It had been quite a journey and it wasn't over yet. The last few days were almost as stressful as the last ten years. Steve McGarrett was on a quest to find peace. He had been through so much in his life that he needed to rest and recharge. After leaving Hawaii with Catherine, whom he thought would remain with him; ended up going back on a mission. He was angry but, in a way, he somewhat of expected it. Steve then stopped by to see Mary and Joanie. He wasn't used to six-year-old children and, even though he loved them, he couldn't stay.
Steve needed solitude. He needed a place to be able to think, reflect and find himself. He knew of several places where he could go to be alone and he also had a few people he could connect with. It was his decision. He had the time as he was no longer on a time clock. He certainly knew how to defend himself if he chose to be alone in the wilderness. Steve's biggest decision was what to do next.
He wasn't sure if he wanted to get on another plane or rent a car. He could catch a bus or a train and just let things lead him. Did it matter where he went, no. Did he want a big city where he could get lost, perhaps? A small town would potentially have more space. He didn't care. Steve was open but he needed to decide.
Steve took a seat at the small table in the airport and removed a map from his bag. He began to look over the names of cities and towns throughout the US. He sipped his soda then took another bite of the hamburger he ordered. A small drop of ketchup landed on the map. He carefully wiped it away and then looked at the names surrounding the drop. There it was his next destination. Apache View, Texas. He looked around and smiled. There was a group of Sailors walking around. He knew a Military transport wasn't too far away. Steve quickly gathered his things and walked towards the young men. He removed his ID and was about to say something when they saluted him. "At ease," he replied. "I need to catch a flight; do you have room?"
"Yes," a man answered, "We do for you Commander McGarrett."
Steve recognized the voice. "Wade," he shook his hand and gave him a quick (man) hug. "What are you doing here?"
"I should ask you the same thing," Wade knew but chose not to say anything. He looked at his friend and smiled. "I think we have room for one more."
"I appreciate it," Steve knew Wade kept in touch with his friends at Five-0, especially Junior. He followed the men to a part of the airport where they would catch the transport flight. This wasn't a routine thing for Military planes to be at major airports, but Steve was glad they were there.
"We're making three stops," Wade noted as the walked onto the tarmac. "We have a stop at NAS Corpus Christi," Wade continued but Steve knew it was Naval Air Station Corpus Christi. He waited for the sailors to load then took a seat closest to the rear of the plane. He sighed heavily uncertain as to how this was going to work out. Steve had always been adventurous and even when things didn't go exactly as planned, he never regretted taking the leap.
"So how are you my friend," Wade questioned as he sat next to Steve.
"You know," Steve remarked.
"Tough year," Wade noted. He patted Steve's back. "You'll be alright. I know that for a fact son." Steve nodded. "Here is the name of the commanding officer at NAS Corpus Christi. They will have a bunk for you."
"Thanks," Steve placed the paper in his pocket. He didn't know if it was divine intervention or carefully orchestrated, but Steve was glad that Wade and his men were there. He leaned back and closed his eyes. The plane ride wasn't a long one, but it was long enough for him to rest. Wade had moved seats to allow Steve some time alone, but he also needed to give orders to his men.
The plane ride was uneventful and rather quick. He thanked the men and Wade for the ride, then departed the plane. He found his way to the Commander and the Barracks. He was surprised he had a small room just for him. It was a private section usually reserved for High Ranking Officers. Steve sat on the bed and could feel the events of the day starting to affect him. Before Steve could do anything, there was a knock at the door. "It's open."
"Commander McGarrett," The young man saluted. "Commander Gutches and Commander Williams would like you to join them for dinner." He watched Steve stand. "Follow me please sir." Steve followed the young sailor to the dining area and sat down. They ordered and spoke about trivial things. After a couple of hours passed Steve excused himself and retreated to his room. He knew he needed sleep.
Steve woke to the sound of men marching. It was a sound he knew too well. He showered quickly then headed to the mess for breakfast. He was about to pay when the cashier stopped him. His meal was paid for by Commander Williams. After breakfast Steve packed his things. Steve needed a few things from the Exchange. He asked the cashier about transportation to Apache View and was told where he could rent a vehicle. Steve was given a ride to a small car rental place just on the edge of the base. Because he was still considered Military, he received a great deal on the rental. Steve pulled out the map and entered the information into the GPS. He adjusted the seats and began the drive. It was quiet almost too quiet as it made him think. That was one of the things he hated, being alone with his thoughts. He could hear all those voice in his head again. His father, his mother, Joe and Danny. Steve wanted to drown them out with music, but he decided against it. Instead, he just let them play out. He found that by trying to drown them out, they only got louder.
