Warnings: Gay themes, Strong language throughout, blood, depiction of gunshot wounds, violence, self-inflicted injuries, references to brutal beatings, murder. Heed these warnings please take care.

If I missed any other warnings you think should have been in here please PM, so I have a reference for the future.

Disclaimer: I don't own Hawaii Five-0, or it's characters. Only ones I own are the ones I've stated I do (I created Jeff Taylor and his son Dominic), so all the bad guys except for the ringleader Georg Rutherford.

Well it's three days later than I anticipated uploading, sorry about that everyone, here's Chapter 7 for you.


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Chapter 7

0502 Hours, 18 June 2019, Scott McGarrett Residence - Scott's Master bedroom.

Scott's just had the best wet dream ever, hot wet lips on his dick sucking like a pro. He almost doesn't want to get up, but he has to he's got to go for his swim. But oh this dream feels good. He cracks his left eye open to hazard a glance at the clock on Brooke's nightstand, 05:02 AM. He groans, it's too early, his groan tapers off into a moan. A moan this can't be a wet dream. He looks down briefly and he sees the top of the mop of chestnut brown hair.

He can almost feel the smile around his dick. Jeff looks up at Scott at his sleep mussed hair, his glazed over eyes, he has to say he looks even sexier just waking up. Jeff licks one last strip up the underside of Scott's dick before popping off, with a wet audible pop.

His lips wet with saliva and precum. "Morning sleepyhead, I was wondering when you'd get up. What I was going to have to do."

"Mmm, I should fall asleep with you more often if this how you wake me up." Scott murmurs. Jeff crawls back up to the side of the bed he was sleeping on, and leans back into the pillows.

Jeff looks over into Scott's eyes still a bit crusty with sleep. "Are you implying there'll be a next time Mr. McGarrett." Jeff states with a lopsided grin.

"Maybe so, I quite enjoyed myself last night...Mr."

"Taylor my last name is Taylor, though you probably could have figured that out being a Fed, just thought I'd return the gesture."

"How did you?" Scott starts.

"Your brother Steve, yesterday introduced himself as Steve McGarrett remember."

Scott laughs, "Oh yeah he did didn't he guess I had other things on my mind at the time."

"Mmhmm I bet you did." Jeff leans over and pecks Scott on his cheek before pulling away and getting up from the bed to head to the bathroom.

Scott leans over to his nightstand to check his phone for messages, and he sees Jeff's phone open to his messages. He picks up the phone and looks at them in curiosity suddenly wishing he hadn't he sees a text from a man named Dominic,

Dominic: Delivery here you on your way?

Jeff had texted back, omw, for on my way.

That was at 0400 this morning an hour ago. Was Jeff stepping out on him, was he seeing someone else. And after some of the things that he'd told Jeff. He knows they hadn't exactly labeled what they were or what they were doing, but it still hurt. No Scott feels beyond hurt.

He's about to throw the phone down, when he sees another text from this Dominic guy.

Dominic: You btr not b L8 opening the bakery dad ;) ;)

Scott's eyes are fixated not on the text itself but at one word dad. And the way Dominic is texting there's no way Jeff's in a Dom/Sub relationship outside of the bedroom with another man. Who he allows to call him Dad. Most Doms like being called Daddy, not Dad. They prefer Daddy or Master or Sir.

The rest of the text is totally read like it's written by a teenager, a young one at that, maybe 14 or 15. He's seen enough of Wyatt and David's texts to know how they text. The realization sinks in Jeff has a son, a teenaged son and he never told Scott. In the two months they've been doing whatever it is they are doing he never not once mentioned a son.

Scott hears the toilet flush, and than the sink turn on and off again. Scott quickly puts the phone back where he found it, and rolls over just in time. Jeff steps back out into the bedroom in his boxer briefs.

Scott looks over at Jeff as he walks back to the bed and lays down next to him. "Did you just brush your teeth? After having your mouth around my dick?"

"Yes, not because of you I had gross morning breath which I hate, and mixed with precum is like even grosser."

Scott shakes his head not believing what he's hearing. "You had your mouth sucking on my dick leaking precum, and you go brush your teeth after." Scott sounds amused as he says this.

Jeff feels a shiver run down his spine. "Yes, I did does that bother you?"

"No, just one more part about you to love I'm learning more and more time we're together." Scott replies easily. He leans over and cups Jeff's chin to pull him into a quick chaste kiss.

"Did you just say the 'L' word, that you, you know love me?" Jeff asks.

Scott smiles a genuine caring smile, even for this unholy hour of the morning, "In a way I did, and I do you know you can tell me anything right?"

"Uh huh, now where were we?" Jeff moves back down south throwing the covers back exposing Scott's erect cock.

Well okay we really gonna do this alright. Questions can wait. Dick sucking now yes please. The lizard part of his brain is saying, the part that only thinks about sex and pleasure.

Jeff and Scott spend the next hour and a half exploring each others body's. Licking, sucking, nibbling, even biting a nipple or an earlobe here and there. Neither objects to the biting, this time Scott kisses along Jeff's neck and collarbone and leaves a matching hickey on the right side of Jeff's neck. A few minutes later he does it again and pulls back his mouth admiring the darker red mark.

"Now we match." Scott remarks as he flops back down on the right side of the bed and he has a faint inkling that it feels wrong. Wrong to be on Brooke's side of the bed doing what they were doing. He doesn't tell Jeff that, that he has a side, that he exclusively sleeps on.

The two men are just lying on their backs enjoying the blissful peace of the early morning hour by themselves. They both fall asleep again shortly, not waking until there's a loud disruptive bang on Scott's bedroom door.

"Dad! It's 6:41 if you don't get up now you'll be late for work." Cooper yells through his dad's door. All his boys know to knock before coming in if they do decide to now. An eyeful of their dad once is good enough for all of them for a lifetime.

Scott's groans, now he really doesn't want to get up can't he just skip today and stay in bed forever. He's perfectly content where he is.

"Be down in five." Scott yells back through the door. He waits until he hears Cooper's footsteps walking away. Before he turns back to Jeff. "I just gave us five more minutes." Scott trances his fingers up and along through Jeff's chest hair.

Jeff sits up in the bed and swings legs over the right side of the bed, turning back to Scott. "He's right you know you have to be a work by 7:30." Jeff shamelessly gets up from the bed completely buck ass naked.

"Really, your ass should be the illegal one." Scott claims leaning over the bed to get a better look. Jeff leans down to pick up his boxer briefs from the floor. "Oh now for sure, I'll have to arrest you sir." Jeff pulls his underwear back over his hips. "Ah boo. Take'em off again."

Jeff turns back to face his sinful handsome bed partner. "No can do, your five minutes are up." Jeff says.

"Spoilsport." Scott whines but gets up anyway and heads to chest of drawers and pulls out a fresh pair of boxers. These one's yellow with pineapples on them. He hits the head really quick to piss and brush his teeth and then is walking back through the door.

Scott walks back over to his drawers and pulls out a t-shirt that Brooke bought for him on accident it's a size too big for Scott himself. Though just the right size for Jeff. He hands it out for Jeff to take he does so smiling gratefully. Being shirtless is one thing in the bedroom, but outside of the bedroom in his...in Scott's house with his kids downstairs is another thing.

Deemed appropriately dressed the two head downstairs to the glorious smell of coffee and is that real bacon Scott can smell.


0646 Hours, 18 June 2019, Scott McGarrett Residence - Kitchen.

As the two men approach the opening of the kitchen they hear five distinct teenage voices. Oh thank god, Brooke hadn't come home early. Scott breathes a sigh of relief. That is one conversation I do NOT want to have with her right now.

"Morning Dad, Morning Mr. Taylor." Jake greets as he turns and takes another waffle off the iron with his bare hands. "Shit ow, that smarts."

"Good Morning Jake." Scott greets slowly perplexed at his sons' actions. He looks over at Wyatt and David who aren't for once fighting over who gets the last glass of OJ. Cooper's plating up fruit salad from a bowl onto seven plates, and Tristan's over by the coffee pot pouring two cups of coffee.

"Good Morning, Jake." Jeff greets awkwardly.

"You want waffles?" Jake asks directing the question to his dad and his 'guest'.

"Sure." Both Scott and Jeff answer standing in the doorway to the kitchen.

"Coffee? Just the way you like it dad." Tristan hands his dad a steaming cup of coffee. Tristan looks at the shorter man next to his dad motioning to the other cup. "This one's for you if you want it. I didn't know how you like it and I didn't want to guess."

"Oh, thank you that's nice of you..."

"Tristan, my names Tristan."

"Tristan, thank you." Jeff sets about making his coffee just the way he likes it. Cream with extra sugar and a dash of cinnamon.

The kids all work seamlessly around the two dumbfounded adults, who are told to sit at the table while they finish preparing breakfast.

Scott leans over next to Jeff and whispers. "This feels strange. Like I've stepped into a parallel dimension." It's nearing 0700 and his sons are never up before 0900 on a weekend, much less on a weekday during the summer. More like 1100 or 1200 during the summer, they were teenagers after all. Tristan's the only one up before 9 a.m. regularly during the summer even on weekends.

He swims laps in their pool out back and then comes in making himself breakfast and drinking the protein smoothie his dad always leaves for him after his swim.

"Who are you guys and what have you done with my sons. You've got to be robots or something."

"Dad!" Cooper exclaims coming to sit down at the table as his brothers sit down with him as well.

"What it's a valid question you and your brothers are usually zombies this early in the morning, and your mom has to practically drag you out of bed to do things."

Jake, Tristan, Wyatt and David all sit around the table when everything's plated. "Well Dad if you have to know we all just wanted to do something nice for you. After the day you had yesterday we thought a nice full breakfast would do you good." Jake replies as he stabs a piece of pineapple in his fruit bowl.

"Well I for one find that very nice don't you Scott?" Jeff nudges Scott lightly.

"I do, yeah thanks guys." Scott gets up from the table walks over to a cupboard that has his medicine in it and takes out three pill bottles and takes one from each. He brings them back to the table. He puts all three in his mouth and downs them with his coffee. Than he starts eating, his waffles and bacon.

Jeff takes cues from the boys around the table and starts eating as well. Not commenting on the pill taking the boys don't seem worried. This must be a normal occurrence. The table fills with amiable chatter after that.

"So how'd you boys know Jeff was here?" Scott asks after a while.

"We heard him come in around 0430, he walked past the guest room and our rooms and straight to yours." Jake replies like it's the simplest thing ever.

Scott turns a confused look on Jeff. "How'd you get in?"

Before Jeff could answer for himself, David answers for him. "He used the key under the flower pot dad, duh."

Jeff looks sheepish. "I..I watched you set the alarm last night and I didn't want to, I don't know break, a window or call you to let me in. You looked like you needed your sleep. After a bit of searching I found the key and let myself back in."

"How did I not hear your Jeep?" Scott asks stupefied to no one in particular.

"Guess you were really tired Dad. Jeff here must have really worn you out." David says with a straight face.

Jeff immediately blushes and goes beet red. Scott is a stammering spluttering mess. "David Benjamin McGarrett. What happens behind closed bedroom doors is none of your business, young man." Scott scolds his son.

David looks down at his half eaten waffle. "Well?" Scott asks.

"Sorry Dad. Sorry Mr. Taylor that was inappropriate of me." David looks up shaggy brown hair falling off one eye slightly. The sides being shaved.

"I appreciate the apology David." Jeff answers. "Your dad and I didn't do anything though, all I did I was give him a nice back massage and then he falls asleep on me." Jeff turns it back around on Scott playfully trying to get a smile out of him.

"You would too with those...uhm masseur hands of yours." Scott replies recovering quickly. "I swear if the whole master baker thing didn't pan out you could have been one helluva massage therapist."

"I actually was at one point, for a little while anyway went to school for it and everything, had my own parlor too." Jeff informs the table.

"What happened with that?" Scott asks curiously.

"My then fiancée, found out I was only taking male clientele. Nothing ever happened with them though. I wanted to give them a safe place to be able to get a massage, as a regular parlor wouldn't take them or didn't like it when their clientele got boners while on their massage tables."

"So you went to school and opened up your own parlor." Tristan states. "You're an activist aren't you."

"I am in a way yes you could say that. I just want to be all inclusive. Everybody deserves the right to engage in normal everyday activities."

"So how'd you get into baking then?" David asks now.

Jeff has a fond wistful expression on his face as if remembering a long lost memory, "My dad he owned and ran the family business, Paradise Cakes and Creations in San Francisco. You could say it's in my blood just like being in the Navy and being a cop in a way is your dad's."

Scott gets a lighthearted smirk on his face. Not missing the fact that Jeff had said ran and owned the family business not owns and runs the family business. "That's special agent to you Mr. Taylor." Scott playfully pokes at Jeff's left side finding a ticklish spot near his ribs.

"Okay that's our cue to leave." Jake says getting up from his seat collecting his plate as he does so. "Come on Coop, we want to get in that surf session before work."

"Right behind you Jakey boy." Cooper, at seventeen years old had filled out quite nicely from playing football the past three years in high school. Cooper hops up from his seat plate and bowl in hand and leave them in the sink to rush after his brother. "I call driving." Cooper is heard shouting from the front room. Scott is allowing his boys to drive his Mustang to the beach and to work later.

Now Tristan is getting up, with his dishes as well looking over at his dad, Jeff, and two younger brothers. "I should get going too, Chad's going to be picking me up soon."

"Picking you up where are you two going?" Scott asks.

Tristan puts his dishes in the sink rinsing them, he turns back to his dad, "Chad and I are going hiking up Koko Crater Trail. It's one of the ones I've wanted to show Chad for a while now."

Scott looks directly into his oldest son's eyes. "Tristan you know I don't like you going hiking up steep trails by yourself." Scott cautions.

"Dad, I won't be by myself, Chad'll be with me, and a bunch of people hike that trail daily. I'm all packed, with a backpack of essentials, and we'll have plenty of water."

Scott considers this for a minute than agrees. "Okay, make sure you have your phones and they're all charged up, and..."

"I know Dad." Tristan says from the entrance of the kitchen.

"I was just going to say be careful, have fun, and take some pictures for me." Scott smiles at his son.

"Okay dad, we will." Tristan turns back to his dad still sitting at the kitchen table. "Try and take it easy today yeah, remember to take your meds and eat at regular times."

Now it's Scott's turn to answer, " I know Tristan, I've got it covered. Go get your stuff." Tristan walks out of the kitchen and up the stairs to his room to get ready.

Now it's just Scott, his two youngest and Jeff in the kitchen all with empty plates and bowls. Both boys get up from the table, and start collecting the empty dishes. "We'll get the dishes dad, you're already going to be late, if Mr. Sullivan doesn't get here in the next five minutes, but no need to make yourself more late." David tells his dad and shoes him and Jeff out of the kitchen.

"Right, yeah." Scott says slowly and heads back upstairs with Jeff to shower and get ready for the day.

Once upstairs both Scott and Jeff strip of their underwear and t-shirt in Jeff's case, and hop in the shower together. Scott claims it'll be faster if they both just take a shower together, and that's exactly what they do. Just shower, wash rinse lather repeat. No lingering touches or kisses strictly business. They both had to get to work after all.

Six minutes in total later, both men are out of the shower toweled off and moving seamlessly between each other around the bathroom. Towel wrapped around their waists doing their hair and brushing their teeth again.

Jeff picks up his clothes from last night where he thrown them, and starts pulling them back on. Jeff's about to throw on his Henley from yesterday when Scott stops him. Holding out the baby blue colored t-shirt to Jeff. "Take it, keep it, wear it, it's yours now."

"Thanks at least now I won't look totally debauched and ravished when I go home later." Jeff jokes.

"Yeah, that'd be embarrassing wouldn't it." Scott says trying to bait Jeff. Jeff doesn't take the bait. Oh well he'll get answers out of Jeff later.

