Warnings: Strong language throughout, blood; Aftermath of gunshot and stabbing wounds.
Disclaimer: I don't own Hawaii Five-0, or its 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 Note: Various medical procedures and diagnoses in this chapter, note I am not a doctor nor do I have any experience with what I put the OC's through. Dr. Google is my friend I did do extensive research though and what would reasonably work with my story and the characters. So, if there are any inaccuracies still that's my fault I'm only human. I apologize.
Think I'm going to try for Tuesday updates weekly, but we'll see how life goes. So don't hold me to that. Some chapters will be considerably longer than others, depending on content. Also whether or not I split them up.
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Chapter 8 Part 2
1810 Hours, Tripler Army Medical Center - ER, Waiting Room, Moanalua, Oahu.
The five occupants of the waiting room that are watching the news with the utmost laser focus are brought out their trance-like states when the news turns to a Hawaiian man named Keoni talking about a summer storm that's moving in. Nobody needs to state the obvious they all know this is in no way a good thing. What is supposed to have been an undercover operation gets turned into breaking news. Yet another mass shooting, although is it really a mass shooting? If those men shooting at the agents and officers were only aimed at them. Not at the hundred or so civilians in the very near proximity. Regardless of how the media portray what happens this is not good for one of two reasons.
The reporter said federal agents and she didn't know yet what alphabet soup agency was involved.
The conditions of both of Agent Carson and Agent McGarrett are now televised, albeit their names being withheld at this time. They are said to be in critical condition and fighting for their lives.
Lane sees a distant look in Steve's eyes as he seems to be playing the news report over and over in his head. Even though it was just televised. It seems he didn't even register that Danny has picked up his phone and is talking to Jerry their special consultant on the other line.
"Steve, are you with me man? Listen you can't believe everything you hear on TV remember, especially from the news." Lane assures him. "We'll wait and see what the doctors say about the agents right that's all can do. Their opinion is all we care about." Lane curbing his speech because of all the looky loos in the waiting room. And the five of them are getting some looks.
Mostly Steve and Danny they're known as Five-0 and the other three must be federal agents. Luckily from this distance a gold shield just looks like a gold shield nobody can make out what their badges actually read unless they're right in front of them. Though a smart person could narrow it done. There are only a select few agencies who have field offices in Honolulu.
"You're right Lane." Steve finds his voice again. He looks over at Danny who looks quite like he's about to barf from bad seafood. Or pineapple on pizza.
"We'll be there soon Jerry, okay thanks." Danny hangs up an expectant but wary look on his partner's face. "That was Jerry he says we need to get to the Hale Koa Hotel asap. Steve babe focus, Hale Koa we have to go."
Steve shakes his head to clear it and get his mind right. "Havika can we..." Steve starts before Havika interrupts him.
"Danny's already got the keys remember, try not to get it blown up huh." Havika tries injecting some humor into their situation. "I'll not be the one explaining to Agent Blackburn if anything happens to that car."
"Understood, Agent Kamaka. And you'll call with news of everyone."
"The doctor has our number I'm sure he'll call first second he gets a chance." Havika assures him. Steve easily reads between the lines of what Havika is saying.
"We'll also let you both know about the others as well, now go we're good here it sounded urgent." Lane reassures his partner's older brother.
"Come on Steve you heard Lane, the doctor will call when he can, they're all in good hands."
"You're right, you're right let's go." Steve has his determined SEAL on mission face on.
1830 Hours, Hale Koa Hotel - Guest Room 1402, 2055 Kalia Rd, Honolulu, Oahu.
Fourteen floors fourteen freakin' floors. Is it possible to hate a building because he does? Danny so does, how could the elevator be out in a hotel this size.
"Danny, you really need to lay off the malasadas babe."
"Says you Mr. Super athletic SEAL. Fourteen floors is nothing for you right."
"I ask you every day if you want to come run with me but you always say no."
"Because no sane person runs 5 miles then swims another 10 Steve."
"It's called exercise Danny."
"No, it's called unnecessary pain and suffering."
The two partners finally reach the right hotel room, when they hear their teammates talking inside. Steve walks in first with Danny behind him. Danny moves past Steve and further into the hotel room where he sees Lou, Tani, Adam, and Junior in the middle of the spacious hotel room. This is just a standard hotel room but it looks immaculate. It's got a nice view of the ocean though.
"Does anyone want to tell me why we're standing in a hotel room, that for once doesn't look like a crime scene." Danny asks. Images of Corporal Barnes' body flashing through his head.
"I'm with Danny on this one guys I'm confused what are we doing here? Jerry made it sound like we had another body, the way he sounded on the phone." Steve tells his teammates.
The room looks almost completely untouched, or lived in. The only way any of them know someone's staying in here is the clothes in the wardrobe and it's a lot. More than for just a few day's worth or a week even. There's also a laptop on the desk, that's open and on but it's locked via password. There didn't seem to be anything out of order to Danny. It looks like a normal hotel room.
"Jerry checked the name Deacon Wilson against all known records, it's an alias and he couldn't find anything." Adam starts.
"We know that we know it's clearly an alias he used in case someone found out who he really is." Danny comments.
"So, Jerry checked out all the potential places he'd stay with any significance and the Hale Koa popped up." Lou informs the two members.
Steve starts processing this in his head. The Hale Koa is a hotel and resort for military personnel and their families as well as select Coast Guard and DoD employees and contractors. This didn't make any sense. Things that didn't make sense to Steve frustrate him. Wilkes frustrates him, he hardly knows the guy, he's an enigma aside from the fact that he had a connection to case Scott worked four years ago. A father of deceased sailor ordered a hit squad to take out the NCIS team that 'failed' to find his son's killer. Though the son's killer was the son himself. The son committed suicide. The father wouldn't believe NCIS's answer. Hence the hit squad. Turns out the father himself was also unstable. That's all NCIS is willing to divulge on that shut case four years ago.
"Lou, the Hale Koa is a military hotel and resort for service members and their families and other DoD employees and contractors are eligible. How on earth is a guy like Wilkes able to reserve a room here?"
"Could it be possible he knows someone or has someone in life who is or was in the military?" Adam asks.
That stops Steve in his train of thought he hadn't thought of that. "Could be, I mean he had to learn those skills from somewhere or someone."
Steve calls up Jerry and asks him when Wilkes booked the room. "Jerry it's Steve, when did Wilkes book the room, and what name did he book it under?"
"Let me check Commander. Ah he we go he checked in at the beginning of June, but there's also another reservation, for the beginning of May. He booked it under his own name Deegan T. Wilkes."
"Okay thanks Jerry, anything else you can tell us Danny said you sounded pretty off for you on the phone."
"Commander, uh Steve I was able to pull footage of the hotel and from Wilkes hotel room he had pictures of your brother, but not only him, of you, and Danny, you and your brother together, and of all three of you together. There were also pictures of Agent Sullivan as well."