Steve was jarred back to the road when the voice from the GPS told him he was a few miles from his destination. He sighed knowing he was close, close to something, but he wasn't sure what. Steve followed the directions and parked in a spot in front of a bakery. He knew people would hang out and what better way to get to know his surroundings. He locked the car and opened the door. The smells were incredible. He walked to the glass counter and perused the offerings.
"May I help you?" the woman asked. She was busy placing a tray in the case and didn't look at him directly.
"I'm new here," he smiled. "Do you know of any short-term rentals or a hotel perhaps?"
The woman faced Steve. "Well," she placed her hands on the top of the glass case, "I know of a room for rent." She looked into his blue eyes. "How long are you planning on staying?"
"Honestly," He shrugged, "I don't know. I am on no real time schedule."
"Well Sugar," her Texas drawl very apparent. "If you go two blocks over you will see a blue house with a tire swing in front. Right next door is the house that has a room for rent." She quickly looked Steve over. "You're military, aren't you?"
"Yes," Steve didn't want to explain he was reserves.
"Well thank you for your service," She smiled, then handed him a small bag. "We love our military."
"Thanks," Steve noted holding up the bag. He proceeded to the house where the room was for rent. He parked on the street but before he exited the car, he needed to see how much money he had on him. Steve never carried a lot of cash, if he carried any at all. He opened his wallet and laughed. He remembered how Danny would accuse him of forgetting his wallet or not removing money because he was cheap.
"Frugal," Steve said as if he was actually responding to Danny. He exited the car and approached the house. He knew it was the correct one because it had a sign in the window, "Room for Rent."
Steve knocked on the door and was greeted by a young woman in scrubs, "May I help you?"
"I'm here for the room for rent." Steve replied.
"Oh dear," the woman noted, "The person that handles that isn't here right now."
"Let me take care of it," the gravelly voice man noted wheeling himself towards the front door. "What's your name son?"
"Steve McGarrett," he replied.
The man let out a laugh, "Well I'll be dad gummed." He held out his hand, "Commander Steve McGarrett." He looked at the young woman, "This here's a real hero Melba. He is not only a Navy SEAL, but he was also in intelligence."
"I'm sorry do I know you sir," Steve tried to picture the voice and the face.
"No son," he looked up Steve, "I guess the years have taken their toll. I am," he stopped, "I was Master Chief Maguire. Now retired."
"Sorry sir." Steve noted, "I should have recognized your voice."
"It's okay," He shifted in his wheelchair, "Time hasn't been a friend to me." He looked Steve over. "Please come in."
Steve entered the house and did a quick look around. He could see it was comfortable, lived-in and it felt safe. "Thank you."
"How long do you need the room for," the Master Chief asked.
"In all honesty I don't know," Steve didn't want to explain. He looked at him knowing the man understood.
"Well let me think about this," the Master Chief urged him to sit down. "Are you willing to do a little work around here?" He leaned in close, "We can barter."
"Excuse me," Steve asked.
"I let you stay here for free if you would help me with some things around here," Master Chief stated. "You would be helping both me and my daughter."
"Sir," Steve clasped his hands and looked at him, "I know there are a few things I can do, and I know what I can't."
"Painting, mowing the lawn, general fixer-upper stuff," He replied. "I can't do it and my daughter doesn't have time."
Steve couldn't say no but he was curious, "Won't your daughter be mad?"
"My house. My decision," he replied gruffly. Then he softened. "My daughter works two jobs and I know it's hard on her. She has to come home and take care of those things. This would help her a lot, and me too."
Steve agreed on the condition his daughter was okay with everything. The Master Chief showed him the room. It was in a separate part of the house that came with its own private bathroom. Steve thought it was a nice room. He grabbed his bag from the car and began to unpack. He sat on the bed when he was done and looked around. Steve sighed, for now this was his home. He wanted to explore the area, so he knew how to maneuver around. Steve grabbed his keys and started down the hall when he saw Melba. She handed him a set of keys and explained one was the house key, one was a key to the garage and the last key was to a car. Steve stated he didn't need the latter, but she said Master Chief Maguire insisted, especially if he had to run errands for them.