Right now if he doesn't really get a move on he'll get an earful from Lane. Even though he's the one who is supposed to be picking him up. He checks his phone and nope zero texts from Lane. He's officially late it's 0734 hours. For the first time in nine years as an NCIS agent he's going to be late to work. Forget Lane giving him an earful he's going to give a taste of his own medicine.

He shucks his towel shamelessly in front of now clothed Jeff and pulls on boxers, a pair of coyote tan 5.11 cargo pants. He spends a few minutes in his walk in closet figuring out what shirt to wear before he decides on a short sleeve charcoal polo shirt. He shimmies his feet into his trusty combat boots and is about to walk out the bedroom when Jeff pulls him back by his shirt collar.

"Here let me help you." Jeff offers and buttons one of the buttons on the polo shirt leaving the first two unbuttoned. Jeff than proceeds to untie and properly tie Scott's boots. "There you go handsome, all set."

"Thanks Jeff. Hey I hate to ask, but do you mind driving me to Lane's? I promise it's not out of the way."

"Of course I'll drive you. Can't leave you stranded here." Jeff reaches up and slings an arm around Scott's shoulder leading him out of the bedroom.

Scott heads downstairs with Jeff, says goodbye to his boys and reminds Wyatt that he can't go in the pool or any body of water with his cast. No matter how much he wants to.

"I know dad thanks for reminding me." Wyatt sulks crossing his arms.

Scott's waves his own left arm cast, "Hey, I'm in the same boat bud, it's only six weeks. It'll fly by."

"Yeah but you only got like three weeks left with yours." Wyatt grumbles. Even though Scott had been recasted yesterday, there weren't any further brakes from the fall yesterday, thank God. So there isn't any additional time he has to spend in the cast. Just three more weeks and he's home free.

Scott turns to Wyatt's older twin, David. "Make sure he doesn't get into anything. I'm giving you permission to have four friends over that's it. Play video games, eat junk food, chill out. Your mom'll be back at noon, so don't make too big of a mess yeah."

"Awesome dad thanks. Come on Wyatt let's go call up our friends." David cheers and he and Wyatt run upstairs to their room.

Scott watches them go before grabbing his wallet, and badge, still on the chain from yesterday, and holstering his primary sidearm to his right hip holster. His back up to his left thigh holster.

"Alright Jeff I'm good to go now." Scott gives himself a once over and pats his pocket for his house key Steve gave him. He's got everything he needs, wallet, badge, gun, meds in his left cargo pocket. "Let's hit the road."

The two men leave Scott's house locking it up and getting into Jeff's Jeep, and driving away from the house.


Across the street from Scott McGarrett's House

"Sir McGarrett's just left his house with the same man he left the bar with last night."

"Keep eyes on them, follow them, than when the man leaves, follow him find out where he goes. Who is he to Agent McGarrett?"

"It looks like the man could be in a relationship with Scott McGarrett sir."

"Relationship hmm? This changes things, follow the man I want to know everything there is to know about him. How important is he to Agent McGarrett?"

"Understood sir. I've already got tails on the oldest McGarrett boy, the middle two, and another pair will sit on the house to watch the younger ones."

"Excellent. Everything's going to plan. And what of Detective Williams and his children?"

"Being followed at sizeable distance to prevent detection as per your orders. The Detective has brought his children with him to Five-0 Headquarters."

"This complicates things, it'll be harder to get what we want this way. But I'll get what I want, I always do."

"Yes, the syndicate always gets it's players on the board eventually."

"I want regular updates of any major movements understood."

"Of course sir." The man hangs up his phone and looks at his partner. "Let's go we can't let Agent McGarrett get too far."


0750 Hours, 18 June 2019, Lane Sullivan Residence, Ewa Beach Neighborhood.

Jeff parks his Jeep and shut off the ignition and Scott's already out of the Jeep before Jeff can open his door. Jeff clicks the key fob to lock his Jeep and than walks hurriedly up the drive of the two story house in front of him.

Scott notices Lane's SUV and his Dodge Challenger still parked in the drive with his truck keys held hostage. He's tempted to break the glass, but he didn't want to get arrested on this fine Tuesday morning for breaking into his partner's car.

Scott walks up to the front door, Jeff by his side, and starts banging on the door. "Lane! You in there buddy? I promise I won't be beat you up too bad." Scott yells through the front door. Jeff looks at Scott and his face is unreadable he can't tell if he's serious about being up his work partner or not.

"Maybe he's sleeping." Jeff suggests.

"No, I doubt it. It's almost 0800, he's a very punctual person and there's only a handful of things that would keep him away from work. His kids, and they aren't even on the island right now, me, and I'm standing right here healthy as a horse, and him being sick, and I know he's not sick. Otherwise I'd be sick, too the amount of time we spend around each other."

"Maybe he's hurt and he can't come to the door."

That did cross Scott's mind what with everything went down yesterday at the hospital. Still they've got emergency codes of their own in place is something like that happens, He hadn't got any of those messages.

"Alright Sullivan, you brought this on yourself man." Scott shouts, as he leans down steps off the ALOHA, door mat and gets the key from under it. Using it to unlock the door. Once inside he pockets the key in his left pocket and ushers Jeff in too before shutting the door.

The house is quiet. Scott does a quick check of the downstairs and outside in the backyard before deeming it safe. "I'll just stay down here and you can go get your partner." Jeff tells Scott as he goes over and sits in one of the armchairs.

Scott nods and heads upstairs straight to Lane's room. He doesn't even bother knocking he just waltzes straight into the room.

Scott walks up to the end of the bed and sees two tufts of hair sticking out from the covers. One with black hair and the other blond. You dog you I told you you'd have fun, wait I'm supposed to be mad at you Scott tells himself.

He creeps up to the end of the bed and pulls back the comforter and sheets, much to the two occupants surprise. And to the horror of Scott.

"Yo hey what the hell man." Black haired twink exclaims.

"Ah hell goddammit Lane!" Scott exclaims covering his eyes with his right arm. He throws the sheet back up towards Lane. He waits a few seconds. "You decent now?" He asks.

"Yes now thanks for that rude awakening." Lane remarks sarcastically.

Scott lowers his arm slowly and indeed Lane and his bed mate are sitting upright in bed sheets covering their lower half. "You have underwear on?" Scott asks directing the question to the young man to Lane's left.

The man hurriedly nods. "Good get your clothes on and get out of here."

"Hey bro, what the hell." Lane throws back at Scott.

"We're very very late for a very important date Sullivan. A little something called ``work."

"Shit." Lane swears. He looks at the young man who's now dressed in jeans and a plaid shirt buttons all mismatched and uneven. "You got to go, pal." Lane reaches over to one of his nightstands and grabs his wallet. "Here's money for an Uber, skedaddle you and me never happened got it?" Lane asks in full serious Agent mode now.

The man nods again, "Yeah yeah totally whatever." The man practically runs out the room. Lane hears the front door slam and than he finally gets up out of bed. With boxers on thankfully.

Scott's still standing at the foot of the bed. "I'll go start the coffee you shower, and get dressed, wikiwiki."

Lane nods his head and heads into his bathroom, Scott already on his way downstairs. "I just saw a guy ran outta here like the devil was on his ass, that your doing huh?" Jeff asks standing up from the couch.

"Yeah, maybe. I'm gonna start coffee for Lane while he's in the shower you want another cup?" Scott asks.

"Thanks for the offer, but I've got to get going open up the bakery, start the ovens, and baking goodies." Jeff answers getting his keys out of his pocket.

Scott walks the short distance to Jeff and closes the gap with a kiss. "Sounds delicious."

"Mmhm." Jeff murmurs into the kiss and then pulls back. "You've still got a hickey on your neck."

"Yep and so do you worried anyone's gonna say anything?"

"No, not really my employees are pretty chill. I've really got to go now Scott." Jeff looks back between Scott and the door.

"Right, right sorry go on I don't want to keep you from your goodies." Scott smirks, and Jeff just shakes his head as he gives one last air kiss and heads out the door.

Scott heads into Lane's kitchen, and starts the coffee pot. While that's brewing he takes out his phone and texts Tristan knowing that Chad'll be driving since it's his car.

Scott (Pops): Have u made it to trail park yet?

- 08:10 AM

Tristan: No dad we'll be there in twenty. Stop worryin' dad. I'm fine.

- 08:12 AM

Scott (Pops): S'my job to worry I'm your dad.

- 08:12 AM

Tristan: I know luv u dad, have a good day.

- 08:14 AM

Scott (Pops): Luv u too TJ g2g

- 8:15 AM

Scott exits the text from Tristan and opens up a brand new one to Jeff.

Scott: I had a g8 time last night, and this morning ;)

-8:15 AM

Scott: I'd like to see you again 2night say dinner my place 2000 hours (8:00 pm.)

-8:16 AM

Scott: Bring dessert :)

- 8:17 AM

Scott's phone finally dings three minutes later with a text from Jeff. It's an automated reply text.

Jeff: I'm driving with the Do Not Disturb While Driving turned on. I'll see your message when I get to where I'm going.

(I'm not receiving notifications. If this is urgent, reply "urgent" to send a notification through with your original message.)

- 8:20 AM

Scott frowns down at his phone and for a second considers replying "urgent", but decides not to.

"Who pissed in your cheerios?" Lane's chipper voice rings out and brings Scott out of his reverie.

"S'nothing man." Scott shoves his phone back in his back pocket.

Lane puts his coffee in a travel mug, and catches two protein bars that Scott lobs at him as they exit the kitchen. Lane grabs his keys from the end table by the door along with his gun, badge, and he pockets his wallet in the back pocket of his cargo pants. The two partners head out the door, not even noticing the gray sedan than pulls out from behind another car on the street following them.


0835 Hours, 18 June 2019, Ala Moana Shopping Center - Outside Paradise Cakes and Creations.

The Ala Moana shopping center is one of the largest outdoor shopping malls in the country. It's absolutely heaving with people and it's not even officially opened for business today yet. The shopping center doesn't open until 9:30 AM.

"These pastries better be damn good. I'm starving." Lane complains as the two federal agents stand outside the bakery and cafe. It's even got a few tables and chairs set up outside for little outdoor seating space.

"Quit your whining, it wasn't that far out of the way." Scott tells Lane a grin on his face.

"Says you, you didn't have to drive and than find a goddamn parking spot in the mess that is the parking lot out there." Lane grouses. "Oh look they're not even open yet, why are we here?"

"I told you I'd buy you breakfast and that's what I'm doing now quiet."


0835 Hours, 18 June 2019, Ala Moana Shopping Center - Inside Paradise Cakes and Creations.

After making a quick pit stop back home to change his clothes, and shoes and dab on some cologne, and pick up his son Dominic Jeff heads straight for the bakery. He likes to get here at least an hour early so he can set up the display cases and start ovens and other such things.

His only help in the mornings is his son Dominic he's worked here every summer since he was fourteen. His other employees don't come into until 11, the other bakers, decorators, and cashiers. Right now, Jeff's in the back taking out a rack of peanut macadamia nut cookies.

Dominic is up front making sure the coffee machines and juice machines are up and running. His messy windswept short chestnut brown hair is under a sky blue Paradise Cakes and Creations ball cap. His uniform a sky blue Paradise Cakes and Creations t-shirt with black cargo shorts.

He's fifteen and still has his boyish good looks and his dad says that that's what brings in all the girls. They love flirting with him even though he's gay, but they don't know that. Dominic is now checking the cash register when he sees two hot hunky men walking along the store front and stop outside it looks like they're arguing. Or it looks like one the blond is complaining and the other dark brown haired guy is trying to appease the man.

Dominic can only see the blond man fully and sees the silver chain with the gold badge hanging down from it. Oh my gosh the hot feds from YouTube, and the instagram account are outside the shop.

Dominic casually vaults over the countertop between the display cases and stands up checking himself out in one of the display cases. Before he casually strolls over to the door to let the two very handsome federal agents in.

"Oh look someone's coming to let us in. See I told you we'd get in." Scott looks back over his shoulder at Lane.

"You didn't say anything Scott."

Scott just hums and bounces on the balls of his feet as he watches a young lanky teen in cargo shorts and messy brown hair walk to the door.

Dominic opens the door just enough to lean out of it. "Good Morning, gentlemen you know we're not technically open yet, but I think I can make an exception for two hot federal agents."

Lane blushes openly and Scott just smiles as young teen lets them both in than shuts and locks the door again.

Jeff from the back room hears the telltale chime of the bell above the door, signalling the door had been opened. Dominic knows he's not supposed to let anyone in unless they're open. It's 8:40 A.M. as seen on the clock above the ovens.

Jeff hears his son say 'make an exception for two hot federal agents' and Jeff gets all giddy inside, than he freaks out. Scott's here, here in my bakery, and my son's out front talking to him. Oh my god.

Okay internal freak out over, Jeff realizes Scott probably doesn't know who he's talking to. Which is good. It's summer he did put up a hiring sign back in May. Then again there's no way Scott'll not be able to see the resemblance. He's got to get out there before Dominic says something.

From the front of the bakery, Dominic hears his dad stumbling about before he comes out from the back room. He's standing at the entrance of the back looking over at his son. Jeff's covered in flour and there's cake batter on his left cheek dripping down his neck over the hickey. As well as some sort of questionable substance on his chef jacket and apron. He looks a right mess.

Jeff tries to straighten up and not look like he's out of breath. Scott sees Jeff before Jeff sees him, and he's covered in flour and other such baking ingredients. Scott watches Jeff walks up to the counter and stand next to his son.

"Good Morning Agents, what can I do for you this morning?"

Lane speaks up, "Hi, we know your not technically open, but my friend here swears by your pastries and other baked goods, and just insisted we come here."

"Did he now...well Agent your friend would be right our pastries and other treats have been described by some customers as orgasmic and heavenly."

Scott makes a show of leaning over the counter slightly to read the name embroidered into Jeff's chef's jacket. He was pleasantly surprised at the name he reads off. "Well, Jeffrey. This is actually my first time coming in here, I walk by here all the time with kids. What do you recommend? What's good for feeding hungry people?"

Jeff tilts his head to side in thought, like a little curious puppy, "Everything out in the displays are really good. And we make good fresh daily breakfast sandwiches."

"Great we'll take everything you've got." Scott says seriously.

"Ahem." Lane taps his foot on the floor arms crossed.

"Oh, right and, a...well what do you want?" Scott turns slightly Lane to ask him. "We may spend endless hours together, but I'm not a mind reader."

"May I have a sausage, egg and cheese breakfast croissant sandwiches. Please." Lane orders.

Jeff's still shell shocked, did Scott really ask to buy everything in the display cases right now. It was two cases three shelves filled. That'd never happened before.

"Okay, I can get that started for you right now sir." Dominic says. Then he turns to his dad. "Dad umm are you okay?"

"Yes, yes I am Dominic, just we've never had someone come in and order like that before. Are you serious do you want everything?"

"Dead serious, we're kind of late work and we need a peace offering with our boss and co-workers." Scott admits.

"Oh, well than I'll go grab the boxes from the back and get everything boxed up for you. And maybe put a little something extra in. free of charge for all first time customers, but also you're a veteran aren't you?" Jeff asks.

"Uh yeah, I am, we are." Scott points between himself and Lane.

"Thank you for your service gentlemen."

"Just doing are duty." Lane replies. "What do we owe you for everything."

"Oh it's on the house." Jeff says.

"No, no we can't do that, I'm sure you'll have to spend extra time making up everything again, which means closing for another hour." Scott surmising. "We're, I'm paying." Scott insists.

"Alright if you insist, at least let Dominic here help you deliver everything to your workplace then. It's the least I can do."

"Fair's fair I guess."