"He had physical copies, pictures of us."
"Yes, he did."
"Well he must have been getting them from somewhere, thanks for the info Jerry. When we're done here we'll head back over to HQ."
"Alright I'm here if you need anything else."
Steve hangs up the phone, and looks at his team. "Jerry said Wilkes checked into the hotel twice the same room once at the beginning of May and then again in the beginning of June. He used his real name Deegan T. Wilkes."
"Why give a fake name to the hospital, but use your real name to book a hotel reservation." Danny wonders aloud.
"Why indeed my Jersey cop friend." Lou comments.
"Jerry also said that he caught footage of Wilkes in his hotel room carrying around pictures of me, Danny and Scott, and also Agent Sullivan. Either in pairs or, of all three of us together, me, Danny and Scott. There's a lot of pictures of Lane and Scott together as well."
"Does this sound like a stalker to anyone else but me." Danny asks remembering the guy who shot him in the quarantine room at King's Medical Center and the picture that was in that guy's motel room.
"There has to be a pattern a reason he's chosen you four." Junior says.
"What about Agent Santiago, and Agent Seeger, they've got to fit into this somehow too." Tani reasons.
"You're both right, we're not going to get much done here there's nothing here for us. I say we take the laptop and have Jerry work his magic and see what he can find." Danny suggests.
Adam walks over to the desk and goes to move and pick up the laptop when Steve shouts out. "Adam stop don't move it!"
Adam steps back, "What why is it rigged to blow." Adam asks seriously looking around the laptop itself for any signs of explosives.
"No, no it's not just don't move it yet." Steve repeats.
"You want to clue the rest of us in on whatever's going on in your head Steve." Danny asks arms crossed over his chest.
"Discreet alignment. Junior you see it?" Steve asks the younger SEAL. Junior nods his head yes.
"See what and what the hell's discreet alignment?"
"Come on Danny think discreet alignment you see anything that looks out of place?"
"No all I see is a half empty water bottle next to an open laptop, which if Wilkes is as professional as everyone is saying that doesn't seem smart."
"Discreet alignment it's a trick I learned back in the SEALs for staying in hotel rooms. The water bottle is right next to the USB, so someone if they wanted to get to the laptop would have to move the water bottle away from the laptop and that's how Wilkes would know someone's been here." Junior explains for everyone.
"He's right that's why I'm so anal about where you place things in a hotel room Danny why I double check things." Steve admits to his partner.
"Well it makes sense, now that Junior here explains it." Lou says.
"So, all we have to do is place everything back as it was, not so hard." Adam replies.
"Exactly as it was even an inch off and it'll give us away." Steve instructs, as he takes a picture of the desk for exact placement of the laptop. "He knows we're working together with NCIS."
They should have plenty of time to do what they need to do, seeing as Wilkes is still in the hospital. He also hasn't been identified for man he truly is. Or arrested for that matter, and with his gunshot wound to the shoulder, he'll be in the hospital for at least three days. Adam carefully removes the laptop from the desk with his gloved hands and put it in a large evidence bag.
Everyone looks around the hotel room it's pretty barren for a guy who has supposedly spent the last two months here. The team having what they need leave Wilkes' hotel room, and head back to Five-0 to further investigate. Hopefully the laptop lends to more favorable results for the Five-0 team, and they can find out why Wilkes has targeted, certain members of Five-0 and NCIS.
Meanwhile back at the hospital Scott is dying...of boredom. He may be a SEAL, but he's not a very patient one when he's got absolutely nothing to do. But stare at the medical equipment surrounding him and stare helplessly out at the glass door of the ER treatment room he's been sequestered in.
Flashback - 1748 Hours Tripler Army Medical Center - ER Treatment Room 6, Moanalua, Oahu.
Scott was beyond bored, he really wished he'd asked Danny where his phone was. Then at least he could be texting or playing games. Staring at all the medical equipment and monitors and out the glass door of his treatment room was driving him nuts. I mean he can only count ceiling tiles or how many times the same nurse passes his room so many times before he wants to scream and rip his hair out. He's probably the most emergent patient in the ER right now. Aside from Evan, but he'd been brought up to surgery almost immediately after he was brought in. That was over an ago now. He's still waiting since Danny placed the tourniquet on his right leg it's been exactly forty-six minutes. He hasn't passed the two-hour mark yet so he supposed that was good. He wasn't going to die immediately or lose his leg.
Scott was just about ready to get up and find a nurse himself to see what the hell was taking so long now when heard a commotion outside his room. A guy talking about stab wounds taking someone to Baghdad. He knew Baghdad was the nickname for trauma room 1 and where the worst of the worst patients were sent before going up to surgery. He has this horrible gut feeling that this wasn't good. He has to go and see who it was. If nothing more than to get out of that damn bed he was lying in.
Mind made up Scott sat up in bed and swung his legs out and over the side of his bed. Since he wasn't connected to any monitors he doesn't have to worry about unsticking and unhooking leads and nurses rushing in. All he's got to worry about really is the IV pole that was supplying him a steady drip of morphine. Whether or not he could actually make it out of his room and out into the ER. He felt a bit dizzy now that he was sitting up right rather than laying down. His head felt like there was a tight rubbing band like pressure on his forehead and the sides of his head.
He knew what this was this was the early signs of a hunger headache, and as if to prove a point his stomach growled angrily at him. As if to say feed me it's time for food feed me. He's not surprised either with how well scheduled Lane was with making sure he ate at regular intervals and how conditioned his body has become to that schedule. Sometimes a wrench got thrown in that schedule like yesterday with the hospital lockdown, and today with him getting shot and needing surgery and not being able to eat. The doctors couldn't do anything about that unfortunately.
The light blue and diamond patterned hospital gown with the open back isn't flattering, but at least he has boxers on. The gown was tied in the back, but still open slightly exposing a small portion of his yellow pineapple print boxers. He waits for the dizziness to pass for a minute than got up gingerly putting his hospital non-slip sock clad feet on the floor, and stood. Scott gripped the IV pole with his hand and started to walk out of his room and into the ER. Okay it's more like shuffling, but his leg has started to hurt him again. He pushed past the pain and continued to walk toward trauma room 1.
A searing white hot pain shot through his right leg, the tourniquet extremely uncomfortable. He gripped the IV pole tighter as he waited for the pain to pass. Scott clenched his teeth in pain, but kept going. He knew if the tourniquet wasn't tight it meant it wasn't working. The tighter the tourniquet the better it worked. Scott gripped the IV white knuckling it. He wiped a sheen of sweat from his forehead with the crook of his left arm.
"Agent Isaac Perry, 39 years old, 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."
Scott stopped stock still looking on as the two paramedics rushed Isaac into trauma room 1. Havika and Brianna ran alongside them. Not noticing him. He made the last few feet toward the room. The doctor was issuing out orders calmly but urgently, "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."
