Warnings: Strong language throughout, Aftermath of gunshot and stabbing wounds.

Chapter Theme:Major H/C for our OC's, Steve and Danny angst.

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.


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Chapter 8 Part 3

After the two NCIS agents are gone Captain Shepherd speaks up a bit nervously. "We shouldn't be calling security even at this hour, should we?"

Steve wipes at his tear streaked eyes knowing it's not a good look. He doesn't care right now. "No-no he's doing what Danny and-and I as Five-0 can't do."

"What's that Commander?"

"What needs to be done." Danny answers for husband. The two doctors in front of the men and Brooke don't bother asking. Don't need or want to ask. "You, you don't need to call security Havika can handle his friend." Danny explains further, as he looks back at the two seats that both men have just vacated.

"What can you tell us about Scott, how-how bad are his injuries?" Steve asks looking not at the doctors but towards Brooke.

"Steve, babe don't you think we should wait until Lane and Havika got back, I'm sure the docs here don't want to have to repeat themselves." Butterflies forming in Danny's stomach as he says this.

He doesn't want Steve to have to go through the pain of losing a brother like he did. Even though Steve's lost men before in the SEALs men he considered brothers, losing a biological brother shouldn't be any different, but it is. Danny ultimately couldn't do that Matt couldn't save him. He doesn't want Steve to fail Scott in the same way he himself failed his own brother.

"I'm sure it won't be long Steve, Havika's used to wrangling Lane, when Scott just doesn't want to deal with his antics." Brooke tells her husband's brother.


2350 Hours, Tripler Army Medical Center, Trauma Intensive Care Unit, Moanalua, Oahu.

The further Lane gets away from the doctors and his friends' prognosis the angrier he's getting at Wilkes. Havika has now caught up to his friend just as he's reached the nurses station in the TICU.

It's ten minutes to midnight and Havika knows Lane must be look absolutely a mess to the charge nurse in front of him. The nurses by now have all been informed that there's a federal agent in their care from the shooting that took place this afternoon. The charge nurse knows a badge when she sees one and is ready for the two men when they come up.

"Ma'am I need to you see patient of yours now." Lane tries the gentle approach.

"Patient name?" She asks.

"Deacon Wilson." Lane supplies with a small growl in his throat.

"You are aware of the time aren't you Agent...?"

"Agent Lane Sullivan, NCIS, and yes ma'am I am, but this is important, a matter of security to you and everyone in this hospital."

The woman looks at the tall blond puffy eyed agent in front of her. "I'm sorry Agent Sullivan that's not possible. You'll have to come back in the morning at a more reasonable hour."

"No, you don't understand, that man Deacon Wilson is not who he says he is. His name is really Deegan Wilkes, and he...he put my partner in a coma." Lane explains fresh tears threatening to fall down his cheeks again.

Before the nurse can answer Lane Havika steps up next to his friend. "Ma'am if we could just explain the situation, I believe that would help." Havika says. So, the charge nurse takes them back to a room for them to explain what their situation is in private.

"I understand now agents thank you for telling me. I'll be sure to inform my staff, and we'll go about everything normally until you get here tomorrow." The charge nurse tells both of them.

"Have whoever his day nurse is step out of the room and immediately call me the minute he wakes up, we'll be here to do what needs to be done." Lane says to the nurse.

Havika can see the woman is a bit nervous and he'd say even scared I mean it's not every day you get a murderer staying in your intensive care unit. But as long as everyone acts normal and no one freaks and uses Wilkes' fake name everything should be fine.

"It'll be okay once he's properly secured we'll hopefully get him moved either to a different wing or to a more secure facility." Havika assures her, the nurse can easily read between the lines.

"I hope your partner will be okay." The nurse says trying to be comforting, but that just brings back a wave of emotions that Lane doesn't want to feel right now. He turns away from the nurse.

"Thank you for your cooperation we'll see you tomorrow morning." Havika bids the nurse farewell and he and Lane take the elevator back to the OR floor. What could honestly be worse than a coma what could the doctors possibly have left to say. Neither man can fathom a good outcome.


2405 Hours. June 19 2019, TAMC, 6th Floor G Wing - OR Floor - Quiet Room, Moanalua, Oahu.

Havika and Lane walk back into the room and three anxious apprehensive faces turn to them.

"Is he?" Brooke asks not needing to elaborate on who 'he' is.

"He's in one piece, nurse is a strict one over there, we explained ourselves and we're coming tomorr- er later today at a more reasonable time to take care of business." Lane informs Brooke, Steve and Danny.

Lane and Havika sit back down on the opposite sides of Brooke and look back over at the two doctor's expectantly. With an outburst like that to a coma, the two-seasoned veteran doctors don't know how their patient's loved ones are going to handle this particular news. Judging by Agent Sullivan's reaction, Commander McGarrett's reaction will be worse. So as with anything both doctors decide to bite the bullet as it were and inform their patient's family of the news.

"Scott's condition, is far more critical now than when he first came in with just the one GSW to his right leg. Due to the resulting injuries, he sustained when he collapsed down in the ER trauma room. At this rate with him having slipped into a coma, we don't expect him to survive through the day." Major Carson tells them all.

There isn't a dry eye in the room from Scott's family. Colton wisely has tissue boxes ready and hands tissues out. Small barely audible thank you's heard through the silent waterworks.

"If he makes it to the full 24 hours until Thursday morning this time it'll be a true medical miracle." Captain Shepherd informs them.

