I think we all missed our SEAL so as promised, here is the update on Steve.

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"No! No way, Danny!" Mary yelled, her arms crossed on her chest. "I didn't come all the way to Hawaii to be locked up in a safe house!"

Danny knew he shouldn't tell anyone about Steve but what else was he supposed to tell her? She was already involved anyway. But he couldn't risk her and her daughter's safety.

"It's not safe for you to be out there at the moment," he said. "And if something happened to you or Joan, Steve would kill me."

"I can't just wait and do nothing Danny. He is my brother." Tears welled in her eyes. "I had no one else but him and when he died… I… I felt so lost. If he's really alive, I need to find him. I want to help."

Danny wrapped his arms around her shoulders and pulled her into an embrace. "I know." His voice was soft and compassionate. "I will find him, Mary. I won't stop until I find him, all right? But you'll help me more if I don't have to worry about your safety. Think about Joan. She has no one but you."

Mary pulled away from the hug after a few seconds and nodded reluctantly, wiping her tears. "Okay," she muttered.

His heart shattered when he saw her like this. Steve was Mary's and Joan's only family left and with their family's tragic past it was no surprise she looked up to her big brother, even after all they've been through. It broke her when Danny had called her ten months ago to tell her about the plane crash. And now she had a hard time to believe Steve could be alive.

But Danny was certain now. Call it instinct, brother's bond, whatever. He knew Steve was out there. And he won't let anything and anyone stop him until his best friend is back home and safe.


Blake was waiting for Sabrina Lawson when she arrived home. He had clear instructions, and he always followed them to the letter, even if he liked to add a touch of an initiative to his work. In this case, his orders were to find out how much Danny Williams knew and whether he was in touch with McGarrett. From the bugs and cameras Blake's associate had planted in Williams' house that afternoon - while Blake had been following him to Health International's offices - nothing interesting had come to light yet.

But Blake thought Sabrina looked guilty as hell about something as she'd watched Williams away from the building's front doors. Their conversation could only have been to do with McGarrett's whereabouts that she might be keeping hidden.

When he heard a key enter the lock at the front door, he took up position behind the door and clutched his knife. He listened to Sabrina's footsteps in the hallway and waited patiently, his back against the wall. Her footsteps came closer. The door swung inwards and she entered the room without noticing him.

He punched her hard into the kidney, and she fell forwards onto the floor, the breath expelling from her lungs. She moaned in pain and tried to get up, but he didn't give her a chance, straddling her back and pinning her to the ground.

She cried out as he grabbed her arms and cuffed them together behind her back. She tried to struggle her body beneath him, but it was pointless.

"Please," she whimpered. "Don't hurt me. I have the money upstairs. Jewelry. Take it and leave me alone."

He leaned forward at the waist and put his mouth to her ear, his breath caressing her skin. "I haven't come for that." The smell of her, something sweet got him hard. He ground himself into her back.

She froze. "No. Please. Not that."

"You and me are going to have a little chat. If you tell me the truth, I'll let you go." He ran his fingers through her hair softly, stroking down the right side of her neck, lower, his fingertips skimming the outline of her breast. "Do you understand?"

Her breath came in sharp pants as she nodded.

"Just so we're completely clear …" He trailed off and whipped the knife around, bringing it in front of her face.

She moaned wildly, her body trembling beneath him. She tried to buck him off, but she was no match for his weight pressing her down into the floor.

He grabbed her long hair and yanked her head backward with one hand, touched the tip of the sharp blade to her cheekbone with the other. "If I think you're lying, you'll wish I'd just kill you."

She made a squeaking sound and nodded rapidly.

"You met Danny Williams."

"Y… yes."

"What did you talk about?"

"He just… um… he asked about Steve McGarrett."

"What about him?"

Tears slid down her cheek as she said, "He wanted to know what Steve had spoken to me about a few days before the plane crash."

"Explain."

A sob escaped from her lips. "I haven't told anyone. I can't risk t getting out. My priority is medical aid, I didn't want our permissions to be revoked."

"Haven't told anyone what?"

"About what Steve told me. Khalfani Iwu. His involvement. I… I think that's why you're here."

"So you've kept it to yourself all this time?"

"Yes."

Blake snorted. "You know, I'm not sure whether to believe you." He dug the blade into her cheek. "Is Williams in contact with McGarrett?"

"I don't know what you mean. He's dead." She twisted her head away. "Steve's dead."

He released the grip on her hair a little and stroked her face with the knife. "Are you sure about that?"

She jerked her head and clamped her teeth onto the exposed wrist of his knife hand, biting onto his wrist.

