Warnings: Gay themes, Strong language throughout, blood, depiction of gunshot and stabbing wounds; incl, aftermath of gunshot and stabbing wounds, depictions of field medicine.

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.

Author's Note: Here's the first part of Chapter 8, yes, I had to split it up there's a lot going on in chapter 8 that's for sure. It was getting a bit long so I found I good place to split it up. Anyway, part 2 is half written already so I'm hoping to have it up by this weekend, Monday at the latest. Ideas keep popping up, for the outline so parts 3 and 4 yes you read that right 3 and 4 should follow shortly after, once I have them written and edited.


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Chapter 8: Part 1

1648 Hours, 18 June 2019, Ala Moana Shopping Center - Waikiki, Honolulu, Oahu.

Everything happens so fast. With sirens wailing, the ambulance housing the downed agent squeals off towards the nearest trauma center, leaving the NCIS quartet and the Five-0 team to clear the scene.

Agent Perry holds a hand out for Scott to take to help the other man up. Scott takes it, with a grunt. He hates getting shot he really does, especially in the vest, even though that's the thing that usually saves his life it always knocks the wind out of him. "Thanks, Perry." Scott answers.

What's that ringing in his ears, it won't stop, it's getting louder. "Agent McGarrett, your phone's ringing, you should answer it." Perry advises. "I'll take Mr. Sunshine here to the waiting bus."

"Kay." Scott says slowly looking around the area, Havika is trying to console Agent Seeger. There's a lot of blood around where both of them are standing, and there's a dead body a few feet away. Junior's would be kidnapper is dead.

"Come on Wilkes, get your sorry ass up." Perry walks over to Wilkes and pulls out some zip ties. It's really remarkable how he hasn't just gotten up and run off. Maybe he's afraid of getting shot again who knows. Point is he let himself be handcuffed.

"Ah hey that's too tight." Wilkes exclaims.

"Oh, I'm sorry darlin' those too tight for yah. Get movin'" Perry pushes Wilkes forward to get him moving towards the entrance where there's an ambulance waiting.

Steve, Danny, Tani, Adam and Lou run out of their vehicles to the shopping center at watching what goes down in the center of the outdoor of mall. Tani runs up to Junior and hugs him.

"Juns are you okay?" Tani asks her partner.

"Yes, Tani I'm okay really not really a scratch on me."

"Your lips busted." Tani notes.

"Okay a black eye and a busted lip, really not the worst I've had. We should call HPD to get the CSU guys out here to cover the body." Junior gets right down to business.

"Come on, let's go help the others."

Adam and Lou check in with Agents Kamaka and Seeger, see how they're faring. From the looks of it. Agent Seeger doesn't look to be doing so well. For being a former FBI special agent, an FBI profiler a part of the BAU or behavioral analysis unit you'd think she'd be used to seeing more grotesque aspects of the human body and mind then one dead body. A double tap to the head. Though this is her partner, not just some random bystander.

Lou knows it's not the dead body, lying a few feet away that's bothering the young woman. It's the pool of blood that's covering the area where her partner Evan once lay. Before he was taken in the ambulance with Agent Sullivan.

"It was so much blood." Brianna's soft voice murmurs. "So much blood, I can smell the copper in the air still."

"I know it's tough kid, but you'll get through this, it's tough seeing your partner so helpless." Lou tells Brianna.

"All we can do is focus on the now, Agent Seeger what's right in front of us." Junior walks up to young woman Tani by his side.

"Right thanks Officer Reigns, we...we should secure the scene."

"Already being taken care of, C.S.U.'s on the way." Junior informs Brianna.

"Hey Scott, your pant legs got blood on it." Danny informs him as he and Steve come to a speeding halt at Scott's side.

"What-what are you talking about there's no blood on my pants." Indeed there is a stream of crimson red running down his pant leg.

"Look down." Danny urges.

"Oh, I guess there is." Scott sees the stream of blood rushing down to his right pant leg into his shoe making a squish sound when he stomps it and he immediately regrets it. The shooting pain all the way up his leg hurts like a mother. "Ahhh, ahhhh bad idea, bad idea." Scott hops up and down on his non injured leg.

"Tani call 911 for another bus." Steve tells her.

"On it McGarrett." Tani answers pulling out her phone and dialing 911.

Danny quickly walks over to Scott and eases him down on the ground. "Sit down easy, easy now. Steve we need to make a tourniquet to stop the bleeding."

With Scott lying down on the ground and his right pant leg seeping blood it looks bad. He knows he's in good hands and god there's that ringing again. Steve's already taking off his gray crew neck t-shirt and handing it to Danny. "Alright this is going to hurt, but it's going to stop the bleeding, Steve pocket knife."

Steve hands Danny his pocket knife, and Danny slices Scott's right pant leg open so they can better see the wound. As Danny does blood spurts out like a fountain from the wound. It the bullet could've hit an artery.

"Just do it." Scott grits out.

Danny twists Steve's t-shirt into a spiral, and ties the gray t-shirt above the joint of Scott's right knee. A simple shoelace knot, without the bow. Steve is kneeling down next to his brother putting his knee, putting pressure just above where Danny has put the tourniquet.

"Man, Steve you...ugh weigh a ton." Scott groans as he feels the full weight of his brother's knee on his right thigh.

"Good, you're conscious and still talking that's good." Steve remarks. "Tani what's the ETA on that bus?"

"They're stuck in traffic car accident nearby, ETA 12 minutes out Boss."

"Okay now this next part is really going to hurt." Danny warns as he gets Steve's pocket ready to use as windlass. "Steve gimme your belt." Steve gives Danny is belt which he folds over in half knowing exactly what Danny wants it for. "Here bite down on this." Danny places the belt into between Scott's teeth. "Ready?"

Scott gives a thumbs up, but his face says, hell no.

"On three Danny, 1, 2, 3." Steve instructs as Danny places the pocketknife in the fold of the make-shift tourniquet and twists hard several times. All anyone here's for several seconds is the muffled screams and grunts from Scott on the ground. "There, there it's done Scott." The flow is slowing down.

Danny also takes a pen out of one of Steve's cargo pockets, and marks T, with date and time on Scott's upper right hairless thigh. T - 1702 hrs, 6/18/19

Scott spits out his brother's belt. "Man that never stops hurting." Scott hears the ringing again, he finally realizes it's his phone remembering Agent Perry told him a few minutes ago. He fishes it out of his left pocket and answers it, without looking. "Agent McGarrett."

"Scott are you alright? We heard gunshots outside, please tell you're alright." Comes Jeff's worried panicky voice through the phone.

"Yeah of course I'm fine you know me always careful."

"Oh really, then why can I see your brother, and his partner standing around your body. I can't believe you just lied to me." Jeff lets out in a huff.

"Sorry, force of habit. Uh..." Scott bites the inside of his cheek in pain, his leg throbbing. "Is uh, there a reason you called other than to see if I'm okay. Which I am mostly okay I promise."