Scott started breathing heavy and gripping his IV pole impossibly tighter, feeling his nails dig into his right palm. He did this, this is his fault. If he hadn't gone after Wilkes, Perry never would have had to shoot him to save his life. Scott's pretty sure if Wilkes had gotten a third shot off he'd be a dead man. He gripped the glass door frame to the room with the tips of his left fingers. "Perry, I-Isaac." Scott called out into the room.
The attending senior physician a Captain looked over and saw Scott barely managing to stand on his own two feet. "What's Agent McGarrett doing here? He's supposed to have been in surgery forty minutes ago." The doctor still saw the patient with the tourniquet on his right leg, sweating and he looked about ready to keel over any minute.
Havika and Brianna turned to their left and saw their teammate standing there. Well standing was poor choice of words, it was more like leaning heavily on the IV pole. Both were shocked that he'd even made it this far. Especially in his condition, but Scott was one stubborn determined SOB if Havika had ever met one.
"Perr-Perry." Scott called out before he fell forward on one of the legs of his damn IV pole from the pain and sheer exhaustion it took to walk over here. Scott's not certain, but he's pretty sure he heard Brianna scream.
"We need a gurney over here!" One of the residents calls from inside the room. The same resident, a second lieutenant turned to Havika and Brianna "You two need to leave now." Havika and Brianna don't leave completely, but move off to the side out of the way watching looking horrified.
A gurney was rushed into the room, and Scott was carefully rolled over onto his back and there's a decent sized gash in his forehead. There's also bleeding coming through his gown, around his lower right abdominal area.
The resident that Havika and Brianna they needed to leave, immediately took action seeing as Captain Anderson was taking care of Agent Perry and assessing his condition. The Lieutenant grabs the portable ultrasound machine, and pulled up Scott's bloodied gown to expose the area. He took the wand with gel on it and ran it over the abdomen. On the screen, it did indeed show the young doctor's fear. Internal bleeding in his abdomen.
"He's bleeding internally." The Lieutenant reports out. "We need to get him in an OR stat."
The Lieutenant also noticed blood on the temporary t-shirt tourniquet, and he was bleeding profusely at that. Now they really needed to get the Master Chief into an OR. The Lieutenant heard, Captain Anderson, exclaim, "His spleen has been ruptured, by the first stab wound, he needs to go to the OR stat." Captain Anderson turns to a nurse, "Call up to the OR and tell them we're coming up with two critical patients." Anderson looks at the third-year resident who was attending to the Master Chief on the gurney, and nodded.
"There are two available OR's now." The nurse informed Captain Anderson after calling up to the OR floor.
"Someone page Major Carson, and have Major Coulter on standby." The Lieutenant calls out. Major Blake Carson was one of the trauma surgeons on call. He also happened to be the one who treated the man currently on the gurney almost every time he came in here.
"You heard him let's load up and get these two out and up the OR floor." Scott is the first one wheeled out of the trauma room 1. The resident stops briefly and sees the two agents still standing there. "We'll do everything we can save your friends; the doctor's will come update you when they have news." And the young doctor hurried off with at least three other people pushing Scott's gurney. Isaac not far behind him on another pushed by Captain Anderson and three others. Leaving a shocked and stunned Havika and Brianna behind.
A nurse kindly came over and showed them back to the waiting room. "Is there anything I get either of you."
"No, no thank you ma'am." Havika told the nurse. With that the nurse left the two agents in the waiting room. "Come on Bri we better go update Lane before he has a nervous breakdown." Havika tried to lighten the mood. Brianna didn't take to the joke at the other older agent's expense. All three of them now had their partner's in surgery and conditions unknown. She'd never experienced something like this while she was with the FBI. She'd had her whole team targeted before and threatened, but it never escalated to physical harm like this had. Maybe her father was right maybe she never would really fit in here, with NCIS, with his particular unit.
End Flashback
Present Time - 1901 Hours, Iolani Palace - Five-0 HQ, Main Office Area, Honolulu, Oahu.
Steve folds his arms while looking at the screens hanging behind the smart table. He frowns. "I mean I don't get it. Why would a guy like Wilkes shoot Scott? It doesn't make any sense."
"He's already confirmed Rutherford's paying him, so why not take the money and be done with it." Lou wonders.
"We need to what was it Agent Seeger called it profile Wilkes, get motive find out why he seems so hell bent on getting back at Scott, and why the five of us are all connected." Danny says as he's also looking at the screens.
Five-0 is running a two-pronged assault on what they need to get done. Lou, Steve and Danny are focusing on the Wilkes angle. From the information, Steve and Danny got from the man in the hospital. Tani, Adam and Junior are working on getting the Breaking News story about the shooting at the Ala Moana shopping center dealt with. It never should have been televised in the first place. Jerry while all this is going on is trying to crack password to get Wilkes' laptop open.
"Wilkes said it was personal and that entails holding a grudge possible revenge." Steve points out.
"Why would Wilkes hold a grudge against Scott he didn't do anything to him? If you count not dying four years ago when Wilkes was sent to kill him." Danny questions. "He wouldn't do this over money either, he said he didn't care about the money at all. And that Scott knows what he did."
"If it's not a grudge it has to be something else right." Lou realizes. "The man's getting paid by Rutherford and by what he said, it's got to be an awful lot for him to not even care how much Rutherford is paying him, whatever Wilkes is holding against Scott has to be bigger than that."
"You know Lou the more and more I think about it the more I'm starting to think maybe Rutherford doesn't even know that there is a connection or history between his hired hitman and one of his potential fighters." Steve muses.
"If he doesn't know that, than that means we have the advantage if we can find that out before he does and what it is. We can hopefully get Wilkes on our side get him to flip on Rutherford reveal a location."
Things were finally looking up in Five-0's favor with this case, they were finally getting somewhere after the disaster of a snatch and grab that left three of their joint team in unknown conditions at Tripler.
1901 Hours. Undisclosed Location, Oahu.
Rutherford is fuming furious. How hard is it to follow such simple instructions? "How hard it is for you to follow simple instructions?" Rutherford asks the man standing in front of him. The man Paul with a broken nose that got from that Five-0 Navy SEAL.
"Sir...I" Paul tries to explain.
"That was a rhetorical question you dunce." Rutherford barks hands clasped behind his back as he walks in front of his disappointing henchmen. Honestly how simple could he have made the task. They'd completed the task multiple times before. Why is this time so difficult?
"They were ready for us sir." Paul starts explaining anyway. "NCIS and Five-0 they had two of their own in place as bait, and it kind of escalated from there. It was their fault they started." Paul tattles like a child.
"Five-0 was there?" Rutherford stops pacing a minute and looks into Paul's eyes. "Was Commander McGarrett there?"
"Well yeah it seemed like a joint effort on their part both of them were there, both Commander and Agent." Paul says nervously.
