Warnings: Strong language throughout, Evidence of violent torture; Torture, Gun Violence, Gun shots

Chapter Rating: M for violence and torture

Disclaimer: I don't own Hawaii Five-0, or its characters they belong to CBS. 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.


Chapter 14 Part 1

The combined efforts of NCIS, HPD, and Five-0 proved to be no match for the former Marine Staff Sergeant turned serial killer. Despite countless hours searching well into the night and early next morning the teams came up empty. No sign of Wilkes anywhere in the places they've looked. Needless to say, there are more than a few unhappy people. The governor being one of them she wants this man found and found soon, she doesn't want this man on her island any more than they do.

"He planned this right from the start somehow I just know it or at least the recent events." Havika says later the next morning at the office.

After the island-wide search is called off everyone goes home for the night. All except Havika and Lane. "Hey dude take it easy there's no way you can know that no way any of us can know that." Lane tells his friend from where he's sitting perched on top of the corner of Isaac's desk. "He's obviously smarter than we give him credit for. It's late er rather early you should go home, be with your kids. You've been nonstop go go go since you took up the temp unit chief position."

"But..." Havika tries to argue with his older friend.

"If he's still on this island somewhere we'll find him we're not giving up. Not after what this psycho did."

You're damn right we're not giving up, especially after what he did. Havika thinks to himself as he gets up from his desk and collects his things. He looks at his watch as he does. 0309 hours. He'll catch a few hours of rack time before they're at the search again. Meanwhile Wilkes is miles ahead of them literally, and already formulating his new plan for revenge with the new information he's been able to obtain.


1235 Hours. 25 June 2019 - Tuesday, Honolulu Int'l Airport - Arrivals Terminal, Honolulu, Oahu.

Brianna is suitably wary and suspicious as the eight Navy service members follow them off the plane as first class gets to deplane first. They'd followed them from Chicago, and then their layover in LAX. Brianna wonders if she'll be seeing any of them on the six o'clock news. Yes, she's that kind of person at times. She can't help it, with her job and everything they've been dealing with in the past week.

Brianna shakes her head as the eight service members grab their green sea bags off the carousel and walk out the doors to an awaiting shuttle. Brianna presumes to take them to the base or their hotel she doesn't quite now. She puts that and them out of her mind when she and Evan grab their own luggage off the carousel. As they are walking off the plane she's texted Havika to tell let him know their flight got in safely and they've landed.

She's even more surprised to see the welcome wagon they've got for their arrival back to Honolulu.

"Wow this is not what we were expecting, what's going on?" Brianna asks.

"Yeah I'm with my partner on this what's up." Evan asks he notices the large group of people looking out at them. They all have duffel bags, with name tapes clearly velcroed onto them and there are even two sniper rifle cases.

"Follow me and I'll update you two on the way." Havika tells his two younger teammates.

As the large group is walking through the arrival terminal to the departure terminal they're getting all kinds of looks. One for their large group, two for their oddly shaped luggage, and three they're all wearing either badges on their hips, Five-0 and HPD or badges on chains around their necks, NCIS. all the other passengers give the large group a wide berth as they walk towards their destination on the other side of the airport.


1255 Hours. Honolulu Intl Airport - Departures Terminal - Boarding Gate 12, Honolulu, Oahu.

It takes twenty minutes to walk from one side of the airport to the other. When the group finally get to their departure gate, Havika sits Brianna and Evan down. He proceeds to explain what's happened since he last checked in with them.

"That explains the large group." Evan says. Than he looks over at the six Five-0 members. "How'd you manage to convince the Governor to let them come along?"

"Oh that wasn't me that was Blackburn, he convinced her that in order to find this S.O.B. we needed all the manpower we could get. And that the island could survive one day a few hours really at most with Five-0. The rest of HPD can handle whatever comes their way." Havika explains.

"And the HPD officers are tagging along because..." Brianna asks she notes the four Hawaiian police officers in civvies talking quietly amongst themselves.

"Manpower, backup, and also to ease whatever ruffled feathers there may be about other law enforcement officers and federal agents on their turf."

"Turf what is this high school football, and we're staking claim to a dirt lot to play football. We're going after a perp that's somehow managed to get off the island." Brianna wants to roll her eyes at Havika's previous statement.

"That we are Agent Seeger, but this is just to make sure we don't step on any toes we don't want to be seen as running roughshod over another police department."

"Since when in the almost three years I've been in this unit on this team have we worried about ruffling feathers and running roughshod over other departments or agencies?"

"Umm Brianna how about since our boss' boss is seemingly tagging along with us to even out the playing field a little." Evan comments looking over to where the CRT operatives have gathered and seem to be going over plans in a huddle. It's than that Evan remembers Havika telling him once that their boss now, was once the team lead of the CRT component of the unit before he got promoted. So, it makes sense for him to come along too. It not only evens out the team for Lane, but it gives him someone familiar to work with since they're a man down.

Plus, it's not like the Assistant special agent in charge can't handle things at the office while Blackburn is away for a few hours at most.

"So, Blackburn's actually participating in this operation?" Brianna asks. "He's not just overseeing it."

"No, he's not just overseeing it. He's participating fully got permission for Director Vance and everything and told to be careful. This is after all a CRT led operation they're taking point on this, the rest of us are just back up. I'll you more details once we get there. Oh, Evan I know you're not going to like this, but you can't come with us, this is against doctor's orders no field work."

Evan looks to the other groups and back to his temporary boss. He knows if Agent Perry were here he'd be saying the same thing. No field work means no field work. Participating in any capacity in a CRT operation is considered field work. He's only been cleared for that little jaunt to Chicago to handover with Brianna and then he's supposed to be back home.

If he remembers right Havika got his doctor to change his first physical therapy appointment to later this afternoon. In about three hours at 3 o'clock.

"I understand Agent Kamaka. I'd be a liability and I don't want anyone else getting hurt."

"Good choice glad you see it my way, Ailani should be here to pick you up in twenty minutes."

Evan is shocked and he doesn't know what to say. Then he does. "You...you planned this somehow. Even if I did try and get on that plane, there was no way I was going to was there."

"Nope 'fraid not partner. But don't worry Agent Kamaka and I'll be fine we're back up anyway." Brianna tries to assure Evan.

"Alright just look out for each other, yeah. Wilkes is a nasty dude tricky. And I want updates when you can give them. Where are you all going anyway?"

"Maui, it's a long story that I don't have time to tell about how we figured it out, but we did. We'll catch him and bring him back. Or not it depends on whether or not Agent Sullivan goes postal on Wilkes or not." Havika tells Evan and Brianna. Or me for that matter. Havika thinks to himself. He won't be able good to us with a broken jaw, and we can't take him beaten and bloodied back onto a commercial flight.