"Unlike Scott's coma from five years ago where it was medically induced to help him heal, this time his coma is natural. His brain has essentially shut down from the extent of his injuries. It rates three on the Glasgow coma scale, which is a deep coma. He's not in a complete vegetative state as the EEG shows some brain activity, but he has no motor or sensory responses at the moment."

"But what you're saying here is that there IS some hope, however dim, it's there. He might pull through this?" Havika asks.

"It's very rare that patient's do, but it's happened before."

"What exactly are his injuries Major?" Brooke asks the nurse in her wanting to know. Captain Shepherd clears his throat once taking the lead.

"If at any time, you want me to stop and explain something do so please, and I'll try and explain it as best I can in layman's terms." The assembled family and friends nod in understanding.

"He suffered a depressed skull fracture, a break in the cranium with depression of the bone in toward the brain, encompassing both the occipital and parietal lobes. Which also led to an Intraparenchymal hemorrhage. An Intraparenchymal hemorrhage is one form of intracerebral bleeding in which there is bleeding within the brain parenchyma." Captain Shepherd explains.

"What Captain Shepherd is saying is that the depressed skull fracture caused by the fall and Scott hitting his head as hard as he did caused an internal brain bleed." Brooke supplies helpfully.

"Bleeding on his brain?" Danny questions the blond-haired doctor. "That doesn't sound so good."

"It's not Detective, but I performed a craniotomy which not only relieved the built-up pressure but drained the excessive blood around his brain. A drainage tube has been placed using a small-bore hole in his head and is draining any excess blood."

Now Major Carson picks up the ball so to speak, but before he continues detailing Scott's injuries he asks, "Would you like to stop and take a breather or would you like me to continue?"

"No, continue doc we need to hear everything." Havika tells the New York born and bred doctor. The others agree no matter how bad it is they need to hear about his injuries.

"Alright then, Scott suffered a hemothorax from the fall on his IV pole, which is a collection of blood in the pleural cavity and we're draining what's left of it with a chest tube. Now the abdominal bleeding was caused by the second GSW which made itself known again when he fell on the IV pole. The GSW punctured his appendix and we first needed to remove the bullet which was done successfully, then an appendectomy was performed to remove the ruptured organ."

"What about his kidney? Is his kidney okay?" Steve asks.

"Yes, his kidney was undamaged, but since the kidney filters his blood and seeing as he lost more than 40 percent of his blood volume, we had Major Coulter Scott's nephrologist his kidney doctor on standby and we'll be monitoring his urine output much like we did when he initially had his transplant."

They all visibly sigh in relief. That's good. Okay that covers his head, and his accident in the ER what about his leg the original wound he came in with that's what everyone is thinking.

Major Carson picks up on what everyone around him is thinking. He's been systematically working through his patients' injuries from head to toe. His right leg is the only one left.

"Now concerning the GSW to his right outer distal leg, that's the one that gave us the most worry. As soon as I took the tourniquet off that Detective Williams so skillfully applied he started bleeding profusely. We believe the fall jarred the bullet just so in his leg and it hit the posterior tibial artery. If it was possible for him to lose more blood he did. We were already transfusing because of the abdominal bleeding and head injury."

"Oh God, did I do something doctor did I leave the tourniquet on too long?" Danny asks worry lining his face.

"No Detective you did everything right that you possibly could. Even when he had been brought in the tourniquet had only been on forty-six minutes. The average tourniquet can stay on from time of placement for two hours after without having any adverse effects usually. The sheer amount of blood he was losing and at the rate was losing it, the only way we could stop the bleeding, stop Scott from bleeding out, was to amputate his right leg about 5 inches below the knee."

"You amputated his leg?!" Lane explodes on the poor doctor. The doctor is used to explosive tempers his brother is half Canadian and he's a New Yorker, he's got one of the worst tempers he's seen. He's also used to family and friends of patients and their otherwise then calm reactions.

"Yes, I did it was a decision I made solely to save your partner, your brother, your friend, your husband." Major Carson looks at each person as he lists of the relationship of his patient to that particular person.

"I thought you were supposed to ask the medical proxy of the person in emergency situations." Havika asks calmly.

"Yes, normally we do, in situations that aren't immediately life threatening, Mr. Kamaka. The situation that your friend and teammate found himself in was an emergent one."

Then Captain Shepherd steps up for his colleague. "Please you all have to understand, the Major here didn't have the time to come out and ask if he could proceed, nor did he have the luxury of what he was about to do, being an organ transplant, like with what happened five years ago. He had what an hour then, yesterday last night Scott had minutes."

"It was a split-second decision." Steve speaks up quietly for the first time in several minutes.

"Yes, Commander it was, I know it may seem to some of you right now as a rash and barbaric decision in which I had no right, but I'm afraid it was either that or Scott bleeding out on our table and not even making it off the operating table."

"Though given Scott's extensive injuries and his comatose state, if he manages to come out of it, we're talking, brain damage, neurological deficient, memory loss possibly permanent. In these extreme situations, we…" Major Carson is cut off by the Commander.

"No, no no no. You're not suggesting what I think you are." Steve exclaims he's up out of his seat before he even realizes it.

Danny tries pulling Steve back down into his seat, but to no avail. He looks directly in the doctor's forest green eyes. "Is…is he likely doctor? Truthfully?"

Major Carson a somber expression his face, remarks, "Yes."