"Both of them were there!" The German leader yells his face turning bright red with anger. "They were in your grasp and you, you ran away!"
"Cops started swarming the place after Joey was shot and they're were agents all over. I wasn't gonna stay and get caught. I've heard of Five-0 man, and NCIS this unit is just as bad you don't mess with them. I'm not getting hung out of high rise window man." Paul exclaims voice rising matching his boss' in pitch.
"You insolent whelp you dare raise your voice to me?" Rutherford questions, he walks over to the desk grabs the gun. "You shouldn't worry about Five-0 or NCIS, it's me you should've been worried about." He pulls the trigger the crack of the bullet piercing through the otherwise quiet room. Straight into poor Paul's head. "Would anyone else like to question me?"
Georg gets a bunch of head shakes in response. "Good, you." Rutherford points to a member of one of the surveillance teams. "Report."
"Sir, Major McGarrett is still with her oldest son in the hospital, the younger ones are also there with her. They haven't left since the eldest was admitted at 12:30 this afternoon. There's umm..."
"What? Spit it out I don't have time for your mumblings."
"Agent McGarrett before he left the hospital at 2:36 pm, he put a protective detail on his son. We don't think it's because of us sir. We think it's because of Wilkes."
"Who has Agent McGarrett put on this detail?" He asks curious. If it's HPD they can easily take care of them.
"Two of his team members Agent Kali Lahele and Agent Jackson Santiago." The man reports.
"Ah the young former Senior Airman, was he Air Force Pararescue."
"No sir, he wasn't in special operations. Though from his file we have he has three older brothers who are currently still active duty in the Navy."
This brings an evil smirk to Rutherford's refined features. This looks promising. "The file says four brothers." He remarks.
"Yes, sir he does have four brothers, but Javier Santiago is retired, he lost his leg in combat and he works as the Chief of Staff for their father the mayor of Austin, Texas."
"What about this one, Eddie Santiago?" Rutherford points to a picture of a younger man.
"He's a Navy SEAL, SEAL team 7, lives in Coronado, California. Agent Santiago called him yesterday."
"Is he planning a trip to the islands?"
"That would be a definite no sir. From what we got from the call Agent Santiago explicitly told his brother not to even entertain the idea of making plans to come to Oahu for the foreseeable future."
"He's perfect, I want a team over there as soon as possible, bring him to me, I don't care what Agent Santiago wants."
The man who has been reporting to Rutherford looks nervous now, and looks over at the dead body of Paul one of the would-be kidnappers. And his failure, failure obviously means death.
"Eddie Santiago is a platoon leader, he's a Lieutenant sir, an officer." The man waits and holds his breath, but the crack of a bullet doesn't come. The man opens his eyes.
"Well why didn't you lead with that then! He's no use to me."
"So-sorry sir."
Rutherford shakes his head like he hasn't even heard the other man's weak apology. "Where is Agent McGarrett now?"
Another man next to his partner shorter, and with short messy black hair speaks up for his partner. "From the news report sir, it's clear McGarrett and another agent, we don't know who have been taken to Tripler Army Medical Center, and are in critical condition." The man parrots back the news report from an hour ago. "The news reporter also said an offender went down, it was Rick sir Paul's partner."
The news report also claims a bystander was shot, but I was there in the crowd sir. It was Wilkes and he was no mere bystander."
"Wilkes! He caused all this mess. He wasn't supposed to be anywhere near the shopping center. When I get my hands on him he'll be sorry. Maybe I'll have McManis slip something into a drink of his."
"We know this we were just as surprised as you are. Wilkes shot Agent McGarrett three times before Agent Perry was about to intervene and shoot Wilkes in the right shoulder."
Rutherford growls low in his throat. "If that wound doesn't kill him, I will make sure someone else does."
"Wilkes was taken to the same hospital as well sir, Agent Perry was in the ambulance with him to ensure he didn't try anything. Though Agent Perry was found severely wounded in the ambulance bay and was rushed into surgery. The paramedics that brought Wilkes in were nowhere to be seen."
"So..." Rutherford starts slowly, "Let me get this straight, we have no SEALs, bolstered security around the boy, and Wilkes is currently of no use to me. Is this correct?"
"Ye-yes plea-please don't shoot me." The first man begs.
"Shoot you no, that's much too quick and painless for you. No, I need you now. Despite your failings, you've managed to get some results."
"Thank you, sir."
"Where are Commander McGarrett and Detective Williams currently?" He asks the same man he's just spared his life.
"They left the hospital soon after the news report aired, they went over to the Hale Koa Hotel." The man replies. "We...we don't have surveillance on the hotel anymore. We don't know what they were doing there."
"Are they still there?"
"No, sir they left with their whole team back to their headquarters after about twenty minutes there. There was a bomb threat earlier in the morning though suspicious packages."
"So, they the Commander and the Detective are at their headquarters now? The children all alone, the ex-wife alone."
"Yes sir as far as we know the Williams' kids haven't set foot in the hospital since earlier in the afternoon when the eldest McGarrett boy was admitted. Also, sir, the daughter of Williams Grace seems to be close to the second oldest McGarrett, Jake the Navy brat, he leaves for recruit training in August."
Rutherford turns to his desk and looks at the surveillance footage his teams have been able to gather. This is a good start, even though things may be stalling somewhat. He looks down at a particularly nice family picture, of four people, the girl, the young blond boy, the Detective, and the Commander. "Soon you'll be mine." Rutherford whispers and touches one face on the photo circling it with a pen.
Now, Rutherford has another problem he has to clean up. Wilkes is an issue a bigger problem than he thought, and he must be dealt with as soon as possible. Nobody interferes with his operations much less the men he employs to carry out his dirty work.
1936 Hours. Iolani Palace - Five-0 HQ - Main Office Area, Honolulu, Oahu.
The team has made headway are their respective assignments. With the help of SAC Lance Blackburn, Tani, Junior and Adam are able to get the reporter to take down the segment. Blackburn citing something about government security and black sites. Though there still is the issue of the interviewee, the one that gave his 'first hand' account of what happened.
"Glad I could be of service to Five-0." Lance says over the video chat that they'd set up. Being face to face even if it is over video is better. Blackburn looks tired and worn, Tani can see the man's office window in the background. He has left work, even with overseeing several other teams and having watched them all go home all over two hours. Blackburn is still there. That's some dedication for an Agent.
"Sir forgive me if I'm overstepping, but have you gone home at all today?" Junior asks the head of NCIS field office. Lance looks at the Hawaiian native police officer and Five-0 member critically.
"Special Warfare Operator third class Junior Reigns, is it?"
Junior straightens up just a bit at being addressed by his Navy rank. "Yes sir?"
"Can you recite the first and fourth sentences of the 6th passage of the SEAL Creed?" Steve looks over at the video chat screen out of sight of Agent Blackburn. A small smile creases his lips.