"I'm sure you'll all do what's right for everyone involved." Evan gets up from his seat and gathers his bag with his clothes, gear and team souvenirs in it. "I better get going before Ailani starts to worry about me."

"Don't worry about me I'll be fine." Brianna hugs and waves goodbye to Evan.

"Stay safe out there Seeger." Evan calls back as he walks away from the gate leaving the group on their own. Once Evan leaves Havika and Brianna head over to where the others of their unit have gathered to converse.


1340 Hours. A block away from Whalen Residence, Maui HI

"Okay we've got confirmation from Maui PD, that the Whalen children and the wife aren't home. It's only Declan and Deegan in the house." Lane informs the gathered teams of tactical clad law enforcement members.

"Which means we've got authorization to use lethal force if necessary." Blackburn tells, them. "I'm just a willing participant in this operation, Agent Sullivan has the final say in what happens here today. This is his operation so he leads. What he says goes is that understood?" He gets nods from Five-0 and the HPD officers. "Alright now I'll turn it over to Agent Sullivan."

Lane decked out in his tactical gear from head to toe including helmet and current weather it reminds Lane of the McManis warrant arrest they served over eight weeks ago now. He can still hear his partner's voice in his head from that day. Quit your whinin' and focus Sully. So that's exactly what he does he focuses on the task at hand.

"Thank you for the introduction Agent Blackburn, now we've gone over the plan three times, the good thing is that we have the element of surprise he has no idea we're even here. We know from Maui PD's welfare checks in the past two hours Declan Whalen is being held hostage by his older brother. Wilkes the older brother is emotionally unstable, he thought his brother was dead for the past nine years thanks to a cover up operation involving two than Navy SEALs. Whalen didn't like the path his brother was following down and he wanted out. So an NCIS team from San Diego helped fake his death, with the help of the two Navy SEALs, Chief Petty Officer Kamaka and Master Chief Petty Officer McGarrett. Wilkes blames Master Chief McGarrett for his brother's apparent death. He's also angry over the fact that his younger brother hid from him for nine years. He feels betrayed. Our objective here today is to bring Deegan Wilkes in alive on three counts of murder, and three counts of attempted murder of a federal agent."

Agent Kamaka Agent Seeger you, the HPD, and Five-0 are going to strategically placed around the perimeter of the house in case he Wilkes' decides to rabbit." Blackburn continues. "Now this next part is very important. "Officer Kalakaua, Officer Matua you two will be our snipers placed on the roofs of the houses across the street. We need Wilkes alive. I know it's not usually what we call snipers in for. We usually want kill shots, but that's why you're shooting nonlethal rounds. We can't have either of you miss and accidentally hit something vital. If you have the disabling you shot you take it don't hesitate."

Both former and current HPD officers nod their heads in understanding. "Good everyone knows where they're supposed to be and what they're doing?" Sullivan asks the group. Everyone nods their heads. "Right stay liquid."

"Fill the gaps." Blackburn, Lahele, and Santiago chant back to Sullivan.

"I got your six Sullivan." Blackburn tells Lane.

"Let's roll out." Sullivan commands everyone gets in their borrowed black SUV's courtesy of Maui county FBI office.


1355 Hours. Outside Whalen Residence, Maui HI

With everyone in position and vehicles clear of sight lines from the house so if Wilkes were to look out the window, he won't be able to see any vehicles that look out of place. Just like all those weeks ago now it seems the team of four agents stack up against the left side of the front door.

Jackson as pointman of the team is first in line, than Kali, than Lane and then Blackburn. Weapons at the ready and prepared to breach Jackson looks back at his teammates. "Should we knock or..."

"No, I've always preferred the more direct approach what about you Agent Sullivan?" Blackburn asks.

"Direct's more my style I've never been one for a knock and see." Lane replies. "Do it breach on 3."

Jackson nods his head in agreement, and positions himself in front of the door. "I...2...3" Jackson held up three fingers in silent countdown and then kicked in the door with his steel toed black combat boots. "Police! We have a warrant!" Jackson yells as he and the others enter the house and fan out long range weapons drawn as they search the first floor of the house.

The inside of the house is quiet, almost too quiet. No, they can't have gotten it wrong could they? Lane questions himself as he's searching the kitchen. No, they're not wrong both men are definitely here the mess in the kitchen is evidence of that. Wilkes is feeding his brother and giving him water as seen by the jugs of Arrowhead water on the countertop.

Lane walks out to the lanai, no pool but decent places to hide. If Wilkes is holding his brother hostage he won't be doing it outside. As he's about to go back inside the house he sees barely a wisp of one of the curtains move from the upstairs bedrooms.

Lane radios is findings to the team. "Santiago, upstairs window movement south side bedroom."

"On the move boss." Jackson replies.

"We're on it." Kali affirms.

The four of them stack up on the stairs, this time with Lane in front, then Kali then Blackburn and then Jackson. They proceed to make their way as quiet as they can up the stairs, and to the location. The door that correlates to the window that Lane saw move is the last room at the end of the hall.

This has to be the master bedroom Kali thinks. It's the biggest bedroom in the house it's where I'd hold a hostage.

Lane makes the hold on three sign with his left hand and then, contrary to how the front is opened Lane simply twists the handle slowly, and pushes it open. What he sees shocks him to his core.

Nobody knows what to say too stunned at the horrific sight they're looking at. Wilkes is standing over his younger brother's stripped down form except for his boxers. Wilkes is holding a whip in his bloodied right hand. Wilkes' hands are bloody and bruised, but that's not comparison to how Declan looks. For starters Declan is on his knees bound by thick ropes he's blindfolded with a thick black material wrapped around his eyes.

Declan's body is almost unrecognizable underneath all the bruises, cuts, scratches, whip lashes. All angry and red and Kali can see what looks like tear tracks down the younger man's face. Jackson turns away from the gruesome scene when spots the blood stains on the front of Declan's boxers.

"Oh, my God, what did you do to him?" Kali whispers.

Lane is all intent to go rushing in there and giving Wilkes a beat down of his own, but all that rage all that anger he's been holding in for the past six days leaves at the sight in front of him. The cruel senseless act that's been committed in front of him is stopping from moving forward. He's literally can't move he's frozen in disbelief. The doctors were wrong, Wilkes is truly psychotic and has no care for human life at all. If what he did to Scott four years ago is anything to go by, this is a step up from that.

Blackburn is the one to finally take charge and confront the older Wilkes. "Deegan Wilkes..." Blackburn starts. Just than Wilkes turns around at the sound of another voice in the room. The agents are all prepared to give chase or shoot the man should he try and escape. They've also got non-lethal rounds in their long range weapons.

There's a look of satisfaction, of glee, and something else none of them can place on Wilkes' face as he turns to look at the federal agents.

"Drop the whip Wilkes!" Blackburn demands gun pointed at the man. "Drop it now!"