"No. No, no no, he can't be you have to be lying." Steve yells out and he's up and out of his seat and running out the door before, the voices of Danny, and Brooke yelling after him could stop him.


Danny finds Steve in one of the hospital gardens. The one with the koi pond, he's just standing there looking up at the darkened sky. Danny checks his watch its about 1:15 am. As he gets closer to his husband he makes sure to make purposeful loud movements so as not to startle the man. Which he's learned from experience is not a good thing to do.

"Steve babe." Danny calls out not asking the obvious question because the answer is obvious enough to Danny that Steve's not okay who be after they heard what they'd all heard. Steve turns slightly but not fully around he knows Danny's there though.

"Danny." Steve calls back almost as quiet.

"I'm here Steve can I come closer?"

Steve turns fully to face Danny a few feet away and runs into his arms sobbing. "Shhh it's okay babe. I know that's not what you wanted to hear, none of us wanted to hear that believe me."

Steve sniffles and runs his left hand along his face wiping the tears away. "I can't lose him Danny, we can't, oh God Mary, she doesn't know, oh God. She'll be devastated if something happens if...if." Steve can't finish that thought. "And she wasn't here."

Danny looks into his husband's blue hazel eyes and he guesses now is good a time as any to tell Steve. "Actually, Steve Mary may not know what happened yet, but she's already on a plane here right now with Joanie."

Danny manages a small smile. "What are you smiling about?" Steve asks almost angry that the other man could be smiling at a time like this.

"It was meant to be a surprise for you two, after Scott had his first accident five years ago, and then you got shot in the plane and almost died two years ago. Mary didn't like the thought of ever losing you two and being so far away again. So, she interviewed over FaceTime for a job with Hawaiian Airlines. She got the job, and she'll be based out of Honolulu, right here on the island. No more flying back and forth from here to California unless you all want to make a trip out there for some reason."

"Mary's coming here?"

"Yep, she is she's coming home, Steve she said there's nothing left for her in California anymore all her ohana is back in Hawaii."

"That's, that's great Danny, when does she get here and where's she staying?"

"Here flight gets in at 6 am, I was going to pick her and Joanie up and take her to their new house." Steve looks surprised eyes wide.

"New house?"

"Yeah, babe she's going to living here now she needs and wants her own space with Joanie it's only about a 15-minute drive, 20 minutes with traffic from our place, and about 30 minutes from Scott's house."

"That's wow, I...I'm glad she's gonna be here Danno, but I don't know what I'm gonna tell her about Scottie. How do I tell her?"

"Tell the truth babe tell her what she needs to know. I'll be with you the whole time. Right by your side."

"You will?" Steve looks over at Danny in brightly lit area outside the hospital.

"I will, Steve we'll get through this together, just like we get through everything, whatever comes our way, whatever Scott ends up needing I'll help with."

"Love you Danno."

"Love you too Steve. What do you say we go back inside, and see if we can't see Scott hmmm?"

"Yeah, okay." Steve wipes away one last stray tear before taking Danny's hand in his and walking back into the hospital, hand in hand.


0127 Hours. TAMC - Trauma Intensive Care Unit - Patient Room 636, Moanalua, Oahu.

When Steve and Danny get back to the quiet room, Lane asks if they can see Scott. He heard Evan's doctor say no, but Scott's doctors have to be different right, there's a very real possibility that he could die. Major Carson relents, and allows them to see his patient. Though under strict guidelines and rules.

They are allowed one visitor at the time for five minutes.

"You will each need to wear a surgical gown, complete with cap, mask, gloves and shoe covers to prevent the spreading of germs as with Scott's weakened immune system because of his immunosuppressant drugs for his kidney transplant leaves him highly vulnerable to infections right now. I must warn you, the sight of him might be a bit disturbing. Do you think you can handle it?"

"We've handled his excessive injuries before Major I think we can handle this." Lane says, he has to see Scott. No matter what he may look like outwardly. Has to know he's going to be okay. It's the same with Evan once the nurses will let them see him tomorrow he'll be much more relieved.

"No matter what, do not touch him! One look at him and you will feel the urge to establish a contact through a pat, a stroke, a kiss or holding of the hand but remember, you're refraining for his own good."

"Understood, Doctor," Steve remarks.

Out of everyone, they all decided that Steve and Brooke should be the first pair to gown up. While they were going in pairs they would enter Scott's room one at a time while the other pairs would wait outside the ICU. Five minutes isn't a lot of time after all.

In the scrub room, Major Carson watches as both Brooke and Steve don the surgical attire, correctly as if they've been doing this for years. It's heartbreaking that to Blake that they all know the drill and protocol. Nobody in his mind but doctors and nurses should know how to do this. Like it's a second skin.

Brooke gets halfway to her husband's room and stops. Steve could've bumped into her if he hadn't seen her at the last second.

"I can't do this right now. I'm sorry." Brooke tells Steve and the doctor. "Agent Sullivan can go in my place he needs to see him more. In the meantime, I'm going to call my boys and tell them the news and then go pick them up."

Steve and Major Carson nod in understanding. Brooke takes off all her surgical attire and disposes of it in the biohazard bin outside one of the rooms. She heads back outside of the ICU to tell Lane he can take her spot. She has to call her sons anyway. She promised she would.