"Yes, I got your texts this morning. I'd love to have dinner with you tonight. Are you going to even be able though?" A beat of silence. "Scott?"

"Yes, I'm here that's good, umm hey you may have privacy being all the way over there, but I don't."

"Oh right I get it sorry."

"No, no not your fault I got shot and I'm in this situation, can we talk later?" Scott looks up at the surrounding people around him, his brother and Danny not much of an audience, but still an embarrassing one. "When I don't have an audience." Scott winks at Steve.

Of course his brother's boyfriend would call, that's nice, but it also means that Scott and Jeff are really serious about their relationship. Which adds to their possible security issues. He's happy his brother seems happy even though he's still married, but he's not going to open up that particular can of worms right now. He hears the sirens in the distance and no doubt Jeff can too.

"Sounds like your rides almost here." Jeff tells Scott as he can indeed hear the sirens from where he's standing out his bakery.

"Yeah it does, I want to talk to you about something when I've got a moment okay. Keep your phone on."

"O-Okay. Love you."

"You too." Scott hangs up just in time to see two male paramedics jogging over with a black and yellow gurney.

"Agent McGarrett." One of the paramedics greets the man on the ground. Scott nods weakly. "Let's get you loaded up and off to the hospital." The paramedic turns to Steve. "Will you be riding along Commander?"

"No, we've got our own ride thanks, and we've got to finish up here." Steve tells the paramedic. "Tripler?" He asks.

"Why Tripler? King's is ten minutes away." Danny states.

"He's stable enough for the ride to Tripler." The first paramedic's partner informs them.

"Kidney transplant Danny. Plus his whole chart is there. It'll be easier and less of a hassle over there."

"Yes Commander Tripler is where we're taking your brother." The paramedic answers him.

"Alright we'll be there as soon as we can." Steve gives his younger brother a 'you better behave' look.

"I will I swear, no trouble." Scott makes the cross symbol over his chest.

Steve watches the paramedics take his brother away towards their waiting rig and then turns back to Danny, Junior, Tani and the two other Agents.

"Where's the guy you zip tied Junior?" Steve asks the younger ex-SEAL not seeing the man with HPD.

"He must have been able to get away in all the initial chaos sir. I'm sorry."

"No, no, no, he was zip tied and surrounded by cops, how is that possible." Steve exclaims.

"I'm sorry Commander...I..." Junior tries to explain, but then Danny holds up a hand to stop the younger man.

"No Junior no need to apologize, s'not your fault the prick got away, right Steven."

Steve's rubs the back of his neck, "Right, sorry Junior, it's not your fault. I'm gonna call Jerry see if he can't spot the guy leaving."

"His name's Paul, and he's got a broken nose." Junior offers helpfully.

Steve nods as he starts talking to Jerry through the comm link that's still on which meant Jerry could hear everything that they were all saying. And knows about what happened to Scott.

"I'll get right on that Commander, I'll also check local vet clinics and pet hospitals close by. I know it's just a broken nose, but better to be safe than sorry right."

"You're right Jerry Mahalo."


This has turned into an absolute great afternoon. The snatch and grab went to hell, teammates injured, one dead offender, one in the wind, and their murder perp Wilkes is injured. He's mostly likely being taken to King's Medical Center which is good because that's not only ten minutes away, but in the opposite direction of where Agent Carson and his brother are being taken. Which he's extremely glad for that murderer doesn't deserve to share the same breathing space as Agent Carson and his brother.

"Steve...Babe...Steven!" Danny calls out to his partner who has this far off look in face, not like his thousand yard stare he uses to stare down criminals. This is his 'I'm going to do violent horrible things to the son of a bitch who hurt my brother' look. Danny doesn't blame him, not one bit.

"Yeah Danno?"

"We going to get a move on, we have things to do, Steve." Danny reminds gently.

"We'll stay here with Adam and Lou and make sure things get wrapped up with HPD." Tani tells the two senior members of the team.

"Junior you should get checked out too, that lip doesn't look so good." Danny suggests.

"I will Danny, though it's not so bad, really." Junior says. Danny just shakes his head at the younger SEAL.

The two Hawaiian native Five-0 members nod their heads and head back over to the group of HPD officers and C.S.U. "Can we catch a ride to the hospital with you Agent Kamaka, Agent Seeger? We don't actually have a ride." Danny asks Havika. Steve had driven the surveillance van to the scene, and they couldn't exactly drive to the hospital in that van. They'd left all their usual vehicles back at HQ so as not to get spotted Danny's Camaro and Steve's Silverado are too well known.

"Sure Detective Williams you can even drive. I know it's not your Camaro, but it's a Camaro." Havika offers, holding up the keys to the MCRT's pursuit vehicle.

Danny despite himself grabs the keys from the younger man like a giddy child getting to play with his favorite toy. "Come on Steve, let's go!" Danny yells after Steve and the two agents.

"You just made his day you know that." Steve grins at Havika.

"Oh I know." Havika grins back.

"Come on you two, let's go before Detective Williams decides to leave without us." Brianna looks over at the two ex-SEALs.


1727 Hours, 18 June 2019, Tripler Army Medical Center - ER, Moanaula, Oahu.

He parks in the closest, fastest free spot he could find. Steve would be proud of his driving skills, although is driving like a reckless maniac something to be really proud of. Either way, Danny cuts the ignition to the NCIS owned Camaro, and is about to toss the keys back to the Hawaiian born agent, when Havika stops him.

"Keep'im for now I have a feeling we're going to be here a while." Havika remarks.

Danny pockets the keys in his pants, and just relishes the fact that he's got a set of Camaro keys in his pocket. As Havika said they may not be his keys, but they're Camaro keys. Steve's all about ready to bolt into the emergency room like a bull in a china shop when Danny puts a hand to his partner's very bare very hairy chest.

"You need a shirt you animal, for once you're not the one getting it cut off." No it's currently wrapped around your brother's leg stopping him from bleeding out. Danny thinks.

"I got you Steve, you look about Evan's height." Havika says. "Danny pop the trunk will yah?"

Danny hits the trunk button on the key fob and Havika lifts the trunk of the Camaro to reveal the contents inside. Aside from CSI kits, and four black NCIS windbreakers, there are four black NCIS go bags in the trunk. Havika plucks the bag with Carson on the name tape out, and roots around in it.

"Ah, here we go brah, one white v-neck t-shirt. Thank you Evan for being an over packer." Havika throws the t-shirt at Steve's bare chest.

Steve catches the white v-neck and pulls the t-shirt over his head, and than the two agents and two Five-0 members head into the emergency room.

Steve rushes through the double doors of the emergency department of Tripler Army Medical Center. The facility is busy even at this early evening time on a Tuesday. Steve bobs in and out of several people in the hall like a running back avoiding linebackers. He brushes up against some people in his haste and almost makes an older man stumble.

Danny's immediately behind the elderly man, and stops to address the man, laying his hand on the man's shoulder and offering his sincere apologies.

