Warnings: Strong language throughout, Violence, Possible overuse of the F-word sorry.

Chapter Rating: T+ to M in the beginning; goes back to T after first few scenes.

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 2

"EMT's should be here any second and they'll patch you up, get you to the hospital where they will know exactly what to do with you. You know when I said to Isaac's doc, the fourth teammates' admission should be free I was joking you know that right? I didn't mean for you to go and get yourself shot. That's not like you, that's something I'd do." He rambles, trying not to focus on the large, red pool forming under his black knee pads covering his knees. "Come on, Havi you know the tricks we use to slow down are heartbeats, do that. We need to stop the bleeding until help gets here." Lane looks wildly around the room, trying to find anything else he can use. He's kicking himself for leaving the med pack he always carries with him in the truck.

Why did we take off our vests? Why? Why? Because they were hot and uncomfortable stupid stupid. Lane chastises himself in his head. Because you thought you were safe in here. A darker voice supplies in his head. He sounds vaguely like the man he shot.

The room looks like an oversized box, a cage really a big cement walled box. There's no way out. Come on Sullivan keep it together you're not back there. You're in Hawaii. Not in Afghanistan.

There's barely anything in here. Silver metal chair, small lockbox of extra cuffs and chains, and…wait! Yes! A first aid kit.

Please let there be more than band aids in there Smooth Dog actual medical supplies I can use. Lane thinks to himself. Lane looks back at his friend he's medic of the team he has to take this chance. It's the only one he's got.

"Havika, listen to me." He shakes him slightly, "Wake up, buddy. I need you to hold this in place. I need to get to the first aid kit. Hopefully the Commander actually listened to his other half and filled it with more than just band aids and aspirin." He grabs Havika's hands and places them over the soaked black shirt. "Come on, man, just hold on to this." He pleads. He feels Havika try and press down and he takes the chance. Moving across the room, he yanked the kit from the wall and as he's turning, the room goes dark. Complete and utter darkness.

"What the fuck? Danny, what the hell is going on?" He yells, hoping the the blond detective can hear him. "Danny?" He carefully makes his way back over to Havika. "Danny? Can you hear me?" Nothing. Their earpieces are keyed to Five-0s frequency for just this occasion or something similar.

As he kneels down next to Havika, he's thankful to see that the emergency lights come on and his vision is worse than it is under the blue lights, but at least he can see now. In the normal light, his friend looks worse than under the blue. His face is lacking its usual tan coloration its pale and slack, no feeling or emotion at all. His mouth is open, jaw slack and loose; his eyes closed and head leaning to one side. He sees his chest rising and falling rapidly, almost a pant, and the pool beneath him still growing. Only able to concentrate on one emergency at a time, he knows getting out of here won't matter if he can't stop the bleeding.

Opening the kit, he sighs, glad that Steve while not a combat medic like himself listened to his team and packed the kit with some useful items. The most useful being the combat gauze. After so many years with the aforementioned man's younger brother he insists that this be almost everywhere they can go. He even has some in the glovebox of their work truck well all their work vehicles actually. Finally, it's gonna come in handy and save his friend's life.

Keeping up a constant flow of words, he tries to keep Havika engaged while hoping that Danny and Chin can hear them and that maybe the power loss is centered on the basement only. If it's a total power loss, the doors should have opened and they haven't. That much he knows. That's not good, he has a sinking feeling Wilkes planned even this. He has to have. This is too coordinated, psychotic disorder or not the man lying on the floor a few feet away still has Marine Corps training and learned things like strategy and tactics, and planning ops. I mean that thirteen weeks of Hell as it's affectionately called, has to be for something or so he's told by Isaac. Who went through the training himself.

Lane unpacks the gauze and expertly packs it into the wound. Tearing off his own black t-shirt, he puts the 'clean' shirt over it and keeps pressure on it, hoping the gauze will do its job enough to keep his friend alive.

"Havika? Can you hear me? Come on, buddy, let me know, you can hear me?" He places his blood covered fingers against his throat and feels a thready, faint pulse. He sighs, knowing the big guy is still alive, but that relief is short lived as he hears a groan from behind him.

"Motherfucker! How the hell can he be conscious?" He shouts, moving quickly. He goes to the small lockbox, opens it and drags out the shackles. Going to the body on the floor, he drags Wilkes over to the bolted chair and applies the chains, making sure his hands are tied to the legs and unable to manipulate them in any way. He chains up his legs and neck and, after making sure everything is tight, goes back to his friend's side.