Steve is the first one to visit his brother naturally, and it shocks him to his core what he sees. By the time, he got to see his brother from his accident five years ago he was well on his way to not looking like he was dying. This, this is much worse, he looks so pale and deathly sick. He knows if he were able to touch his brother right now, he'd be cold. That's because of all the blood he lost, the doctors are now replacing all the blood he lost, but still it's not a sight he thought he'd ever see his brother in.

He glances around at the medical apparatuses keeping his brother alive, and the whooshing sound of the respirator sent chills down his spine. He collects himself and edges a few feet forward as close as he dares. Not wanting to get too close and accidentally set something off.

IV lines and blood bags hung from poles, the precious life fluids flowing freely into his veins; a drainage tube filled with yellowish fluid stuck out of the side of his skull; his head and chin were swathed in thick bandages; his eyes are closed shut and Steve can almost believe that his brother is sleeping and not in a deeply unconscious state, in a coma.

A soft strap holds an endotracheal tube in his mouth, and another transparent dressing is placed over a catheter protruding from the side of his chest to remove pleural fluid and blood from his chest cavity; an arterial catheter is inserted into his jugular vein to titrate his blood pressure and collect blood gases. There are so many wires and tubes coming to and from his brother his hard to tell where he starts and where the medical equipment ends. A bed sheet mantled his body up to midriff where electrodes and gauze covered most of the surface. Steve's eyes fall on his brother's right side particularly where his right leg should be. He can't even really tell there's nothing there because of the blankets, but he knows if he looks under the blanket there'd be a stump where his brother's leg used to be.

"Hi Scottie, it's Steve what am I saying you know it's me I know you can hear me so listen up good okay. I'm sorry this is my fault, I should have seen the guy, the guy that did this and stopped you. Than you wouldn't be here, for that matter neither would Agent Perry. You can't leave me, us you understand me, and Mary and Joanie and your kids, everyone. God man you mean a lot to so many people, I can't lose my little brother you have to come back to us, Scottie please."

"I promise you Lane is doing all he can to get that bastard Wilkes, he we won't rest until he's paid for what he's done to Perry and to you. Evan's okay though, he pulled through he's going to have rehab his arm a bit, but the docs say he'll make a full recovery."

"In other news turns out Mary is coming over to stay permanently got a house and everything, Danno says it was a surprise for us. She and Joanie are moving here bro. I know our little niece Joanie would love it if her Uncle Scottie would be okay and wake up. I guess you need time to heal, but please don't take too long I can't deal with Mary all by myself, man I don't even know how to tell her, this time."

Steve wants so much to reach out and touch his brother just caress his hand or his face. The left side of his face as an NG tube taped to it shoved up his left nostril and down into his stomach feeding him. He hates seeing his brother like this, this is so much worse than he's ever seen him before and it, it downright scares him.

A nurse comes into to check Scott's vitals a sorrowful look on her face. It doesn't do Steve any good at all. She quietly tells him that his time is up and that an Agent Sullivan is on his way down.

"Okay thank you." Steve says not looking at the nurse whose increasing frown is worrying him. "I love you Scottie." Steve gives his brother's prone form one last look before passing Lane in the hallway also decked out in surgical attire. As Steve is taking his off and disposes of it in the proper biohazard bin, Lane is just entering.

"Brooke's called the boys and Havika is going to go pick them up and bring them back here." Lane tells Steve before he goes into his partner's room.

"Good, any idea how I should tell my sister about Scott?" Steve asks knowing the other man has a younger sister himself.

"My advice don't tell her to not freak out when you first call that's like a woman's natural default mode to hearing bad news. You tell her not to do something and she'll do just that. Also with Scott I'd probably tell her truth don't sugar coat it. No matter how much you may want to protect your little sister. Honesty really is the best policy in my experience."

"I appreciate the advice Lane thanks." Steve continues to walk back out of the ICU while Lane walks into his partner's room.

Lane is wrong when he tells Major Carson they can handle it. That he can handle seeing his partner hooked to so many machines and monitors and tubes coming out of almost every orifice on his body.

"McHero, you better wake up, you have to, the team needs you. Man, I'd take your place in a heartbeat you know, that right? You can't leave with me with the twenty something year olds, and Havi and Perry, I can't do this job without you dude`. You and Perry have to be okay. He's still in surgery, but I'll be back to tell you how he is when we all know." Lane sighs heavily taking a deep chest rattling breath.

"I can't lose you too man. Not like I lost Luke, yeah, he was a beach bum, you're a super tough kick ass take no prisoners SEAL, but I can't go through that again. I know you and I are the same age, but I can't lose you my kids love you. I damn it I love you like a brother man, you can't die on me. Docs says it's not good, but I, we don't believe them we've survived a helicopter crash in Afghanistan with Havi and rest of the Team guys for crying out loud you remember that. If you can come away from that with just a few bruises deep lacerations and a concussion you can make it through this Chief."

Lane leaves the room before his full five minutes are up. He's said his piece said what he needed to say, he has no doubt in his mind that his partner will pull through this. He'll wake up and then he can talk to him about what he wants to and actually have him respond. Being able to hear while in a coma is one thing getting him to respond purposely and wake up is another.


0600 Hours, June 19, 2019, 6th Floor G-Wing - OR Floor - Waiting Area, Moanalua, Oahu.

It's 0600 Wednesday morning and Lane manages to catch a few hours' sleep after he left the hospital after seeing Scott for a mere three minutes 5 and a half hours ago. When he'd gotten home he'd promptly fallen into bed and cried for a solid hour. He then went on a run at three in the morning to clear his head, and focus back on the case and what he needs to get accomplished today for both Isaac and Scott's sakes. He's extremely glad Evan made it through surgery last night. He'll be even more glad when he'll get to see him awake in the next three hours.