Twenty minutes later Jeff's got everything all boxed up for his two newest customers. Before he lets his son go with Lane and Scott he asks, "Where do you work and where'll you be taking him?"

"We work at NCIS, at Joint Base Pearl Harbor Hickam." Lane supplies. Lane 's phone rings, it's Kali. "Excuse me a minute." Lane steps off to the side by some tables to answer his call.

"Kali hey what's up?"

"Please don't what's up, me brah, where are you two? Jackson and I can't cover for you forever." Lane hears Jackson in background. "Boss says and this him speaking, you knuckleheads better have a damn good excuse for being this mother fucking late."

"I don't know if it's that good of an excuse, but we'll be at the office in twenty."

"We're all at Five-0 headquarters." Kali reminds her more senior team member.

"Right, I know that don't worry on a scale of 1 to nuclear explosion how po'ed does Detective Williams look."

z'Honestly he's not even focused on the fact that you two aren't here. Here's brought Grace and Charlie here you know after yesterday."

"Okay got it. What about Commander McGarrett."

"Trying to calm down the Detective, but he's called Scott several times in the last two hours and he hasn't picked up."

"He's perfectly fine, in fact I can assure you he's better than fine."

"Well you two won't be if you don't get your asses here in the next twenty minutes." Lane hears Perry yell in the background.

Just get here please Agent Sullivan."

"Will do Agent Lahele see you soon." Lane hangs up and turns back to Scott. "We are so royally screwed."

"Don't worry so much Lane I've got a secret weapon of dealing with upset people. Trust me." Scott than turns back to Jeff. "Thank you again for your hospitality, Jeffrey and we'll return your son safe and sound once he's helped us deliver. Just a heads up it maybe in an HPD cruiser."

"Of course anything to help out such fine law enforcement agents like yourselves. Have a good day, Dominic behave please."

"Of course I will I'm on the clock I want my paycheck." Dominic smirks as he gathers up three white boxes with baked goods in them.

Scott when Lane and Dominic aren't looking mouths an 'I love you' and thank you to Jeff. Than the tro are out the door. The three almost run into two male tourists headed their way, if Scott hadn't called them out.

"Hey lolos watch it! Look where you're going!"

The two tourists in sunglasses, black nike hats, and white 'I heart O'ahu' t-shirts apologize before heading to the door of Paradise Cakes and Creations.


0855 Hours, 18 June 2019, Iolani Palace - Five-0 Headquarters, Honolulu.

Lane and Scott flash their badges at security and Dominic gets his very own visitors pass, and three are in the elevator heading up to the Five-0 offices. The elevator dings and the trio steps out of the elevator.

"Whoa you guys work with Five-0, epic. Awesomesauce my friends'll never believe this" Dominic exclaims as Scott turns his back to shoulder his way through the main glass doors since he's only carrying a small personalized creations white box. There was a sticky note on top that Scott quickly read, and then took off the box and pocketed.

"Yeah we do work with them from time to time." Scott tells Dominic and he's already liking the kid. And wondering why the hell Jeff never told him about Dominic. He can't think of that or Jeff right now. Now it's like a switch is flipped and he's in full on Agent McGarrett mode.

"We come bearing goodies and treats and apologizes for our tardiness." Scott exclaims making a grand gesture to the whole room with Lane and Dominic behind him with three boxes each filled with assorted cakes, muffins, and pastries.

Lane and Dominic walk over and around the large group to one of the fold out tables and chairs and put the boxes on the table. "These are all for you, made courtesy of my dad Master Baker Jeffrey Taylor at the Paradise Cakes and Creations Bakery and Cafe." Dominic tells all the present adults.

"It's was Agent McGarrett's idea." Lane tells his boss, Agent Perry. "I overslept, which forced Agent McGarrett to get a ride from his son Tristan, and than pick me up." Lane explains.

"Well I forgive them, these muffins are incredible." Evan makes an almost obscene nose as he bites and chews his raspberry mocha muffin.

Tani walks over and takes a muffin herself, and bites into it. "Oh my god, he's right you've got to try these." Tani hands Junior a muffin, and he takes it.

Soon everyone is taking a sweet treat for themselves. All except Steve. He doesn't do sweets, he's even more of a health nut than half of the NCIS unit. Most of the unit kept a pretty healthy diet to keep their athletic or lean physiques.

"Steve you've got to try these, Jeff made these especially for me." Scott walks over to his brother and pulls out a glazed pastry topped with pineapple filling.

Steve takes it and takes a bite of pastry. Scott grins knowing how Steve'll eat practically anything with pineapple in it or on it. "This...this is unbelievable Jeff made these?"

"Yeah he did, bought out a whole two display cases. Hey what're Charlie and Grace doing here?" Scott asks looking over Steve's shoulder into Danny's office. He sees Grace on her phone on Danny's couch and Charlie on the floor playing with his race cars.

"He couldn't didn't want to leave them after getting that call from you know who yesterday at the hospital."

"I can understand, but we can't get anything done with the two of them here." Perry walks over to the two McGarrett brothers.

"Sorry couldn't help but overhear your conversation, I can try and talk to Danny." Perry offers.

Charlie in his dad's office hears his Uncles talking and he runs out to see them. "Uncle Scott, uncle Scott, hi look at my cool new race car Danno got me."

Charlie shows Scott the black Camaro toy car. "Wow buddy that's cool. It's just like your Danno's car isn't it."

"It is, can I sign your cast Uncle Scott?" Charlie asks looking at his uncle's navy blue cast with only a few signatures on it. Lane, Kali and Jackson being the only ones to have signed the new cast.

Scott kneels down to Charlie's level, and ruffles his hair. "Sure you can go grab a couple of Sharpie's from your Uncle Steve's office."

"Okay." Charlie runs off to the get the pens. Danny is in his office have a little chat with Agent Perry.


Iolani Palace - Five-0 Headquarters - Danny's Office

Danny's pacing his office, Grace had gone with her brother to make sure he didn't make a mess of Uncle Steve's office. He'd been on edge ever since yesterday. Even though the shooter had been bluffing about knowing where Grace and Charlie were, it just brought back memories off all the other close calls with Grace over the last nine years.

"Detective. I know how you must be feeling, I've got kids myself a daughter and son, thirteen and ten respectively. If I'd gotten a call like that. I'd be a mess too, but I know your kids would want you be focused so we'd be able to find this son of bitch."

Danny stops pacing to look at the Louisiana native. "The safest place for my kids is right here with me. Where I can see and know they'll be safe." Danny remarks.

"Forgive me for saying this detective, but they'd be just as safe in a building full of police wouldn't you think."

"HPD's been blown up before." Danny retorts.

"I know, Agent McGarrett told us when he tried to call his brother that day." Perry tells the blond detective. "Really are any of the places we are really safe? Think about it Detective, the best place for your kids at this very moment is to be with HPD."

Danny thinks long and hard about this, and finally realizes that the Agent is right. Danny pulls out his phone to call HPD to get Officer Pua Kia over here to take Grace and Charlie out for the day.

Is that misusing officer time and police resources he doesn't know and doesn't much care right now. His kids'll be the safest away from the Palace as he realizes that the Palace is a high priority target for criminals and extremists nuts.


Iolani Palace - Five-0 Headquarters - Main Office Area, Honolulu, Oahu.

With Grace and Charlie safely away from the palace and with Pua's promise to give Danny regular updates about his kids. Danny relaxes somewhat knowing his kids are safe and now he's able to fully focus on the case, and the shooter who shot Staff Sergeant Hurley yesterday.

Both teams are deep in the midst of going over the latest details of the case when Steve gets a phone call. Everyone stops what they're doing to see who it's from. It's from Duke over at HPD.

Danny looks up and over at Steve, and his expression on his face. "What is it Steve what'd Duke want?"

Steve looks over at Danny and the NCIS agents all look at him as well. "That was Duke, he said two residents found two dead bodies a few blocks away from your neighborhood Agent Sullivan."

"Okay babe two dead bodies aren't exactly our jurisdiction though. We take the high profile cases remember."

"Now you're the one interrupting." Steve chides. "I wasn't finished, the two dead bodies the home owners found on their morning jog were identified by HPD as the two undercover officers that were supposed to be posted up outside Agent McGarrett's house since last night."

"Then who the hell's been watching my house!" Scott exclaims his body full of anxious energy as he's stood around the smart table with Five-0 and his team and unit scattered around the office. He's clenching and unclenching his right fist tightly, it means he wants to punch something. So Lane has to approach this situation carefully.

"Easy man, take it easy we'll figure this out it's what we do." Lane tells his friend.

"Sullivan's right you're not alone, neither you, Danny, Jackson or Brianna. We're your Ohana." Kali comes to stand next to Lane as well on the other side of Scott.

"We got you, bro." Steve reassures him. And it does in a small way. Steve's presence always soothed him in a brotherly way. Steve would never let anything happen to those he loved and he loved Scott's kids just as much as he loved Grace and Charlie.

"HPD's handing the bodies over to us, they believe it's the same shooter who shot the staff sergeant in the hospital. Both men were shot twice in the chest and once in the head." Junior relays to the group.

"Why would he shoot two HPD undercover officers that's not his MO?" Kali asks. "I mean, aside from getting them out of the way so he could put his men out there to watch your house."

'I think you just answered your own question Kali." Jackson informs his partner.

"The question still remains as to why he'd do that?" Lou says. "Why he seems to have targeted Danny, Scott, Agent Santiago, and Agent Seeger specifically."

"Lou's right we need to start thinking what do all four of us have in common, that would warrant this man to target us." Danny asserts.

"Maybe he's only targeted one of you, but is using the other three to get to the one he really wants." Adam suggests. "It's a possibility use the other three as leverage."

"That still goes back to why he'd target the four of us we need to start there first that should give us some solid answers if we can figure it out." Scott explains.

"We'll start on that." Steve looks at his younger brother and can tell he's trying to hold in his emotions his fears. "You and Agent Sullivan head over to your house check on Wyatt and David. Call Cooper, Jake and Tristan."

Before either man could argue or agree. Danny's phone rings. It's I palace security downstairs.

"Detective Williams speaking" Danny answers.

"Detective this is Officer Meike from downstairs we've got two beeping suspicious packages that were delivered by two tourists in white 'I love O'ahu' t-shirts. One is addressed to you Detective, and the other is addressed to a Master Chief Scott A. McGarrett. We're evacuating the building and HPD bomb squad is on the way."

"Understood we'll evacuate as well." Danny replies hangs up his phone and grips the side of the smart the table. This can't be happening. This really can't be happening. Now he's glad both Grace and Charlie weren't here and are with Pua. safe and far away from a potential ticking time bomb.

Danny gathers himself quickly, and informs everyone present, "We need to evacuate now. The rest of the building is already being evacuated two suspicious packages were brought in and addressed to myself and Master Chief McGarrett."

"You heard the Detective, everyone out of the building." Perry orders his unit. Steve follows suit getting his team to follow him out of their HQ and out of the building to safety. Everyone runs at a respectable pace out of the offices and the building to safety.


1045 Hours - Outside Iolani Palace.

"Detective Williams, Master Chief McGarrett, we advise you to stay as far back as possible. The boxes are still ticking." one of the bomb techs says.

"Don't have to tell us twice." Danny retorts. He turns to Steve. "I don't like this Steve."

"I know you don't I don't either none of us do." Steve remarks and he places a reassuring hand on his partner's shoulder.

Lane is doing the same thing with Scott trying to calm him down. "What the hell is this, Sully. This is bad, this is worse than any other case we've had."

"There's only one other case that comes close to what we're dealing with here, kept escalating. Scott you remember don't you?" Havika asks.

"I remember." Scott says somberly. "I don't want to remember, but I do. I seriously hope and pray to whatever deity is out there, this whole thing doesn't end up like that case."

"You and me both brother, I can't go through that again."

"Go through what?" Evan asks as he watches a bomb tech send in a camera bot to check and see if there's actually explosive material in the boxes.

"There was a case we, meaning, me, Sullivan, Havika and at the time SSA Blackburn worked, let's just say it didn't end well." Scott answers hoping not to have to delve deep into those memories he still gets nightmares sometimes of that bastard and his smug face.

"You all know this unit is the second incarnation of the combined teams right?" Lane asks.

The assembled agents nod. "There's a reason we have what is akin to Five-0's full immunity and means and why we don't have to necessarily follow rules and regs."

"That reason starts with a grieving father of young sailor had a bright future in the Navy. Commendations the whole nine yards." Havika starts.

"Than it all goes to hell when said grieving father, goes absolutely postal, because we, our prior unit couldn't catch his son's killer." Scott continues.

"The single father doesn't get the closure he wants, it haunts him for months, we of course move on, MCRT gets more cases, close more cases. We as the CRT distance ourselves from that case, and continue on with callouts. Nothing we can do after all." Lane tells them.

"About a month has gone by at this point, it's been a total quote on quote normal paperwork day, a Wednesday wasn't it." Havika asks his two older friends.

"It was Steve had come over from dinner that night, we had lamb chops and David had thrown up afterwards because he'd gotten into the candy stash before dinner." Scott recalls almost fondly for a minute.

"Hours before, that we all say our goodbyes at the office and head home." Havika rubs his sternum absentmindedly, where the bullet wound scar is.

"Everything's completely normal until it isn't, now none of us knew at the time, it was a simultaneous attack, but it was. Long story shorter because of details we'd all rather not think about" Lane omits. "The father of the deceased sailor, sends out an eight man hit squad to take all of us out. Four of them succeed, brutally beating and murdering three members of the MCRT and one member from the CRT." Lane recalls it sends shivers down his spine.

"You said eight man hit squad, and you said four were successful, what happened to the other four?" Briannas asks nervously.

"Can't you figure it out Seeger, why do you think we have the equivalent of Five-0's immunity and means?" Evan asks his partner.

"Carson's right can you of all people, not figure out what happened to the four other hit men?" Lane asks.

"I'm just having a hard time picturing what I know you did." Brianna asserts.

"It was a different time back then. Different extraneous circumstances. Don't tell me you wouldn't do exactly the same thing in our position?" Lane asks the younger MCRT agent.

"I would, and I have." Perry speaks up he's just been listening up until now, but he wants to defend his three fellow service members. Sometimes actions spoke louder than words.

Brianna is just about to make a witty retort to her boss when the bomb technicians come over to their group. "Master Chief McGarrett?"

"Uh, yeah and it's Agent now, has been for nine years or so." Scott addresses the bomb tech. Nobody's called him Master Chief in a long time, well except for the hospital staff at Tripler they do that because it's how they address their patients.

"Okay sorry I'll remember that. We've checked both boxes, and there's no evidence of explosive devices. You and the Detective are free to open the boxes."

"What about the ticking, if it's not a timer to a bomb what is it?" Scott asks warily.

"I'm afraid the camera couldn't tell us much, just that it's not dangerous."

Scott sighs a bit nervously. Do he and Danny really have a choice to not open the boxes. It doesn't really look like it.

Scott walks over to where Danny is standing by Steve and the rest of Five-0. Danny's casting glances at the box addressed to him. "Shall we just bite the bullet and open the boxes?" Scott asks Danny.

"I'm right here by your partner." Steve assures.

Lane comes over and stands by Scott too putting a hand on his right shoulder. "Me too, I mean how bad could this be."

"Gee famous last words there Agent Sullivan." Kali calls out a safe distance away with Jackson and everyone else just in case.

The two boxes are about medium in size and they're duct taped shut with pieces of paper addressing them to Det. Daniel D. Williams and SOCM Scott A. McGarrett. The two men take their respective partners knives and cut open the boxes and what's inside surprises them.

Danny's the first one to speak. "It's empty. Well aside from a ticking clock." Danny says puzzled.

"Mine is too, except for the ticking clock." Scott replies. Lane and Steve step closer to Scott's box and flip the top flap over.