Junior does without even needing to think, "I will never quit. I will draw on every remaining ounce of strength to protect my teammates, and to accomplish our mission."
Junior gets it almost immediately. Before he can even answer the man or apologize Steve walks away from Danny and Lou for a minute and walks into the frame of the video chat. A smile on his face despite the circumstances in which they're meeting. "Lance buddy we really have got to stop meeting like this. People are going to start thinking we're both germ phobic weirdos."
"Smooth Dog." Lance greets warmly his tired lines in his face smoothing out a little.
"We appreciate your help and influence with the media, I guess as Havika said earlier sometimes it takes a little gentler approach some finesse."
"We can't always go in guns blazing, and play Rambo."
"That's what I keep tellin' this animal but he doesn't listen." Danny comments loudly off screen.
"That Danny I hear hollerin' in the background?"
"The one and only, we're getting closer to making a complete profile on Wilkes. I can feel it."
"Sounds promising, you'll nail this bastard for hurting my team won't you Steve?"
"You have my word we'll do just that. Anything more you can think of that could help?"
"Actually yes, I know it's vague, but look beyond the Thatcher case we had four years ago. That's all I can say, I'm sorry I can't be of more help." Lance replies.
"No, you've been a big enough help with getting the media off our backs. At least that's one thing we don't have to worry about on top of my brother and the others."
Lance looks perplexed now, had Steve really not heard or been told. Lance is sure Steve would be at least the second person that would be informed. "Have you not heard I was sure someone would have called by now." Lance says.
"What? What's happened Lance?" Steve asks immediately on alert.
"Scott's been taken back to surgery, from what I was told there was a little accident in one of the ER trauma rooms with Agent Perry. Scott fell on his own IV pole the force of the impact caused another bullet wound be revealed. He was rushed back into surgery after that. I'm sorry I don't know more they won't tell me anything else."
Steve understands that at least. It's happened a time or two when Chin and Kono were still on the team and had gotten injured. Steve wants answers and he couldn't get any because he wasn't family or the medical proxy of either of them. So, he knows how Lance feels, being just the 'boss'. Rules about sharing or divulging patient information in a military treatment facility is just that much stricter than in a civilian hospital.
"Thank you for telling me Lance. I have to call the hospital." Steve looks down and starts patting his pockets for his phone, but doesn't feel it anywhere on his person. Then he remembers in his rush to get into the office he left his phone in the borrowed MCRT's Camaro.
"No need babe." Danny says as his phone started to vibrate in his pocket. He pulls it out and he sees it's the hospital.
"Detective Williams speaking."
"Detective Williams this is Tori O'Neil I'm one of the nurses in the OR who is working on Agent McGarrett. We've been trying to reach the Commander for an hour and a half now. I was finally told to call you instead. Is the Commander with you?"
"Yes, he is, would you like to speak with him?"
"Please Detective, we've already informed Agent McGarrett's next of kin, as was documented and we've notified his wife."
"I'll pass you over now." Danny passes Steve the phone mouthing 'OR nurse don't panic'. Steve nods back to Danny.
"McGarrett." Steve answers in his usual one word greeting with not a slight bit panicky.
"Commander my name is Tori O'Neil and OR nurse working on your brother. Major Carson wanted me inform you that your brother was brought to surgery an hour and a half ago due to complications arising from an incident that occurred in another patient's room in the ER"
Steve knows this Lance has just told him as much. But he continues to listen patiently.
"We don't like discuss in depth patient conditions over the phone...
"I'll be there in fifteen." Steve says automatically.
"Commander, your brother is still in surgery and doing well, but it will be a few hours yet until he's out. And then at least three in the PACU. I can call you hourly with updates if you wish. I don't believe there's a reason for you to come in and sit and wait." Tori replies.
"Thank you for your concern, but I'm coming in."
"Alright, if you wish." Tori says with a tired sigh. Though it's more of a frustrated tired sigh, than a physically tired sigh. She's fully alert and capable of doing her job. "Your brother's next of kin insisted on waiting in the ER for you something about going SuperSEAL on a nurse earlier."
"Thank you again Tori for calling. I'll be there shortly." With that Steve hangs up Danny's phone and tosses it back to him. He looks up and realizes everyone even Lance is looking at him expectantly.
"He's been brought into surgery, he's still in surgery doing well according to the nurse, but I have to go..." Steve trails off kicking himself for leaving his phone in the car. How could he do that to his brother. If it had been a less than positive call, Steve doesn't know what he would have done.
"Go brother, we got it from here." Lou tells Steve.
"I got it!" Jerry exclaims pushing his chair back across the floor. All eyes now on him. "I got it I cracked the password."
"That's great Jerry." Adam compliments the other man.
Steve looks torn now between going to his brother and staying to see what Wilkes computer holds. They're also running out of time. They've had Wilkes laptop an hour and some change now. Even though they now he won't be getting out of the hospital any time soon, they don't want to risk keeping it longer than they should.
"We'll call you with what you find on the laptop Steve. You and Danny go." Lou gently suggests.
"No Danny should stay here help you guys out." In truth Steve feels like he's been leaving the team high and dry to work the case and little evidence they've been getting by themselves. Now they were finally getting somewhere. They could really crack this case and Wilkes right open.
"Not a chance Steve, we stick together, I'm not letting you out of my sight. Plus, remember what Havika said he's not explaining what happens to the Camaro if it happens to be involved in an 'accident.' Also, I'm not letting you drive in your state."
"I wouldn't total their Camaro."
"Oh, sure you wouldn't so it's just my precious Winifred you like to blow up on a regular basis."
"Winifred? Daniel." A quizzical look on Steve's face. Did Danno name his Camaro, huh apparently so.
"Steven."
"Alright okay Danno you can drive." Steve acquiesces to his husband. Plus, they were wasting precious time their banter. Steve still can't believe he left his phone in the Camaro he hopes it isn't out of battery.
This is one of Scott's rules he has Never be unreachable. Scott practically drills that into his head, especially after Steve left the Reserves and had no obligations or commitments, but to Five-0. No one to report to or to answer to, aside from the governor. No one to call him away on a mission more importantly in the middle of the night and leave a Dear Scottie note. Steve hopes and prays everything really is alright and the little accident in the ER didn't further harm his brother.
Start Flashback
1817 Hours, Tripler Army Medical Center - Operating Room 4 - OR Floor, Moanalua, Oahu.
Scott woke up just as he felt himself being lifted off the gurney and onto the cold metal slab of the operating table.
Dr. Carson in his scrubs, and Ms. Pac-man patterned surgical cap covering his short black hair, surgical gown, gloves and mask, looks like a totally different person to Scott.
"Oh good, you're awake, can you tell me your name, and date of birth?" Dr. Carson asked. Glad his patient woke up before he had to be put under. Still the agent's injuries were quite worrying. He's going to have a serious talk with the nurses that 'treated' his patient before when he was in the ER earlier. This was absolutely unacceptable behavior.