"I'm so sorry. You all right? You'll have to excuse my neanderthal partner he's not good with mammal to mammal interactions."

The startled man could see the urgency on the face of both men, the one who had just haphazardly bumped into him stopped a few feet away. At not hearing Danny following him. His initial miffed reaction turned to sympathy as soon as saw the fear and worry in both men's eyes. As well as the two other people with them, a tall Hawaiian man and a brunette woman both with badges. The elderly man is no stranger to seeing badges, being a retired LAPD cop of thirty years. He knows the urgency to see a partner the worry of a partner being in trouble causes.

"Yes, yes. I'm fine. No worries. Looks like you're all in a hurry. Better be on your way, son," he says releasing Danny from further obligation.

Danny nods his appreciation. "Thanks."

Both Havika and Brianna nod to the elderly man as well. All three of them are speed walking to catch up with Steve's longer strides.

Steve doesn't make it ten more feet when an orderly in scrubs passed him. Steve grabs his arm to stop him. "Hey, can you tell me where I can find Agent Scott McGarrett. He was brought in about twenty minutes ago."

"Sorry, man, I can't help you, but the desk is right up there on the right." The male orderly points up and to his right. "Somebody there should be able to get the information you need."

"Right, thanks." Steve has been to this hospital more times than he cares to count. As a patient several times and also as a visitor. This brings back memories of four years ago when Steve was visiting Scott in the hospital after his kidney transplant from Lane. That had been one of the scariest times of his life. Almost anything that could go wrong did go wrong medical wise. He almost lost his brother. Steve's still a bit fuzzy on the details, Scott never told him the full scope of the operation. It was a FUBAR operation overseas, that started off bad and only got worse until Scott and his team were finally rescued.

It's always worse as a visitor. He's not exactly thinking straight right now. The quartet reach the desk, Steve reaching it first and practically slapping his badge down. "Commander Steve McGarrett, Five-0 I'm looking for an Agent Evan Carson, and Agent Scott McGarrett, where are they?! How are they?!" Steve didn't mean to be so abrasive, but when members of his Ohana are in trouble he can't help it.

The haggard looking nurse in digital Army scrubs looks up at the brunet man and the other three people surrounding him. "Sir..."

"Commander." Danny corrects by Steve's side.

"Commander I'm going to need you to slow down a speak calmly. This is a hospital not a battlefield you can't just bark orders at people."

Steve can't believe the gall of this woman. Then Havika steps in and intervenes before either Danny or Steve can say something else. Sometimes it just takes a different approach some finesse.

Havika takes his own badge off his belt, and shows it to the nurse. "Ma'am, you see this badge, it says NCIS, Naval Criminal Investigative Service, two federal agents two of my teammates and friends are here. Can you please, tell us where they are, Agent Carson was brought in with a GSW to the left side of his neck." Havika asks calmly yet with a sense of urgency in his voice.

"One moment please Agent." The nurse pulls up the information she has. "Agent Carson was brought in 25 minutes ago and immediately brought up to an operating room." The nurse switches screens to Agent McGarrett's status. "Agent McGarrett brought in 20 minutes ago, GSW to the right distal outer leg. He was checked out by a triage nurse, and we know his medical history, about his kidney transplant. We know about the meds he's on. He's been marked as urgent, but not life threatening. Since he needs surgery he can't eat, he's on an I.V. drip of his medications, and morphine for the pain. He's resting comfortably for now in bed 6. Only one of you is allowed back there."

That's not what any of them want to hear right now. "Nurse, I placed that tourniquet on Agent McGarrett's leg myself, at exactly two minutes to 1700 hours, the tourniquet can only stay on safely for two hours after it's placed." Danny informs the nurse.

"I'm aware of that sir."

"Detective." Steve corrects immediately.

"Sorry, Detective I'm aware of that, but the last open OR was taken by another GSW patient who came in seven minutes before Agent McGarrett did. He's stable right now he can wait."

It's a good thing Havika, Danny, and Brianna are there because if they weren't Steve would've gone ballistic at the nurses callous statement. Of the 'he can wait, he's stable' remark.

"Steve now is not the time for that, you can go see Scott, you should go see him while you can before he gets taken back to surgery."

"Commander your partner's right. You should see your brother. Agent Kamaka and I'll check in with Agent Perry see where he wants us." Brianna explains to Steve.

"Who was the other patient?" Steve asks the nurse.

"I'm sorry I can't give out that information."

Brianna pulls out her own badge this time, "This badge says you can you've had two federal agents one a Navy veteran and the other a military dependent of a retired Navy Admiral brought in to your ER in the last forty minutes. Now who...was...that...patient?" Brianna asks. All three men around her are shocked into stunned silence. Brianna can be down right scary when she wants to be. Guess growing up with a criminal father did do some good in a way.

"A man early thirties dark hair blue gray eyes, he was brought in by ambulance, paramedics said a GSW to the right shoulder it looked bad. There was a lot of screaming and profanity." The nurse responds.

"Was anyone else with him?" Brianna asks worry lining her young features, knowing Agent Perry had gone with the paramedics to make sure Wilkes didn't try anything in the ambulance. "An African American man about 5 '9" black hair high and tight haircut, Death before dishonor tattoo on his right bicep, wearing dark blue jeans, and a Miami Dolphins jersey. NCIS badge on his left hip."

"No, no one else came in with him." The nurse responds.

"Are you sure no one came in with him ma'am?" Havika asks looking at Brianna worrying spreading across his own features.

"Yes, I'm sure no one with that description came in with man on the gurney."

"His name what was the patient's name, ma'am?" Brianna asks urgently.

"The paramedics gave his name as Deacon Wilson."

The air in the immediate vicinity drops about five degrees, blood runs cold in all their veins. Even though he gave a fake name, they all know its Wilkes. That bastard got the last open OR. Steve is beyond livid. Steve walks away for once before he does something he'll regret, straight towards his brother's treatment room.

"Commander McGarrett, wait!" The nurse calls out. Either Steve doesn't hear the nurse or doesn't care he just keeps walking towards where his brother is.

"Believe me ma'am the best thing for all of us right now is that he's not here. He needs to cool off. Trust us." Danny tells the nurse.

Both agents look at each other and their faces pale at hearing what the nurse has to say. The two immediately turn around and start running out of the ER and out to the ambulance bay.

"Where are you going?" Danny yells after them.

"To find Agent Perry!" Havika shouts back to the blond detective. A sinking feeling forming in his gut.

Danny turns to the nurse speaking in a low whisper, "That man the doctor's let take the last OR, is a murderer, and he attempted to shoot and kill Commander McGarrett's brother this afternoon."

And he may have just seriously injured another Agent from Scott's unit, Scott's unit chief and essentially his boss. Danny thinks gravely. He seriously hopes Havika and Agent Seeger find Agent Perry.

The nurse looks shocked, and looks down to where Commander McGarrett walks swiftly towards his brother's room, and then recovers. "Everyone here gets treated just the same, everyone's a patient here. No matter who they are or what they've done."