"Your box wasn't just addressed as Master Chief Petty Officer." Steve realizes looking at the handwriting on the paper.

"Steve's right, your box was addressed with the abbreviation SOCM." Lane remarks.

"Okay which means what exactly to us not familiar with Navy lingo." Danny asks.

"SOCM is the abbreviation given to a sailor with a special warfare rating, it stands for Master Chief Special Warfare Operator." Scott pales as a realization hits him.

"What, what is it?" Lane asks his partner at seeing Scott's pale expression.

"Whoever sent this knows I was in the Navy not just that I was in the Navy, but that I was a Navy SEAL."

"Oh shit." Both Lane and Havika exclaim aloud.

Scott turns to two of his oldest friends. "You don't think that bastard's still alive do you?" Scott asks warily. This is the first time Steve's ever seen his brother truly scared. Why would he be scared of some criminal. They've dealt with professional killers, and criminals before. Why would this one be any different.

"No he can't be alive, not with the injuries he sustained." Havika tells Scott.

The bomb technicians tell everyone it's safe to go back inside the palace and they leave and head back to HPD. Everyone goes back to what they were doing before the suspicious packages showed up.


1104 Hours. Iolani Palace - Five-0 Headquarters - Main Office Area. Honolulu, Oahu.

Danny is still a bit shaken up from the from this morning's events and he's gone into his office for some privacy. He's pulled down the blinds in his office even to call Pua so he can talk to Grace and Charlie. Meanwhile everyone else tries to get back to reviewing the investigation notes starting from the very top with the two rolling white boards Jerry brought up from the basement storage.

There's now four dead service members all of who had been taken and forced to fight Rutherford's fight club. One sailor and three Marines. The only difference between Corporal Eli Barnes and the other two Marines was that these two Marines both had wives and children. The corporal had neither no attachments, his parents were deceased. From what the NCIS team originally gathered is that those that were taken were young, and had no relationship attachments, either married, divorced, or in a dating relationship. They were all single.

Gunnery Sergeant Brett Powell had a wife Diane and young son, Kenneth just a year old. Staff Sergeant Hurley had a wife and two kids, the wife Angela and the kids a daughter Olivia 13 years old, and a son Mark, 9 years old.

This is stumping everyone, Rutherford's men have changed their targets, and the last two victims, Powell, and Hurley escaped from Rutherford's compound. Could it be possible Rutherford let the two escape to lead the teams onto this sort of path of questioning themselves. Well it seems to be working because the senior most members of both teams are seriously questioning themselves and their capabilities in this case.

The case is starting to spiral it's like they conquer one obstacle in the case and than something else happens that pushes them back. It's frustrating for everyone involved. Now the member's families are right now being indirectly involved, and threatened. Not knowing something about a suspect or person of interest is really getting to the members of the NCIS team. There hasn't been any actionable aggression or escalated violence towards the four affected joint team members yet. Everyone is hoping it'd stay that way. In their line of work, nothing when it comes to their work is rarely guaranteed or certain. In their line of work they all make enemies.

Steve has gone straight to his office once everyone got back up to the offices and he saw his microsoft surface laptop open and a thumb drive stuck inside the right side port. There's a video open and paused at the start of it. Steve hadn't left his laptop on much less left it open to anything when they'd all evacuated twenty five minutes ago.

Steve before he does anything else looks around his office for any other signs of forced entry or any other objects in his office disturubed. There isn't anything. Steve sits down in his chair and plays the video. It's dark at first but than it brightens, it's at an odd angle the video, it kind of looks like security camera footage.

He's glad he'd shut his door, because sounds coming from his computer were not good ones. He realizes about two minutes that the video isn't just security camera footage, it's security camera footage of his brother's kitchen. Steve has a dreadful feeling in the pit of his stomach, when he sees the all in black clad man enter through the side door of the kitchen his hands clenching the arms of his chair tightly. The man walks up behind his brother who'd been standing at the open refrigerator staring into it, and than clocks his brother on the head with a pistol.

It just goes downhill from there, the man never talks to his brother Steve sees in the video just continuously the ruthlessly starts beating him. Punching, kicking, even at one point the man's got Scott on his back on the kitchen straddling him and choking him trying to strangle him. Scott manages to get the man off of him but the man just comes back for me. At one point, Scott is cornered in the kitchen between the wall and low cabinet door. The man has his gun now pointed directly at his brother's heart. This is like a car crash or really bad accident on the freeway and no matter how much Steve wants to look away, he can't.

"This is where you die frogman, alone and with no one to help you." The man sneers. The doesn't see the Scott's managed to sit up slightly. Before the man get the shot off, Scott lunged an almost animalistic roar ripping through his throat and pushing the gun away. The gun off and hits Scott mere centimeters away from his heart. He slumps over from the exertion and fact he's just been shot.

He manages just barely to grab the gun, grip the handle and pull the trigger shooting his would be killer in the thigh. The man escapes out the back door bleeding and hobbling into the night leaving Scott alone bleeding out from his gunshot wound. The video stops right there, with the image of Scott leaning up against the corner nook of the wall in his kitchen bleeding.

Than after that video another video pops up and immediately starts playing. A man's face appears on screen, caucasian, jet black hair and a scar just underneath his left eye, with almond shaped blue gray eyes.

"Hello Commander, I see you got my video." The man is saying and Steve realizes this isn't in real time it's a recorded video. "By the time you see this video, I'll be long gone, now you know the truth behind your brother's recent actions. Know this Commander you and I will meet and I will finish what I started." The video screen goes black.

Steve rises from his desk chair and walks steadily and swiftly out to main office area where everyone including Danny are all standing around the smart table talking.

Steve walks up behind Danny, and taps him on his shoulder. "Hey what's everyone talking about?" Momentarily forgetting he's mad at his brother. He cast a glance over at his brother whose deep in conversation with Jackson and Lane.

"We're talking security arrangements for our families. Well mine, Jackson's and Scott's we figure everyone else in the clear they weren't targeted."

"But since we can't determine who this guy, the guy who shot the staff sergeant is targeting, we just want to cover all our bases." Jackson tells the Commander.

"I have a pretty solid idea of who this guy is targeting and who Rutherford wants next for his fight club ring." Steve says.

Danny looks surprised and so does everyone else. "Oh, and how do you know that Steve?" Danny questions.

Scott phone rings before Steve can answer Danny. He walks a little ways away over near Lou's office some allusion of privacy. Even though he knows everyone will be able to hear him, well at least his side of the conversation anyway.

"Hey Chad, you and TJ having fun it looks like it from the pictures you sent."

"It's b...bad...Mr. McGarrett, Teej fell down the steps and oh god he's not moving and I'm scared. I'm so sorry."

"Whoa whoa calm down son, I can barely hear you what's happened now, take a breath for me." Scott instructs Chad over the phone.

"We, we were walking back down the steps, and TJ tripped and I couldn't catch him in time. He just kept falling and tumbling down the steps."

Scott takes a deep breath reining in his own emotions before speaking to the teen. "Chad have you called for help are you still with TJ?"

"Yes, yes I am, and I have. I called 911 first gave them my name and location and how bad I think TJ's hurt. Because of where we are they're bringing in a mede-vac chopper."

"Okay, okay. That's...that's good. How, how bad does he look?"

"Bad Mr. M, he's not moving he hit his head, and he was bleeding a lot, but I managed to stop some of the blood." Chad's breathing starts to pick up again like he's starting to hyperventilate.

"Chad, Chad breathe with me. You did good. Stay put and I'll come get you where are you exactly?" Chad rattles off his position to the older man on the phone. "That's good Chad stay right where you and I'll be there soon.

"Hurry please Mr. McGarrett I...I don't want to be alone." Chad starts sobbing into the phone.

"Chad I'm going to stay on the phone with you, but I'm coming to you can I put you on hold for just a minute, I need to talk to my team."

"Yes...yes Mr. McGarrett." Scott puts the teen on hold and turns to the room at large.

"That didn't sound good." Kali surmises. "Is everything okay?"

"No Kali it's not my son's been in a hiking accident up on the Koko Head Trail. He's going to be airlifted to the hospital."

Steve forgets about his anger towards his brother at the moment at hearing his oldest nephew's been in an accident. He knows it's Tristan because his two middle nephews are at work, and his youngest three are either at home or out with Officer Pua in Charlie's case.

Steve knows his brother needs his support right now and he can talk to him about the video at a later time. Even though it could be pertinent to the case, this is more important right now.

"Agent McGarrett go, go be with your son. Agent Sullivan I trust you'll keep an eye on him?" Perry asks.

"Yes of course sir." Lane's already getting his keys out of his pocket and walking towards Scott. "Come on Scott let's go, do you know which hospital Tristan's being taken too."

"No, no I don't." Scott sounds dejected in his state and trying to calm Chad down he'd forgotten to ask. Than he remembers he put Chad on hold. He takes Chad off hold and immediately the teen's voice fills his ears.

"Mr. McGarrett, the mede-vac chopper is here. They're loading TJ onto a backboard, and they've got him in a c-collar to stabilize his neck."

"Chad I need you to breathe again for me okay." Chad takes a few shaky breathes. "Good, good can you tell me where the medics are taking Tristan?"

"Tripler." Chad manages to get the word out. Scott thinks at this rate and knowing how fast a medevac chopper can legally fly safely, Scott and Lane'll get to Tripler before Tristan does. This knowledge isn't exactly easing Scott's already fraying nerves.

"Tripler that's good, Scott. You know Tristan'll be taken care off. Come on let's head out."

Scott looks back at everyone, at Steve. "Don't worry about us boss we can handle what we need to." Jackson tells Scott. That's all he needs to hear, before Lane whisks him off towards the elevator out of the Palace.

Steve turns to Adam and Lou, "Adam, Lou I want you to go over to Scott's house tell Wyatt and David what's happened and bring them to the hospital."

"You got it Chief. What about the older two? Jake and Cooper."

"I'll go get them, and I'll call Wyatt and David to let them know you and Adam are coming."

With their orders, Adam and Lou leave after grabbing Lou's SUV keys and heading out of the palace and over to Ewa Beach to pick up Steve's nephews.

Somebody with seniority needs to stay at Five-0 with the rest of the NCIS agents, so that leaves, Danny, Tani and Junior at Five-0 with the two NCIS unit. Steve walks away and takes Danny's keys to the Camaro and heads out to the Ala Moana Center to pick up Jake and Cooper.

"We should all be there for Scott and Steve." Jackson says.

"We don't know how bad Tristan's hurt Jackson." Kali tells her younger partner. "It's best if we stay here on focus on finding the shooter from yesterday."

"Agent Lahele's right Agent Santiago, the best thing we can do for them both right now is stay here and work. I'm know Steve'll call when they know definite answers on Tristan's condition." Danny tells Jackson.

"You heard him, we've got a job to do, Agent McGarrett will when and if there's news." Agent Perry tells his Agents. They all nod and try to get back to work with the help of Tani, Jerry, Junior, and Danny.

Though if Danny's being honest his mind is split between the hospital, his kids, and the case. He knows a divided mind a split conscience is never a good thing.


1128 Hours. 18 June 2019. 7604 Koko Head Park Rd #7602, Honolulu. Oahu.

Lane slams down on the gas pedal, crushing it almost even with the floorboards of the Hellcat. His sirens blaring as he blasted through the traffic leading up to the park. Cars part like the Red Sea when they see the blaring red and blue sirens. For once Scott isn't bitching about being stuck in the passenger seat or criticizing Lane's driving. Lane careens rather haphazardly into a parking spot and the two bolt out of the Hellcat, Lane barely looking back to lock it.

"I've got his position on GPS, let's go." Scott hollers already running past the back of the baseball field to get to the bottom of Koko Head Trail.

It takes an agonizing fifteen minutes to get to where the GPS signal says Chad is. He's about halfway up the trail and as the two agents run up the steps they can see a trail of blood, and Scott's heart jumps up into his throat. He knows he shouldn't have let them go today. But Brooke already said yes apparently and he didn't want to seem like the bad guy and go back on her word. Now this happens, Scott's about 95% sure this is a total freak accident, and the other 5% not so much.

A nice elderly couple in their fifties a very fit fifties by the looks of it, is waiting with the tall fair skinned blond haired teen.

"We're here Chad, we're here to take you to the hospital." Scott says, as he looks at the elderly couple a man and woman he pulls out his I.D. from his back pocket. "NCIS, the boy that was taken via medevac chopper was my son." Scott hurriedly explains to the couple.

"Oh you poor dear, I do hope your boy is alright." The woman says.

"Well you're in good hands now son." The man tells Chad, and helps him get up from where he's seated on one of the steps.

"Thank you for staying with me." Chad murmurs his brown eyes wet with tears.

"It was the least we could deary. You go be with your Tristan now."

"Stay positive. Stay fighting. Stay brave." The man starts.

"Stay ambitious. Stay focused. Stay strong." Scott finishes and smiles a bit at the old man. Lane smiles.

"Thank you for your service sir." Lane tells the man.

"No, gentlemen thank you for yours. Now go on, your boys' waiting for you." The man directs to Scott.

The two ex-SEALs wave to the elderly couple and then make their way back down the trail with Chad in toe. They make it back to Lane's car, and Scott sees Chad's 2014 Audi TT, parked a few spots away.

"Don't worry about your car Chad, I'll get someone from my team to come and get it later, okay."

Chad just nods, "Thanks for coming to get me. Mr. McGarrett." He says quietly.

"No worries, Chad." Scott turns to Lane, wordlessly and Lane hits the lights and sirens and Lane peels out of the parking lot.


Lane, Scott, and Chad en route to Tripler Army Medical Center, Moanalua, Oahu.

The car is near silent only the hum and rumble of the Hellcat's engine can be heard. Scott's fiddling and fumbling with his phone flipping it over and over his hand. He keeps looking down at it like it's one of those Harry Potter howler cards that open up and yell at the recipient. Like he thinks his phones gonna open up somehow and Brooke's voice is going to come shrieking out at him yelling at him for letting their son go. She's the one who let him go, Scott didn't want to let Tristan go. Now's not the time to play the blame game. He has no idea what he's going to say to her.

At one of the last few stoplights before they reach Tripler, Lane looks over at his partner. "You should call her man, she needs to know. Be given some heads up at least. It'll be better coming from you then one of the flight paramedics that're bringing him in."

"What do I say?" Scott asks genuinely asking.

"Just tell her the truth, tell her what you know. That Tristan was in a hiking accident and he's being brought into Tripler."

Scott breathes deeply through his nose out through his mouth. The light in front of them turns green. Scott hit's speed dial 4 for Brooke's number. Brooke picks up on the first ring.

"Hi honey early lunch break for you?" Brooke asks.

"No, not exactly, Brooke are you sitting down, if you're not find somewhere to sit." Scott instructs very professional and business like. He hated making these kinds of calls on the job to complete strangers and loved ones. It's about ten times worse than he knows the person he's talking that he's telling his wife something's happened to their oldest son.

"Scott baby your scary what's...what's going on." Brooke was in the break room grabbing a protein bar and a coffee when her phone rang.

"Brooke, Tristan's been in a hiking accident. It looks bad, according to what Chad told me. Tristan's being airlifted to Tripler right now." Silence on the other end. "Brooke? Honey? Are you there?"

"I'm here, thank you for telling me Scott. You know I can't treat him right?"

"I know that's why I'm telling you know so you don't freak out and go all mama bear when you see him come in."

"Thank you, do you know anything?"

"No, nothing he fell down the steps at Koko Head, took a pretty bad and long tumble."

"I'll recuse myself from his care. He needs his mom and dad not a Major and NCIS agent right now."

"I know." Scott says quietly barely above a whisper. "I'll see you soon Brooke."

"What's your ETA?"

Scott looks over at Lane whose turns to him, Scott mouths, "ETA?" Lane makes a gesture with his left hand for ten minutes.