That's an alliteration you know whip Wilkes. He deserved it you know just like they all did just like McGarrett. My brother he left me he abandoned me. He deserved it. Shame his kids and wife weren't here I would've made them watch."

"You sick son a- jerk face." Kali tapers off with the swear. She doesn't apologize like she normally does.

"Drop the whip Wilkes or I will shoot you!" Lane shouts he clicks off the safety on his gun.

Wilkes drops the torture implement, and just now the agents are taking in the room and it's appearance and all the torture devices and apparatuses. It looks like a medieval torture dungeon.

He knows he's caught now there's no use in running, or jumping out the window like that idiot McManis did. He doubts Agent Sullivan will jump in after him. In fact he'd probably watch him splat on the hard ground below. At least he got his fun in while he could. He's had several hours of fun with his younger brother.

"I got him Sullivan you take care of Declan." Blackburn looks at the younger agent of three years. Lane nods and proceeds to make his way over to the kneeling man. The first thing he does is check his pulse. He's got one, barely but it's there, he removes his fingers from the man's neck and they came back tinged with red.

"Agent Lahele, go radio the others, get EMS on perimeter standby we're gonna need them." Lane orders Kali. Kali nods and runs back out of the room.

"On your knees, Wilkes hands behind your head interlace your fingers." Blackburn instructs of the man. "You have cuffs Agent Santiago?"

"Yes, right here." Jackson pulls out his cuffs from a side pocket. He watches as Blackburn still with hands firmly around Wilkes wrists takes the cuffs and pulls the man's arms off his head and behind his back cuffing him.

Wilkes successfully cuffed and secure Blackburn hauls the shorter man up. "Come on, on your feet." Blackburn looks over at Lane who's been assessing the younger brother's condition. "How is he? He gonna make it?"

"Yes, he'll live." Lane states professionally and calmly. As Lane has the ropes cut and he takes the blindfold off. "Easy Mr. Whalen, we're the police NCIS." Lane points to the big white NCIS letters on the front of his black tactical vest. "You're safe now we're going to help you."

"Ah pity I was sure he'd die." Wilkes retorts. Blackburn ever the calm man in his higher position and epitome of professionalism whirls around on his feet and punches Wilkes clean across the face. Hard enough to split the other man's lip a spray blood a little in Lane and little bro Wilkes' direction.

"I didn't...I didn't tell him...kept, kept my word." Declan struggles to speak between his severely bruised face and clearly either broken or dislocated jaw. He's in obvious pain and Lane needs to get him to EMS outside immediately.

"Didn't tell him what?" Lane asks.

"Bout' other guy there." Declan says. Lane looks thoroughly confused and he's thinking back to the case file dated back in '09, and Havika being cagey about the case file, and Scott's criminal record. He's starting to connect the dots somewhat.

"You did good Marine, a Marine never lies, cheats, or steals. Time to get the medical attention you need." Lane tells Declan. "Santiago, you help Blackburn, I'll handle the handoff with EMS."

"You got it Agent Sullivan." Jackson watches as Lane helps the injured man walk towards the door and down the hallway and outside of his house.

"Move it Wilkes let's go. Santiago when we get outside I want you to coordinate with Maui PD and get their crime scene techs down here to clean up this mess."

"Can do sir." Jackson replies as the two of them head out with Wilkes out of the house.

Outside the Whalen house Five-0, the MCRT and the HPD officers come out of their hiding spots now that Wilkes is captured alive and in handcuffs.

Lane walks Declan over to the waiting paramedics and gurney. He helps the younger man onto the gurney. The paramedics quickly get him covered in a blanket to keep him warm and place an oxygen mask on Declan's face. "You're in good hands now the doctors are going to take good care of you." Lane tells Declan. Just as the paramedics are pushing the gurney into the ambulance Declan reaches out with his left hand to grab Lane's right one. With his other hand his takes mask off.

"Tell...the SEALs I'm sorry, tell the Agent I'm sorry." Declan says and one of the paramedics puts the oxygen mask over his face.

"We really need to take him in now Agent." A paramedic tells Lane.

Before Lane walks away from the ambulance Lane says quietly. "You're gonna want to make sure the doctor's do a rape kit when he gets to the hospital. Either myself or another NCIS agent will be at the hospital later on to see how he's doing."

The paramedics nods and then one of them gets out and closes the back door with their partner in with their patient and the ambulance speeds off towards Maui Memorial Medical Center.

Lane walks back over to where the group is gathered as Havika is putting Wilkes into one of the police squad cars. Lane turns to his boss Blackburn. "Sir can you and my team handle the extradition I've personal business I need to take care of."

"Of course, Agent go I understand."

"Yes, Agent Sullivan go ahead we can take care of this." Kali agrees with their boss.

"Glad we could help out." Danny says coming up to the federal agents. "It felt good to out here again. You now even if we didn't get any action."

"Oh brah I'd say someone is actually missing McGarrett and his crazy actions." Kono teases the blond detective.

"What can I say he grew on me. He keeps me young and on my toes."

"Go Agent Sullivan we can take care of Wilkes. I'm assume you'll want to question him later." Blackburn asks.

"Most definitely." Lane walks off and hops into one of the driver's seats of the black SUVs. He heads off to the Hyatt Regency Maui Resort and Spa were his ex-wife Laurie and his kids are staying for the next week.

Nobody is really surprised when Lane leaves to go to the hotel to check on his family. They've been on the island for a week now, and Lane hasn't seen them in as long. With what's just happened nobody blames him for leaving especially Danny and Lou who have kids of their own.

What does surprise the NCIS team especially, is when Havika asks Blackburn if he can leave too. Blackburn nods his head as he taps the top from of squad car Wilkes is in. He'll be spending a little time in a Maui PD holding cell while the agents figure out extradition and how to get him back to Oahu, and then off to the mainland.

"Go ahead, we've got more than enough manpower right now. We'll call you when we've got a flight out." Blackburn informs Havika with a nod and hand on the other man's shoulder.

"Mahalo sir."

Jackson, Brianna and Kali watch the older agent walk off down to the street with his duffel bag over his shoulder. Havika decides to take an Uber to a cafe, where he can grab a bite to eat and FaceTime his kids. He can't believe it's finally over, they've got Wilkes and he's going away for good this time. He's going to make sure there's no escaping custody this time. Put him in the deepest darkest hole there is far away where he won't be able to hurt anyone ever again. That man's ruined enough lives already.

"Sir, where is Agent Kamaka going?" Brianna asks Blackburn.

"To take care of some long awaited personal business that's all I'll say. Agent Seeger I'm putting you in charge of calling the San Diego field office and telling them we've caught Wilkes. See if one of theirs preferably the SSA on the case ten years ago can come and pick Wilkes up. I don't want any of you in confined space with Wilkes. And a five-hour flight into San Diego is too long."

