Hey guys, Chapter 28 is here. Enjoy.
Danny forwarded the photo he received from Dr. Charity to Kono. He forwarded the doctor's report on
Steve's injuries for the district attorney and settled down to write his reports. He wanted everything
done for George Federchuk's arraignment.
After a while he received a text from Dr. Charity. "Cmdr. McG doing well; ok to have visitors tomorrow."
Danny smiled for the good news and texted Rachel the update with an invitation to go visit with him.
"What are you so chipper about boss?" Lou came into Danny's cramped office carrying two cups of
fresh coffee.
"Got a text from McGarrett's doc, he doing well; he can even have visitor tomorrow."
"That's what the love of a good woman will do for man. I'm sure her being with him is helping a lot. By
the way, have you heard from Lynn?"
The detective sergeant stirred his coffee. "Not since we dropped her off at the hotel. Why?"
Grover swirled his coffee. "She was pretty upset on two fronts last night. I hope she bears up because
I'm sure we'll need her testimony at some point."
"You're right. I'll her after I finish my coffee, before the arraignment."
Even though she changed the entire sheet set, Lynn still felt like she was laying in Steve's blood. She had
removed all the bedding, including the pillow that Steve laid on since his blood had seeped through the
pillowcase, in a trash bag and set it on the floor of her closet. She was about to throw it down the trash
shoot when she thought better of it. The police might realize they need it and she'd feel terrible if she's
the one who destroyed evidence.
She had slept on the other side of the bed, if crying oneself until one passes out from sadness counts.
She woke up just after sunrise, surprised she actual slept for about two hours. Kimba stayed with Lynn
all the while trying to comfort the heartbroken human. "I had such hopes Kimba. I should've realized a
handsome man like Steve, Commander McGarrett would be taken. You should have seen her. Drop
dead gorgeous. He was doing time with me."
"Mmeeooowww?"
"I doubt it baby. I spied her ring and judging from that alone he adores her." Her sad musings were
interrupted by her cell phone ringing. Caller I.D. showed 'Detective D. Williams'. She cleared her throat
quickly and answered.
"Good morning Detective."
"Good morning Lynn. How are you doing? May I call you Lynn?"
"Yeah, sure. I'm still shaking a bit. Do you know how Commander McGarrett is this morning?"
"I'm told he had a decent night. Doctor says he'll start his rehab tomorrow. He can have visitors
starting tomorrow."
"That's good news."
"Your bartender will be arraigned this morning. I thought should know. If you'd like to be there I can
send a car for you."
"No, no thank you. I've got things to do here."
"I understand. Feel free to call me if you need me. Don't erase any of George's work of any kind
please."
"I won't. Please let me know when you go visit Steve."
"I will. Good bye Lynn."
"Meow?"
"He had a good night and he starts rehabbing tomorrow. He'll be okay, in time. I'm so glad because
that other sailor haunts me enough and I never even met him. Steve's face would have haunted me
forever and not in a good way."
Steve finished his second milkshake while Catherine moved the recliner right next to his bed. Wiping his
mouth and putting the cup aside he picked up her make up mirror and tried to see the damage to his
face.
"What are you doing?"
"Damage assessment." He slurred as he tried to see inside his mouth. "Cat, do I still have all my teeth?"
She checked the best she could. "Your teeth are all there but a couple are broken, chipped. Don't
worry, our dental plan is great."
He put the mirror back on the nightstand and sadly returned to his milkshake.
"What's wrong mustang?"
Steve shook his head and over concentrated on his shake.
"Smooth dog?"
The room was silent except the sound of slurping.
Catherine sat on the bed next to him. "Steven? Please … talk to me."
"If you want out, I understand Cat."