Steve, for now, used his rental car. He drove back to the main street and parked in front of the local market. He figured he could walk around and see what the town had to offer. He passed by a few small stores that sold antiques, books and pets. He could see the town was larger than he expected but still small enough for his taste. He took a deep breath as the smell of fresh bread hovered around him. He was hungry and debated as to whether he should eat something. He opened the door to the bakery and stepped inside. He wanted to thank the lady for her recommendation.
"Can I help you sir," The woman asked. Her short auburn hair, hazel eyes seemed to fit her well proportioned frame.
"There was a woman here earlier," he noted. "She gave me a recommendation and I wanted to thank her."
"Hello sugar," the woman stated as she approached them. "Did you find the place?"
"Yes," Steve replied. "I wanted to thank you."
"No problem," She smiled. "I gather you go the room?"
"Yes," Steve replied. He could see the younger woman getting a little agitated. "Did you give him my dad's address?"
"Yes," the woman answered.
"What did my dad ask for the room." The younger woman questioned.
Steve was suddenly very uncomfortable. The young woman pulled him aside. "Room for work," Steve noted.
The younger woman sighed, "I guess it should be fine." She extended her hand. "I am Grace Maguire."
"Steve McGarrett," they shook hands. The spark was undeniable.
"I suppose he gave you the use of the truck?" She asked going back behind the counter.
"I think so," Steve pulled out the keys.
"You will be responsible for the gas," She untied her apron. "We will cover the insurance. You can either choose to eat with us or eat on your own." She grabbed her bag, "I have to get back to work." Grace noted, "Martha thanks for holding down the fort." Martha waived as Steve and Grace exited. "It was nice to meet you." She removed her keys. "I will see you later?"
"Yes of course," Steve replied as he watched Grace drive off in her SUV. He liked her and was glad she wasn't too upset about the bartering. Steve grabbed a quick bite at the diner then continued to explore. He arrived back at the house a couple of hours later. He tired to unlock the front door then realized it was open. He wasn't sure if he needed to let anyone know he was there.
"You're back," Melba noted. "Miss Grace called she wanted to let everyone know she was bringing home supper."
Steve nodded then headed to his room. He looked at his watch. He had time for a nap knowing they would discuss at dinner what all needed to be done around the house. Steve changed into his shorts and t-shirt then laid down. He tried to sleep but the voices were back. He tried to block them out, but they seemed to get louder. He threw on a pair of tennis shoes and went for a run; it seemed to help. He returned a short time later and took a shower. He was just in time for supper.
The three of them entered the kitchen and started to sit around the table. Melba was still at the house, but she was busy cleaning the Master Chief's room. She rarely ate with them anyway. Steve offered to help Grace with the food, but she refused. She did have him set the table and knew, if it wasn't done right, her dad would let him know. Grace watched Steve for a moment and knew he was military. She didn't expect that Steve knew her dad.
"So, there we were," the Master Chief stated, "Standing there watching these four candidates walk up the beach." He looked over at Steve. "They had broken curfew and were trying to get back on base without being seen," he laughed. "Then behind them was another soldier with a rifle motioning them onward."
"I learned my lesson the first time," Steve noted. "I caught them trying to sneak back in. I told them it was better for them to own up to it, then lie."
"Well they turned out to be some of the best SEAL's we had," the Master Chief noted. "Although by far you were the best."
"I don't know about that sir," Steve still felt guilty about Freddy and the other men he lost.
"You were," the Master Chief noted waiving his fork. "I tried to keep tabs on you." He took a bite of food, "Last I heard you were in Oahu running some task force."
"Yes sir," Steve knew he had to come clean. "I did." He looked at Grace then looked at the Master Chief. "I took a leave of absence."
The Master Chief knew all to well. He didn't say anything, just nodded. He didn't want to discuss the topic at the table. Steve looked at Grace who was listening but didn't say anything. Steve didn't know how much the Master Chief knew about what happened to Joe. He hesitated to tell him. Grace grabbed a pad and pen from the drawer. "Looks like we need to discuss a few things."
"Of course," Steve was curious as to exactly what he would be doing.