"I don't think I could stomach a flight honestly with that man, with what he did, and or probably did to his own brother it's sick." Kali remarks.

"I agree with you there Agents this is the worst I've seen in a long time." Blackburn tells his agents.

"Are you really going to tell let Agent Kamaka and Agent Sullivan interrogate him sir?" Jackson asks.

"Would you want to Agent Santiago?" Jackson shakes his head no. "Plus this is something they both need to do they'll get the answers we need. I want you two to stay here and to see it that CSU cleans up the scene properly.

All three agents took the older man's words for what they were after all they had no reason to not believe the man. Plus, they all kind of liked their jobs and wanted to keep them. Arguing with their unit chief boss is a surefire way to get fired or demoted or sent to be an Agent of Afloat, or any number of menial tasks really.


1439 Hours. 808 Grindz Cafe - Interior of Establishment, 843 Wainee St, Lahaina, HI

Havika sets himself with a plate of loco moco next to his laptop, and sits at a table in the cafe where he can see all entrances and exits. He's got privacy because no one is behind him and can see the screen of his laptop. He hits the green FaceTime icon at the bottom of his screen, he hits his Mom's number since he knows she'll pick up. Minutes later he's got his earbuds in and connected to his computer and his mother's voice fills his ears.

"Havi honey how are you? Aren't you supposed to be working? What's going on has something happened? Are you alright?" Havika's mom rapid fires her questions at her only son.

Havika had told his mom he'd be unreachable for a few hours and that he'd be off the island and not to worry. So it's clear to him now that him calling is causing her to worry.

"Yes mom, I am working, everything fine, yes something has happened, a very good something actually, can you get all the kids together, and Alana too mom."

"Of course sweetie be back in a minute." He watches his mom on screen walk away from her bedroom and sees her walking throughout the house and collecting the kids and his cousin and his father too as she walks. "Okay Havika son, we're all here in the den what is it you have to tell us?" His mom asks.

"We did it Mom, Lane the team and I caught him finally the man who killed the kids' parents." Havika tells his mom waiting for the reactions.

His oldest daughter Alex speaks up first. "Really, you really caught him dad it's over?"

"Yes Alex it is no more worrying no more looking over your shoulder. I know I'll never be able to bring your mom and dad back, but I promised you kids that I'd find a way to catch the bad man who did this to your parents that's what I've done with the help of my team."

"He's really gone the bad guy's not going to hurt us anymore?" Eke asks.

"No buddy he's not he's going away to the mainland and I'm making sure he won't ever get out of prison where I putting him." Havika says with conviction in his voice.

"Daddy." Tino crawls up into his Grandpa's lap and his face is really close to the screen. "Are you coming home soon? I miss you."

"As soon as I can get a flight out from where I am I'm coming home. But Tino I've still got work to do but I will come home for a short while okay buddy."

Tino was only two when that fatal day happened and he lost his biological parents. He'd been told that his mommy and daddy weren't coming back. That they were up in Heaven now. When Havika came into the picture he's overjoyed he has a Daddy again. People often say babies and toddlers don't remember death or are too young to understand, but that's not true even babies and toddlers grieve.

Tino came around a lot faster than his older siblings to having Havika became their adoptive father. Even Eke took a while to warm up to the fact that this man, that had seen his parents die right in front of them was now going to be his father. Tino, little Tino accepted Havika almost immediately. Not that he forgot about his biological parents, no his older siblings wouldn't allow that and neither would Havika. It's just at a young age he was more accepting of change even a big one such as this. It's kind of like the kids have two dads and one mom except now that one dad is in heaven with their mom. That's how Eke and Tino explained it to their teachers when they were asked to do that obligatory family tree project, when they were in third grade.

"Really Daddy, but I miss you." The soon to be fourth grader tells his Dad.

"I know you do bud, but I tell you what as soon as I've wrapped up everything at work, how about we all go out for a nice family dinner. Just us, you me, your brothers and sisters, Auntie Alana and grandma and grandpa."

"That sounds okay. Can we see Mom and Dad too, I know we just visited on Father's Day, but they should know right." Tino says.

"Of course we can see them Tino and I agree I think they'd like to know too." Havika feels a stray tear rolling down his cheek.

Havika never ever stops his kids from seeing their biological parents whenever they wanted to. Sometimes there are just things that talking to a slab of concrete help. Even though said slab of concrete or marble can't talk back, sometimes that's what helps talking to someone that can't talk back or judge you. Even though friends say they won't judge, they still give looks at times. Or so that's what Lane and Scott say, that the death of a parent is just something he'll never understand. Even though his two friends lost their mother and father at different stages in their lives, it still hurt. Lane is sixteen when loses his mom to breast cancer. Scott is thirty three years old, and a soon to be retired Navy SEAL when his father John McGarrett is murdered.

The relationships that each of his friends had with their mother and father respectively are also factored in. Also how both of them lost their parents is factored in as well or Scott repeatedly tells Lane that, breast cancer complications and murder and two different things. Death is death it's something final, and concrete, that's how Lane sees it.

Tino's siblings all agree that their parents should know and somehow that'll put them more at peace even after ten years.

"Well son we best let you go now, so you can finish up whatever it is you need to do. We'll see you later tonight, Hula Grill at 8pm." Havika's father suggests. A long time ago his family learnt not to make definite plans just suggests because their son's schedule is unpredictable. Especially during long ongoing cases such as this one with a quite a few moving parts.

"I'll be there." Havika answers his dad. He will be he's just made a promise to his kids. They need him. Hopefully getting Wilkes extradited goes smoothly and if worst comes to worst the paperwork can wait. He's got a dinner reservations with his family. "I love you all, see you tonight." Havika waves and blows kisses to the screen and ends the call and closes his laptop, and pulls out his earplugs.

He finishes off his plate of loco moco stows his laptop in his duffle bag and then leaves heading off to a touristy part of Maui. His kids have never been to Maui and he wants to get them souvenirs. And his parents and cousin too if he doesn't come back with something for his cousin too she'll bitch and moan about it for weeks.


1447 Hours. Hyatt Regency Maui Resort & Spa - Guest Suite 3036, 200 Nohea Kai Dr, Lahaina, HI

Lane stands outside his ex-wife guest suite still in his all black tactical gear, his helmet and sidearm he's stowed away in the SUV before coming in. He's still wearing his holsters empty though and his knife sheaths are still in place. One of Perry's rules is always carry your knife or knives on your person, never leave home without them.

He's getting a few looks from other hotel guests as they pass outside of the suite and see him standing there in full tactical gear. Maybe he should have changed, but no that would have just been a pain in the ass to change back into what he's currently wearing. Plus, as much he wants to stay with his kids and Laurie he can't they've got a job to finish, and still have Brandon's killer to find. And a fight club to take down, it seems as Rutherford's been quiet these past few days since he's lost his two contract serial killers.