Dressed in jeans and a green polo shirt, with his badge, and gun clipped into his holster, fresh coffee tray in his hand he walks into the waiting area where Havika, Brianna, Ailani, and Imani, Perry's wife are waiting.

"Morning everyone." Lane greets with a smile, as he passes out coffee to everyone. They all look somewhat rested which is good. Imani tells Lane, that Agent Blackburn their boss is a Godsend and for not having kids of his own is really good with them. "Yeah, his brothers got kids. Any news yet?"

"A nurse was just out here before you came and said Isaac is out of recovery now and being taken up to imaging to get an MRI and a CT scan. His doctor should be out shortly after he's changed." Imani tells Lane.

"That's good. Where'd Steve and Danny get off to?" Lane asks Havika.

"Home. After Danny saw Scott earlier, he had to practically drag Steve away from the ICU, and prevent him from parking it right outside the ICU. It would have driven the nurses mad."

"Though Danny said he had to get up in four hours to pick up Mary and her daughter Joanie from the airport. Their plane just landed, and he and Steve collectively decided to take them back to their house for now. They have to check in with their team in a few hours and check the lead they got. They'll be back with Mary and possibly little Joanie, and the boys at visiting hours after rounds at 0900." Havika informs his friend.

"Than we have time to do what you and I have to, without interference from big brother."

The small group didn't have to wait long before a Havika sees the same doctor that rushed his partner and boss into emergency surgery comes through those wooden double doors.

"Family of Agent Perry." Grant calls out to the room, that's already filled with a few people even though it's just barely 6 am. He sees Havika his patient's partner and who he assumes is his patient's wife.

Havika and Imani stand up. "How is he doctor how's my husband?" Imani asks as she clutches the tall man's hand beside her for support. Just like Lane had seen Evan's doctor do to Brianna, he motions for them to follow him to the other side of the room.

Once they're all seated, Major Anderson begins his rundown of his patient's injuries.

"Agent Perry has made it through surgery. He was stabbed six times in the back. Unfortunately, there were some complications. There were three clean cuts on his lower back. Hitting no organs and such. But the other three, I am afraid are very serious. When he got stabbed the knife nicked his spleen, the knife was twisted and it tore up his entire spleen. The damage was irreparable. I performed a full splenectomy to remove the damaged organ. The good news is he can live without a spleen."

"There was a stab wound near his heart." There are audible gasps at that from the two sitting before Major Anderson. "It should be fine, but the scar tissue could reach his heart and his heart could go into cardiac arrest. But for now, we don't have to worry about that. We'll control the wound as it heals. The wound that punctured his right lung caused his lung to collapse, but should be fine. Therefore, he has a thoracotomy tube on the right side. Isaac may be short of breath for a while but that should be okay once he gets some of his strength back."

"The worst case is he develops bronchopneumonia from the collapsed lung and having a breathing tube down his throat. Bronchopneumonia is a type of pneumonia that causes inflammation of the lungs. We'll be monitoring him closely in the ICU for symptoms, such as breathing difficulty, chest pain that may get worse with coughing, coughing up mucus, sweating and chills or shivering. Which are all symptoms you can keep an out for once he's awake. That's like I said the worst-case scenario. He could be completely fine when I wake him up."

"Doctor I can't help but notice you keep saying when you wake him up won't he just wake up on his own?" Imani asks her husband's doctor.

"I've had to place your husband in a medically induced coma for the next 48 hours to help him heal. If everything looks alright on the MRI and CT scans on the third day Friday, I'll see about waking him up. Now there's no need to worry a medically induced coma isn't like a natural coma, it's more of a heavily drug induced sleep. Your husband is critical, but with precautions in place, we don't foresee any major problems."

"Thanks for explaining doctor." Havika tells the man.

"Isaac is heading up for an MRI and a CT scan as we speak. The last wound almost cut his spinal cord in half. If the knife entered his body with the blade horizontal he would've been paralyzed. Luckily the blade entered vertical. I'm waiting for the results to see if there is any damage to his spinal cord. I guess there might be some swelling around his spinal cord that may cause a numb feeling in his extremities, but that will be temporarily. With rest and maybe some PT he will be fine."

"After the CT, he will be in the TICU, the Trauma Intensive Care Unit. He lost a lot of blood before and during the surgery, and for that he'll receive a blood transfusion. We placed him on a ventilator to support his breathing. And he will be asleep for the next 48 hours. Just so his body can rest. I may sound optimistic, but he's clearly not out of the woods yet."

"I know it seems like a lot to take in, it is. But Isaac is a fighter. If you have any questions at all, just ask." Grant writes down his personal cell number on the back of his business card. "Call day or night. Once Isaac is set up in his room in the trauma intensive care unit, I'll come and get you so you can see him, and call me Grant please I guess we'll be seeing a lot of each other."

With that Major Anderson leaves to go check on his patient up in radiology. Imani is crying.

Havika sees this and immediately starts to comfort her. "Imani this is good news. It's like the doctor said he's tough a fighter. He'll make it through the other side as good as new."

"Oh, Havi I'm not upset I'm happy." Imani brushes a few tears from her eyes. "I'm he's not in immediate danger anymore. I feel bad because Scott is much worse off than Isaac is and he did what he did to save Scott's life."