Danny now knows and realizes that the nurse isn't being callous or tactless, she's being professional she's just doing her job. Doesn't mean they have to like it.

Danny looks back to nurse. "Thank you for all your help, I'm going to make a call." Danny tells her already getting his phone out and dialing while he's walking away towards the waiting room.


1737 Hours, Tripler Army Medical Center - ER, Treatment Room 6, Moanalua, Oahu.

Its official Scott is cursed he knows it, he has to be. It has to be the McGarrett brother curse. He's spent more time in the hospital in the last two days than he's been at work or with his own family. He can't believe this has happened all within the last hour. He's gonna kill that bastard Wilkes when he next gets the chance right in the fucking head end of story.

Man his leg hurts, even with the wonderful morphine they've got him on. He hears the glass door to his treatment room slide open and he turns to his right to see his brother standing there.

"Hey Steve." Scott greets warmly despite how he's feeling.

"Hey yourself bro. You doing okay in here? Not in too much pain?" Steve asks as he walks in and take a seat in the lone visitors chair.

"Not...not so much, what's taking so long I want to get this off of me." He gestured with his right hand to his leg with the tourniquet on it. "I want outta here."

Steve isn't going to not tell his brother anything, not after what happened with the video of Wilkes earlier. "Well bro it could be a while..." Here he goes just rip off the bandaid quick. "Wilkes took the last operating room, Agent Perry shot him. We're waiting on an open OR."

How Scott responds surprises Steve a lot. It's not at all what he's expecting. "Steve can you close the curtain?" Steve gets up grabs the end of the thin curtain and pulls it all the way around the bed, so it's just the two of them now. No one can see in the room now. Steve sits back down in the visitor's chair on Scott's right side.

"What's on your mind Scott?" Steve asks, knowing something is, he wouldn't have asked him to close the curtain if there wasn't.

Scott bites his lip. There's no one here to judge him no one to see him but his brother who won't say a thing. Scott takes a deep breath trying to calm his nerves. "I'm scared Steve." Scott's face is downturned and not really looking at his brother he can't. He can't look him in the eye he's ashamed of himself. He doesn't want to look into his brother's eyes and see his face.

Steve knows there's something wrong, the minute the words leave his brother's lips. Yes everyone of them gets scared at some point during cases, or in Scott's case, on call outs. Though it doesn't matter if it's a case or call out Steve knows Scott and his team all get scared. No matter how tough of a front they put on. It's human nature, as Danny so often likes to remind him he's not Superman, he's not invulnerable. He has emotions and it's okay to let them out.

Instead of asking the obvious question, Steve comforts his brother like an older brother should. He grabs his brother's right hand, the one with the IV in it giving him pain meds. "It's okay to be scared Scott, you know that even I get scared sometimes, all the time Danny goes in without backup, when I put him in those situations. It scares me to death."

"No Steve, yeah I get scared too, every time Lane exposes himself puts himself in a vulnerable position being the medic for the team he does that a lot. He has to focus on the bystander or whoever he's treating. More often than not me. It's my job to have his back." Scott says.

Both of them put their partners in dangerous positions albeit in different ways but that's not what Scott means. "Okay then if not Lane who? Your boys, Brooke, Jeff? I mean I know you've only been seeing each other, a short while, but I can see you care for him, and that employee of his Dominic..."

"No! Me!" Scott shouts. Steve's taken aback shocked by that answer. In a little calmer quieter voice he says, "Me Steve, I don't want to die..." Scott's eyes are brimming with unshed tears. No stay strong don't let them fall.

"Well that's a valid fear Scott a lot of people are afraid to die even those of us in law enforcement. Me included all those I'd leave behind, Danny, the kids, Five-0. Mary, you."

Scott shakes his head no, Steve still isn't getting it does he have to spell it out for him. "He's tried to kill me three times now. I don't want to die Steve, every time I close my eyes I see his face, I hear his voice, I see that scar."

Wait three times, what is he talking about? Steve wonders to himself. "Scott look at me, little brother." Scott actually does look into Steve's eyes. He doesn't see disgust or shamefulness. He sees honesty and sincerity. "As long as I'm around, as long as I draw breath into my body. Know that I'll always be there for you. I'll always protect you. I'll do anything for you Scott to keep you safe, I mean it. I love you, Scott."

Scott needs to hear that, it, it makes feel better, but still he can't shake that underlying fear. I mean the man who shot him is still in this very hospital. How he even got in he has no idea, this is a military hospital. It's very rare that civilians let alone dirtbags like Wilkes can get treated in such a facility. No he's not a dirtbag he's the lowest scum at the bottom of the ocean, the lowest of the low.

"Steve."

"Yeah Scooter." Steve smiles brightly knowing that'll both annoy the hell out of his brother, but also put a smile on his face.

"1. Call me that ever again, and I'll punch you so hard you see you stars. 2. Where is my badge and gun? I remember Danny had to slice my pant leg open."

"Promise I won't. As for the badge and gun, why don't you ask him yourself." Steve pulls back curtain to reveal Danny standing just inside the glass door.

"Steve!" Then Scott turns his eyes on Danny. "How much of that did you hear?"

"Oh, not much Scooter." Danny's laugh lines clearly visible as his face wrinkles up in laughter.

"Ah, no no bad Steve, bad."

"He calls me Steven, Scott, only mom ever called me that, and that was when she was mad at me."

"Oh you know you love it, Steven. He even calls you that when he yells at you, it's a sign of love just like Danno is a term of endearment." Scott turns it back on Danny.

"Touché Mr. Federal Agent."

"Not that I'm not loving this little interaction, but where's my badge and gun Danny?"

"I took them after the nurse had you dressed in the gown, and put them in the lockbox in the MCRT's Camaro, which I have the keys to."

Scott breathes a sigh of relief, he knows the hospital has safety deposit boxes for valuables, but these are more than a little valuable. "Okay what about Evan's?"

"Also taken from Agent Sullivan, and put it his lockbox in the Camaro. I put yours in Havika's lockbox."

"Thanks, not that I'm not happy to see you Danny, but you clearly came in here for a reason." Scott tells the detective. "So what's up?"

"The nurse in the OR Wilkes was in called, said we can come up and question him. But to keep it short. He's "very weak from the surgery".

"Good, he deserves everything he's feeling I just wish Perry had shot a little higher." Scott deadpans.

The two Five-0 leaders didn't agree or disagree with that statement. That man has put one of Scott's own in the hospital, that's got the whole unit on edge. Jackson and Kali have been informed too, but there isn't much the two of them can do seeing as they're on security detail up on the pediatric floor with Tristan.

"Come on Danny let's let Scott relax and we'll go talk to Wilkes and see what he has to say for himself." Steve suggests to Danny. The two walk towards the door, but Steve turns before leaving facing his brother. "You okay now Scott?"

"I am now Steve." Scott tells him a little ghost of a smile on his face.

"Anytime little brother."