"Scott McGarrett, 5/19/79." Scott answered groggily his head was pounding felt like a bunch of jack hammers hammering in his skull.
"Good, now we're going to put this mask over your face and I want you count back from 10 for me okay Scott." Dr. Carson instructed. Scott immediately despite the pain starts shaking his head frantically no. He can't go to sleep he can't close his eyes. He can't, he won't.
"His breathing's heavy, his heart rate is through the roof." The monitor he's attached to is beeping and shows his heart is dangerously high. "He's sweating, he's shaking, he's having a panic attack." The anesthesiologist realized.
"Push 10 of alprazolam, we need to relax him, calm him before we can put the breathing tube in." Dr. Carson ordered. The anesthesiologist pushed the drug ordered through the IV.
"It's working he's calming down heart rate is coming down." The anesthesiologist looked at the monitor.
"Let's try this again." Dr. Carson grabbed the breathing mask that'll knock his patient out before they put the breathing tube in. "Count back from 10 for me Scott's it's okay you're okay, you're safe."
"10...9...8." Scott started counting. He never got passed 8. The amount of times he's been conscious before going under the knife he never got past eight.
"And he's out. Don't worry Master Chief we'll get you all fixed up and you'll be kicking my ass in basketball in no time." Dr. Carson told his unconscious patient. "Okay place the breathing tube now."
The anesthesiologist placed the breathing tube down Scott's throat to make sure he stayed breathing through the what was going to be a very length surgery or rather surgeries to remove the bullet from his leg, and remove his appendix and stop the internal bleeding. Dr. Carson started with stitching Scott's head up first. He then moved onto the more pressing worry, the internal bleeding, and stopping it.
"Nurse." Blake called.
"Yes doctor, hit play Back in Black AC/DC."
The first lyrics of the song Back in Black by AC/DC starting throughout the OR as Dr. Carson made his incision.
30 Minutes later
"Nurse, call Commander McGarrett again."
"Yes Doctor" The nurse stepped away briefly and tried calling the patient's older brother. "He's not picking up it goes straight to voicemail."
"Call Detective Daniel Williams, he's Commander McGarrett's proxy he'll answer." Dr. Carson ordered as he continued to work on his patient.
End Flashback
Present Time - 1953 Hours, Tripler Army Medical Center - ER, Waiting Room, Moanalua, Oahu.
Steve and Danny walk calmly but with urgency through the ER doors for the fourth or was it fifth time today. Knowing where Scott is and relatively how he's doing makes Steve feel better. The waiting room even at almost 8 in the evening is still crowded, but a little less so than a few hours ago.
Steve spots Lane quickly in his light blue scrub top, arms crossed and leaning on the left arm rest body slumped and eyes closed. Honestly Steve doesn't blame him, what he must be feeling and going through right now. Steve's knows Danny knows how Lane's feeling, he's been there enough times with Steve. The two men walked over to the younger blond and Steve crouches down rubbing Lane's left knee to rouse him calling his name.
Lane opens his tired hazel eyes a few minutes later, blinking up at the two figures in front of him. "Steve, hey what time is it?
"Five to 8, your Scott's next of kin. Nurse wouldn't give a name just that they'd been told that's he's finally in surgery."
Lane stretches fully even though the room is pretty full Lane has four seats to his left empty and the four to his right empty. The other occupants of the waiting room giving the federal agent a wide berth.
"I am, s'easier for all of us. I'm Scott's, Havi is Perry's, Brianna is Evan's. And Jackson is Kali's and vice versa. Plus, Brooke's a conflict of interest being a nurse here and all she can't make the calls I've had to make rationally."
"Makes sense, I was Steve's for a long time before we got together." Danny says.
Steve looks around the room and doesn't see either Havika or Brianna. "Where's everyone else?"
"Up on the OR floor in the waiting room, Ailani that's Evan's girlfriend is with Brianna, Brianna hasn't heard anything on Evan yet. Same goes for Isaac, Havika is sitting up there with Isaac's wife and two kids, Savannah she's thirteen and Marcus he's ten."
"It's been almost four hours since Evan was brought in." Danny remarks.
"He got shot in the neck Danny, have you ever been in the neck?" Steve asks. "That's a pretty serious and vital place to get shot."
Danny shakes his head, "No, and I don't plan on getting shot any time soon, Steven."
"It doesn't always end well." Lane speaks up before either of the other men can start the back and forth banter Lane can sense coming on. "It never did no matter what I did when I was in the SEALs. I couldn't save them. He's so young has his whole life ahead of him."
"Lane, he'll pull through they all will. Evan, Scott and Isaac they're all tough. You probably saved Evan's life being there, and acting as you did." Steve told his brother's partner.
"Steve's right Lane, we have the guy who's behind this. He'll pay for what he's done." Danny tells Lane. "Now how about we go upstairs and wait with everyone."
Lane rises to his feet and utters darkly. "Your damn right he'll fucking pay." The two Five-0 members don't doubt that for a minute as the two walk the younger blond and out of the ER waiting room.
2200 Hours. TAMC - 6th Floor G Wing - OR Floor - Waiting Area, Moanalua, Oahu.
Evan has been in surgery 5 hours now. No one has been out in the meantime to inform any of them on any progress or complications, leaving the group with only hopes and speculations. Ailani a twenty-nine-year-old young woman of Japanese descent is sitting next to her boyfriend's work partner Brianna Seeger.
Ailani had been frantic when she got the call that Evan was in the hospital three hours ago. She's now only been here an hour. Being shot in the neck that scares Ailani like nothing has ever scared her before. Her monolidded brown eyes red and puffy from crying. She can't understand how none of those around her look like she does. They all look tired, but none of them have been very emotional, rather emotionless if she could say so. Then again, she is sitting in a room full of guys, all with holsters and guns and shiny badges. Three of them are ex-Navy SEALs, and Brianna thinks they don't have emotions or like showing them, that's that Brianna has told Ailani. Jackson and Evan bring some normality into the unit.
Evan's only been with NCIS for two years, and Ailani's only ever met the members of Evan's primary team as Evan described it. His whole unit consisted of two teams, the MCRT which is like the major case response team for NCIS. And then the CRT or the contingency response team, is like SWAT, but for NCIS. They are super Rambo cowboy or girl badasses according Brianna. If it weren't for Agent Santiago, the point man for the team who actually adheres to rules and regulations, and follows the law to the T, they'd be in here a lot more often. With the likes of Agent Sullivan and Agent McGarrett in the unit. Jackson and his partner Kali find it hard to follow the rules and proper procedures when the unit doesn't always have to. How the Director of NCIS even signed off on something like this, Ailani can't even begin to imagine.