"It's what we guys do Imani, we may have worn different colors and had different missions, but we all flew under the same flag fought for the same country. Isaac would do what he did for any one of us." Havika tells his partner's wife.

"I know, he'd give you the shirt off his back. It's who he is how he was raised. Speaking of raised I think I better his parents in New Orleans and tell them the news get them a flight out here.

"Don't worry about that I'll have our boss Agent Blackburn take care of that. You just focus on Isaac. Let's go over and tell Brianna and Lane the news, than Lane and I have to go take care of some business. You'll be okay with Brianna while I go, won't you?"

"Yes, we'll be fine, thank you for staying with me Havika."

"Not a problem Imani." Havika says as they near both Lane and Brianna again. The former already up and out of his seat checking his holster and badge again.

"Isaac's made it through surgery, but there were complications, they had to remove his spleen and he has a chest tube because of his collapsed lung. The doctor put him in a medically induced coma to heal and he'll possibly bring him out of it on Friday. I could tell he's cautiously optimistic."

"His survivability rate right now is 50/50."

"Well let's hope and pray it's 50% survival and he pulls through we'll keep him in our prayers Imani. Come on Agent Kamaka time to pay a friend of ours a little visit." Lane says.


0811 Hours, Tripler Army Medical Center, Trauma Intensive Care Unit, Moanalua, Oahu.

Nor Lane or Havika had gotten a call from the nurses' station yet, rounds have been going for about an hour now and they were just waiting at the nurses station. "Hey Sullivan look who's coming out of sleeping beauty's room." Agent Kamaka points slightly to a man in a white lab count carrying a clipboard.

"Sleeping beauty's doctor perfect." Agent Sullivan pushes himself off the nurses station where he's been leaning and starts to walk over to the man. "Excuse me doctor, you are the doctor for Mr. Wilson are you not."

"Yes, I am, visiting hours aren't for another hour though if you're a friend..."

"Oh, sir we're far from friends of Mr. Wilson." Agent Kamaka pulls out his identification from his back pocket showing his NCIS I.D. "NCIS, Special Agent Kamaka, my partner Special Agent Sullivan, we were told we've been called immediately upon Mr. Wilson's waking."

"He's not Mr. Wilson, he's Mr. Deegan Wilkes. He's a perp in our investigation we're here to arrest him."

"I'm sorry the nurses hadn't gotten a chance to information me. Yes, agents do what you must. May I ask what he did?"

"Let's just say he put three of our teammates including my partner in the hospital and leave it at that." Lane tells the doctor simply. He doesn't need to know exactly what he did, just that he's getting arrested for it.

"Of course, I'll let you get on with what you need to do. All I ask is that you try not to make too much a disturbance this is the trauma intensive care unit and our patients in here are critical and need their rest."

"Hmm critical my ass." Lane mutters to himself.

"Sorry." The doctor says.

"Uh, nothing, doc what room is he in?"

"That room right over." The doctor points.

"Thanks doc I'll make sure my partner here doesn't make too much of disturbance." Havika tells the doctor. The man nods and walks off as Havika and Lane make their way to Wilkes' room.


0814 Hours, Tripler Army Medical Center, TICU Patient Room 626, Moanalua, Oahu.

Lane walks into Wilkes' room with Havika behind him. Havika closes the sliding glass door to the room. Havika is really only there to make sure Lane doesn't do something reckless and stupid like his gun on the man in the bed before they can handcuff him.

"Wakey wakey sunshine. Remember me?" Lane asks as he rouses the man in the bed.

Wilkes turns over in his bed careful not to jar his shoulder any at hearing the voice. He looks up and he immediately reaches back for the call button.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you, the nurses won't help you now, it's over Wilkes they know who you are." Havika informs the man in the bed. "Care to do the honors Agent Sullivan."

Lane's already got his handcuffs out from the holder on the back of his belt and is swinging them leisurely around a finger. "With pleasure Agent Kamaka."

"No, wait you can't do this I have rights you gotta read me my rights!" Wilkes yells out trying to stall them.

"Do we?" Lane asks turning to his temporary partner a questioning look on his face.

"Hmm, nope I don't think we do see here Wilkes we got a little something called video evidence that puts you at the scene of the crime of Gunnery Sergeant Hurley's murder Monday, and there were about a dozen or so witnesses that saw you shoot Agent McGarrett."

"You can't prove jack shit for the Marine." Wilkes tries defending himself weakly.

"Oh, but we can, you see not only do we have video evidence and little thing called facial recognition, we've got your prints all over Hurley's room and we found the gun with your prints on it. Seems to me you're not as professional as you led everyone to believe." Havika recounts to Wilkes.

"Deegan Wilkes you're under for the murder of Gunnery Sergeant Dennis Hurley, and the premeditated attempted murder of Special Agent Scott McGarrett." Lane tells Wilkes as the man is now trembling slightly in fear. Lane feels extremely satisfied when he hears the click of the cuff around the man's right wrist cuffing him to the bed. "You're through Wilkes you're reign of terror is over."

"Let's get out of here Agent Sullivan I think if I spend any more time here I'll start to lose brain cells."

"You're right it reeks of stupidity in here." Lane scrunches up his nose. Both men turn to leave the room when Wilkes makes a rather loud exclamation.

"Wait wait!" Wilkes exclaims hurriedly before they leave after he's handcuffed to the right side of his bed.