Scott watches Steve and Danny walk out of the room the curtain now having been drawn back to open. Now belatedly wishing he'd asked Danny where his phone was. He hates waiting around like this. He didn't see a personal affects bag around his little treatment room.

Outside Scott's treatment room Danny and Steve are walking out of the ER and up to the 6th floor where the trauma intensive care unit or TICU is located. Danny has to ask all the times, Steve has poked and prodded into his life before they started dating and then got married. He thinks he's entitled to one question. Heck Steve pokes and prods more into Danny's life now they share it, there's no real privacy anymore.

"What was that about? I've never seen you so touchy feely before with him"

"I get touchy feely all the time with him you just don't see it." Steve retorts in his usual manner. Then he turns to actually face Danny the two having stopped walking for the moment just before the elevator. "Just reminding Scott of a promise. Now come on let's go see what answers we can't pry out of Wilkes."

Meanwhile Havika and Brianna are running through Tripler and out to the ambulance bay.


1737 Hours, Tripler Army Medical Center - ER, Ambulance Bay, Moanalua, Oahu.

Havika and Brianna run full tilt out to the ambulance bay of Tripler. Havika sees the ambulance that Wilkes is brought in still parked in the bay. He goes around the right side to the passenger and checks that they driver's are still there. They're not. He's rounding the front when he hears Agent Seeger yell for him.

"Agent Kamaka!" Brianna yells in a panicked urgent tone, she backs away from the body her back hitting the side of the ambo, clutching her chest and breathing heavy.

Havika runs around the front of the rig and sees the body of his friend and boss lying unconscious in a pool of his own blood. Havika tamps down his own swirling whirlwind of emotions and focuses on what he needs to do process, access and treat as he can.

"Oh, man." Havika whispers lowly. Havika walks around quickly to Isaac's left side and kneels down. His once aqua green Miami dolphins jersey is soaked crimson red. His head lolled to the ride side his eyes closed. "Perry, Isaac?" Havika puts an ear to his the other man's chest, he's breathing but it's shallow. He needs to find where the bleeding is coming from and stop it, but he also needs to call 911. "Seeger." Havika calls out to his teammate who's a few feet away crouched down with her head in her knees hyperventilating. "Brianna!" Havika calls out to get her attention. Brianna raises her head from her knees.

"Ye-yes Havi."

"Bri." Havika starts softly like he's speaking to one of his kids when they're scared. That's what Brianna is right now. She's younger than him and scared. "I know you're scared and I know what you're going through how you're feeling, but I need you to push that aside right now. I need you to call 911, tell'im the situation who you are, where we are, and get someone here NOW."

"Wha-what are you going to do?" Brianna asks slowly breathing a bit more regularly. She takes out her phone as she says this out of her light blue jeans pocket.

"I'm going to find where he's bleeding from and try and save his life." Havika says. "Hold on Isaac I got you boss." Havika gets up and runs over to the back of the ambo opening it up. He's been in enough ambulances to know where and what he's looking for. He needs gauze, and a lot of it.

Brianna dials 911. A friendly female voice answers the end of the line. "911, what's your emergency? Hello is there anyone there?"

Brianna briefly looks over at Havika her senior field agent and he's pushed up Isaac's shirt and is packing gauze into the wounds. "This is Special Agent Brianna Seeger of NCIS. I need an ambulance to the ambulance bay of Tripler Army Medical Center, 1 Jarrett White Rd, Medical Center, immediately. My boss has been seriously wounded!"

"Agent, does he have a pulse?" Brianna looks over to Havika, who check's Isaac's pulse. Havika nods back to Brianna.

"Yes, yes he does he has a pulse, it's weak but it's there." Brianna sighs in relief. He's alive, Isaac's alive.

"Good, Agent, I'm sending the paramedics closest to you, they're on post en route now."

"Okay thank you." Brianna disconnects the call. "Paramedics are on post an en route now." Brianna relays to Havika.

"You hear that Isaac helps on the way, come on Isaac open those chocolate brown eyes of yours for me." Havika pleads. Isaac's eyes slowly flutter open briefly. "That's it Isaac stay awake for me. You're not going to die okay!"

Isaac tries to gets up. "Wi-Wilkes?"

"Taken up to the OR. Don't worry we're focusing on you. Who did this to you Isaac?" Havika means for it to be rhetorical and isn't expecting an answer. Although he gets one.

"Pa-Pa Paramedic." Isaac slurs before falling back into unconsciousness. Paramedic, must be one of Wilkes' guys that's the only explanation I've got to tell Commander McGarrett.

Brianna hears sirens coming closer and as she looks up she sees a white orange and blue colored EMS vehicle. Havika looks up from Isaac's body and sees the EMS vehicle coming up through the bay and parking just a few feet away from them.

The door of the driver's side open the senior paramedic climbs out and rushes over as his partner grabs the medical bag and the backboard out of the back. Havika feels relieved at seeing Griffin and his partner Frank. These two men have gotten to know both the NCIS MCRT and CRT team quite well over the years. Whenever there is a need for medical care that Lane can't provide, they always seem to be on call.

"Agent Kamaka what do we have this time?" Griffin asks as he jogs towards Havika. Havika steps back so he can let Griffin and Frank work.

"Our boss, he got stabbed twice in the abdomen. My partner Agent Seeger here found him unconscious. His breathing is shallow, and his heart rate is weak."

"You do this?" Frank asks as he looks over the gauze packed into the abdominal wounds.

"I did I knew I had to stop the bleeding, though he's still bleeding from somewhere else. I didn't want to move him because of his neck."

"Frank go grab the c-collar." Griffin orders. Griffin turns to Havika. "You did good Agent, you thought smart accessed the scene and treated what you could."

Frank comes back with the c-collar which he hands to Griffin who places the c-collar around Isaac's neck. "There might be a spinal injury this'll keep his neck immobilized."

"Let's move quickly, but gently turn him on his side." Griffin tells Frank and he helps his partner turn Isaac on his side. "Shit. I see two more stab wounds to his middle and upper back thoracic region."

Griffin looks towards Frank. "Get an IV line started and push 10 of morphine." Griffin watches as Frank places the IV line, as he places an air mask over Isaac's mouth and check for breathing sounds. "No clear breath sounds on the right side, possible punctured lung, let's get him intubated, and on a backboard."

Frank glances at Havika, "Agent could you hold the IV bag while we slide him on a backboard?" Havika grabs the IV bag as he watches how they place the backboard underneath Isaac and move Isaac on his left side.

Griffin immediately grabs more gauze from the med bag and starts packing the wounds with gauze and trauma pads to secure the wounds and stop the bleeding. As soon as Griffin packs the wounds, they turn Isaac carefully over onto his back. Griffin takes the air mask off and let's Frank intubate Isaac.

Griffin sees Havika standing quietly eyes wide open focused on his boss, his friend. Still holding the IV bag.