Ailani gets the feeling that Brianna a former FBI agent, a profiler with the BAU doesn't much like the CRT component of their unit. As to why Ailani has never gotten the courage to ask the other woman. Ailani looks over at the other civilian woman in their little corner of the expansive OR waiting room, which is empty. Given the time of night most patients surgeries are all finished up they're resting in their rooms.
The other woman a beautiful regal African American woman with mocha skin, and brown eyes, dressed in yoga pants and an oversized gray USMC sweatshirt. She looks like she's holding herself together well. She has to be Ailani also a smaller leaner version of the woman lying across her lap. Perry's wife's daughter, Savannah thirteen years old is sleeping soundly. While her younger brother Ailani assumes is curled up as best he can against Agent Kamaka's side in one of the love seat chairs. Agent Kamaka running a hand over the young boy's black coarse hair styled in a curly top fade, Marcus looks the spitting image of his father Isaac at this age.
She can tell just from looking at the Hawaiian agent that the man cares deeply for his partner's children as if they were his own. Ailani is there when the woman, who'd introduced herself as Imani had brought her kids in and the boy Marcus had run straight into the muscular man's arms. It's was hard for Ailani to watch the heartbreaking scene. No kid should have to be put in kind of situation Ailani thinks to herself.
Lane notes Steve worrying at his bottom lip with his teeth, revealing just how worried the man is about his brother. Scott has a habit of biting his nails or chewing the inside of his right cheek.
Lane leans over towards Steve's right side Danny putting a comforting hand on his husband's left knee. "No news is good news, the nurse said he's doing good. You know I bet right now they're stitching him up, and wheeling him back into recovery."
"He'll be begging to get up and walk around you'll see babe. If there's one thing I know about your brother he's definitely like you when he comes out of anesthesia ready and raring to go." Danny adds encouragingly.
"This still doesn't make the waiting any easier." Steve remarks to the men on either side of him.
"I know." Lane agrees with a nod. He hates the fact that his friends, that Scott is in the OR possibly fighting for his life and that scumbag Wilkes is sleeping peacefully in a bed in the trauma intensive care unit. It's sickening. He's been planning all sorts of enhanced interrogation tactics in head it even one of his teammates doesn't make it. Well let's just say he'd be just fine being fired. It'd be worth it.
"Agent Seeger."
Brianna stands up as a doctor with a camouflage surgical cap on his head, brown wisps of hair stick out from the sides.
"Yes, doctor."
"I'm Major Charles Winchester, I was the lead surgeon who operated on your partner, Agent Carson." Charles introduces himself to the brunette-haired agent. He briefly looks at the other woman standing next to his patient's partner.
"Please sir do you have news on Evan?" Ailani asks the doctor.
"I'm only allowed to talk to the patient's next of kin, and you are?" Major Winchester asks not unkindly but curious.
"I'm his girlfriend." Ailani tells the doctor.
"Sir, I know this a military facility, but my partner isn't nor was he ever a part of US military. He's a federal agent, but also a military dependent, I don't believe your regulations apply here." Brianna knows this a fact. Yes, Charles is quite aware that the young man who's just been on his table for upwards of five hours has a retired Navy Admiral for a father.
Major Winchester is taken aback a bit by the boldness of the woman in front of him. "Where are his parents?" Major Winchester asks.
"They're both living in New York I didn't want to call them again until we had something concrete, they are six hours ahead of us after all."
He looks between the two woman and looks at their pleading faces. He sees that the only occupants of the waiting room are currently the remaining NCIS agents and their significant others. As well a man who he's never seen before he's short in stature even seated and has green and worried looking expression on his face. He seems to know the blond man he's quietly conversing with. As well as both Major McGarrett and Commander McGarrett sitting with his husband Det. Williams.
"Follow me please both of you." Major Winchester gestures to the other side of the spacious waiting for the allusion of privacy. He doesn't want to have them walk all the way to a conference and back for what he has to say.
Once the women are situated in chairs opposite him, Charles starts speaking, "First I would like to tell you both that Agent Carson has made it through surgery and I was able to remove the bullet successfully."
It's like a huge weight has been lifted off of Brianna's shoulders and she can breathe again.
"There were, however, a few complications. The sheer volume of blood loss made his blood pressure bottom out, we lost him twice on the table, but we were able to revive him. The wound itself wasn't a through and through, which was interesting, but the bullet did indeed nick his carotid artery as Agent Sullivan had correctly guessed. The damage was to his c6-c7 vertebrae. I was able to repair the damage done to his vertebrae. Now he suffered a class 4 hemorrhage which means he lost over 40 percent of his blood volume. We're still transfusing blood since that's our main concern now and we're keeping up his fluids."
Ailani thinks about what she's going to ask, before asking it, "Are there any lasting effects of the damage to his cervical vertebrae?"
"The C6-C7 spinal motion segment bears the primary load from the weight of the head and provides support to the lower part of the neck. To be more specific the bullet hit a part of his C7 spinal nerve called the C7 myotome which is a group of muscles controlled by the C7 nerve. He'll experience some weaknesses in his left arm and some numbness in the index and middle fingers to start. He'll have trouble straightening his elbow, lifting his wrist, and elongating his fingers to an outstretched hand. Though with a few days 2 at the least 5 at the most, in the hospital, and bed-rest along with PT or physical therapy for his arm to strengthen the damaged muscles, he should make a complete recovery."
"Oh, thank you, so much doctor." Ailani thanks the man.
"Yes, thank you Major Winchester." Brianna thanks the doctor.
"Can we see him?" Lane questions walking over to and joining the two young women. Lane really wants to see the younger man, he has to see for himself that he's okay.
"I'm afraid not the ICU especially the trauma ICU nurses are very strict about visiting hours and will not make exceptions even for Five-0." Major Winchester eyes Commander McGarrett, Lane briefly glances at him as well. Immunity and means unfortunately didn't hold much weight in the hospital, and twisting rules.
"We understand thank you sir." Lane tells the older man respectfully.
"We're monitoring him closely in recovery, and he'll be moved into the trauma ICU in about thirty minutes. Given the late hour this is the body's natural sleep cycle so he'll be out for the rest of the night, and probably the early morning. So, we're not allowing any visitors. I'm sorry. But if three leave your contact information, I'll happily give it to the charge nurse up there, and she'll call you in the morning around 0900 or 1000 hours after morning rounds are finished."
"Thanks doc." Lane shook the man's hand, and waits for Brianna and Ailani to do the same.
"Before I leave I strongly suggest going home and getting some rest yourselves and then you'll be up for a visit with Agent Carson tomorrow morning, he's in good hands here." Major Winchester comments before leaving.
The trio walked back to the rest of the group and give them all the good news about Evan.
"That's wonderful news." Brooke tells the two women trying to sound cheerful and happy for the two of them.
Inside she's a nervous wreck for her husband, but she's always been good at concealing her emotions. Brooke came across from the PICU wing a few hours ago when Lane had gotten news about Scott finally being brought back to surgery. An hour before she'd got the notification she'd taken her sons back to their friends' houses for the night, with promise of calling them the minute she got word on their dad. Even if it were really early in the morning.
