EPISODE 7 "Ho'apono" (Accept)

Part 4

Mitch picked up her phone "Viva Las Vegas" playing loudly for all of two seconds before she put it to her ear, her eyes still scanning over the words as she wrote in English her best translation on another paper. She continued to translate as she spoke into the phone, "Now's not the best time, Mary."

"How did- Nevermind, Where's my brother?" she got right into it.

"He's-" Mitch shook her head. "He's a little busy. Can it wait?"

"Actually, no," Mary's voice was urgent. "Why are there pictures of burned corpses in the study?"

"What are you talking about?" Mitch's eyes narrowed.

"Do you really not know?" Mary didn't sound like she didn't believe that for a second. "I found this tool kit," she said, "and it has all this weird stuff in it— like a tape recorder, crime scene photos and some postcards from Japan?"

Suddenly Mitch realized what Mary was talking about. "Mary, put the box back, okay?" Mitch said urgently sitting upright in her seat.

"What? Why?"

"It's evidence, okay? Just put it back," Michelle said harshly.

"Evidence of what?" Mary asked.

Michelle groaned. "Look, it was something your dad was investigating, a case he was working on... he wanted Steve to find it."

"Why?"

"Mary, please," Mitch said, "Okay, please, just do me a favor and just put the goddamn box back where it was for now, okay?" she asked. "Please!"

"Okay, okay. Fine, I will," Mary said.

There was a pause. "Tell me you're putting the box back."

"Relax," Mary said. "I will."

"So you're putting it back, right now, right?"

"Jesus, yes," Mary rolled her eyes.

"Thank you," Mitch said. "I'll have Steve call you when he can, kay?"

"Yeah. Bye."

Mitch rubbed her eyes and looked back at the journal, then at the phone in her hand. "Well, shit," she said aloud to no one but herself.

In the kitchen, Steve laid Graham's knife on the table.

"You had that fellow's knife and you were standing right next to him and you didn't take him out?" Ed questioned.

"There's a way to do this where nobody has to die," Steve said, "Besides, this is evidence," he pointed out. "Look at the dried blood on this knife," he held the drawn knife for the other man to see. "There's a fingerprint in there. I think it was put there at the time of the murder."

"Hm," Ed hummed.

"Watch this," he said, pulling the blush out of his pocket and loading up the brush, swiping it gently over the fingerprint to make it visible. "This could be what clears him."

"You really think he's innocent, don't you?" Ed said.

"My team's motto is 'leave no man behind'," Steve shrugged. "Now we just need to find him."

"Where do you think he took the hostages?"

"He'll need another place with a good view of the gangway," Steve said, "I think the best place would be the pilothouse."

"Well, I know a shortcut," Ed said.

"Lead the way," Steve motioned.

"Took me a while," Ed began as he lead Steve down a safer route to the pilothouse, "but I swore that I knew the name Steve McGarrett. Your grandfather was in the Navy, wasn't he?"

"Yes, sir. Stationed here at Pearl," Steve looked at him, surprised.

"Yeah," the old man smiled, "I remember, heh."

"Wait a minute," Steve stopped the other man.

"Tough son of a gun."

"You served with my grandfather?" Steve asked.

"On the Arizona," he said.

"Were you one of the lucky ones?"

"It wasn't luck," Ed shook his head. "I wasn't on board that day. I lied about my age to enlist, ya know. I was 16 at the time," he said. "They found out, but the officers liked me and they kept me around as a runner," he paused, "So that's what I was doing December 7th, 1941, running messages to the Army at Fort Shafter across the harbor. I could see those explosions," he told Steve, "those men I admired so greatly. They gave their lives for all of us." He sighed and shook his head. "And I couldn't do a damned thing for them. I walk past the Arizona Memorial every day and I am reminded of their sacrifice." He looked at Steve. "The man that you are named after was a real hero," he said. "You should be very proud."

"I am proud," Steve said surely. "Come on, let's go."

"What are you drawing?" Kono asked, looking over at the stick figures Lily was coloring.

"Me, Mommy and Daddy," Lily said. Kono flipped the paper over and drew a stick figure riding a poorly drawn surfboard over a line of blue. "What are you drawing?" Lily asked her.

"This is me," Kono said, "surfing this morning. Can you draw what you were doing this morning?"

Lily nodded, picking up a few new crayons. "Okay."

"What is that?" Kono asked for a moment.

"That's my hiding place when there's too much yelling," Lily said, pointing to the brown box and the stick figure underneath it.

"You hide under the couch?" Kono asked her.

"Sometimes."

"Are those Daddy's shoes?" Kono pointed to the shoes drawn to the side of it.

"No," Lily said.

"Whose shoes are they?" Kono asked. Lily fidgeted but didn't look at her. "Hey, you don't have to be afraid. Nothing is gonna happen to you," she said. "You can tell me."

"That's the man that yelled at Mommy," she said.

"Was Daddy there when they were yelling?" Kono asked, but Lily didn't answer. "Hey, Lily, this is really important," she pleaded. "Who was that man? And what was he saying to Mommy?"

"I can't talk funny like he and Mommy did," Lily said, looking up at Kono. "But they yelled a lot." She paused, looking at her drawing. "Then Mommy got hurt."

"Hey, do you wanna see where I work?' Kon asked, but Lily wasn't paying attention, instead staring at a silver-haired man in a suit with reflecting sunglasses. There was a terrified expression on her face.

"Lily, who is that? Who's that man?" Kono asked, leaving Lily at the table to talk to him, maybe five feet away. "Excuse me. Sir?"

Then Lily screamed, having moved away from the table.

Kono turned just in time to see one man step out of the van and pick the little girl up. "Lily!" She shouted, but she could not catch up.

He'd taken her.

"Look, I only took my eyes off Lily for a second," Kono told Chin, walking with him.

"They were targeting her. We didn't know that. You couldn't have prevented it," he said while Danny and Mitch talked to Steve on the phone.

"So we got an APB out on the vehicle," Mitch filled him in, "and H.P.D.'s setting up checkpoints. We got no plates, but Kono got eyes on the abductors."

"Is she okay?" Steve asked.

"No, I don't think so," Danny told him.

"She will be," Mitch said. "We didn't know Lily was being targeted. Kono feels like it's her fault. We get her back. We fix this."

"Get any hits on those fingerprints I sent?" Steve asked.

"Yeah," Danny said. "I got a second set on the knife. They definitely don't belong to Graham. They definitely don't belong to Noreen either," he said, "but they're not showing up in any H.P. , so I'm expanding the search nationally."

"Great. So we've got abductors, got a witness that puts another man in the house at the time of the murder, we got somebody else's prints on the blade," Steve listed.

"Danny this is really starting to look like-"

"Graham didn't do it, I know," he said. "But it's not over yet."
"You two need to find a match on that print."

"Well duh," Mitch rolled her eyes.

"You need to end this hostage situation," Danny shot back. "And whatever you do, please, under no circumstance tell this guy about his daughter."

"He should know," Steve said.

"No, no. He should not know," Mitch interrupted passionately.

"What she said," Danny agreed. "Trust me, as a father, the last thing you wanna hear is something happened to your kid. You add that to his irrational state of mind, things are only gonna get worse."

"Copy that," Steve said, though he did not sound happy about it.

"Steve," she pressed.

"I said, copy that," he shook his head.

"Mmm," she hummed as Danny said, "Don't get soft on this guy, partner, all right? Not until we have absolute proof that he didn't kill his wife." He paused, "And if he did and it comes down to it, are you gonna be able to take this guy out?"

"It's not gonna come to that."

She did not like that answer.