Griffin breaks composure for a minute. "Havi are you okay?" Griffin points with his head towards Havika's by now bloodied white Hawaiian islands t-shirt. "Is your teammate okay?"

"I'm good, Agent Seeger will be okay. Let's get Isaac into the ER." Havika says all business again. Frank goes and gets the gurney from the back and lowers it to the ground. Then Frank and Griffin lift Isaac up onto the gurney and strapped him down for safety reasons.


The ride up to the third floor emergency room in the elevator is a quiet one. Both agents are consumed in their own thoughts. Havika can't believe this is happening, first Evan, then Scott, and now Isaac. What's that saying about bad things coming in threes. Scott getting shot for a third time by the same man. And it's only Tuesday, who says nothing ever happens on a Tuesday is wrong.

Havika's pulled out his thoughts when Frank's rapid fire voice breaks through his thoughts. "Agent Isaac Perry, 39 years, in and out of consciousness, two stab wounds to his middle and upper back, two stab wounds to his left upper abdomen, no breath sounds on the right possible spinal injury and lost a lot of blood, BP is 90 over 50."

"Take him to Baghdad, trauma room 1." A nurse addresses the paramedics and Havika and Brianna are jogging alongside them. There's already a doctor and nurses waiting in the room to receive them.

Griffin and Frank wheel Isaac over into the trauma room where the doctor and all the nurses are standing on either side. "Okay transfer on my count." Dr. Grant Anderson instructs. "1, 2, 3." Isaac is lifted off the stretcher and onto the hospital gurney.

Once Isaac's off the backboard and on the hospital bed, the doctor speaks to the two paramedics. "Thank you we got it from here. Let's flip him on his left side, get an x-ray, start with a chest tube and let's get him on a blood transfusion. Hang two bags of O-neg please."

"He's AB positive." Havika inputs from the doorway.

Dr. Anderson looks up at the 6'4 Hawaiian federal agent and his bloodied white t-shirt. "Thank you Agent, I'm Dr. Anderson and I will do everything I can for your friend but you two need to leave." He motions to Brianna as well. "So we can work, I will give you an update as soon as I can."

Havika understands and leaves the room with Brianna not far behind him. "Come on we better go tell Agent Sullivan what's going on now."

The agents are walking side by side when they see the two paramedics Frank and Griffin that helped Perry out in the ambulance bay. Griffin is chatting up a male nurse and Frank is writing on a sheaf of paper. He's writing the report for the call they had, omitting the fact that they let an ex-Navy SEAL tend to their patient before they got there. In their defense if Agent Kamaka hadn't done what he'd done Frank could be writing a very different report.

Griffin looks up as he sees the taller man and the brunette agent walking towards them. Griffin waves at them.

"Hey Havi I know we're not supposed to do this, we're just supposed to just drop patients off, and not ask how they are after, but could you keep us in the loop" Griffin asks. "Please."

"It's different when we know the person you get that right? We've treated all of your unit one time or another, this is different." Frank reasons.

"I'll keep you guys up to date, what I know, you'll know. After all you are just going to be civilians when you visit. Off the clock."

"Right, thanks man. We appreciate it. We'll keep all of you in our prayers." Frank puts a hand on Havika's shoulder comforting the younger man.

Griffin's radio goes off he listens to the squawk of the radio, "McGuire we got to head out, and we need to restock the rig too." Griffin orders hurriedly.

"On your six, Griff." Just as Frank is running to catch up with his partner, he turns, "Call when you can."

Havika nods to the older EMT, and then walks over to Brianna who is standing a bit off to the side while the three men were talking. "Come on Bri, let's head back to the waiting room. Maybe get some coffee in you."

"O-Okay, yeah sounds good." Brianna comments. "Shouldn't you call Perry's wife. I've called Evan's girlfriend she should be here soon."

"You should go meet her when she gets here bring her up. I'll call Perry's wife in a minute." Havika tells her. "Until further notice I'm acting unit chief Agent Seeger."

Brianna straightens up slightly even though she's in her UC civvies. "Understood, Agent Kamaka."

"You can still call me Havika, we've been off the clock as of forty minutes ago."

"Understood, Havika."

Both agents head off to the waiting room to wait on the status of their friends. Havika zeroes in on Lane who is on the phone and from the sounds of it it's Scott's wife Brooke. Lane gets off the phone a minute later and looks up at Brianna and Havika.

"Hey guys hell of day isn't it. Wait why the hel-heck are you covered in blood? And where's Agent Perry?" Lane greets in a light blue scrub top. His t-shirt was covered in blood, Evan's blood so he'd asked a nurse for a scrub top to change into.

Havika proceeds to tell the older agent what happened and how he and Brianna found Perry out in the ambulance bay. "Damn. Who's calling Perry's wife?"

"I-I am." Havika tells Lane. "Any news on Evan yet?"

"No, no news yet, but no news is good news right? What about Scott? I haven't been able to update Brooke, she's not exactly liking that. She's threatened to come down here twice."

"Sounds like her Lane." Brianna remarks.

"But Jackson and Kali aren't letting her out of their sight." Lane tells them. "As per what Scott would want. Her not to worry about him. Even though I am hey I'm doing enough freaking out for the both of us. Right I mean, I totally am. I mean he's had worse, but still, he can make it through this. He has too, both of them have too." Lane rambles.

"Lane...Lane...Agent Sullivan." Brianna snaps her fingers in the older man's face. "You're rambling you know do that when you're nervous right."

"Of course I am, my partner's laying back there with a bullet wound in him and I can't see him."

"Evan's in surgery and none of us have heard anything yet, how do you think I feel." Brianna retorts voice rising.

"I had my finger in his neck stopping him from bleeding out!"

"Um guys...Agent Sullivan, Agent Seeger cool it." Havika demands in a commanding tone. Unlike his usual calm gentle demeanor. "Look tension is thick emotions are running high. Both of your partner's conditions are unknown it's not a contest. We're all worried about them." And we can add Agent Perry to that list as well. Havika thinks.

Brianna and Lane look ashamed of themselves for their outbursts. "You're right Havika, it's not." Brianna says.

"Sorry, Brianna. I just..."

"I know Lane me too."

"We haven't heard anything as soon as we found out about Wilkes and where Scott was, we ran off to find Perry, and well you know the rest." Havika trails off.

"Where'd Danny and Steve run off to?" Lane asks. Havika sits down in the chair next to Lane.

"Your guess is as good as mine with those two, maybe Wilkes is out of surgery." Havika guesses.

"Oh I'd hate to be that bast- er guy." Lane curbs his language as there are young children sitting in the waiting room with their grandfather. As well as a mom sitting with her two teenage children. "Hey Havi maybe you should change your t-shirt." Lane suggests lightly. Havika nods his head in agreement, leaving Lane and Brianna to their thoughts and the whereabouts of the two lead Five-0 members.