Lane loops his left fingers through his belt loops and casually as he can he knocks on the door with his right hand.

From inside the suite he can hear shouts and yells of 'I'll get it's, I got it's, no me's, you're too littles'. He smiles at that and does a quick check of his appearance in a picture's reflection on the wall next to the suite door. He looks semi presentable at least he's not got any blood or other bodily fluids on him. Or dust dirt and grime, no he's completely dirt, debris and grass stains free. Not like any of that would show on an all-black uniform.

The door swings open inwards to reveal his second youngest and soon to be third grade daughter Julia. "Daddy! You're here." The eight year old exclaims all dressed in floral two-piece bikini. Oh my god my little girls already wearing a two piece when did that happen?

"Julia who's at the door sweetie?" Lane can hear his ex, calling from further inside the suite. Julia let's her dad in and closes the door just as her mom comes around the corner into the little or rather large entrance way. "Lane what are you doing here?" Laurie asks not unkindly trying to hide the fact, she's in a bikini of her own in front of her ex-husband.

Lane smiles at his ex ever since Eli's heart scare two years ago, and almost losing their son she's been more amendable to him showing up unannounced. He was born with a genetic mutation that led to him being born with Long QT syndrome. Which is a heart rhythm condition that causes fast, chaotic heartbeats. His ICD or implantable cardioverter defibrilator malfunctioned and was shocking him repeatedly, and if the doctors hadn't found out how to stop the shocks in time Eli at only eight years old would have died. Thankfully he didn't and he got a new ICD device placed and he's been happy and healthy ever since.

Lane and Laurie have been a lot more cordial, civil and accommodating in terms of custody arrangements and agreements after that scare of their lives. "Hey Laurie can't a guy stop by to see his kids?" Lane asks a huge genuine smile on his face.

"Come in, come in, we're all just going to go down to the pool and have lunch. We're in Maui on vacation, you didn't just stop by." Laurie looks her ex up and down. He looks good, healthy, but also there's a darker look in his eyes that Laurie knows all too well. He's had a bad day at work, and whatever it is that's happened or whatever he saw caused him to come all the way out here to check up on them. Laurie used to think of the check ups as an intrusion to her time with their kids, but not anymore. Lane's a very tactile person and has a need to physically know that those he loves are there and are okay.

"Daddy!" A younger little boy voice calls out to him and runs up to him, and Lane bends down at his knees to scoop up his youngest son Caleb in a hug. "What are you doing here?" Caleb being only six doesn't know all of the little things his dad does to make sure he and siblings stay safe. He's just glad to see his Daddy in person he hasn't seen him in a whole week, since last Saturday. That's a long time.

"Hiya Caleb are you being a good boy for Mommy?" Lane asks he walks with his son in his arms and further into the hotel suite and to the living room area. See with a large family like his trying to find hotels and hotel rooms that'll accommodate a big family all in one space is hard. Most hotel rooms didn't offer extra or rollout beds. So a suite with three bedrooms and ample living room space that could double as sleeping space is a must.

Caleb nods his head yes. "Uh huh uh huh."

"Mmhmm a likely story little mister." Lane plops his son down over the back of the couch, and hops over the back himself.

"Daddy you're silly." Caleb remarks as he starts laughing as Lane begins to tickle his son's bare chest and tummy he's only in Thor patterned swim trunks. Thor is his second favorite superhero. Captain America being his first.

The commotion in the living room brings the three oldest out of their rooms, Paige, Eli and Logan are also dressed in swimwear. "Dad I thought that was you." Logan greets his dad as he walks over to the couch in the living room.

"Yep, just dropped by to say hey and see how you were all doing? You liking your dad free vacay?"

"Dad its Maui we've lived in Hawaii how long and we've never been, there's a problem with that." Paige at thirteen sounds very much like her mother right now.

Lane looks at his thirteen year old daughter she's so grown up already a teenager officially he still can't believe it. Soon he'll have to start fending off boys with his shotgun or even better two shotguns with Scott by his side. He wishes she could just stay at Julia's age or even better at Caleb's all sweet and innocent.

"S'why your Mom decided to take you on vacation isn't? So you can experience other new and exciting places."

"I guess yeah. You're not staying are you?" Paige asks sullenly taking in her dad's all black tactical attire.

"No Paigey Pie unfortunately I can't my team needs me to help finish up the case."

Elliot comes to sit down on the other side of his dad opposite his little brother. "How's Uncle Scott have you seen him today?"

Lane looks down at his lap at his black gloved hands and takes the gloves off his hands and puts them in a loop on his kevlar vest. "No, I haven't." Lane admits to his son. "The last time I saw him was at around 8 o'clock yesterday morning. Things kind of got crazy with the case, and your Uncle had a busy day yesterday with doctors taking him tests and other things. I'm sure he didn't miss me that much. I've been getting updates from his doctors, he got moved to a new ward in the hospital he's not in the ICU anymore. So he can get better faster now and he can have more visitors."

As Lane says that he silently curses himself. Scott had the drain removal surgery yesterday and he was moved into the rehab ward early. All of which he knew was going to happen, but still he wasn't there for him like he said he would be, and now he feels bad. Pretty shitty actually, but he couldn't help it. Things were pretty go go nonstop yesterday. And that petered off into today, he's been getting updates like he's told his kids, no seizures today, and he's been outside with Wade his physical therapist. So that's good, no walking this time though not after yesterday. His sister and niece have been to see and have been spending the day with him.

"Dad that's super long and you haven't seen him at all today!" Eli exclaims. Laurie steps in here before her son can get going even more on his dad.

"Elliot that's enough your dad knows just what's happening to your uncle and he already feels bad he can't help his job taking him away from his partner. I'm sure he'll see him as soon as he can today right Lane?"

"I will as soon as I can. His doctor's have been telling me he's doing good and he's occupied. As soon I wrap up the case I'm going to head over there and see how he's doing okay Elliot."

"Okay Dad do you think we'd be able to come too? You said he can have more visitors now he's not so sick."

Lane rubs the back of his neck. "I'll have to ask his doctors and then ask your Uncle himself, but I'm sure he'd like to see you. I know he liked all your pictures and cards you sent him."

"As long as you ask him Dad. He's your best friend, he's more than that you've said sometimes." Eli tells his dad. At this mention of best friend Lane's also painfully reminded of something else he's yet to do, and knows the sooner he does it the better. He's going to tell Scott about Brandon today.

"I promise you I will." Lane looks down at his watch at the time. 1321 hours. 3:21 pm. He's got to be getting back he's got a flight to catch at 1630. He got a text on his way over here that Blackburn was able to secure them all a flight with Hawaiian airlines. It's economy class and not first class, but first doesn't have the number of available seats they need, so economy class it is. Otherwise known as coach or they're stuck in the main cabin. That means more people more potential victims or targets for Wilkes to try and do something. In the confined space of an airplane at 30,000 ft, Lane doubts Wilkes would be stupid enough to try anything. Especially on a plane with at four highly trained extremely deadly ex-SEALs who are all trained in close quarter combat.