"What?" Lane growls turning on his heel to face the man whose caused his partner and best friend so much hurt.

"I…I want protection. You have to provide that right?"

"Protection!" Lane balks at the man lying in the bed in front of him. Looking pretty healthy and not weak if you asked him.

"All we have to provide..." Havika starts "Is a guard outside your room, and even then that's not really for you it's for everyone else on this floor and in this hospital in case you try and do something stupid like escape."

"What crack are you smoking Wilkes what are earth makes you think we'll provide you with reasonable protection?" Lane asks knowing the man meant by protection. He wants protection from somebody to ensure he won't be touched.

"Because Rutherford's nuts man, he'll kill me for going off book for being there when I wasn't supposed to be. If he finds out I'm as good as dead man."

"Is that so why should we care, if you're dead you're one less part of our case we have to deal with." Lane retorts.

"Plus, you put three of team members, in the hospital, including his partner, that seems like a fair trade don't you think so Agent Sullivan." Havika turns to his friend who is smiling a wicked smile.

"I think so I'm pretty sure Rutherford could think up so pretty nasty ways to kill a guy like you."

Wilkes is worrying his bottom lip nervously maybe these agents can't be reasoned with. He has to try at least if it'll give him time to plan, he still needs time to think of a plan out of here.

"Because while I may not be able to give you a location on Rutherford..." Wilkes starts.

Lane advances further into the man's space by the bed. "I...I can tell you what Rutherford has planned next, what he's going to do."

This seems to have peaked the two agents interest. Yes, he has them right where he wants them.

"Alright spill it and don't leave anything out." Lane demands giving his own version of the SEAL death glare.

"We want everything you know everything every little detail." Havika adds.

Wilkes starts talking, before they know it it's been twenty minutes. "That's all I know I swear it."

"See what cooperating gets you." Lane says as they turn to finally leave the room again.

"So, you'll do it you'll get me protection?" Wilkes asks hopefully.

"Oh, we never said that." Lane remarks a smirk on his face as he and Havika leave Wilkes' room.

"Hey, hey come back here!" Wilkes yells but his cries and yells fall on deaf ears.

Outside Wilkes' ICU cubicle room Havika is smiling at Lane. "You're one wicked SOB you know that."

"Hey I learn from the best. Rounds are almost over I think that Jackson and Kali deserve a break, don't you?"

"I think so, you're right. I wonder how Danny's taking driving Steve's sister?"

"You and me both, I for one do not envy that man right now." Lane says as the two of them make their way out of the TICU and head down to the PICU wing on the opposite side of the floor to relieve their teammates.


Two Hours Earlier - 0610 Hours. Daniel K. Inouye International Airport, Honolulu, Oahu.

Steve was waiting with leis and pukka shell necklaces for his sister and niece when he finally spots them in the crowd. Joanie at six years old now was carrying a backpack of her own and rolling a small cartoon patterned suitcase behind here.

Joanie saw her Uncle Steve before her Mommy, her Mommy expecting her Uncle Danny to be picking them up. Joanie called out to her first favorite Uncle. "Uncle Steve!" Joanie exclaimed excitedly as she ran towards the taller man.

Steve crouched down and scooped up his niece in a big hug. It's then that Mary sees her daughter in a man's arms, no not just any man her brother, Steve. "Hi Uncle Steve what'cha doin' here supposed to be a surprise?"

"Hi Joanie, I know it's supposed to be a surprise but you know Uncle Danno isn't very good at keeping secrets."

"Oh, he's not is he?" Mary asked her brother over her daughter's head.

"Hey sis surprise!"

"I thought I was supposed to say that. Where's Danny? He was supposed to pick us up so we could surprise you and Scott."

At the mere mention of his brother, Steve held his niece up higher and tighter in his arms. "Well Mar, D overbooked himself and forgot he had to take Charlie to his summer camp that starts today. So, you got me instead, he should be driving to Rachel's to pick Charlie up now and then he's going to drive the hour it takes to get to the summer camp site and then drive back."

Mary could tell there's more to what her older bro was saying, but she didn't push yet not with Joanie within earshot and not distracted by a phone or book.

As if Steve was reading Mary's mind he whispered, "I'll tell you everything once we get to HQ."

Mary doesn't miss the fact that Steve said HQ and not to his house or her new house she'd bought. Something definitely wasn't right here and she wanted answers.

Come on Joanie Bee you want to see where me and your Uncle Danny work."

"Yeah Uncle Steve let's go." Joanie made squirmy motions to get down and Steve let her, but before she could get too far, Steve grabbed her hand up again.

"Careful Joan sweetheart its busy in the airport and Uncle Steve doesn't want you getting lost." Steve explained to his niece.

"Okay Uncle Steve." Joan said, she looks at the pukka shell necklace her uncle was holding. "Is that for me?"

"It sure is." Steve puts it and a lei around her neck. He turned to his sister and put a lei around her neck too. "Welcome home sis."

"Thanks Steve." Mary collected her bags and her daughters and then sister brother and niece head out of the airport to Steve's waiting Silverado.


One Hour Later 0712 Hours. Aloha Beach Summer Camp - Parking Lot, North Shore, Oahu.

Danny had easily taken care of the guys who had been following himself and Charlie in a dark blue sedan since they left Rachel's house an hour ago. He didn't make that big of a show of telling the guys off. At least in his mind he hadn't.