1749 Hours, Tripler Army Medical Center, 6th Floor H-Wing - TICU, Patient Room 616H

Steve and Danny find their way up to the trauma intensive care unit and find out what room Wilkes is in. A little white lie about him being a bystander and wanting to question him on what he saw at the shopping center gets them the room number easily enough. The two partners knock on the door, not hearing anything they enter the patient's room.

Deegan Wilkes is lying in his hospital bed tv remote in his hand with some baseball game on. He looks up at hearing his door open. "Ah, Commander, Detective I've been wondering when you'd come by." Wilkes grins a smug look on his smarmy face.

Steve shuts the hospital room door and walks straight over to Wilkes Danny by his side. This is absolutely killing him not being able to do anything to Wilkes.

Wilkes is strictly NCIS jurisdiction, he murdered Staff Sergeant Hurley and he attempted to murder an NCIS federal agent. Steve's brother though nobody knows that because Wilkes hasn't been arrested yet. He's for now, a free man. Just an innocent bystander, though he's far from it.

After Steve had gotten arrested for obstruction of justice in that case a while back with his dead SEAL friend and that baby. NCIS and their higher ups had put their foot down. Despite Five-0's immunity and means on the island that did not mean that they could run roughshod over another agency, not anymore.

Five-0 now has to be explicitly invited or asked by an NCIS team to be brought into an investigation. It's made clear from the start the NCIS team, has the lead and Five-0 is there to support whatever case they are working. If Five-0 are to ever happen upon a case, that turns out to be involving Navy or Marine Corps personnel, they have to immediately call and hand over the case to NCIS.

Hence Wilkes sitting pretty up in his private hospital room completely untouched, no handcuffs no guards. No unexplained bruises or injuries whatsoever.

"We want answers Wilkes and we want them now." Steve demands getting dangerously close to Wilkes IV drip where he's receiving a steady flow of morphine for his pain.

"You can't do this I have rights." Wilkes says. "I haven't done anything, I'm but a simple bystander." Wilkes watches as Steve grabs and squeezes the morphine drip stopping its flow into the man's veins.

"You may have everyone else fooled here, but we know what you are, what you've done, and what you attempted to do my brother." Steve growls.

Wilkes tilts his head to the side, "Please you can't do this, I'm-I'm in pain I need that medicine."

"After we get our answers." Danny tells Wilkes. "Like my partner said, you may have everyone else fooled here, but you're a murderer you have no rights as far as we're concerned." Danny says darkly his usually bright blue eyes flashes a deep blue.

"You can't do this, you can't touch me." Wilkes looks like a cat that's got the cream.

"I don't need to touch you to make you suffer." Steve's still holding the morphine drip. "I'm not touching you after all."

"He's right he's not touching you he's touching your IV bag inspecting it. This is touching you." Danny walks over to the side of the bed where Wilkes is injured. He pulls down the man's hospital gown exposing his injured shoulder. Danny much like Steve did that one time on the roof, pushes a finger directly into the surgical site. With one hand in the wound the other over the other man's mouth preventing him from screaming. Wilkes' head is thrashing about, Danny lets him up after two minutes.

Wilkes's breathing is ragged but his monitor doesn't show any signs of dire . distress. "Think we won't cross that 'not your jurisdiction line' you see any badges or guns."

Wilkes actually takes a minute to look at the two Five-0 partners. No he doesn't see their ever present badges or guns. To anyone on the outside looking in they'd just look like two guys talking. Wilkes swallows thickly. "You crossed a line Wilkes, you messed with the wrong Navy SEAL."

Wilkes starts laughing now, it's not, a haha funny laugh either a diabolical evil laugh. "Cliche much McGarrett you messed with the wrong SEAL." Wilkes air quotes. "Well your brother is a dead man by now, pretty sure I nicked the femoral artery."

"He's not dead." Steve blurts out. He's showing his hand yeah, but Wilkes doesn't know that Steve has no clue what his brother's condition is. He's still waiting for an OR down in the ER, but Wilkes doesn't know that either.

"Pity I didn't get him, I guess, third time isn't the charm. Oh well, once I'm out I'll have my chance again."

"Fat chance in hell you're getting near my brother again." Steve growls low and dangerous in the back of his throat.

"If you think we're letting you near him a fourth time, you've got another thing coming you putz."

"Oh Jersey boy feisty I like it. It's always more fun when they fight. And the guys I get ordered to take out always do."

"Ordered, who ordered you? Was it Rutherford? How much is he paying you? Where is he?"

Wilkes laughs an evil laugh again, "Rutherford, pay me you think I care about the money that rich German will shell out. You think I cared about the money that loser of a sailor's father was going to pay me to kill McGarrett junior, no this is personal."

Steve lets go of the IV bag and grabs the front of Wilkes hospital gown. "Where is Rutherford? Where is he?" Steve yells.

"Temper temper, your reputation proceeds you Commander. Yours as well Detective, quite the hot head you are."

"Tell us what we want to know and we may leave you intact."

"I don't know a damn thing I've never been to the compound he texts me targets, like I said this is personal between me and McGarrett junior, he knows what he did. I'll get what's mine eventually." Wilkes says darkly. Then Wilkes reaches back and hits the nurses' call button, and calls out "Nurse, nurse!"

A nurse comes into Wilkes room and sees the two men standing in her patient's room. She also sees the guns and badges on the side table out of view of her patient. She relaxes somewhat.

"Commander, Detective I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to leave. Your questioning is upsetting my patient." The nurse says sternly.

Steve gives Wilkes one last SEAL death glare, before he and Danny re-holster their guns and grab their badges and exit Wilkes room. They need to get Wilkes arrested as soon as possible.

"You know Steven he's left us with more questions than answers right." Danny remarks as they make their way back down to the ER taking the stairs so they can talk privately.

"I know Danny, I know and Scott's not going to be any help." Steve retorts back.


1800 Hours, Tripler Army Medical Center - ER, Waiting Room, Moanalua, Oahu.

Havika gets up and walks over to the reception desk in the waiting room. He gets a scrub top from another nurse and walks off with it to the nearest bathroom. Havika changes his shirt in the hospital bathroom and tosses his bloodied shirt in the trash. He stands at one of the sinks shirtless with faucet running bloodied hands gripping the sides of the sink basin. Staining it bright red.

He should have gone with Isaac maybe that way if there were two of them the fake paramedics. Yeah Havika's 100% certain those paramedics weren't the real deal. The guy who attacked and stabbed Issac never would have tried anything. Two can easily fight off one a lot easier.

Because of how Isaac was stabbed being stabbed in the back meant he never saw it coming. And stabbing someone is personal. Isaac had his gun on him why not grab for the agent's gun that's what Havika would have done. That's what most criminals do go for the good guy's gun and try and shoot them. If Havika was there, he could have ended up just like Isaac, and he couldn't do that to his kids, not...not after how they lost their parents.

He finally washes off the last of Isaac's blood off his hands. He pulls the scrub top on over his head, it's a bit tight and slightly short, on his tall and muscular frame. It'll have to do for now. He heads back to the waiting area where Lane and Brianna are sipping cups of coffee and there's a third one for him that Lane's holding. He takes it graciously, and sips at it. It's from the vending machine outside and it's not so bad. A nurse tells the three of them, that Isaac's surgery will take up to 8 or 10 hours.