"We're ten mikes out."

"See you then." The call disconnects. Lane wills his car to go faster. He knows he'll have to slow down and drive sensibly when he gets on post if he doesn't want to get a ticket. Though he could probably easily get the ticket expunged from his record, he's done it before.

1152 Hours. 18 June 2019. Tripler Army Medical Center - Helipad, Moanalua, Oahu.

"We've a nineteen year old teenage male coming in, hiking accident fell down the Koko Head trail steps, unconscious, multiple bruises and contusions." Brooke informs the waiting trauma team staff just outside the doors of the helipad.

"The flight paramedics are saying he regained consciousness enroute and has stayed conscious throughout the remainder of the flight. There's a good amount of blood loss from the head contusion that knocked him unconscious that's what we're most worried about here." Another nurse who would replace Brooke in the care of her son informs everyone present.

"Any questions?" Brooke asks.

There are none, and just landing on the helipad with a whoosh whoop whoop of the helicopter blade is the chopper carrying her oldest son. Brooke hands over the case to a trusted nurse and walks back down to the six flights of stairs to get back to the ER. She doesn't change out of her scrubs, she's still at work after all, but she takes off her head nurse hat in a sense and is now just worried, and scared mother for her son. She's in a complete family capacity from this point on.

She can't believe Scott let this happen. Though she can't play the blame game now. She's got her son to worry about.


1203 Hours. 18 June 2019. Tripler Army Medical Center - Trauma Bay Bed 5, Moanalua, Oahu.

Tristan is brought in on gurney in his tattered and torn purple Nike dry wick t-shirt and black cargo shorts. C-collar around his neck. He keeps mumbling words like dad, and Chad.

"Nineteen year old male, hiking accident up on the Koko Head trail, knocked unconscious after he fell several feet down the steps. Regained consciousness en route, BP 110/70, body temp 101." One of the paramedics reads off the chart where he wrote down his patients info as they bring him into the bustling ER.

The trauma bay team takes Tristan from the flight paramedics. Tristan is transferred to a gurney in trauma bay, bed 5. "Alright on my we transfer. 1, 2, 3." A male nurse orders and lifts the young teen off the backboard and stretcher and onto the bed with the help of the paramedics. The male nurse turns to the paramedics. "We got it from here guys thanks." Nurse Griffin Rossi tells them.

The paramedics leave with their gurney and the doctors and nurses turn to their patient and start their assessment.

One of the doctor's tries to get Tristan's name from him. "Son, what's your name? Can you tell me your name?"

"Teej, TJ Mc-McGarrett."

"Okay, TJ can you tell me what hurts." The doctor asks.

"H-Head, m'hot all over, ribs, right...right shoulder, mmm my- hip, wrist, an-and my tailbone." TJ rattles feverishly.

Now the doctor knows exactly who TJ's mom is, everyone in the ER knows Nurse Major McGarrett. The doctor is treating TJ just like he'd treat any other patient who comes into the ER. No special treatment as it should be.

"Where's your Mom TJ? Do we need to call her?"

"Mom?" TJ asks delirious. "Here, works, here."

The doctor pulls aside one of the nurses and asks in a hushed tone, "Find Major McGarrett, and get her here asap, remember she's just a concerned mother, not your boss right now."

The female nurse nods her head and walks out of the trauma bay. The nurse doesn't have to look far because she sees Major Brooklyn McGarrett walking through the ER. The nurse walks up to her and is about to salute when she remembers what the doctor told her.

"Ma'am, your son TJ was brought in via mede-vac chopper a few minutes ago, he's in trauma bay bed 5, if you'd like to follow me."

"Yes, yes please take me to my son." Brooke tells the nurse. Brooke's not entirely prepared for seeing her baby boy on that gurney.

He's clearly flushed, overheating, and in some serious pain. She tries to tamp down the nurse in her and reminds herself she's just a mother right now. Mother or nurse, she's still equally scared, and she's going to throttle her husband when she sees him.

"Ma'am I'm Dr. Travis Mitchell your son could have a possible TBI, and we'd like to send him up to imaging for an MRI to be sure."

"Oh my...a TBI really." Brooke and seen a number of TBI's in her time as a combat medic in the field and then again in the hospital when she was a nurse. That could mean a number of different things and complications down the road.

"Yes, Ma'am..." Brooke held up a hand.

"Please, Dr. call me Brooke, or Mrs. McGarrett, I may still be in scrubs but I'm here strictly in a familial capacity treat me as you would any mother."

"Yes, ma' Mrs. McGarrett." Dr. Mitchell corrects himself. "You can follow us up to imaging or you can stay here and wait is there anyone else we can call for you."

"No, no my husband's already on his on his way." Brooke tells the doctor a year or two younger than herself. And no doubt half the ohana, his brother and his team included.

"Okay we'll be back in a while." Dr. Mitchell tells Brooke and wheels his patient out of the trauma bay leaving the mother of five alone in the trauma bay.


1223 Hours. 18 June 2019. Tripler Army Medical Center - ER, Moanalua, Oahu.

Lane, Scott and Chad are on the heels of Steve, and Scott's two middle sons as the group of six walks into the bustling ER. The group walks right through the waiting room and walk straight up to the nurses' station. Scott reaches the nurses station first, he practically slaps his badge on the counter top. Taking it from around his neck.

"Scott McGarrett my son Tristan was brought in here twenty minutes ago via mede-vac chopper, where is he?" Scott asks his voice drifting off into a growl at the end. He wants to see his son and he wants to see him now, no paperwork filling out or other hospital bullshit.

"Yes of course sir your wife already notified us that you'd be coming..." The nurse trails off. "Umm are all of you wanting to see the patient."

The two other adults, Chad, Jake, and Cooper answer, "Yes."

The nurse looks like she's finding the nicest way to say what she needs to say before she says it. "I'm sorry but the trauma bay rooms aren't all that big. I'm afraid for now only the Master Chief here will be allowed back. The rest of you and any other members of your group are going to have to wait in the waiting room."

Steve didn't like that, but he understood. "Thank you ma'am. Come on boys, I'm sure your hungry let's go see if we can't find you something to eat." Steve says to his nephews and to Chad.

"Food sounds good." Lane's watch beeps as he says this.

"What's that Sully time to eat?" Scott manages to joke.

"No, not for me. You, you need to eat something substantial and take your pills." Lane says seriously.

Scott looks shocked that Lane actually has his medication schedule down like he seems to. "You, you have my med schedule down?"

"Yeah, I do I'm your partner, I care about your wellbeing, plus if this one over here..." Lane thumbs a finger at Steve who still hasn't left. "Ever found out I let you miss a dose of medication he'd tan my hide SEAL style."

"Ah, I'm touch Sully." The others around them can't tell if he's being sincere or not. Lane knows though he always knows.

"So go git, go see Brooke then go eat something please, I do NOT want a repeat of yesterday."

"Yes dear." Scott calls back over his shoulder. "I'll let you guys know if we hear anything." He directs to his brother, sons, and his son's boyfriend. He disappears into the throngs of nurses and doctors in the ER.


1226 Hours. 18 June 2019. Tripler Army Medical Center - Trauma Bay Bed 5, Moanalua, Oahu.

Brooke is sat in one of the two chairs in her son's empty trauma bay cubicle when she hears the slide of the door open. She looks up and sees her husband. All her anger and upset come back to the forefront at seeing him and she's launching herself at him.

"You! You did this to our son" Brooke exclaims as she repeatedly hits and beats her fists onto her husbands' broad charcoal t-shirt covered chest.

"Whoa, whoa me. What are you talking about Brooke?" Scott asks, and really her hitting his chest isn't necessarily hurting but that door to the cubicle isn't exactly opaque. As Brooke goes to strike his chest region again he grabs both her wrists with his right hand. Lightly, but not too loose to where she can easily get away. I mean if she really wanted to she could she's not just some civilian nurse after all.

"Yes, you." Brooke looks up into Scott's eyes her wrists still held in his hand. "You said he could go and I told him no."

"Wait what? You told him no, he said you'd said yes, I didn't want to look like the bad guy by saying no because you'd already said yes."

"Let go of me Scott." Brooke demands. Scott doesn't not right away.

"You're not going to hit more anymore?" Brooke shakes her head no. "Good." Scott lets go of her wrists.

"You didn't want to look like the bad guy." She shoots back. "Oh no, of course you don't heaven forbid the great Scott McGarrett disappoints or upsets one of his sons."

"Hey, hey that's uncalled for, we take equal responsibility when dealing with the kids and presenting a united front you know that."

"Really than why'd you say yes, if you hadn't said yes we wouldn't be in this situation." Brooke gestures around to the empty trauma bay cubicle.

"Oh that's really low Brooke, I thought you'd said yes in the first place how was I supposed to know."

Brooke looks up into Scott's blue hazel eyes and as she does, her eyes land on the hickey on the right side of his neck. Just above the collar of his t-shirt. "Is that a hickey? Oh my god you've got a hickey on your neck."

"Shhh dammit Brooke would you keep your voice down." Shit I knew I should've just covered it up. I wasn't expecting to see you under later tonight, and you'd already be asleep. Shit shit shit.

"Don't shhh me, you've been seeing someone haven't you." Brooke accuses.

"Yes, as a matter of fact I have, you said I could that you didn't have a problem with it."

"Not if you bring them home and sully our marital bed with...you know what I can't even...I can't believe you'd do that."

"I...we didn't do anything last night." Scott feels the need to not only defend himself but Jeff as well. He doesn't know why everything is just tumbling out now, but it is. Heat of moment charged emotions who knows. "He saw how tense I was, and gave me a back massage that's all, I swear, on my father's grave."

Brooke knows Scott doesn't bring up his father often, in their conversations, so she knows he's serious and telling the truth.

Brooke looks a bit resigned now. "Really you didn't."

"No, nothing happened last night."

Brooke sighs and runs a hand down her face. She's officially been off work for close to twenty five minutes and she's still in her scrubs. "I guess Tristan pulled one over on us."

"Seems he did, I always knew that boy was smart."

"Just like his father." Brooke rubs the back of her left arm. "I'm sorry I hit you honey."

Scott shrugs it off, "Ey I'm used to getting hit by irate emotional females, girlfriends, wives, mothers all the time, even a grandmother once. Hit me with her handbag and all that was it even." Scott tries to joke. "Do you want to go to the cafeteria to grab something to eat. I've been 'ordered' to go eat and take my meds by Sullivan."

"No...I mean I'm okay I already ate earlier. I'll go back to the waiting room. Steve here?"

"Yeah, he is he went and got Jake and Cooper from work. Lane's here too obviously with Chad. I think they went to get lunch themselves."

"Oh well okay, I'll go check on Jake and Cooper see how they're doing." Brooke says awkwardly.

"Yeah, you go do that." Scott mumbles as he's left in the empty trauma bay cubicle by himself.

"Well that didn't go as bad as thought it would."


1231 Hours. 18 June 2019. Tripler Army Medical Center - 3rd Floor G-Wing, Moanalua, Oahu.

Scott is standing in front of a row of three vending machines just a few yards outside the doors leading into the emergency room. While he's standing in front of the vending machines his phone dings with a text message. He pulls out his phone and sees it's from Jeff. Scott smiles despite himself.

Jeff: Hey babe on lunch break can u talk?

-12:31 PM

Scott: :) Yes I can.

-12:32 PM

Scott's phone starts ringing two minutes later, he picks it up hearing Jeff's voice.

"Hey Scott how's your day going so far? Have you eaten yet?" Scott pulls a few bills out of wallet and feeds it into the machine. He makes his selection for the burrito and hears it thunk at the bottom of the machine.

"Yep, eating right now. Vending machine food is good." Scott remarks sarcastically.

"Vending machine? Are you at the hospital, did Lane or one of your other teammates get hurt?" Jeff asks concerned, and Scott feels touched he's only really met Lane and that briefly this morning. He guessed that's just the kind of person Jeff was.

"Tristan was in a hiking accident remember this morning when he said he was going hiking with his boyfriend. Yeah, it didn't go as planned. We're all at Tripler now."

"Oh my gosh do you know if he's going to be okay?"

"You know I actually got into with my wife Brooke, and I forgot to ask her."

"It didn't have anything to do with us did it?"

"Yeah it did, I told her I was seeing someone and we're in an open relationship, she knows I exclusively see guys when I'm seeing someone. One thing led to another and I'm pretty sure I'm in the proverbial dog house, but I don't care."

"Maybe I shouldn't come then, maybe I should turn around."

"What! No wait you're here, no definitely don't turn around I...I could use the support from my boyfriend." Scott trails off quietly.

"Did you just call me your boyfriend?"

"I...uh yeah I did I mean, I don't we've been seeing each other for a while now and I we haven't really said or labeled we are to each other, but we don't have to if you don't want to." Scott rambles.

"Ah, no I actually like that, yeah my boyfriend."

"Doesn't sound juvenile?"

"No it's whimsical Scott, uh I also met a Detective Williams in the parking lot with his two kids and they're showing me up. We'll be there in ten."

"Okay then see you in ten." Scott hangs up his phone and sees Adam and Lou walking up with his two youngest, David and Wyatt. Scott puts his phone in his pocket just in time for his sons to run up to him and embrace him in a hug.

Wyatt is the first one to pull back from the hug. "Dad, is Tristan okay? What happened?"

"Easy there Wyatt, calm down your brother fell down a lot of steps at the Koko Head Trail he was in pretty rough shape when Lane and I went to go get Chad. I don't know how exactly your brother's doing." Scott replies honestly.

Scott looks up and over Lou and Adam. "Thanks for picking them up guys, anything go okay at the house. I forget to mention the boys had friends over."

"We handled it brother don't worry we told the kids that Wyatt and David had a family emergency and the other boys parents had no problem picking them up." Lou tells him.

"Oh uh that's good, and what about the other issue." Scott asks eyeing Adam.

"No issue to be had." Adam informs Scott.

"Dad." David looks up at his dad still kind of clutching to him like he'd do as a kid. "Can we go in and see if we can see Tristan now?"

"Course we can bud. Can you go with your Uncle Lou and Adam, and wait in the waiting room with your brothers and Uncle Steve? I'm gonna wait out here for your Uncle Danny."

Both boys nodded their heads and Lou and Adam lead his boys through the wooden double doors of the emergency room.

Just as they disappear through the doors, down the hall the elevator opens and out runs little Charlie Williams.

"Charlie Williams, you get your little behind back here." Danny yells after his son. Danny watches his son run up to his second favorite Uncle and run into his arms to hug him.

"Oomph hey Charlie bear did you have fun with Grace and Officer Pua."

"Uh huh, we did lots of cool stuff, then Danno called and said Uncle Steve said we had to come here, is TJ hurt bad?" Charlie asks.

"Well Charlie I don't know actually the doctors are looking at him right now."

Charlie takes Scott's right hand and starts dragging him towards the ER double doors. "Come on we gots to go see him, and Uncle Steve too."

"Okay Charlie I'm coming." Scott allows himself to pull away and Danny mouths "sorry" at him. Jeff just smiles back at him. That further confirms Scott's pretty solid theory that Dominic is Jeff's son.

"Come on, Danno, Uncle Scott." Charlie pleads waiting ever so patiently or as patiently as a hyperactive six year old can by the ER doors.

"Look who I found in the parking lot." Danny exclaims. "Your baker friend. He was looking really lost and confused in the parking lot so I helped him navigate his way up here."

Grace has gone over to wait by her brother to give the three adults some privacy, but she smiles as she does. She's happy Jake's dad has found someone he really likes. Just like Danno and Steve found each other. Or rather realized they were perfect for each other.

"Thanks Danny I bet Jeff appreciated that."

"I did this place for only being nine floors is huge." Jeff says.

"It is and I've been here way too many times to count, well what with five boys and overgrown child as a brother."

