Bryan tore down the hallway and tackled the man in black. He wrestled him a few feet from Matt's body. Harper shuffled down the hallway as fast as possible, tears filling her eyes. She dropped to her knees beside Matt. He was choking on his breath, a trail of blood running from the corner of his mouth. She pressed her hands on the wound to stop the bleeding. "No, no, no," she cried. "Matt? Matt, stay with me."
A shot rang out behind Harper and she twisted to see. Bryan hurried over to her from the dead body that was the man in black. He knelt on the other side of Matt, and Matt looked at him. Bryan gave him a nod. "Aloha, friend," Bryan said to Matt.
Blood poured through the cracks in Harper's hands. "No, no, there has to be something we can do!" she cried. Matt choked a little more, and then he breathed his last breath. His eyes didn't close. They stayed open and blank, glossed over. Harper let out a small sob, her whole body trembling. "No..." she sobbed. "No!"
"Harper, come on, we have to go," Bryan said. He grabbed Harper's arms and pulled her to her feet, shaking and crying. He hurried her along down the hallway to the four-way intersection. Suddenly, out of all four directions, men in black poured into the intersection around them.
"Put your hands up!" one of them called, his gun trained on both of them. Bryan grudgingly held up his hands. Harper raised her hands up, ignoring the hot blood still covering them, and choked out a sob.
"I really don't know what else to say," Harrison Morgan sat behind his desk as various assistants moved about the large room. Danny and Grover stood in front of the man's desk, unimpressed. "Mr. West went missing two years ago."
"Yeah, but did you forget the fact that a girl—also related to your daughter—went missing a month ago?" Grover said. Harrison seemed a little interested at this news. "Really? Ellie never said anything to me," he said, obviously thinking about something he had no intentions of sharing.
"Ellie never said anything to you?" Danny asked, lightly sarcastic.
"No, she didn't," Harrison said, narrowing his eyes at the sarcasm. "If you think I committed a crime, arrest me. But, if not, I have things to do."
Steve knocked on the white door that stood between him and the ear witness. This mysterious ear witness was found to be Kaitlyn Moore, a twenty-six year old woman that worked at the same small grocery store Megan Reynolds did. A minute after knocking, the door opened.
A young-looking woman stood behind the door with dark brown hair. She raised an eyebrow at the police presence. "Can I help you?" she asked.
"Yes, we're looking for Kaitlyn Moore. This was her last known address," Chin said.
"What is this about?" the woman asked, crossing her arms over her chest protectively. "Has she done something wrong?"
"No, ma'am. We need to talk to her about a kidnapping she witnessed two years ago," Steve explained.
"Is she home?" Chin asked. The woman seemed a little apprehensive, but she nodded. She moved back, pulling the door with her, and gestured for them to come in. "Come in. She's out back," the woman said, as Steve and Chin stepped inside. The woman closed the door behind them and walked through the pure white foyer of the house, toward the open back door made of glass.
Steve and Chin followed her outside, into the large 'backyard' that seemed more like an oasis for tulips and roses. She stopped a few feet out, stopping Steve and Chin in doing so. "That's her," she said, gesturing to a red head tending to the flowers several feet away.
"Thank you," Chin said to her, as Steve started for the red head. The woman nodded and Chin followed after Steve. As Steve neared the red haired woman, he said, "Kaitlyn Moore?" She perked up, glancing to her side. "That's me," she said. She stood and turned toward Steve. "Who's asking?"
"Steve McGarrett, Chin Ho Kelly," Steve briefly introduced. "Ms. Moore, we need to ask you some questions about the night of September eighth, two-thousand thirteen." Kaitlyn sighed lightly, glancing down at her flowers momentarily. She loosely crossed her arms. "I already told the police everything I know," she said, exhaustively.
"Another woman, Harper Kelly, went missing just a month ago—under the same circumstances as Megan Reynolds," Chin explained. Kaitlyn's eyes rounded a bit, and she paused. "Oh my goodness," she said, surprised. "And you think they're connected?"
"We know they are, and we're trying to figure out how. What can you tell us about that night?" Steve asked.
"Well...my shift just ended, and I was walking home," she started.
"Does your trip home always take you past Megan's house?" Chin asked.
"No. I wanted to stop by and see her, since she didn't make it into work that day. She'd said she was sick or something," she continued. "I was walking and then, a few blocks from Megan's house, I heard this scream—followed by what sounded like tires skidding. A black van sped past the block a minute later."
"And that didn't seem odd?" Steve asked.
"It did, a bit. I mean, that neighborhood is notorious for gang violence and all-night parties," Kaitlyn said.
"So you saw the van. Did you see license plates or a driver?" Steve asked.
She shook her head. "It was really dark, and I wasn't looking. I'm sorry I'm not more help. That woman's family must be terrified." Steve nodded, keeping It professional. Chin glanced at Steve and then turned back to Kaitlyn. "Thank you for your time, Ms. Moore. Have a nice day," he said, moving to leave.
Another thud echoed out from the dry cement as Harper's head slowly dropped into the wall. She pulled back her head, and dropped it again. Her eyes burned from crying, her hands were stained red, and her whole body ached. She lay propped up against the wall on her side in the corner of her cell.
It felt like at least an hour since she'd seen Bryan—or anyone, for that matter. It was worrisome. The pain in her head had numbed ten minutes ago. She no longer felt the throbbing headache or the much needed smack to her skull from hitting the wall.
The things she'd experienced in the past twenty-four hours included over-coming claustrophobia, being stabbed with scissors, nearly bleeding to death, and watching a close friend die. So to say that she was mentally—and physically—numb would be an understatement.
Suddenly, her door slid open. A man in jeans and a T-shirt, with a suit jacket and a hat, stood in the door way. Dark sunglasses covered his eyes. "Well," he said. "Isn't this a pitiful sight?" He took a few steps into the cell and stopped, clasping his hand in front of him. Harper didn't try to get up. She didn't do anything.
"My name is Eddie Shultz," the man said. "I'm your new agent."
"Where's Derek?" Harper asked, not looking at him, her voice cracking and low.
"Sorry, sweetie. They don't share that kind of information with us other agents," Eddie said. Eddie sighed as he looked at her. He walked over and knelt, then grabbed her arms, moving her up to sit. "Come on, get up." Harper instinctively ripped herself away and slapped a hand across his face. "Don't touch me!" she hissed, glaring daggers at him.
"Aren't we feeling feisty today?" Eddie said. Harper balled up saliva in her mouth and spit it at him, splattering his face. He sighed and sat on her bed, wiping the spit from his face. "Look-"
"Where's Derek?" Harper repeated.
"-I'm trying to-"
"Where's Derek?" Harper repeated it again, more forcefully this time.
"Oh for Pete's sake, I don't know!" Eddie said, slightly annoyed. "All they told me was that you and your other teammate were in need of a Team switch, so I bought the two of you. They didn't tell me anything about why, dear."
"You bought us?" she asked, disdainfully.
"It was either that or you die, princess," Eddie said, sarcastically serious. "Look around you. It's die if you do and die if you don't here, it's dog-eat-dog! I understand that you lost a friend, but you don't have time to mope—not down here."
"Then I guess they'll just have to kill me," Harper said, leaning into the wall. Eddie rolled his eyes, having seen it all before. "Fine, play these games," he said, standing. He walked to the open door and stopped, turning back. "Just know that if you aren't ready to fight in two days' time, they will kill you." He then turned and left the room, and the door slid closed behind him.