Havika steps out after that to call his parents and see if they wouldn't mind going over to his house and checking on his kids. Even though Kale is eighteen and a responsible young adult, with all the recent events, in the past twenty four hours, who can blame him for being a little paranoid. Just as Havika ends his call and is fumbling with a few bills for the vending machine he sees Steve and Danny stepping out of the elevator down the hall. As they get within speaking distance Steve speaks up.

"What happened to you Havi, you look like you just saw your worst nightmare come true." Steve says as he and Danny approach Havika. Then Steve zeroes in on the man's light blue crub top.

"What's with the scrub top?" Danny asks curious it looks entirely too small on the much taller man's body. It's almost comical if Danny does think of the few possible reasons the other man could be wearing a scrub top. The reasons all end in bodily fluids ending up on Havika somehow. He hopes he's wrong, he really does, he tries to be the optimistic one here.

"Brianna and I found Agent Perry stabbed multiple times out in the ambulance bay, he was left to die bleed to death. If...If we hadn't found him when we did..." Havika can't won't finish that train of thought. "A nurse came out and says he'll be in surgery for the next eight to ten hours, I just came out here to call my parents ask them if they can watch my kids for me it's getting late."

He's right, it is getting late, but does it seem like the passage of time slows or stops in the hospital not really. None of them call tell. That's why Danny called Rachel once he and Steve were done talking to Wilkes. Just to let Rachel know he may not be there in the morning to take Charlie to his first day of summer camp. Even though was Danny's weekend last weekend, it's different in the summer when the kids don't have school. Visitation that is, and Rachel's changed the visitation for Danny so he has unrestricted access to his son. Charlie has practically begged Danny to take him to his summer camp. Whose bright idea was it to start a summer in the middle of June on a Wednesday, but apparently these things go by sessions and one of the sessions start tomorrow the one Rachel signed Charlie up for. He'll be crushed if Danny can't make it. He's only six after all and doesn't understand. Then Danny gets an idea, Havika has a son Charlie's age, Tino. The boys met a few weeks back at Jake's Aloha Farewell party. They hit off straight away.

"Havika, I hate to ask you this right now, but is Tino by any chance going to the Aloha Beach Summer Camp tomorrow?"

Havika looks at Danny puzzled for a minute and then answers, "That's tomorrow?"

"Yeah it is, Charlie's super excited to go it's his first time."

"Tino's going right?" Danny asks again.

"Yes, yes he is he's been talking about it for weeks and now that you mention Charlie, Tino did say he was excited to be going with his new best friend. I completely forgot, I can call my parents up again and ask if they mind taking Charlie too. I'm sure they won't."

"Thank you, you don't know how much this means to him. I mean this is just a back-up plan, but he's been waiting, a long time I'd hate to disappoint him."

"No worries brah, anything for the keikis right?"

"I'd do anything for that little guy." Danny says wistfully. Havika knows he would. Havika's heard about Danny giving bone marrow to his son.

"Same here man, come on we better get back before Sullivan thinks I've had a nervous breakdown or something."

Danny and Steve put arms around the taller man and lead him back in the ER waiting room. Steve and Danny walk back into the waiting room of the ER with Havika after having their little chat with Wilkes. It proves to be more infuriating than anything, not helpful. Though they couldn't really do much to Wilkes, but simply question him no enhanced interrogation tactics this time. No Wilkes is strictly NCIS jurisdiction. Five-0 Special Investigations is not to touch Wilkes without express permission for NCIS.

After Steve had gotten arrested for obstruction of justice in the case with his dead SEAL friend and that baby. NCIS and their higher ups had put their foot down. Despite Five-0's immunity and means on the island Five-0 now has to be explicitly invited or asked by an NCIS to be brought in. If Five-0 are to ever happen upon a case, that turns out to be involving Navy or Marine Corps personnel, they have to do immediately hand over the case to NCIS.

Hence Wilkes sitting pretty up in his hospital room completely untouched, no handcuffs no guards. No unexplained bruises or injuries. Since Wilkes in NCIS jurisdiction one of the NCIS agents has to arrest him. With the other agents otherwise occupied, Wilkes could easily be discharged in a few days, and walk out of the hospital a free man.

Danny looks up at the TV on the wall and sees the 6:00 news playing. He reads the headline to himself. BREAKING NEWS: Shooting at Ala Moana Shopping Center in Waikiki.

"Excuse me, can you turn the volume up on the TV?" Danny asks the receptionist. The woman turns the TV up so they can all hear the female news reporter. The three agents, Danny and Steve watch the news report with their full and complete undivided attention.


[BREAKING NEWS: Shooting at Ala Moana Shopping Center in Waikiki]

"A shoot out breakout in the Ala Moana shopping center in Waikiki late this afternoon. Right now it is unclear what federal agency was involved in the shooting. Though various federal agents were soon in the shoot out, two agents were injured in the shootout as well as one offender. Here's footage of the incident I have to warn you what you are about to see is graphic, viewer discretion is advised." The reporter advises.

The scene that plays on the TV in front of them is Evan getting shot by his would be kidnapper. The motions are all slowing down, and they all are reliving what happened only an hour and a half ago. It looks so much worse on TV. The screams of the civilians around Agent Carson, and Junior. Agent Sullivan running over and providing the life saving support. The footage stops when the ambulance comes.

"Now we have an interview with a bystander who saw it all."

The footage now shows the same interviewer on TV interviewing a young man dressed in jeans and black t-shirt, with a black snapback hat on backwards.

"It was like so crazy it all happened in like slow position. This one guy with the crazy lazy eye shoots the fed man blam blam and he goes down hard."

"What was it like witnessing such an act?"

"It was insane I could hear the whizz of the bullets, and then two more feds come outta nowhere and one rushes to the fallen agent, and then…"

"What happens next?"

"Another guy with a beard and gun tries to shoot the blond agent whose saving the downed agent, and blam blam this huge hulking figure of a guy shoots the bearded guy dead. It was so wild, unhinged unbridled violence."

"And there you have it folks a first-hand account of this horrific event." The news reporter says. The two agents were immediately rushed to the Tripler Army Medical Center. Now the names of the agents injured are unknown at this time, and have yet to be released. Both agents' conditions are critical and both are fighting for their lives. We'll have more information as the story develops. Back to you Keoni for the weather."


Danny looks back at Steve and the agents, this is bad no this is worse than bad. This is disastrous of epic proportions. Danny's phone rings in his back pocket. It's Jerry.

"Jerry, did you ID our runaway guy yet?" Danny asks in lieu of greeting.

"Danny, you and Commander McGarrett need to get down to the Hale Koa Hotel now." Jerry tells Danny an urgency in his voice that makes Danny's stomach drop.


TBC...

End of Chapter 8 part 1

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