"You have to go Dad don't you?" Logan asks from where he's sitting on the couch, in his own boardies and Rip Curl cut off t-shirt.

"I do, I've got a flight to catch back to Oahu." As soon as he says that his younger kids' faces fall in disappointment. "Hey hey turn those frowns right side up. You're on vacation, and I've got borin' old work to go back to. I tell you what guys the first thing you can do when you get back is see your Uncle Scott okay. And..." Lane pauses for dramatic effect. "You've got the annual McGarrett 4th of July bash to look forward too, and I know you guys always have fun."

This is year is Scott's year to host the big bash, last year Havika hosted it as his house for the unit.

Keeping things normal for the keikis is what they need brah. You got this. Lane can hear Havika's voice in his head overriding his own encroaching thoughts.

"That's right you do won't that be fun all the games, and the firework shows." Laurie adds. "I think there's even a slide in the pool now. You haven't been over to your Uncle's house this summer yet."

"Really?" Caleb asks.

"Yeah really I saw it. It's awesome and there's even a ledge platform that you can safely jump from into the deep end." Lane eyes his eight year old daredevil of a daughter. All the kids are smiling happily now. "Oh boy I've really got to get going now guys. Group hug." Lane calls and he stands up and opens his arms' wide. "Come Laurie you too." He calls to his ex-wife.

Group hug achieved, extra hugs and kisses given with promises of special treats when they get home Lane heads out the suite in a much better mood than when he showed up.


1600 Hours. Kahului Airport - Boarding Gate H-38, 1 Keolani Pl, Kahului, HI

"Of course our flight has to be all the way at the other ass end of the damn airport." Danny grouses as they all trudge their way through the airport. Now they're all wearing their undercover Kevlar under their shirts or t-shirts, so as not to attract attention to themselves. This is just a precaution for everyone's safety. They are in the midst of a dangerous serial killer after all.

"Will you quit your whining Williams damn man you're worse than my kids." Lou comments jokingly.

They may be joking around but they've got their heads on a swivel as the CRT operatives minus Lane have Wilkes in a diamond position with Wilkes 'rabbit' in the middle. Lane still being on imposed restraining order from contact with Wilkes. Lane is walking alongside Jackson on the outer edge of the diamond eyes practically trained on Wilkes.

"Flight H431 to Oahu now boarding. Priority group 1 now boarding." The boarding gate attendant calls over the microphone just as the large group P1 group is approaching. "Ah Agent Blackburn right on time. Everything is as you requested."

"Thank you we'll just do a quick check ourselves and than you can let everyone else board." Blackburn takes Brianna and Lane with him to check the plane is secure before they board. Even though the flight is only 40 minutes that's 40 minutes for Wilkes to plan a possible escape. Brianna knows how serial killers think and can think a few steps ahead of Wilkes. The plane thoroughly checked out twenty minutes later, the group are alllowed to board first and there's a bit of an uproar at that.

"Hey what gives why do they get to go first." a man in a business suit says. "I've got first class platinum status.

Blackburn turns around and walks over to the man in the business suit. "I think this gives us priority over you sir." Lance lifts the hem of his shirt to reveal his holstered sidearm.

"This is our first class ticket." Brianna adds showing the man her gold eagle shaped badge with the words U.S. Special Agent inscribed on the top. Along with Naval Criminal Investigative Services inscribed on the bottom under the seal of the Department of the Navy. That shuts the man up real quick as he eyes the dark haired man in the middle of four other people. "That's what I thought, hope you enjoy your flight."

At 1630 hours exactly the plane is taking off and the group is headed back home to Oahu. It's been a tense and stressful day for most and they're all more than ready to go home and relax. At least that's the luxury that Five-0 gets for once with no active cases.

With no active cases of their own at the moment Danny tells his team they can all go home once they get off the plane. That he and Lou will stay behind at the office and oversee the interrogation of Wilkes with Agents Sullivan and Kamaka. Even though Wilkes is NCIS jurisdiction it doesn't exactly say anywhere in the book that he has to be interrogated at NCIS. Plus Wilkes isn't exactly a normal criminal, and he's not being dealt with by the average MCRT team, and Five-0's interrogation/rendition room is just that much more the elite NCIS' team's style. Then the plain old boring standard run of mill federal agency interrogation room. No one can hear another man's scream down there either.


1711 Hours. Honolulu Intl Airport - Outside Arrivals Terminal, Honolulu, Oahu.

Everyone collects their duffle bags from baggage claim and Kono and Officer Matua collect their respective sniper rifle cases. Once everyone's got their luggage and Wilkes is in that same diamond pattern formation with the CRT operatives they all head out of the airport into Honolulu's breezy evening air.

Danny tells Junior, Tani, Kono and Adam they can go home that he and Lou'll take care of the observation of the interrogation. Wilkes is already in one of the awaiting vehicles a cloth bag blindfold pulled over his face.

Blackburn tells his three agents not interrogating Wilkes to head back to Pearl to change out of their tac gear in the cases of Jackson and Kali. Brianna to head home herself to Blackburn she looks dead tired on her feet. On the go since last evening from her flight from Chicago back to Honolulu, and than on a flight from Honolulu to Maui. The three agents agree with their boss and get in the CRT camaro and head for Pearl.

The HPD officers are thanked by Blackburn for their assistance in the last week, and they go on their way back to HPD and than on home. Soon just leaving the NCIS agents, Danny and Lou on the curb of the arrivals terminal.

"If you it's all the same to you Danny I'd rather not go back to the hotel alone. Chin's at HQ with Jerry catching up, I'm come with." Kono tells Danny. "We're just there in a friend capacity nothing more whatever you say goes." Kono sees the look in Danny's eyes about even letting Kono set foot in the Palace again.

Hell Chin's already there what's Kono being there too going to hurt. Danny thinks.

"Well my man it seems you have all the help you need. I didn't want to say anything with the agents in earshot, but I've got to supervise a date between my son and your daugther. The wife's gone to her book club tonight."

"That's tonight I completely forgot, alright okay Lou you go. I think I can handle the SEALs by myself." Danny gestures to where the MCRT camaro is parked. "I mean I am married to one."

"That you are brah. How you holding up?" Kono asks as the two friends watch Lou leave in his Suburban and leave the airport. Danny knows she means with the whole husband in prison thing for real this time with no hopes of getting out anytime soon.