"I can drive you back to your place Brianna, you shouldn't be driving at this hour." Havika offers quietly Marcus still asleep on his lap.
"Thank you Havi, Ailani you're coming and staying with me for the night, I know I wouldn't want to go back to an empty apartment." Brianna insists.
"Thank you, Brianna." Ailani graciously accepts. She really doesn't want to go back to an empty apartment.
"We can make a pit stop at your and Evan's place, and then drive on to Brianna's." Havika already making a plan of action in his head. And then after he'd done that, he takes Isaac's kids back to their house to get a proper night's sleep. A hospital waiting room really is no place for a child to get a decent nights' rest.
After saying a quick goodbye to the rest of the gathered group, and getting the Camaro keys back from Danny Havika departs with the promise of being back after he's dropped Brianna and Ailani off for the night.
Steve's getting restless, it's been an hour now since everyone got the update on Evan. He's now been moved from recovery to a room in the trauma intensive care unit and he's sleeping soundly in his room.
When Steve gets this way he paces, and it usually drives Danny insane, but not now. Not this time, Danny knows exactly where his husband's head is and what he's thinking right now. It's not good, there's no bringing Steve out of those intrusive thoughts this time around.
Steve happened to be the same way when he found out Scott had needed a kidney transplant. Due to severe life threatening injuries he sustained back in late 2014 after a case and resulting CRT call out gone horribly wrong.
If anything could go wrong that day it had. It just happened to be at a time where Steve wasn't even in the same zip code as his brother. No that particular day he happened to be in Columbia trying to save his then solely partner's brother's life.
This feels like that time, but about a hundred times worse. Now he's here in the same hospital in the same waiting room and he still can't do a damn thing, but wait. All Danny can do is whisper comforting words of encouragement and that Scott's in best hands there is.
Lane isn't doing much better, he's just sitting there silently in his scrub top, his partner's boyfriend sitting a few chairs away. Jeff came around 2100 last night or 9pm, at first mad thinking he'd been stood up, but then Lane explained what had happened and Jeff's tune changes immediately to one of concern, and worry.
He's been by his boyfriend's partner's side ever since. Does he feel awkward hell yes, but he has this underlying urge this need to be here even around his newly named boyfriend's wife. Who has been glaring and shooting him looks ever since he got here.
Maybe he should leave, just quietly get up claiming he needs to call and check on his son. That's right he told Steve, that about his and Scott's call while the latter was lying on the ground possibly bleeding out. He could do that, he could leave, but there's something still keeping him here. This is what a healthy relationship is and should be staying, when times get tough. When his brain and his body is telling him to do everything, but stay, that's exactly what he does. He stays.
Steve is just about ready to barge through those wooden doors marked,
RESTRICTED AREA
DO NOT ENTER
AUTHORIZED
PERSONNEL
ONLY
When out of those wooden two panel glass doors comes Major Carson, Scott's surgeon. Another man comes out along with Dr. Carson, in the same blue colored scrubs, along with a white lab coat over his scrubs. On that lab coat on the left side reads Colton Shepherd M.D., Neurology.
Major Carson grabs his New York Rangers skullcap off of his head exposing his short black cap matted hair. He shoves the skullcap in his scrub pants pocket. He may have changed his scrubs for clean ones, but it feels like there's still blood on him, he can still smell the residual copper of the blood of his patient.
"Commander McGarrett."
Steve jumps up as he hears his name. The same doctor who has treated his brother countless times before walks up to the group. He's treated Scott for gunshot wounds, stabbings, and a myriad of other traumatic injuries due to his job as a federal agent before. Having a second doctor there has never been good in Steve's experience. His mind flashing back to five years ago, and what Agent Perry had to recount to him.
"Major Carson." Steve shakes the black-haired forest green eyed doctors hand.
"This is my colleague Captain Colton Shepherd, the number one neurosurgeon in this hospital." Blake introduces his dark blond haired colleague to the Commander.
His hair the same color as Scott's actually. His brother's hair looks more, brown than blond because he started to dye it after his kidney transplant permanently changed the color to that of his kidney donor. His partner and best friend Lane, it was one of the odd side effects.
"Commander." The neurologist greets shaking the man's tan hand, his electric guitar patterned surgical cap stick out of his left coat pocket. "I wish I was meeting you outside of the four walls of this hospital." Steve agrees with the other man's statement.
"We have an update on Agent McGarrett." Blake informs the ex-SEAL. Blake briefly looks at everyone in the room. Recognizing everyone there, but the brunet man about two inches shorter than Det. Williams. Even though they are the only ones in the waiting area, hospital police is family only.
"How is he Major?" Steve asks practically on the edge of his seat.
"I can only talk to family and next of kin I'm afraid." Blake eyes the shorter man next to Danny.
"I understand." Jeff says and sits back down.
"If you all will follow us." Blake tells the family leading them away to what the hospital calls the quiet room. The five family members follow the two surgeons leaving Jeff, and Agent Perry's wife, Imani who is sleeping in the waiting room.
Once everyone is seated in the room in the plush chairs and loveseats, and the two scrub clad doctors look at each and then at the five family members sitting in front of them. Major Carson taking a brief moment to look at each and every one of them, he begins, "I'm sorry to tell you this, but Scott has fallen into an altered state of consciousness after surgery."
"He fell into a coma after surgery, we're very sorry." Captain Shepherd says. Altered state of consciousness, coma it doesn't matter they all know what that meant, what it could mean.
Lane's hazel eyes well up with angry tears, repeating the simple word. "Coma."
Steve sits back in his chair he doesn't realize he's clenching not the plush arm of his chair, but Danny's left forearm. He realizes what he's doing when Danny gently uncurls his husband's fingers from around his arm and brings them into his hand holding it tightly.
Before either surgeon gets to explain further, Lane tears running down his cheeks gets up from his seat and stalks towards the door of the conference room.
Steve turns around to see his brother's partner's hand wrapped around the gold metallic doorknob. "Where are you going?" Steve manages to ask finding his voice. It's shaky and uneven, not like his usual assured and steady Commander voice. Tears of his own in his blue hazel eyes, eyes that bore right down into Lane's soul. The other SEAL looks away quickly wiping his angry tears away with his left hand.
Lane turns briefly back and looks directly at Steve, a murderous look in his hazel eyes, "What I should have done hours ago." Lane bolts out of the room at a speed that would give Usain Bolt a run for his money.
Havika's up and out of his seat in a flash at hearing his SEAL brother's words. He throws a quick apologetic look the Commander's way and he's sprinting at a dead run after his wayward friend. Leaving three very shook up and distraught members of the McGarrett Ohana behind. Major Carson is dreading with all his being what he has yet to tell his patients' remaining family and friends.
TBC…
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