Blake tried to yank his arm away, but her teeth bore down hard. His knife wouldn't reach her from this angle.

He released her hair and punched her in the back of the head.

She let go of his wrist, whimpering and shaking beneath him. His skin throbbed. He shifted his weight to the side then turned her over onto her back, her arms tight beneath her. Then he straddled her once more. She looked up at him with absolute terror in her eyes. "You shouldn't have done that." He pressed the blade to her throat. "What else did you talk about with Williams?"

"Nothing. I swear."

"Do you know what? I think you're telling the truth. But the rules have changed now. I think after the stunt you pulled you owe me, so …" He trailed the knife over her collar bone, down towards her heaving chest. He sliced through the buttons on her silk blouse one by one, gradually exposing the tanned skin beneath.


Danny was on the verge of passing out from exhaustion, both - physical and emotional. But he couldn't stop now. There was no time to rest, not when he was so sure Steve was alive and in danger. His heavy eyelids fluttered and he had to shake his head to open them up again.

He stared at the screen of his laptop, sitting behind the desk in his office, willing Steve to call, to email, to… do something. He kept picking up his phone, checking the screen to make sure he still had a signal or to see if he had a new message, but… nothing.

Thinking about his next steps, wondering why anyone would call him from the hotel in Switzerland, where Steve had taken the photo, Danny must've drifted off to sleep in the early hours, because he woke to the sound of his ringtone.

He grabbed his phone from the desk, his heart thumping with anticipation, but it was just Lou calling.

"Hey, are you okay? I came to your house to check on you and you're not at home."

"I didn't go home last night," Danny said.

There was a short pause on the other side on the line. "You should get some rest, Danny. You're no use to him if you're dead on your feet."

Lou was right. But how could he just go home and sleep like nothing was going on?

"When is the last time you've eaten something?" Lou asked.

"Um…" he tried to think. "I'm not really sure."

"Okay, that's it. Get your ass home, I'll pick up some food meanwhile."

Danny hesitated for a moment, then agreed and hung up. He glanced over his watch. The team will be here soon. Better to get away before anyone comes in to avoid seeing the pity in their eyes. He checked his mailbox and his phone one more time, then stood up and headed home.

Lou was already there, waiting for him with a bag of some bakery and two cups of coffee. He gave Danny a sad smile when he got out of his car and headed to the front door. "Any news?"

"Just what I've told you last night. Sabrina is hiding something, I'm sure of that. Someone in Geneva called me to warn me I'm in danger and not to trust Khalfani Iwu. Then the guy who'd been watching me drove a car with fake plates. Nothing much. Nothing that might help me find him."

"We'll find him, Danny." Lou's voice was confident. "But let's eat something first, all right?"

Danny nodded and pushed the door open. And then he saw the envelope on the floor, the same small, brown envelope addressed in the same block capital letters. His heart jumped.

He ripped it open and pulled out a single piece of paper. Another note.

Meet me at Makiki District Park today.

The last bench at the same time you saw me the last time.

I'll explain everything.

Danny blew out a breath he'd been clutching inside and looked up at Lou. "He's here." His voice was a mere whisper. "Steve's in Honolulu."

"What?"

Danny read the note again and again. "He wants to meet me." He glanced over his watch. The last time he'd seen his friend was when he'd dropped him off at the airport.

"When? Where?"

"Makiki District Park, in twelve hours." Danny tucked the letter into his pocket and a wide smile stretched his cheeks.


Blake sat in the back of the van parked at the end of Danny's close and waited patiently for the Detective to return home. They had some talking to do. He peered from the window when his phone buzzed with an alert.

It was from the cameras and voice recorders planted in Williams' house and they'd just been activated. A grin snaked up the corner of his lips.

As he clicked on the recording box with real-time footage. Danny and another man walked in and picked up the post, their expressions suggesting there was something about the piece of paper inside. And blondie's next words just confirmed Blake's suspicions.

"He's here. Steve is in Honolulu."

Blake's eyes widened with surprise. He zoomed in to the paper in Detective's hands and his grin grew wider. It was like he just won the main prize. Steve McGarrett himself.


Danny couldn't stop smiling as he walked toward the bench, waiting for Steve. He looked at his watch. It was nearly time. A tightness squeezed his chest, and he didn't know if it was fear or nervous excitement. He couldn't wait to see his friend again. But what if he was wrong and this had been some kind of sick hoax?

He blew out a breath, trying to keep the ache in his chest at bay, and glanced around. At first, he barely registered four men who walked a couple of meters behind him, but his senses were on high. He had someone watching him before and if it was them, he didn't want to lead them to Steve.