It's only day one and Steve's been trained for worse scenarios than this. He's a big boy he can handle himself." Danny says deflecting at not answering his former colleagues question. "Let's go to HQ before one of them decides to make a mess inside that car, with an itchy trigger finger." Danny says walking to his own Camaro and getting into the driver's seat, Kono following him close behind.


1724 Hours. Iolani Palace - Five-0 Headquarters - Main Office Area, Honolulu, Oahu.

"Danny are there speakers in the rendition room, and can we play sound through those speakers?" Lane asks.

"Yes we can why?" Danny asks leaning against the smart table looking at the surveillance video of cuffed and bound Wilkes down in rendition cloth hood still over his head. These federal agents don't mess around Danny thinks.

"It's time we give that bastard a taste of what real torture is like." Lane explains darkly to Danny a truly murderous look in his eyes. "Danny do me one favor whatever you, Chin and Kono see on that surveillance tape DON'T come down there, this is between the three of us."

"I understand that need, just know that whatever happens we stand by you 100% we'll back you whatever happens." Danny tells the taller blond man in front of him. Still dressed in his black tactical uniform.

"Thanks Danny." Lane says as he walks out of the main office area and down to the basement to the rendition room.


1730 Hours. Iolani Palace - Five-0 Headquarters - Rendition Room, Honolulu, Oahu.

The sounds of Barney the purple dinosaurs laugh fills the room at about 79 decibels. "This is the nose you choice man. This is torture for our ears." Havika yells over the purple dinosaur's laughter pouring through the speakers.

"Should we turn it off?" Lane asks, plugging his earplugs in his ears impossibly further into his ear canal.

"Nah I say we give him a couple more hours." Havika replies. The door slams on their way out.


2 Hours Later - 1930 hours. Iolani Palace - Five-0 Headquarters - Rendition Room, Honolulu, Oahu.

Lane storms into the room purposefully making a lot of noise he's inches away from Wilkes' face when he rips off the hood from the other man's face. Wilkes looks over at the dark dank windowless room he's in.

"We want answers Wilkes and you're going to give them to us." Lane says cooly. Lane than turns off the Barney laughter filling the room. "Oh sorry did you not hear us I said we want answers and you're going to give them to us."

"Yeah, yeah, what makes you think, think I'll do that." Wilkes snarks.

"Because..." Lane pulls out his Sig from his holster takes the safety off and cocks his gun. He shoots off the gun once very close to a certain part of the other man's anatomy. "I ain't fucking playing around. The next one doesn't miss."

"He's a sniper you know he doesn't miss unless it's intentional." Havika makes himself known as he comes out of a shadow in the right corner behind Wilkes' chair.

"Ah shit fuck get the fuck away from me you keep him away from me." Wilkes yells at Lane. Havika steps closer.

"Oh are you scared of me. I told you before you didn't need to worry about him. I'm just here to make sure he doesn't kill you before I get my chance."

"Now..." Lane snaps his fingers in front of Wilkes' face. "Listen up buttercup we know you had to have had help escaping the transport who was it?" Lane asks. Wilkes stays quiet, he smirks thinking he's won. "Oh so you want to play it that way, we'll play it that way then. I was trying to be nice." Lane walks over to what looks like a surgical tray with an array of painful looking instruments on it. He picks up the pliers and walks over to Wilkes.

"Stop wha-what are you doing?" Wilkes shrieks as Lane picks up the man's left in his right pliers in his left hand.

"Talk NOW or I start breaking fingers." Wilkes' eyes go wide, but still stays silent. Lane places the pliers in between Wilkes' middle finger and sharply wrenches the pliers up. Wilkes screams in agony echoes through the room. "I told YOU I wasn't playing around. Now who helped you?"

Wilkes is shaking in his seat and a thin sheen of sweat is lining his brow. "Is it hot in here or is it just you Agent Sullivan. You know I saw that video of you and McGarrett. Hot stuff."

"Shut the fuck up and answer the goddamn question. I won't ask you again. Or I'll have you eating through a straw for the rest of your miserable life." Lane straddles the cuffed man yanking his head back by his hair. "Talk!"

"A guy on...on Rutherford's payroll...he was tryin' score some extra cash after this job he pulled a couple of days ago. Said he knew the best way off the island."

Lane shakes his head at Wilkes still on top of the man. "Not good enough I need a name Wilkesy boy."

"Cardoso!"

Lane looks up and over at Havika who has his arms crossed over his chest and he nods. Lane than pats the left side of the Wilkes' face. "Now see was that so hard. We need a description what'd he look like."

"I don't know man I wasn't looking at him like you eye up that partner of yours." Wilkes' sees he's hit a nerve with the agent currently on his lap. Lane growls deep and low in the man's ear getting off of him and walking over to the tray again and grabbing a small fork like tool. He then repositions himself on top of Wilkes with the tool in his right hand. "I...I think he was tall, beefy looking, hispanic maybe."

"We need details brah, details." Havika demands. Havika's been patient up until now but he's done waiting. "Gimme those Sullivan. Get off'im." Lane obliges his friend and swings his leg of of Wilkes. Havika stands to the left side of Wilkes and cups his chin roughly opening up the other man's mouth.

Wilkes is shaking his head thrashing about really. "Hold him still." Havika takes the forceps and grips a bottom tooth and yanks. The scream that comes out of Wilkes' mouth is ear shattering.

Wilkes loses three more teeth and has two more broken fingers and a thumb on his left hand by the time the two lead agents have gotten the answers they want, pertaining to Wilkes' escape. That's not all they get they also get Montgomery's killer. Turns out the same guy who helped Wilkes escape transport matches the description the witness gave Havika and Brianna on Sunday when they went to interview him.

His name is Brian Cardoso he was using an alias because he thought that wouldn't get him caught. Wrong, they know who he is now. Now they just have to find him and get to him before he tries to take a way ticket off the island. But right now that's not what's on Havika's mind at all. Lane and he have switched roles and Havika's the one interrogating the young thirty four year old serial killer, and Lane's idly watching and flipping open and closed his knife.

"I gave you what you wanted now you have to let me go." Wilkes begs trying to play innocent.

"Let you go brah!" Havika roars. "Oh no now's my turn to have a little fun with you."

Wilkes looks over to Lane who now seems like the more sane person to the psychotic serial killer. "Help me."

"Oh no you don't get squat shit from me. This is between the two of you. You know I think I may even step out give you two some more privacy." Lane makes his way to the door, has his hand on the handle.

"Wait...please don't leave me with him he'll...he'll really kill me." Wilkes starts sobbing.

Havika just smirks he's got him right where he wants him. He'll get a confession easy out of him. Lane turns and walks back away from the door. He was never really going to leave, but Wilkes doesn't know that.