"Open those eyes, Havika. Come on, you can't leave me here alone with this psychopath." He looks around, it starting to sink in where his is. Where he is be it in Hawaii or in Afghanistan, a windowless cement lined room, is a windowless cement lined room. Even worse, this one is two levels underground with the power out and the doors locked tight. The keypads probably don't work from the inside. There's a reason for that.

But that doesn't commute in his mind and he goes to the door, trying a random eight-digit combination. Trying to think like McGarrett or Williams and the code they'd agree to, to use. That's 100,000,000 possible combinations with repetitions allowed. They'd allow for repetitions easier to remember.

Nothing. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuckity Fuck.

No sound; no door opening; no movement at all. He looks up to where the camera is and waves at. "Danny! Chin! We need help! Havika's been shot and it's bad. Get down here now with some help Jersey. He's not gonna last long." He screams. You can't die here I'm not losing you again.

He moves back down to his friend's side, touching his face, trying to wake him up. "Hey, Havi, wake up. I need you to wake up now. I know you are in there, brah. Open those eyes. Let me see you. Come on, Bro." He lightly taps Havika's face.

He gets no reaction and he feels at the neck again, getting a very faint, but steady beat. Looking at the wound, he sees less blood than before on his t-shirt and hopes it's because the gauze is doing its job. He sits his bare back, back against the cool wall, breathing heavy and hard, looking around the room, his eyes wide and panicked. At least I'm not chained to a wall and beaten black and blue this time. He thinks ruefully.

Again, he looks up at the camera, pleading with his eyes that someone sees him and will get help down here. He doesn't understand why they're not there yet. It's been over twenty minutes since Havika's been shot and they should be here. They should be here, packing Havika up and getting him to the hospital by now. Why weren't they here?

"Where are you? Why aren't you here? You should be breaking down these doors by now to save him. Why aren't you?" He says to the empty room. Having a dead federal agent in your interrogation room won't look good you know. Lane tries to joke with himself in his head.


He hears Wilkes stirring but ignores him. "Where are you, Williams? He needs help. I need help. I can't do this. This isn't happening. I can't be down here like this. Please, I need help." He pleads, looking up at the camera. "Where are you?" He says he hates how there are no windows in here. Memories of his time in South Africa with his SEAL team coming back full force.

Danny, watching the video of Lane and Havika interrogating the serial killer, looks up from the video to see where Chin and Kono have gotten too.

They've been down there for hours, it seems like they've gotten the information and or confessions they wanted. Danny has to swallow down bile in his throat as he hears Havika recount the apparent horrific event that led to Wilkes being in his current situation. 10 years that's a long time to keep a secret. Danny can't imagine what Havika's kids went through that day losing their biological parents in such a way they did. Scott and Havika had witnessed it.

Wilkes wanted to get rid of all witnesses, those two were the only ones he could feasibly get too.

The raw emotion that Danny hears coming out of the Hawaiian agent is disheartening. This is a huge burden for both Havika and Scott to carry around for all these years.

Chin and Kono both offer to take turns watching the feed, but Danny declines he's fine. It's only been two hours since Danny and the two agents and Wilkes came to HQ.

The last time the Palace was taken hostage. Steve had insisted on a new security system and lockdown protocol and now someone always had to be watching while they interrogated any suspect or prisoner. He told both agents as much before they started their interrogation. They were fine with as long as he respected their wishes not to rush down at the first sign of excessive force. Their unit did have the equivalent of Five-0's immunity and means after all. Steve has hung people off of buildings before and thrown them in shark tanks. He's seen the aftermath of torture, with Steve before but he's never actually witnessed the deed being done.

He sees Chin in his office with Kono and relaxes.

The sound of the scrape of the chair and the sound of a gunshot brings his focus back to the screen immediately and he stands in shock as he watches Agent Kamaka go down and Agent Sullivan shoot their perp. Seeing the perp still moving around, he hits the 'panic' button on the table and the alarms go off as the Palace is locked down. He sees Lane leaning over Havika, tearing his shirt off and using it as a bandage. He hears Lane screaming at Havika and then at him and he feels Chin's ever calming presence right next to him.

"What's going on, Danny? Why have you locked down the Palace?" Chin's eyes are wild.

"Look…" Danny points at the screen. Lane is kneeling next to Havika, keeping pressure on the wound in his abdomen.

"What the hell? What happened, Danny?" Chin swipes his fingers across the table, zooming in on the Hawaiian federal agent.

"I just glanced away for a moment, Chin. I heard the scraping of metal and then a gunshot and looked back to see the Agent Kamaka on the floor, and Agent Sullivan taking their perp down. I followed Steve's new protocol."