They decided that Steve would paint around the house, make a few repairs, and take care of the yard work. He discovered that Grace worked at the local High School as a teacher. She teaches History, English and Theater. He also found out that she owned the bakery her dad but because he wasn't capable, she became the one who was in charge. Grace was relieved that Steve would help with things around the house. She was curious too as to why he took a leave of absence. She didn't want to ask but hoped she would eventually find out.
Grace cleared the dishes while her dad and Steve walked to the living room. "I heard about Joe White. How are you doing?"
Steve sat across from him; hands folded in front of him. "I'm okay."
"Sure, you are," The Master Chief growled. "That's why you're here isn't it?" He seemed to know Steve was hurting. He patted Steve's leg. "You need time young man. Take all the time you need." His voice got soft almost to a whisper. "You can stay as long as you need to. I understand, I have been there myself."
Steve looked at him, "Really?" He was a little skeptical.
"Before I became an instructor," he sighed, "I was in Vietnam. It was hell and I lost a lot of my team. I was their CO and I was responsible."
"He blamed himself for a long time," Grace noted as she entered the room. "Sometimes I think he still does." She patted her dad's shoulder. "I need to take care of a few things. I will leave you two alone." She grabbed her bags and headed down the hall. She graded papers trying to concentrate. She remembered what her dad went through and hope she didn't have to go through the same with Steve.
The Master Chief and Steve continued to speak creating a special bond. Steve liked and respected Master Chief, he always did. He knew he could go to him for advice and would understand. Steve knew he had Danny and the rest of the team, but they couldn't quite fathom what Steve was going through. Steve could feel the weight of the day take its toll. He dismissed himself and headed to his room. He passed by the room where Grace was working. He bid her a good night then headed to his room. He undressed and crawled under the covers. Sleep, surprisingly, came easy to him. The nightmares he experienced, for now, were dormant. He woke suddenly to someone knocking on his door. Steve threw on his shirt and opened the door. "What" he answered groggily.
"It's Master Chief," Melba noted. "Miss Grace is with him."
Steve ran down the hall. Grace was holding her dad's hand softly speaking to him. "He's going," was all she could say.
"Let me speak to him alone," The Master Chief asked. Grace complied.
A few minutes later Steve called her back in. "I love you," his voice was barely audible. Before she could respond he took his last breath. Grace sat for a moment then seemed to leap onto Steve's arms after he touched her shoulder. He could feel her cry as he stood there. Melba left the room to answer the door. She had called the Police to document the passing. The town was small, and they had no Coroner, deaths were up to the local Police Department. Grace walked with Steve to the living room while the officers did what they needed to. Despite their being police officers Grace asked Melba to stay in the room. There had been a rash of thefts after deaths and she didn't want that to happen to her father. She didn't know if it was the Police that were stealing items or someone else, but she did want to protect her father's things.
Steve met the officers in the hallway. They explained the procedure and that someone would be there to collect the body. They gave their condolences and headed on their way. "Can I get you anything?" Steve asked.
"No thanks," Grace replied. "I knew it was going to happen sooner or later," she sighed, "I just didn't expect sooner." She leaned back against the couch trying to keep her composure. "Thank you." She watched Melba enter the room. "You don't have to stay."
"I want to Miss Grace," Melba placed her hands in her pockets then emptied them. "I want you to know I didn't take anything and neither did those policemen."
Grace knew it wasn't Melba. Melba didn't need the money; she was fairly well off financially. She had won the lottery a few years ago and decided to give back. Melba's dad and the Master Chief served together so there was a connection, maybe even an obligation. Master Chief Maguire had saved her father's life in Vietnam.
Master Chief Maguire was part of an elite team, that consisted of John McGarrett, Joe White, Mitchell Wilkinson, and Master Chief Maguire. They managed to keep in touch over the years until each one started to pass away. John McGarrett was the first to pass away. Master Chief Maguire wasn't sure if Steve remembered that he was at his dad's funeral; just like he was at Wilkinson's. There was no service for Joe White, but Master Chief Maguire sent a card.
Now it seemed like a waiting game. Steve and Grace sat quietly waiting for her dad's body to be picked up by the mortuary. She was numb, not quite sure how to feel. She loved her dad but lived under his control for a long time. It was only recently that they had a mutual relationship of understanding, compassion and respect. She had the bakery and the house but was still alone.
About an hour after the police left the mortuary arrived to pick up the body. Melba went home. Grace made her way to her bedroom to try and sleep. Steve followed behind after securing the house. Both, despite the night's events, managed to get some sleep.