"Don't forget yourself in that count Scott, you're just as bad." Danny chides Scott playfully.

"Right, I suppose, Jeff's not just my baker friend Danny." Scott walks over to Jeff and holds his left hand in his right hand. "He's my boyfriend."

"We can talk about how that came to be later." Jeff quickly says seeing how the blond Detective wants to ask questions. "I think we should all go in and see if we can see how Tristan's doing yeah."

"Yay finally Uncle Scott let's go." Charlie exclaims and with that exclamation the five of them all head back into the ER waiting room.


1241 Hours. 18 June 2019. Tripler Army Medical Center - ER Waiting Room, Moanalua, Oahu.

Steve Jake and Cooper are all sitting against the back wall of a couch in the ER waiting room. They hear the doors open and Charlie and Grace come walking through the doors. Danny, Scott and is that Jeff walking awfully close to his brother following close behind his teenage niece and six year old nephew.

Steve is the first one to get up and greet the group. "Danny babe what are you doing here?" Steve asks in surprise.

"How could I not be here Steven, Tani and Junior can hold down the fort back at the Palace just fine. Also Agents Santiago and Lahele went to pick up Mr. Ayers Audi from the trailhead."

"Okay, thanks for coming Danno." Steve embracing his husband in a tight hug.

"What about the others what are they up to, any news?" Scott asks.

"Exhausting every resource you have at your disposal to find and identify our suspect from yesterday."

"Good. It's been 24 hours and I'm already sick of this guy." Brooke looks over at her husband as he says this. Brooke's now dressed in civvies of tan capri pants, and a gray t-shirt that says Army Brat on the front in black letters and Proud of it on the back. Scott looks directly at his wife, and says, "I'll explain everything later." And Scott gives a slight barely noticeable nod to Charlie and their boys.

Brooke nods back to him and then she goes back to flipping through a magazine. Scott, Danny and Jeff all sit around the waiting room. Danny and Steve are on a bench seat with Charlie in the middle on them happily chattering away about what he did with Pua. Grace is sitting on another low backed chair next to Jake talking quietly to him.

Ever since her Uncle Steve introduced her to his brother's, second oldest son the two have been inseparable. Grace always wondered what having an older brother would be like and Jake is it. He's funny, dedicated, adventurous and all around fun person to be around. Grace hates seeing one of her best friends like this. She can't possibly imagine what he's thinking or going through. She knows Jake and his older brother are close. Despite all the teasing and messing around that happens when Tristan comes back from college. And about their respective relationships.

Scott is sitting next to Jeff, just happy to have him there, Jeff rubbing intricate circle patterns on the others right hand. Sitting in the waiting rooms suck, and the amount of times a number of them have sat in this very room or the other waiting rooms up on the surgical floor don't make waiting any easier. The unknown is something they all fear.

Crossing and uncrossing their legs, browsing through old magazines, wondering if they should sanitize their hands after browsing through said magazines, checking their phones, counting tiles, debating whether or not a bug in the corner of the room is a fly or a spider.

Steve's about to get up for the fifth time in as many minutes to pace when his phone rings. He doesn't recognize the number, but excuses himself out of the waiting room to take the call.


"McGarrett." Steve answers his phone as he usually does.

"Commander McGarrett, lovely afternoon isn't it?" The man greets. Steve's veins run ice cold. He's only heard the man's voice once before in video, he watched earlier but there's no mistaking that voice. He tries to keep his facial expression neutral and calm as he is standing just outside the doors to the ER. "It's a real tragedy that the boy survived. I was so sure he wouldn't make it."

"What, what are you talking about?"

"That's right you must still be waiting. Your nephew'll be just fine a bit banged up, but fine...for now."

Steve switches his phone from right hand to his left hand. His nostrils are flaring and he's clenching and unclenching his right fist. He sees an easy target and he punches the nearby vending machine glass shattering all around him. The hall leading up to the ER entrance is thankfully empty.

The throbbing in his right hand he doesn't even feel it. What he feels is a deep seated rage and anger towards this man. For what he's doing, for what he tried to do to his brother four years ago. The blood trickling down from his knuckles down his wrist. He pays it no mind for the moment.

"What do you want you sick son of a bitch? Who are you?"

"I want you to suffer like I have. I want you to feel pain I've felt. I'm going to start by taking away everyone you hold near and dear to you, Commander, starting with that Detective of yours."

"You'll never get to me to us." Steve bites out between clenched teeth.

"Oh, but I already have. Goodbye Commander." The line goes dead.

Steve is seething, he has no idea what this guy is really after. Or what his deal is, but he really hopes the MCRT has had luck ID'ing who this scumbag is. As long as he's out there, doing god knows what. Everyone he cares about could possibly be in danger.

Steve takes off his short sleeve navy button up shirt and wraps his right hand in the fabric blood immediately seeping through. Leaving him in just his gray crew neck t-shirt, and cargoes, he heads back into the ER waiting room.


1246 Hours. 18 June 2019. Tripler Army Medical Center - ER, Moanalua, Oahu.

Steve walks straight through the waiting room, past his husband, brother and his ohana, so he can get his hand looked at properly. Steve gets taken back to a cubicle to get his hand stitched up, and also to tell the nurse what he did and to apologize about the mess outside the ER. They'll probably have to tape off the vending machine now.

Steve is sitting on the bed as the nurse cleans up his right hand. "You're a very lucky man Commander. The bruising isn't severe and you haven't broken any bones." The nurse tells him.

"I'm sorry about the vending machine again. I shouldn't have lost my temper like I did. It's sounds more like something my partner would do."

"Oh no worries, Commander we get these types of self inflicted injuries quite frequently." The nurse finishes wrapping Steve's hand and starts to put her supplies away when there's a short knock on the glass. Steve looks up expecting to see Danny or his brother, but he sees Lou instead. The nurse let's him in and tells Steve as she's leaving. "You're free to go when you wish Commander."

"I bet that's a nasty looking bruising you've got under that gauze there Steve. What happened?" Lou asks. Though he can probably suss it out himself he wants to see what the ex-Navy SEAL'll say.

"Punched the glass on one of the vending machines." Steve says sheepishly, trying to shrug it off.

"Did it have anything to do with that call you went off to take?"

"You're a perceptive one aren't you Lou." Steve chuckles lightly, then turns serious. "He called me Lou. The perp who murdered Staff Sergeant Hurley, he called me."

Lou takes in a breath, that makes five people who have gotten calls for this sicko. And they're no closer to finding him.

"What'd he say Steve?"

"He said he wants to make me suffer, make me feel the same pain he felt." Steve takes a breath before continuing. "He says he's going to take everyone away from me that I hold near and dear, starting...starting with Danny."

"Have you told the NCIS team back at HQ?"

"I called Agent Perry and he said he'll add me to the list."

"We'll figure this out Steve we got your back man." Lou pats Steve's shoulder. "Let's go see if the docs have anything on your nephews' condition.

The two men back to the waiting room, where indeed they see a doctor in a white coat. "Family of Tristan McGarrett." Dr. Mitchell calls out. Now the waiting is pretty packed from crying babies, to tourists with bad sunburn and dehydration, and bad headaches. About fifteen different people stand up. "You're all his family?" Dr. Mitchell asks.

"We're his ohana doctor." Lane tells the black haired doctor.

"Okay, how about this, those of you who have the last name McGarrett stay standing."

Seven people sit down leaving, still eight people standing. Scott speaks up to the clearly still shocked doctor. "I'm Tristan's dad, she's his mother, he's his uncle, that's his uncle's husband, and these four are his brothers." Scott points to each person as he calls out their relationship to Tristan.

"Can I talk to just mom and dad right now, then we can talk about visitors and getting you all in to see him." Dr. Mitchell informs the sizable group.

Brooke crosses her arms over her chest and stands slightly in front of her husband, surprising him. "Whatever you have to say to us. You can say in front of them too. It'll save you time with this lot." Brooke knows that if she didn't say something more than one of the men around her would pitch a fit.

"Alright than, first I'd like to apologize for the long wait, imaging was backed up, but I know you don't want to hear many excuses so I'll get right to it. Tristan did suffer a grade three concussion, which is categorized as severe, but there wasn't any evidence of brain swelling on the MRI, that's good news. Just to be safe we'd like to keep him for observation for the next 48 hours. His short term memory is a bit fuzzy right now."

"So are sayin' it's possible he won't remember his accident?" Lane asks the doctor.

"Yes, it's possible, or he could not remember what he had for breakfast this morning. Or who he was with possibly. Short term memory loss is something we don't know the true cause of or how or why it happens unfortunately."

"What about his other injuries, I had to clean him up a lot before the mede-vac came." Chad tells the doctor.

"Your fast acting son, just may as well have saved Tristan's life the amount of blood he was losing. As for his other injuries..." Dr. Mitchell lists off the numerous injuries Tristan has attained due to his fall down the trail steps.

Three cracked ribs, two broken ones, out of socket shoulder and hip, sprained wrist, hairline fracture on his left fibula, a concussion, several severely bruised vertebrae, and a bruised tailbone. And seventeen stitches because of a giant gash on his forehead.

"With enough rest and recuperation time Tristan shall make a full and complete recovery. Now due to the concussion, I've admitted Tristan and he should be resting comfortably by now up on the Teen wing of the Pediatrics floor."

"Can we see him?" Steve asks. Scott eyes his brother's bandaged right hand, gives him a quizzical look.

"Yes if you'll all follow me I can take you up there now." Dr. Mitchell replies. With that said the fifteen members in the McGarrett ohana follow Dr. Mitchell out of the ER waiting room.


Tripler is always a busy place, though it seemed more so when there are many retirees and veterans and their families coming in with heatstroke, sunburns, concussions from getting smacked upside the head with a surfboard, things like that. It's still bustling with nurses going back and forth around them, some trudging and others sprinting. Brooke never noticed that before how busy the hospital really is because she's usually one of those people hustling and running about.

The fifteen of them plus Dr. Mitchell making sixteen all pile into the already crowded elevator. Danny's manages to get himself wedged in the front right corner with Charlie safely in front of him, and Steve behind him. He reminds himself to breath and count his breaths. The elevator ride is a silent one, even with the other people in the elevator. The other occupants clearly recognize Five-0 and see the two other men with badges around their necks. That's enough to make anyone a little nervous I mean after what happened yesterday who could blame them.

Luckily for Danny and Charlie they only have to go up one floor. Charlie's also not only inherited his father's good looks and mile a minute motor mouth, but also his fear of enclosed tight spaces. Also known as claustrophobia. They found that out when Charlie had gone on an overnight team bonding exercise with his little league team last summer on the USS Arizona. Charlie and one of his friends had gone exploring where they weren't supposed to and gotten trapped in a small confined space.

The elevator dings and no surprise Charlie and Danny are the first ones out of that confining metal death trap as Danny calls it. Dr. Mitchell leads the group down the hall and around the corner to the teen wing.

Dr. Mitchell leads them all to Tristan's room, room 423F. Dr. Mitchell knocks and he hears the teen call out. He opens the door fully, "Tristan I think there are some people here who want to see you." Dr. Mitchell tells his young patient.

"Let them in." Tristan says from where he's lying on his bed multiple bandages wrapped around his torso, a few on left arm from superficial cuts and scrapes. Than there's the seventeen thankfully dissolvable stitches in his forehead up near his hairline. Not to mention his sprained wrist is wrapped, and his broken left fibula is elevated wrapped in gauze on a pillow.

Everyone but Scott enters the room, Lane looks at his partner a silent conversation being had. Lane nods to Scott before heading into the room as well. "Dr. Mitchell can I have a word outside please?" Scott asks.

"Well sure Master Chief, now usually it's I who ask to speak to parents outside, but I can tell this isn't about your son's physical condition or prognosis."

The doctor shuts the door to his patient's room, and stood off to the side of the door looking towards the father of five in his matching cast to one of his sons.

"No, it's not it's about his safety here in the hospital. I'm sure you're aware of the lockdown that occured yesterday." The doctor nods his head. "I was there actively trying to track the highly dangerous and armed man down. He's threatened a member of my family, and two colleagues of mine, also indirectly threatening our children and other family members." Scott gives the doctor a small summary of what went down yesterday.

"I see, and what do you wish to do about it."

"With your permission doctor I'd like to have two colleagues of mine stationed outside my son's room for the duration that he's here under your charge." Scott says.

By the tone Dr. Mitchell knows that the man in front of him would post up his own security detail with or without his permission. Asking is just a formality, a nice gesture. He's heard about the NCIS team at Pearl that has the equivalent of Five-0's immunity and means. They aren't a unit to be trifled with, especially with three ex-Navy SEALs, and a former Force Recon Marine in the unit.

"That can be arranged, Agent McGarrett just give me the names of your Agents and I'll give them to nurses on the floor."

"In exchange doctor I'd also like a list of every nurse day and night that'll be coming into his room. I'd also like to be notified of any changes to staffing before it's made if it affects my son's care."

"Of course Agent. I'll get that list to you as soon as I have it. Email."

"Yes my work email will be fine. It's..." Scott recites his government issued email address to the doctor.

"Alright, you better go in there, you're the first one he asked for when he woke you know."

"Thanks doc I appreciate everything really I do." Scott smiles at the doctor and watches him leave.

He sends off a quick text to Jackson back who's at Five-0 with Kali and the rest of the MCRT.

Agent McGarrett: Need bckgrnd check on a Dr. Travis Mitchell, everything you got.

- 12:55 PM

Agent Santiago: On it boss. Everything okay with your son?

- 12:57 PM

Agent McGarrett: Yes, concussion and other injuries but doc says he'll make a full recovery. 48 hour observation hold.

- 12:58 PM

Scott texts back not wanting to fully elaborate on the extent of his son's injuries in a text message.

Agent Santiago: Good, Kali's happy for you, as am I we all are. I'll get back to you asap on that bckgrd check.

- 12:59 PM

Agent McGarrett: Thnx

-1:00 PM

Scott pockets his phone and then heads inside his son's room.


1300 Hours, 18 June 2019, TAMC - 6th Floor - PICU, Teen Wing Patient Room 626H, Moanalua, Oahu.

Scott walks into TJ's room and sees his surrounding Ohana spread out throughout his son's room. Those closest to the bed right now are Brooke and Cooper on TJ's right side and Steve and Jake on his left side.

He looks good all things considering, Scott sees the IV pole and the red blood bag attached to it, next to the morphine drip. That scares him, how close he came to losing his son. If Chad hadn't been there, no he can't think like that. Not now TJ's alive and doing good if he's laughing at some corny joke Jake is telling him. Take away all the hospital equipment and Scott can almost imagine this as a different setting. It's good to see his boys all in good spirits right now.

"Hey TJ, aren't we all a mess." Scott jokes. "I think if Cooper comes in next we get another hole punched in our frequent flier card."

"Three McGarrett's in the hospital in two days that has to be some kind of record." Lane puts in.

"I don't want any of you boys, you included Scott to be trying to set any records, you're all going to give me gray hairs before I'm forty." Brooke tells sons and husband.

"Guess that's the small price we have to pay for loving these McGarrett goofs." Danny slings an arm around Steve.

"Hey, I take offense to that." Scott says smiling.

"Yeah me too, you married us for more than our trouble making tendencies." Steve says.

"You love us." Scott says. Scott turns to his son. "How you feeling son?"

"Like I fell down a dozen or so steps, but I'm good hey dad I like the hickey." TJ exclaims a loopy grin on his face.

"Yeah, you are looking good, doc's got you on the good pain meds, good ol' morphine." Scott replies trying to get the attention off of him and his damn hickey on his neck.

"Mr. Jeff's gots a mark on his neck too." Charlie says innocently as he looks up at the older man and notices the same mark on his neck. Jeff blushes and Scott kicks at the invisible dirt on the floor. Now half the rooms looking at the two of them. "Why do you have matching spots, Uncle Scott."