"Charlie buddy stay here in the car for a minute okay, Danno gotta talk some people okay."

"Okay Danno." Charlie said in the backseat of the Camaro. He's all dressed in his little boardies and Aloha Beach Summer camp t-shirt. He couldn't wait to see his best friend Tino and all some of his friends from school.

Danny got out of the Camaro and stalked over toward the blue sedan and wrapped his knuckles on the window. A man rolled down the window. "Don't try anything boys." Danny discreetly gets out his badge and shows it to them. "This is a kids' camp I don't see any kids with you, I suggest you leave, NOW gentlemen."

"Why?" One man the man in the passenger seat asked.

"Because you don't want me mess up that pretty face of yours." Danny told the man. Danny looked back at his Camaro and Charlie wasn't looking his way at all. Danny put his badge back on his belt and reached into the car as he grabbed the man by the front of his shirt. "I don't know why you're following me, but I don't want to see you anywhere near me or my family ever again you get me. You give your boss a message for me. You don't mess with Five-0."

The men nodded their heads. "I need a verbal answer gentlemen."

"Yes, yes okay man we get it" Thug 1 in the driver's seat said. Their boss was going to be pissed they got caught by Williams. He wasn't even supposed to be the Detective taking his kid, it was supposed to be the wife taking the kid. Plans changed apparently.

"Good glad we have an understanding now put that car in drive and get the hell outta here." Danny shoved the man back into the passenger seat.

Danny watched the car back up and speed out of the parking lot. Satisfied Danny walked back to his car where Charlie was still thankfully waiting for him.

"Are we gonna go now Danno. I want to see Tino and my friends?" Charlie asked innocently.

Danny leaned back through the window of his car and looked at his six-year-old son in the backseat. "Not yet buddy, you and I forgot to do something very important." Danny told his son.

"What's that Danno?" Charlie asked raking his little brain to determine what they could have possibly forgotten.

"We forgot to say goodbye to Uncle Steve. I can't leave you at camp without having said good-bye, now can I?"

Charlie looked shocked, "Oh no Danno I can't leave yet, we have to go say goodbye to SuperSEAL. Let's go." Charlie exclaimed.

"We'll go in a minute bud, Danno's just has to make a call really quick. You just hang tight and we'll be going soon okay."

"Alright Danno."

Danny made a call to the camp's main coordinator and told him that Charlie wouldn't be making the first day of camp due to a family emergency. Which was partly true so Danny didn't feel totally bad lying to coordinator. After he makes that call he makes a call to Rachel.

Rachel picked up on the third ring. Danny looked at his watch it was early still. Rachel hadn't a need to be up. She most likely had gone back to sleep after she'd made sure Charlie had everything he needed for his camp today.

"Daniel what is it?" Rachel asked tiredly. "Did Charlie forget something?"

"No, no Rachel nothing like that. Listen Rachel is Grace still at the house?" Danny asked. "Rachel? Are you still there?"

Rachel set up straight in bed and swung her legs over the side of her bed, as she slipped her feet into her slippers. "Daniel you're scaring me what's going on?"

"Could be nothing honestly, but just answer my question is Grace still home with you?" Rachel gets up checks her daughter's room, and finds it empty, she started to panic. Thinking all sorts of things. She took the stairs two at a time and found a note in the kitchen on the counter. She read the note and she feels marginally better. She's just with a friend, her best friend, a boy, but her friend is going through a really hard time. What with his dad in the hospital.

"No Daniel she's not I just found a note in the kitchen from her. And her keys and surfboard are gone. She's gone to Jacob McGarrett's house."

"Okay Rachel what time did she leave?"

"The note doesn't say."

"Rachel, I need you to breathe for me I'm sure Grace is fine. She's with Jake, he's a good kid you know this. She's just helping out a friend."

"By going surfing at 6:00 in the morning Daniel?!"

May he should have told Rachel about Scott earlier. Well now Grace knows about her Uncle Scott, Jake must have called her from the hospital or from his house. He'll admit that's not the way that Danny wanted Grace to find out. After all, nor Grace or Charlie would be able to see their Uncle until one he was conscious and two he was out of the ICU.

"Rachel I'll call Grace okay find out where she is alright unless the note says where?"

"No, it doesn't, it just says she's gone to Jake's house, please make sure she's okay."

"I will Rachel you have my word. I've got to go now. Rachel I'll call back when I know where she's at okay."

"Thank you, goodbye Daniel."

"Bye Rachel." Danny hung up the phone. Danny was going to call Jerry first to see if he could get him to ping Grace's phone, but he had someone else to call first. Danny looked back at Charlie again he was looking out at the window and he saw some of his friends gathering about. He hoped his Daddy would hurry up so they could go to Uncle Steve really quickly.

Danny dialed Steve's number and he thankfully picked up on the first ring. "Hey Danno Charlie get off to camp okay? I've got Mary and Joanie at HQ. I've told Tani to take Joanie to the vending machine. Danny? Hello Danny?"

Danny swallowed a lump that formed in his throat. "Steve we've got a problem." Danny said down the line trying to quell his rising panic.

Silence on the other end was all Danny heard. "Steven!?"


TBC...

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The hospital arc I guess you could call it ends in part 4. Will the team end up with more questions than answers, will they finally get the answers they've been searching for? And what of our hospitalized OC's?

All will be revealed in part 4, or will it? Coming soon to a computer screen near you.

Till next time folks!