damn tired and cursed when the phone rang again with the same number as Chin and Kono returned carrying a bag each. He held up his hands as he hit receive.

"Williams..."

"Danny..."

"Steve, where the hell are you?"

"Danny, listen to me...I don't know where i am, but I need help...it's Wo Fat..."

"Chin, see if you can get a fix on this call!" Williams ordered. "Listen, Steve, we're coming for you...just hang on and don't piss that bastard off...save some for the rest of us."

"Try...listen, I have to ditch this phone before they catch me, but I'll leave it on...hurry, Danno...tell doc...arm's a bit...bitch..."

"Steve, Steve...are you there?"

"Where is he?" Kono asked as Chin worked to get a read on the cell phone.

"I don't know, but he sounds bad. We need to get moving and call the governor...Wo Fat has him," Williams explained as Kono called the governor on her cell phone.

"I got it, Danny," Chin said and listened as Williams took Kono's cell and filled the governor in on what they'd learned.

"What did she have to say?" Kono asked when Williams handed her back the phone.

"She's calling ahead and there'll be a chopper waiting for us at the airport," Williams said.

"We need to figure out exactly where Steve is being held," Chin said.

"Steve, are you there?" Williams spoke into his phone, but there was no sound from the other end. "Let's go...we'll make plans on the way."

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Steve knew he needed to keep moving and seriously thought about hanging onto the phone, but if Tomas and his men caught up to him they'd realize he'd called for help. This way he could keep the cell phone active and hopefully his team could get a read on his location. He kept off the main trial, slipping and sliding as he fought to stay ahead of whoever might be following him.

McGarrett knew he'd been lucky so far and no warning shout had been raised, but that luck could change at any time. He could hear the waves breaking against the shore far below and off to the right. He cursed as he lost his footing and slid several feet further down the slope, feeling every rock and twig that tore at his flesh. He managed to keep a tight grip on the gun, but paid for it dearly as pain shot through his left arm.

Steve knew he must have blacked out and came to with the sound of crashing noises that signaled pursuit. He struggled to get to his feet and managed to get there without passing out. He gripped the gun and looked further down the trail as Tomas' voice reached his ears. His pursuers were not very far behind him and Steve looked around for a likely place to hide, but there was only clearing on one side and a long fall to sure death on the other.

"Commander, you've been very naughty and I know I warned you there's be consequences for your actions."

Steve ignored the man as he continued his rash bid to escape and silently prayed Danny and the others had been able to get a fix on his location. Even if they had, it would still take time for them to reach him. He needed to buy time, but right now he didn't think he had the energy to buy anything, even if he did have the time.

McGarrett had no idea how much further he needed to travel, but the sounds of pursuit were a lot closer than they'd been and he knew it was only a matter of time before Tomas caught up to him. He saw a bend in the path ahead and staggered to a halt as he looked down into a deep gully that ended in the rocks where the waves crashed against the and was slightly surprised when the spray actually reached his face.

"Put the gun down, Commander."

Steve turned around slowly, but did not drop the gun as he stared at Tomas. The man wasn't alone, but Steve didn't recognize either of the men with him as the sound of a chopper reached his ears. He didn't take his eyes off the trio as Tomas spoke again.

"I will not say it again, Commander, put down the gun!"

Steve knew he could shoot one of them, possibly two, but that would just get him killed and with Danny and the others actively searching for him, he knew he needed to bide his time until they reached the island. Steve dropped the gun and stared at his enemy.

"I promised you what would happen if you tried anything, Commander!"

The sound of the shot reached his ears at the same time as the pain shot through his leg and he no longer had the strength to stay on his own two feet. He held his breath and cried out as the two men grabbed his arms and dragged him back up the trail toward the small building that was his prison. They dumped him inside and locked the door, leaving Steve to the mounting pain that sent him toward the darkness that stretched across his field of vision.

TBC

Author's Note—-Well, still haven't figure out how to fix the glitch at and so I'd just like to let everyone know that I really appreciate your support and reviews. If you don't have private messaging enabled then I can't answer you back personally. Thanks again...Winnie