"Uh, well you see Charlie." Scott starts. Oh geez little man.

"They were giving each other raspberries on their necks." Danny quickly tells his son.

"On their necks, that's funny." Charlie states.

"Yeah, I guess it is, raspberries are sometimes to go on tummies, Jeff." Scott gives Jeff a look that says play along.

"Your so right Scott, they do, silly me."

"Are you and my Uncle Scott boyfriends like my Danno and Uncle Steve were?"

This kid, as much as Scott loves his sweet six year old pseudo nephew Charlie, he's too much. He's not gonna lie. Not with Brooke in the room that'll put him in the dog house for sure.

"We are Charlie, we are boyfriends." That's the first time Scott's said it aloud in a room full of people. Not just people his ohana.

"Cool, are you gonna get married like Uncle Steve and Danno?"

If any of them had been drinking anything, there would have been at least five different spit takes. "Umm, I don't know Charlie." Jeff says, slowly.

Danny gives both men a look that says equal parts I'm sorry and you don't have to answer anymore questions.

"We haven't known in each other that long only two months bud I think you got to know someone a bit longer before that, but not at as long as your dad and Uncle Steve." Scott looks pointedly at his older brother. "They took forever to get together, and get married."

There were very agreeable nods and acknowledgements to that statement. Seven years was a long time, the last two years dating before Danny popped the question to Steve.

There's amiable chatter about the room for another hour or so before, Danny announces he should take his kids back to their mother. There's some protest from Charlie, but Danny promises his son he can visit his cool friend tomorrow. And after Danny leaves, Adam and Lou decides to head out, before they can though Scott stops them.

"Hey guys, I want to thank you for bringing Wyatt and David this afternoon."

"Don't worry about it, it's what Ohana does." Adam tells him.

"Actually Lou." Scott turns to the Chicago native. "Would you mind letting me take your SUV, it's the only vehicle that's here between all of us big enough to transport six people."

Lou takes his keys out of his pocket, and hands them over. "Sure since I know your not actually driving."

"We can catch a ride back to HQ with Steve." Adam tells Scott, and he sees Steve nod to Adam in confirmation.

Everyone says their goodbyes to Danny, Grace and Charlie, as well Adam, Lou, and Steve and pretty soon it's just the McGarrett's. Plus Lane, Jeff and Chad. Scott had pulled Brooke outside and into one of those private quiet rooms that are on the floor. Used usually to tell parents and relatives bad news about their kids prognosis. Scott had told Brooke everything about yesterday, from the calls, the fake bomb threat today at the palace, everything, not leaving anything out.

She'd been rightly horrified and undoubtedly scared, but she recollected herself and than asked her husband what they were going to do. He tells her his plan of having all four boys sleepovers at trusted friends' houses for the next 48 hours while Tristan's in the hospital. So as not to be home alone without adult supervision.

Brooke agrees and even though they're having personal what some would call marital issues Brooke pushes those aside in favor of working alongside her husband. For the sake of her boys. They're safety and well-being comes first before anything else that may be going on in either of their lives.

Scott also tells Brooke of his plan of attack to have the remaining two members of his team, on security detail outside Tristan's room while he's here. He knows it's only tonight and tomorrow, but he's not taking any chances.

It's times like this that despite her husband's long hours, and times he's not at home she's happy for his connections and working relationship and trust he must have in his teammates. To be able to ask them such a thing and they'd do it. Maybe now just maybe she's starting to get finally what the whole concept of 'ohana' truly means to her husband.

"I'm going to head back to the bakery, you know make sure it hasn't burned down in my absence." Jeff jokes.

Scott gets up from the couch he's sitting on and sending updates back to Perry and Kali about what he's doing. Scott walks over to Jeff's who's standing next to the doorway.

"Thanks for coming Jeff I appreciate it." Scott gives Jeff a light peck on his cheek.

"Dad why you kissing some guy you just met." Tristan asks from his bed. And there's more evidence of his short term memory being kapoot.

"We're boyfriends TJ, it's what we do, just like you and Chad kiss."

"Oh, oh yeah, I'm sleepy dad, I'm gonna take a nap."

"You do that." Scott turns back to Jeff. "I'll call you later about tonight, okay."

"I completely understand. I'm glad he's going to be okay." Jeff nods to Lane and than heads out of the room.

"Well boys come on let's get a move on, Lane and I have to get back to the office, I want you four to pack go bags enough for three days and then, we'll drop you back here with your mom's clothes okay."

"Okay dad. I'll pack a bag from TJ to." Jake offers.

TJ is sleeping currently and isn't aware of the conversation going on around him. "That'd be great thanks Jake. And after visiting hours are your friends' parent or parents will pick you up and take you back to their houses for the night." Scott tell his kids.

Scott hadn't told his boys the whole reason why he wants them to stay at friends' he just told them he didn't want them to have to spend the night alone in the house. Thinking about their brother. He knows he'll have to tell his boys the real reasoning some time soon, but they don't need that particular information hanging over their heads right now.

"Sounds good, let's go." Cooper announces to his dad.

"We'll drop you off on the way okay Chad." Lane tells the nineteen year old blond boy.

"Thanks Mr. Sullivan, my parents are working on some big contract on the Big Island and can't come get me." Chad says.

"We'll be back in thirty minutes tops Brooke anything particular you want in your bag."

"No, I've already got it packed mostly just add in something for me to sleep in tonight and tomorrow and I'm all set. Thanks sweetie."

"Alright, but don't complain to me if I bring you the wrong sleepwear." It's meant to be a joke to Brooke, but she doesn't take it that way.

"We've been married for twenty two years I think you should know what I wear." Brooke hisses.

"Whoa, easy Brooke I was just joking, I know what you like and will wear. We've got to go now, we'll be back soon." Scott leaves with Lane and the boys and closes the door behind him.

True to his word thirty minutes Lane and Scott are dropping of Scott's boys back at Tristan's hospital room with their go bags along with Brooke's. Tristan's awake when they get there sitting up in bed, he motions for his dad to come closer.

"What is it, Tristan do you remember something?"

"Yeah, he...he had gray eyes and a deep voice."

"Who did Tristan?" Scott thinks he's talking about one of the flight medics that took him in the chopper.

"Guy, I saw...gay I saw 'fore I passed out, had a scar under his right eye."

"Are you sure Tristan?" Lane asks the teen looking over at his partner slightly.

"Yeah Mr. Sullivan, I'm sure. Can I have my phone now Jake?" Tristan asks his brother seemingly forgetting what he'd just told his dad and his partner.

"No, Tristan you have a concussion, no screens or electronics you need to rest your eyes." Brooke informs her son. Her nineteen year old son pouts like a toddler being told he can't have his favorite toy but relents. He's pretty tired right now anyway.

"Bye dad see you later." TJ waves weakly and closes his eyes a fitful sleep overtaking him. Dreams of the guy eyed, scarred man clouding his dreams.


1450 Hours, 18 June 2019. Iolani Palace - Five-0 HQ - Main Office Area, Honolulu, Oahu.

Lane and Scott make it back to Five-0 headquarters and walk quickly through the glass double doors and over the Five-0 Special investigations seal on the floor.

"Hey the dynamic duo are back..." Danny calls out.

"Jackson, Kali I've got a special assignment for you two, security detail for my son Tristan. I've already informed and notified the hospital they know to expect you."

"Basic security detail sir?" Jackson asks.

"VIP detail Santiago, nobody gets in or out of that room that isn't on the approved list." Scott tells the younger Agent.

"How long Scott?" Kali inquiries.

"48 hours, go home pack a go bag with enough clothes until Thursday. You know the drill with security detail."

Jackson and Kali look at their unit chief and he nods. "Go, you two, McGarrett's your team lead, you follow his orders."

"We won't let you down Scott." Kali assures.

"We're all over this." Jackson agrees.

"Glad to hear it." with that the two younger members of the CRT leave Five-0 headquarters to head home to pack and then head over to the hospital.

"Jerry, Carson please tell me you guys ID'd our shooter?" Lane practically begs walking straight up to the smart table.

"Hey Danny, Grace and Charlie okay?" Scott asks giving Jackson and Kali their assignment.

"Hey yourself pal you like crap, yes Grace and Charlie are fine. Got off to Rachel's okay. Grace has date with Will tomorrow and Charlie starts his summer camp so he's excited."

"Good they need things to look forward too. I take it you've told Rachel."

"I have and that we're in the process of figuring logistics out."

"Have you found our guy yet?" Lane asks again.

"Drum roll please." Jerry asks. He didn't he drum roll but a few fond eye rolls in return. "Alright than." Jerry pulls up the relevant information.

"Our mystery shooter and caller is...one Deegan Wilkes." Evan shows and points the screen with a flourish of his right hand. A mugshot appears of the man that's secretly haunted Scott for the past four years.

"How'd you find this guy?" Lane aaks, staring the jagged scar under the man's left eye.

"We had went back a few years and started searching, professional hit men or contract killers." Evan explains.

"Than we cross referenced that with Navy and Marine Corps personnel, since he'd shot the Staff Sergeant." Jerry continues.

"Low and behold Jerry, comes across several different case files from years ago about identical murders of three NCIS agents..." Tani says.

"It was four, four Agents." Scott replies evenly.

"How do you know?" Tani asks the older Agent.

"Because they were apart of our unit." Lane supplies for his friend.

"Apart of your unit sir?" Junior asks.

"Yes, you see the NCIS unit you see before you wasn't always as it is currently. There was another unit a first unit, that Scott, Havika and myself were a part of." Lane starts.

"It all started four years ago, with a case the MCRT got..." Havika says.

Then Havika goes into the full explanation with Lane's help and minimal input from Scott about the case they had four years ago. Also how it led to them having carte blanche with the rules and regulations when it came to solving their cases or dealing with CRT call outs.

"That's, that's rough, can't imagine what you guys must have gone through." Tani is first person to regain speech after the explanation.

"You said it was an eight man hit squad, eight men for the eight Agents." Adam says. "What happened to the men who were successful."

"We can neither confirm nor deny what happened to those men." Havika tells Adam face a serious one.

"I know what happened." Brianna exclaims. "You three went Rambo and killed the shooters."

"We can neither confirm nor deny that." Lane replies simply.

"No, stop we can it's over case is closed, the Petty Officer First Class Neil Thatcher and his father are dead, the guys who tried to kill our friends and colleagues are dead. We did that, we killed them."

"And now the only one left alive is the one and only, Deegan Wilkes." Havika finishes. "Give the man a prize. He survived and managed to evade four ex-Navy SEALs." Havika's voice is dripping sarcasm.

"He's not just the only one alive." Steve states, as he heads back to his office really quick to grab his laptop. Steve comes back with his laptop balancing it in his palm and opening up the video file. Steve projects the video onto the large center monitor in front of them. "Now I'm going to warn you this video is pretty graphic."

Steve hits play on the video and lets the video play out. It's stops after ten minutes. "That was security camera footage from your kitchen four years ago." Havika remarks looking at Scott.

"You gave Deegan that scar." Lane realizes. "He shot you mere centimeters away from your heart. You could've died that day."

"How'd you get that video Steve?" Scott asks.

"He...Wilkes sent it to me, on this flash drive."

"He used the fake bombing as a distraction to get into HQ, he was here in the office. In your office." Danny starts saying.

"Yes, Danny yes he was the man who tried to kill my brother four years ago was here in the office in my office. He's sending us a message."

"What exactly is that message Steven?"

Steve doesn't get a chance to answer before his brother answers for him.

"That he can get to us, get to me, and that with Rutherford's resources and payment he'll go to any means necessary to get to the Agent that got away." Scott tells everyone assembled.

"That's not all is there, Steve there's something else, isn't there?" Scott deduces.

Scott pulls up the second video of Wilkes himself, and hits the play button.

A man's face appears on screen, caucasian, jet black hair and a scar just underneath his left eye, with almond shaped blue gray eyes. The man they now know as Deegan Wilkes.

"Hello Commander, I see you got my video" Wilkes is saying. "By the time you see this video, I'll be long gone, now you know the truth behind your brother's recent actions. Know this Commander you and I will meet and I will finish what I started." The video screen goes black.

"He wants to kill you so he can get his payment. But with his original client the father of the sailor dead. He can't get it." Danny says.

"My theory is, he was hired by Rutherford, not to kill Scott but to kill both our latest victims, with promise of payment to lure out you three." Steve gestures to Lane, his brother, and Havika. "To make you remember."

"So this all goes back to profit, a payment out." Adam says. "It fits with Rutherford's syndicate and his whole operations he only ever does things for profit for money."

"Well we remember all right, and now that we know we can find him and charge him for two murders and the attempted murder of a federal agent." Havika declares.

Steve looks over at Danny now, "There's more, and you're not going to like it."

"What, what more could be said to make me already hate this putz more."

"I got a call from Wilkes. Lou knows this I told him when I went to get my hand bandaged." several eyes look over to Steve's bandaged right hand. When had that happened? Is what is going through everyone's mind.

"He called you?" Danny exclaims outraged waving his hands in the air. "And you didn't think to tell me, to tell us."

"Whoa, Danny easy I'm telling you now if you'll be quiet and let me finish." Danny crosses his arms, but didn't say anything more. "He called me and told me, now these are his words, "It's a real tragedy that the boy survived. I was so sure he wouldn't make it."

"How did he know about your nephew Commander?" Evan asks.

"I'm getting to that Agent Carson." Steve replies. "That's not all he said, again these are his words, Your nephew'll be just fine a bit banged up, but fine...for now."

"He's directly targeting Agent McGarrett's children now." Perry realizes. Steve harrumphs. "Sorry commander please continue."

"Wilkes continues to say, 'I want you to suffer like I have. I want you to feel the pain I felt. I'm going to start by taking away everyone you hold near and dear to you, Commander, starting with that Detective of yours."

Everyone takes it what Steve says and to no surprise, Scott is the first one to speak. "Why'd you keep this from Steve? You said you wouldn't do that anymore, I'm not a little kid anymore Steve." Scott raises his voice slightly.

"I was going to tell you as soon as I found out, and I was pretty pissed that you kept this from me that is guy tried to kill you too. Then Danny got the call about the bomb threat and everything escalated."

"Both of you stop!" Brianna exclaims. Both men stop talking. "Uh, sorry respectfully don't you see this is what he wants Wilkes wants you two full with adrenaline and mad at each other so you'll do something stupid."

"She's got a point you guys. Does it matter that Scott never told you Steve, and does it matter Scott that Steve hadn't told you about the video til now. We all know about the video and know Wilkes is playing the pawn for Rutherford." Evan reasons cautiously.

"Agent Carson is right you two can't be at each other's throats over semantics you aren't kids anymore you're grown ass adults and you should act like it." Perry tells the two McGarrett brothers.

Both McGarrett's look thoroughly chastised and then Steve looks up with determination in his eyes. "So what are you we doing about the service members that have been taken?"

"We've been thinking it's time to go on the offensive, time to stop playing defense. It's time to get active instead of always having to react to something these Rutherford and his goons are doing." Lane tells them all.

"Take the fight to them, what did you have in mind?" Lou asks the dirty blond haired surfer Agent.

"A simple snatch and grab..." Perry starts, before Danny interrupts him.

"Hate to break it to you Agent Perry, but nothing is ever simple when SuperSEAL McGarrett over here is involved."

"Hey! Not totally true." Steve skulks.

"Oh really name one time a raid or operation we've performed was ever simple and went the way it was supposed to, hmm."

"There was that one time..."

"Ah you can't can you. What'd I say nothing's ever simple with you."

"Can we get back to what I was saying gentlemen please."

"Listen to the man huh we want to move forward not backwards." Lou chides to his two friends.