"October 12th, 2009, Santa Monica Pier 2021 Hours. A family of seven have just finished up dinner and are walking along the pier back to the parking lot. When you and your brother decide to ambush the couple. Shoot them both in the back of the head execution style. Which leads to a confrontation with myself and a friend of mine. We stopped you from shooting the kids, being witnesses and all. McGarrett shoots as you and your brother flee the scene. Your brother goes down, and you just leave him for dead. He didn't abandon you, you left him for dead because you didn't want to get caught you son of a bitch."

"What's it to do you Fed?"

"Those kids you almost killed are my kids now. My daughter's will never have their mother plan their wedding days or be there when their first kid is born. My sons will never have a mother son bonding day or that special relationship that mothers and sons have anymore. My son's and daughters will never see their biological father and mother again because you took them away from them. The youngest you know he was fucking two years old, strapped into his stroller his mom was pushing. You've ruined their lives." Havika spits. "You've ripped all those special moments kids have with their parents away from them."

Havika is seething as all those memories of that day come rushing back to him, the screaming and sobbing of the kids he'd yet to know. Crying out for their Mommy and Daddy to wake up, but they never would. Lane is silent at a loss for words he had no idea his friends had witnessed such a horrible event.

Well that explains why Wilkes wanted Havi and Scott dead. If Wilkes couldn't get the kids. He'd get the two other witnesses. And why he'd gone to such extremes to get to them. And he had no idea this entire time. They'd both come into work a few days later acting as if nothing happened. Some friend I am I didn't even notice anything was off about the two of them then.

"McGarrett should have shot you dead instead." Havika's blood is boiling and all he sees is red.

"Well he didn't did he and I hear he's real fucked up now in the brain department that he pisses himself and cries like a baby."

"Shut up shut the fuck up! He's twice the man yo'll ever be." Lane stalks over to Wilkes both Lane and Havika get two good punches straight to Wilkes' face. Lane takes out his Sig cocking it a bullet in the chamber. "Give me one fucking good reason why I shouldn't blow you head off right now."

"Or me who's it gonna be, me or him." Havika also has his Sig out now waving it around from himself to Lane as if asking Wilkes to choose. "You've ruined lives that agent you had stabbed he'll never walk again. Are you happy with yourself?"

Wilkes is actually smirking like he's pleased with himself. "You think this is funny? That five kids don't have their parents, that my partner is brain damaged and handicapped, and another friend is paralyzed you've ruined their lives and their careers forever." Lane's chest is heaving as he watches Wilkes sit back in his seat pretty as he pleases. Like this is some vacation for him.

"Oh I think is very entertaining it was a nice trip down memory lane for me. Hearing the woman scream, the SEAL shout and look of shock, and then pain as I hear the last gurgle of breath come out of both of them."

"You sick demented bastard..." Lane rages and it happens so fast Lane doesn't even know what's happening until Wilkes is up out of his chair grabbing the closest gun to him his gun and knocking it out off his hands hands.

He gets ahold of the weapon spinning to face the taller man saying, "Say goodnight brah." Mimicking the taller agent's Hawaiian accent. Hooks his finger in the trigger guard and squeezes. He watches the Hawaiian's face closely as the look of surprise turns to shock, and then pain.

He feels the recoil of the sidearm as the bullet discharges into the taut flesh of the man's abdomen and he breathes in deeply, the smile on his face getting bigger.

He feels the heat of the discharge and the splatter of blood onto his hand as the bullet enters the soft flesh of the abdomen where it will do the most damage. His eyes roll in the back of his head as the agent falls away from him and a wet gurgle escapes his throat as in sexual release. He forgets for a moment, a deadly moment, that he's not alone and when does remember the other SEAL, it's too late.

Lane, watches in shocked horror as Havika's body falls to the cold hard concrete ground. He pulls his back up sidearm a Glock 19 from its ankle holster, bringing it to bear on Wilkes as he hears his own SIG discharge and watches as he backs away sliding to the floor, a large, red stain appearing on his shirt. Working on instinct alone, he squeezes the trigger, hitting Wilkes in the middle of his back as he hears the gurgle come out of his mouth. Lane shivers as he realizes what that sound is and moves swiftly, kicking the gun out of Wilkes hand as he turns, not going down from the bullet in his back. He brings his gun hand down across Wilkes face, knocking him down, now breaking his formerly dislocated jaw, he's down, but not out. Determined to take this guy down, he brings his steel toed booted foot down on his head, not caring if he survives or not. Repeating the move a second time, he sees the blood pouring out Wilkes' nose and he's satisfied he's out.

Havika hears all the noise around him but is having a hard time focusing on what's happening. The whooshing in his ears as his blood pumps harder and faster blocks out almost all sound and the pain in his gut blocks out all else. His wide eyes look down and he sees his hand coated in red as it rests over the wound. He raises his head and sees Lane coming toward him, larger than life and then only pain as his friend places his hands over Havika's and the wound.

It can't be that bad, can it? I mean, no, it can't happen this way. I can't be taken out by this psycho not like this can't let him win. And how the hell did he get out of the cuffs?

"Havika!? Come on, dude, look at me!" Lane kneels down, placing his hands over the gushing wound in his friend's stomach. He tries to get Havika to focus on his face but he can't help but look down at his hands, which are already coated in blood. "Don't do this, man. Don't you dare die on me here! Not at the hands of this bastard!" He presses harder, knowing that he needs to staunch the bleeding until help can get here. He looks up at the cameras, hoping someone Danny or Chin has already called the EMT's when he hears a sound that makes his blood curdle.

The alarms. The failsafe, un-hackable, unbreakable security system that he knows the Commander has put in after the last time the Palace was taken hostage, Scott had told them all about it when he found out what happened. He hears the doors locks click and wonders what's gonna happen now. They're stuck in here, no way out, with a psychotic serial killer.

He doesn't have time to think about that. He needs to slow the bleeding. Quickly, he tears his shirt off and places it directly against the wound, pressing hard.

Havika grunts as he feels the pressure on the wound, the pain less now than just a few seconds ago and he knows he doesn't have long. He tries to shift, but he can't move. He can't feel his legs.

"Lane. Cn't move. Cn't feel legs." He mumbles out. "M'gonna die." His voice is low and gravelly. "Tell my kids I love'm…"

"No! Don't you dare give up on me, Havika! We're gonna be fine. Don't you die on me not again. I'm not going to tell them because you're going to them yourself. You're gonna be fine…" Lane keeps repeating that in his head like a mantra. He has to be okay. He'll be fine….


TBC…in Part 2

And real cliffhanger, I know I know I gravely wounded someone else. Wasn't my plan honest. I wasn't going to leave this as a cliffhanger at all, but eh what can you do, plans change, muse takes over. Chapter 8 was the only split chapter I had planned.

A/N: I know I said there'd be a time skip in this chapter, but depending on how long I make part 2 and how long the aftermath ends up being. I may put the time skip in the beginning of Chapter 15.

Part 2 to follow shortly hopefully this weekend maybe.