He kept walking, slowing his pace down to see how the men would react. The sounds of their footsteps adjusted accordingly, which gave him the answer he was looking for.

They were there for him.


Steve stood at his hotel window, his stomach coiled tight as he watched for Danny's approach. It would be over soon. After all the waiting he'd see his best friend again and they'll do what had to be done.

He tugged his baseball cap over his eyes to hide from any people that might recognize him. It was a risk coming here but a risk he had to take if he was going to save the kids. And he needed Danny's help for that.

He'd chosen the location carefully, in case someone recognized him. Too many people on this island knew him and long hair along with a beard wouldn't fool all of them. He couldn't have anyone else finding out he was still alive until the final moment when it was too late for them to react. If they knew, everyone he loves would be in danger. His sister and niece, Danny and his kids, all his friends, and their families. He couldn't let that happen.

He wiped his sweating palms on his jeans for the fourth time and let his mind wander back to Africa. To what he'd seen, what they didn't want him to expose, being ordered into the office at the airport by Khalfani Iwu and them confiscating his electronics. His evidence.

The police officer who'd patted him down had checked the leg pocket of his cargo pants, but surprisingly, didn't reveal to Khalfani Steve's phone nested inside. The other phone that Steve had handed over freely had been a cheap phone with a local SIM card, used only for emergencies.

Steve was told later by his friend Adama that the officer had been one of Adama's inside men. But sadly, Khalfani had later suspected him of working with Adama's group and had him killed.

After Khalfani had let Steve go, he'd thought he was one step closer to his objective. They wouldn't find anything on his laptop and video recorder because Steve had already removed the evidence and uploaded everything to a cloud.

But he wasn't that naive to think they'd just let him go. Khalfani would never risk it coming out. So he'd waited, sitting in that plane, until his men had turned away and left. When he'd told the pilot that he had an emergency and couldn't take the flight after all, his heart had hammered in his chest in case the pilot was one of them.

At that time, he'd thought they would be waiting for him in their destination, to intercept him when he arrived and kill him there. He had no idea then they were about to murder three innocent people by tampering with the plane to bring it down, but it made sense.

It was a better strategy for a foreigner to die in a plane crash than disappear or be murdered because others would start asking questions.

He'd felt relieved as he climbed down the steps, hurried along and hidden in the bush before calling Adama to come and collect him.

It was what Adama did the best. He helped the disappeared all the time. He had managed to get Steve a fake passport and had smuggled him across the borders, where he'd taken a plane to Singapore. All he could think of was getting home and get Danny's help to stop this madness. To save the kids. But Adama had told him the plane had gone down and his plans had to change.

In the last ten months, while they'd been getting everything ready, he'd almost reached out and contacted his best friend so many times but had stopped himself at the last minute. It was torture. He couldn't let anything happen to him. To any of his loved ones. Not until he could keep them safe. And the only way to ensure their safety in the meantime was to let Danny, his friends, his family, and Khalfani Iwu, think he was dead.

He watched for the people in the park, his nerves jangling, waiting for a glimpse of his best friend. It was dark and the path was illuminated by the lampposts alongside. There was no sign of anyone.

He thought about the last time he'd seen Danny. That morning he'd left about a year ago. When Danny had given him a ride to the airport, he had no way of knowing it was their goodbye. Danny was pissed that morning. Almost offended Steve hadn't told him that he'd been thinking about leaving until the night before his flight.

But he had to do this. Sabrina had come into his life at the right moment. He'd been thinking about leaving Five-0 and Hawaii anyway, she'd just given him an opportunity to do some good while searching for his inner peace at the same time.

But he'd missed Danny back there. And even more after the plane crash, as he couldn't have contacted him anymore. It was extremely difficult not to, knowing what pain his death would cause to his partner. He knew Danny will be angry, raging about letting him think Steve was dead. But eventually, he would forgive him. Because they had a bond, and throughout everything, their bond was unbreakable.

His heart jumped and his stomach churned as he saw Danny walk on the path, glancing around. He watched him for a minute to make sure it was safe to come outside.

He was about to turn around and go down there to meet his friend when he noticed four men coming from the same direction as Danny. They were all tall and wide, built like rugby players, casually glancing around the park. They might be just random people passing by, but Steve knew better.

Something was off. He kept his gaze on them, just to be sure, and then he saw one of the man's hands reaching behind his belt.

Fear slammed into Steve's chest. The guy had a gun, he was sure of it. And in a few seconds, all men aimed their guns at his best friend.