"Agreed Captain Grover thanks you." Perry praises the other man. "As I was saying we perform a snatch and grab. We stage a two man team to act as bait to get snatched up by the kidnappers and when they do we go in and we grab whoever is taking the Marines and sailors. We interrogate the men for answers like a location of where the captured Marines and sailors are being held."

Lane nods his head at this, this could work, "A two man team consisting of a member from our unit." Lane starts "And one from yours." He finishes gesturing to the Five-0 members.

"Why a two man team?" Danny asks curious.

"Because according to the footage, Perry and the MCRT were able to scrounge up from three weeks ago when Gunnery Sergeant Powell was taken, that's how they nab'em by twos." Scott informs.

"I'll go, I'll be bait." Steve says instantly already gearing himself up mentally.

Danny throws his hands up in the air at Steve. "No, no absolutely not, you, or Scott can't be bait. And for that matter neither can I. We've already got targets on our backs."

"Danny's right and what if this goes south, we need both our leader and the second in command alive." Lou reminds his two colleagues.

"Yes, there's that big brother, but also another fact you're forgetting." Scott actually grins despite what they're all suggesting they do right now.

Steve cocks his head like an inquisitive dog, "What am I missing. I'd be the best bait."

"Macho Navy SEAL much, babe. We all know you're a badass."

"Oh just tell him already Scott." Lane exclaims to his partner also smiling.

"You my dear brother were a Lieutenant Commander in the United States Navy. An officer, a cake eater." Scott says the last part with a wide grin on his face knowing his brother wouldn't hit him for the last comment.

"Wh- oh!" Steve realizes. "They're only taking enlisted members of the Navy or Marine Corps special operations."

"Ey give the big lug a prize, he figured it out." Scott says between laughing at his brothers face.

"You better watch yourself Master Chief." Steve warns half serious half mocking.

"Aye aye Commander sir."

Evan leans over and whispers to Brianna. "Are these two always like this."

"I have no clue, I can't tell who's worse Detective Williams and the Commander or the McGarrett brothers." Brianna whispers back.

"They're Navy boys and I've known Scott for years, so yes they are really like this." Havika whispers to the youngest members of on his team.

"Can we focus please, we've got bad guys to nail here." Perry insists.

"I agree, with Agent Perry, Steve, Scott Alexander." Danny chides.

"Touche, Daniel Derek."

"How'd you? Oh never mind I don't want to know Mr. Double oh ninja."

"Okay folks, let's run this down right, Danny, Steve, and Scott can't be bait because they're already targets. Agents Sullivan and Kamaka can't either because while they fit the criteria of enlisted sailor and Navy SEAL, they have kids. Tani, and Agent Seeger are out for obvious reasons." Lou makes a no offense gesture at the two females in the room.

"Hey it's all good over here, Lou." Tani replies.

"I agree I'm perfectly happy for once I'm not the first choice to put undercover. You wouldn't believe how often that happens Tani."

"Oh I can imagine." Tani answers, the brunette Agent.

"So who does that leave exactly?" Perry asks.

"Adam, Agent Carson, and Junior." Scott says.

"I volunteer as tribute." Evan announces with a smile. Havika lightly smacks the younger Agent over the head.

"You were going regardless of what you said, we need one of us from each side." Havika explains.

"Oh, yeah right sorry."

"So, Adam, Junior you want to flip a coin?" Lane asks chuckling.

"I'll go, I mean it makes sense doesn't it. I'm actually a SEAL sir." Junior turns and addresses Lane seriously.

"Of course it makes sense Junior and that serious respectful attitude they'll eat that up. We won't have to do much for you, but change your name, oh and your wardrobe somewhat, you're tourists remember." Lane starts to list off all the things they have to do for Junior. Than he turns to Evan. "Now you my curly haired friend, are going to need some work." Lane gives Evan a once over. "We've done more with less time before. It's nearly 1320, an hour, to get you both prepped and we'll be all good to go."

Agent Perry turns to Jerry, "Mr. Ortega can you handle the backstopping my Agent and Officer Reigns?"

"Can do Agent Perry. I've done it before and they should hold up, since nobody will actually be looking at them." Jerry informs the African American agent.

"Good, we need these to be airtight. No gaps, and using portions of both their histories in their covers will help Carson, and Reigns remember who they're supposed to be, if they do gets stopped by any other tourists." Perry informs Jerry helpfully.

"Sullivan you go get Reigns and Carson here kitted out back at NCIS." Scott orders Lane. "Oh and bring all of our UC vests, plus an extra for Reigns!"

"Gotcha, partner, nobody else needs to take a trip to the ER today." Lane calls and both Evan and Junior follow the older blond haired NCIS agent out of the offices.

"UC vests?" Tani asks curiously to Scott.

"Yeah, they're more lightweight, same amount of protection as a normal kevlar vest, but they allow the user to be able to wear it underneath clothing. We all wear'im anytime we go undercover and have a need to wear them."

"Our normal tactical kevlar vests we wear are too bulky to be worn over clothes, and we don't want either of them to stand out in that regard." Havika tells Tani helpfully. "Junior'll be perfectly fine, you've both gone undercover before right?"

"Yes, but it was as a gym trainer and gym member, there wasn't a need to wear vests, we couldn't even if we wanted to."

"Tani, Evan may look young and seem enthusiastic, but he's one of the best damn UC's I've seen in a long time. Junior's in good hands." Scott reassures her. "Junior's a SEAL he can handle himself. And some can Evan."

While Jerry is working on backstopping Junior and Evan, Steve, Danny, Perry and Scott go over the finer details of this little snatch of grab of theirs. Steve Scott and Perry go over the plan numerous times, Danny's almost has to laugh how all three of them are treating this like a military op.

"We're SEALs Danny." Scott explains. "We plan for every eventuality, we can think of. Also, UC's for the MCRT are routine, we could do a snatch and grab in our sleep."

"He's right we can." Brianna says.

"If you're all so sure." Danny hedges.

"We're all good, Danno trust me." Steve clutches Danny's hand under the smart table.

An hour later, Lane's back with Junior and Evan all their undershirt vests. Five-0 are going to wear their usual tactical vest since they'll be in the van as backup. The rest of the NCIS unit minus Scott will be strategically placed around the Ala Moana center and have sight lines to where van is reported to be. Scott is a dead giveaway to the guys they're trying to catch, with his navy blue cast.

"Alright you two looking good, one last thing, here are your in ear, comms, made by one of the tech boys at NCIS, they're virtually unnoticeable. And you'll be able to stay in contact with all of us the whole time." Perry hands each man a clear looking ear comm.

"You remember the signals, right?" Havika asks Evan. Evan nods his head. "And you remember the signal too Junior?"

"Yes sir."

"Great, now that we're all kitted out let's go bust us some bad guys."


1550 Hours. 18 June 2019. Ala Moana Shopping Center, Waikiki, Honolulu, Oahu.

It's late Tuesday afternoon, and the Ala Moana shopping center in Waikiki is still teeming with tourists, and locals alike. The perfect set up for the boss' plans of grabbing both of the McGarrett brothers. After the morning and afternoon they've had they'll be too preoccupied to focus. They'll let their guard down. With the surveillance they know that two of the younger McGarrett's sons work in the shopping center, and they aren't currently here. They're all at the hospital with the eldest McGarrett son. This is the perfect time to strike.

"This'll be the most opportune time to snatch them right here in the open." Scott informs Junior and Evan one last time over comms.

"And remember wait until they've actually got a hold of you to send up the signal." Steve reminds.

"No offense guys but I think we got this covered." Havika says as he and Brianna are walking past one of the store fronts together.

"We got this, we got their backs Maddog." Lane replies into his comm as he's stopped at a sunglasses kiosk browsing for a new pair of glasses.

"Yeah, but who'll have your back." Scott whispers quietly. He hates that he's stuck in the surveillance van with his brother and Danny.

The cast is a total giveaway though and he'd never compromise an operation like that. The unit he's a part of is one of the best and he trusts them all with his life, well okay maybe the jury's still out on Seeger with her criminal father, but she's getting there.

Tani, Adam, and Lou are in a completely unrecognizable sedan, with no undercover markings whatsoever opposite the black industrial van. Now it's just a waiting game, the best part of a snatch and grab.

Evan and Junior are spread out in the shopping center, both on the first floor but still within close enough range if either gets stopped by a tourist. Evan is wearing a sky blue and green floral Aloha shirt and gray cargo pants with Nike running shoes. He's walking around with a shopping bag in each hand. Their cover is that they're two friends on leave for a little R&R in the Aloha state. The airline lost their luggage so that's why they're here buying clothes.

Junior is on the north side of the first floor wearing, a red and white floral Aloha shirt and tan cargo shorts with a pair of Oakley sunglasses. He's also carrying a bag from RipCurl, with shorts, tanks, t-shirts, underwear and boardies in the bag. The teams are actually with Jerry's help and the wonders of social media able to find a YouTube video of Gunnery Sergeant Powell and another unidentified Marine being taken. From that footage Junior and Evan are able to gleam or have a sense of what they're attackers look like. Big, muscular, probably dressed in black and look totally out of place for an outdoor shopping mall in Hawaii on a Tuesday afternoon.

"I have eyes on target one, I repeat I have eyes on target one." First goon says into his earpiece to his other goon partner across the way.

If they can't get the McGarrett's as they're nowhere in sight. Two other Navy SEALs will just have to do for now. If they don't pass and Rutherford's doesn't want them, Wilkes can also just kill one of them to send a message to the Commander and Master Chief.

"Eyes on target two, caucasian 6'1 curly brown haired male, to your 9:00." The second goon confirms.

"Affirmative." First goon confirms, as he keeps his eyes on Junior as he's just exited another store with a bag in his hand.


Back in the black wide panel van that Steve's stuck in with Danny and his brother he's watching the surveillance cam footage of the area. He keys his earpiece. "Junior, Agent Carson, you've been noticed be ready they'll make their move soon." Steve tells the two men in the field.

"Copy that Commander." Agent Carson replies as he passes by Agent Perry and Agent Sullivan for the third time. He eyes both of them, giving them a nod. Both men nod back. It's go time.

"Copy that sir." Junior answers, and he pats himself down like he's forgotten his wallet checking he's still armed. Time to focus in and do this.

"It's showtime people let's look alive and be ready for anything." Perry announces.

The two men in their all black t-shirts and blue jeans converge on their targets like hyenas preying on weak little gazelle. Evan's busy looking at a rack of hats and trying them on when he sees, a bearded man come up behind him. He feels the cold steel of a gun on his lower back.

"Make any sudden moves, try and struggle and you die." The man growls low in Evan's left ear.

"No, no please don't." Evan says and he begins to struggle in the taller man's grip. The man's about 6'3" and all muscle.

"Shut up, you deaf you struggle or you die." The man jerks Evan right shoulder roughly pulling it out of his socket. Evan screams in pain, and crumples to the concrete beneath him. "Get up, sailor boy."

Evan gets up from the ground, sniffling and reaching over himself to try and hold his right shoulder. The man slaps his hand away while keeping a firm grip on Evan's right shoulder. Evan can't help but wince in pain, at the man's grip on his shoulder.

The once bustling shopping center is paralyzed in fear as Evan is led by the bearded tall man through the crowd. Evan sees just up a head at his 12:00 Junior being led by a shorter man than himself, the younger Hawaiian born man, has a busted lip and his left eye is partially closed.

"Keep moving squid." The goon leading Junior pushes him forward with the muzzle of his gun. Junior keeps walking and looks behind him and he sees Agent Carson being walked along by a bearded man in a form fitting black t-shirt. The Agent winces when he walks and it looks like his left shoulder is dislocated.

"Hey pal no need to be so rough, we're bein' cooperative like good little sailors." Evan quips.

"You're askin' for it, Paul would should just off them here, this one especially he's annoying as fuck." Goon 2 exclaims exasperated.

"Yah damn idiot don't use my name." Paul reprimands.

"What s'not like they'll remember anything in a couple minutes."

Sullivan and Perry watch helplessly as Junior and Evan are brought closer to the entrance of the shopping center where the kidnappers van is parked. Perry gets Lane attention, and points a man with black hair and blue gray eyes, Lane looks over in the direction Perry nods to. It's Wilkes, Wilkes is here.

Evan looks over to Junior gives him the signal behind his back, counting down with his left hand. Three...Junior nods slightly, two...Junior looks back over to his where he sees Agents Kamaka and Seeger stashing their 'shopping bags' behind a kiosk, one.

Junior throws his head back suddenly and head butts the big ash blond goon in the face startling him. The man immediately grab his nose in pain blood dripping down his nostrils. Evan brings his left elbow back into his kidnappers abdomen.

"You little shit." Beardy groans in contortion dropping his gun, which Evan quickly grabs up off the floor, aiming it at Beardy's face.

Junior grabs the goons dropped gun, and holds it in his would be kidnapper's face. "Five-0! Don't move."

"NCIS scumbag stay down!" Evan exclaims. Evan's focused on his attacker right side and doesn't see the man moving for his second piece. The moves and raising his gun and a three bullets whizz through the air knocking Evan backwards and off his feet.

Agents Kamaka and Sullivan run over to their downed agent, Lane immediately sees the blood trailing down the left side of Evan's neck. He grabs gauze out of his med kit and applies pressure to the wound.

"Easy, easy kid don't try to talk you're gonna be okay."

"Sullivan on your six." Agent Kamaka shouts, and just as Lane turns, Havika fires his gun and shoots Evan's would be kidnapper dead double tap to the chest. Blood seeping through the man's black t-shirt, his body twitching with the man's last muscle contractions leaving his body.


Junior's kidnapper tries to get up but Junior pistol whips the man across the face. "Stay down." The man simply just won't listen and lunges himself at Junior. The two men tussle and scramble for the gun on the floor. Junior gets the upper hand and throws back his fist and throws an uppercut to the man's jaw.

Scott spies the gray blue eyes and black hair of Wilkes on the monitor he says he's going for a leak, he stalks over towards the panicked crowd.

He sees Lane and Havika crowded around Evan, Lane desperately trying to stop the bleeding from his neck. Havika whips out his cell phone, rapidly speaking into. "I've got a federal agent down at Ala Moana shopping center."

"A bus is on it's way just around the corner, sir."

Wilkes sees Agent McGarrett coming and he's distracted by the downed agent. Wilkes runs at Scott and tackles him to the ground. "I'm finally going to finish what I started four years ago."

"Yeah..." Scott spits in Wilkes face. "Do it then quit talking and do it, than."

Wilkes holds his gun over Scott, and fires twice, before three more from his 3:00 come whistling by his ear and he's falling to the ground. Agent Perry is seen walking up the two men.

"You good Agent?"

"Yeah, I'm...I'm good got my vest." Scott wheezes out, the wind knocked out of him.

"Please...you gotta help me. I need an ambulance. You can't do this to me." Wilkes whimpers.

"Shut your fucking pie hole Wilkes." Perry grabs up Wilkes by the arm and produces zip ties from his pocket and zip ties the man's hands.


"Stay with us Evan, keep your eyes open. Bus is almost here." Havika is knelt down and brushing the matted sweaty curly hair out of the other man's face.

"Dammit he's losing too much blood, it hit his carotid. Where's that bus?! Lane asks.

"It's here it's coming you hang in there Evan, you're going to be okay." Havika hears the sirens. "Seeger go flag down the bus NOW!." Seeger runs off to flag down the bus.

Two paramedics come running back with Seeger in toe. "We've got it from here Agent." One of the paramedics says.

"No, my finger is now the only thing keeping this man alive, I'm coming with." Lane explains as he holds his finger on the carotid artery in Evan's neck.

The two paramedics get their patient onto a gurney with the second agent on top of the injured agent and rush off towards the ambulance. Their patient slowly slipping into unconsciousness, black nothing surrounding Evan's vision.


TBC...

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