No. No, no, no. How had they found out Danny was meeting him? How had they found out he was alive? He'd always been careful.

He stood frozen in horror as one of the men patted Danny down, taking his gun. Then instinct kicked in and he ran from the room, down the corridor past the lifts and shouldered open the fire doors, sliding down the stairs three at a time.

By the time Steve had barrelled through the doors to the hotel and run across the street to the meeting point, there was no sign of Danny and the four men. Steve stood and turned around, his eyes looking for his best friend. Nothing. He jogged around the park, searching for them, fear lodged in his chest like a knife.

Where the hell were they? Those men could've taken him anywhere by now. The park was huge and led onto several different back roads. He ran across the entrance, looking one way, then the other, panic skipping through him. No sign of Danny.

This couldn't be happening. It was supposed to be work. No one should have been watching them now. He was careful, so certain Khalfani and his men thought he was dead. He had to find out where they'd taken Danny. The trouble was, he had no clue where to start. They could be anywhere. He knew what kind of people were they. They'd torture Danny to find out what he knew about him, and then they'd kill him. He might never see him again. Not when they were finished with him. All because he'd asked his friend for help. It was all his fault.

He ran around the park, calling Danny's name, not caring anymore that he was drawing attention to himself, because if those men had accomplices waiting for him, then he would use himself to draw them out.

At the same moment he had that thought, he could hear sounds of footsteps coming from behind him. Barely a second later, four men bounded out from around the corner right in front of him, rifles held up to their faces, the barrels pointed directly at Steve.

Steve turned to see two other men behind him, their guns pointed at him. He was panting, trying to catch his breath, his face pouring sweat and he could feel his cotton shirt was wet and sticking to him.

The four men moved aside, their eyes locked on Steve, and through the crowd strode a solitary figure. A short, plump man, walking casually with his hands behind his back. There was no sign of a rifle on his body, likely he just had the sidearm that was holstered on his hip.

The man walked toward Steve, then stopped a few yards in front of him. He stood tall, a steely expression on his face. Steve had no doubt this was the guy in charge. "You look good for a dead man," he taunted.

Steve remained silent, doing his best to hide the turmoil inside.

"On your knees," the man demanded.

Steve didn't make a move.

"Put your hands on the back of your head, then get down on your knees," the man said, his tone harder.

Steve gave him one more look, considering his options, then lowered himself down. His expression was calm, but inwardly his heart was thudding and his brain was a mess. All he could think about was that Danny was in danger because of him. He had to find him and save him, there was no time to lose.

The man in charge smiled revealing yellow and misshapen teeth. He lifted his gun and pointed it at Steve's head. "You should've remained dead," he said. His smile grew wider. "But I'm glad you didn't. This will be so much more fun."

That was it, Steve had to take action, while he still had a chance. It was now or never. He was outnumbered but it had to be possible, and Steve had fought against the odds before.

From his position, he could easily take the man in charge down, no problem. The real threat was in the other six armed men that surrounded him. The best option was to grab the leader of the group and use him as a human shield. The other men wouldn't use their boss as target practice.

He had to try. He sprang up. But as Steve reached out to grapple with the boss, he was surprised when he heard the pop-pop of rifles with silencers. Were these men really risking taking out their boss, and each other?

No, of course not. Steve realized as he felt a stabbing pain in his back. The pops - not from the rifles, but modified dart guns.

As the guy's smile grew, Steve collapsed.


Lou paced his living room, anxiously checking the phone in his hand, waiting for the news from Danny. The rational part of his brain had a hard time believing Steve could actually be alive, but his heart took over and pushed that thought aside. They had proof he wasn't on the plane. And it was McGarrett after all. If anyone could have survived any kind of problem, it was him.

His phone rang and he looked at it swiftly. But it wasn't Danny. It was the Governor.

"Captain Grover," he answered.

"Good evening, Captain Grover," she said. "I've been trying to reach Detective Williams but unfortunately he doesn't answer the phone, that's why I'm calling."

"He is a little busy at the moment," Lou tried to excuse his friend. "Is something wrong?"

"Yes. We just landed a case. A sexual assault and homicide. The victim's name is Sabrina Lawson. I'm sending you the address right now."

Lou froze, his jaw opened, unsure if he'd heard the name right.

"Are you still there, Captain?" the Governor asked.

Lou shook his mind to clarity. "Yeah, sure. I'm sorry. I'll call the team."

She thanked him and hung up.

It took him a few moments to let her words sink in as he wondered what Sabrina's death might mean. He was certain of one thing - someone didn't want them to find Steve and was willing to do anything to keep them silent.

*to be continued*


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