They are now locked in HQ. All the doors coming and going lockdown, but not the offices. They can't get down to rendition, but neither can anyone get out of it. That's the reason for the new security protocol. Anyone trying to take the Palace hostage to get someone out will be locked in, unable to get to that person. Only Steve and himself have the codes to end the lockdown.

He can't be in two places at once though. He needs to get down there to help them. He knows Chin knows the smart table like the back of his hand even though he hasn't been back to Hawaii in two years.

"Chin can you work the smart table get me through the doors so I can end the lockdown?"

"You got it brah."

"Have Kono call down to downstairs security I have a feeling this blackout isn't accidental."

"Can do Danny." Kono answers as she comes walking of Danny's office.

Chin's fingers move effortlessly and with practiced ease across the table and he nods. "I can unlock one door at a time. Once you get through it, I will have to lock it again before I can open the next one. But I can get you down there, yeah."

"Okay." Danny turns, opens the locker behind them and grabs a couple of radios. "We need to stay in touch and the lockdown jams all cell reception. Get me through the double doors here and then the stairs."

"You got it." He types in a few things and they hear the doors unlock. Danny moves quickly, out the doors, and to the stairwell. He listens and hears the ones behind him lock again and the one into the stairwell unlock. He enters and heads down.

"Check, check. Chin, do you read me? Over." Chin hears on the radio.

"Read you loud and clear, Danny. Over." He responds. Looking back at the screen, he sees Lane go to the first aid kit and rip it off the wall.

At that moment, there's a flicker of lights and electronics and everything goes dark. Chin counts, waiting for the emergency power to kick in and when he reaches forty-five, the harsh glow of the emergency beacons flood the room and he watches the table. He hopes it will come back up having not lost anything when switching over to battery power. He soon sees the soft glow as the table boots back up and he sees the grainy images down in the rendition room. It's not as clear but he can see Lane leaning over Havika again, working on the wound. He can't see clearly, nor can he hear anything. On back-up power, the table automatically shuts down what is deemed unnecessary and sound is not needed if they want pictures. And Chin feels seeing what's going on is more important.

"Chin? Chin, what happened? Over." He hears Danny on the radio.

"Power went out no its been cut Danny. Where are you? Over."

"I'm at the basement door. Can you open it? Over."

"It should be open, Danny. All the doors should be open. Over." He watches as Lane brings out the chains and binds the suspect.

"Nothing, Chin. It's locked. Can't you unlock it? Over."

Chin types quickly across the table and nothing happens. "I don't know what's going on, Danny. They are all supposed to open when the power goes out. Dammit, Danny they've all shorted locked. I can't unlock them. Maybe when we get full power back and the code. Do you have the code?"

"Yes, I do but it won't work with dead keypad Chin you know that."

Chin turns, hearing a knock on the glass doors. He sees one of the guards from downstairs. He walks over, motioning that the doors are locked.

"What's going on, Chin?" He barely hears through the door.

"Situation down in rendition with the federal agents Danny had to lock the place down."

"Why can't we get out now? Power's out. Doors should have unlocked, brah."

"Power's been cut somehow emergency generators should be coming on soon." Chin can see the guard is getting impatient.

Chin turns and heads back to the table to see what's happening down in rendition.


2014 Hours. Iolani Palace - Five-0 Headquarters - Rendition Room, Honolulu, Oahu.

Wilkes stirs again and Lane tries to focus. He knows he can't get out of those chains but he still has to be on his guard with him.

"What the fuck?" Wilkes hisses as he tries to move in his bound state. "What the hell have you done?" He groans as his limited movements tear at the bullet hole in his back. "You shot me you bastard!" He moves his head, trying to find the blond NCIS agent. "Where are you, you coward? Let me see you? Let me that dead SEAL?" He screams out.

Lane sits upright completely still, not wanting to be seen. "What did you think I was going to do? You shot my friend. Of course, I'm gonna shoot you. My only question is, why no how are you still alive?"

Wilkes laughs and then regrets it his jaw is killing him. "I have nine lives Agent Sullivan. Unlike your friend there. I'd say if he hasn't lost this one yet, it's not far away. I was very specific about where I placed the bullet this time. You're not the only one with sniper training. He should have bled out by now. Maybe you should check him again." He relaxes in the chair willing to bide his time some more. He can already feel that the blood flow has slowed in his injury and now he just needs to wait until his chance to take the blond agent down.

Lane makes sure Wilkes is as far away from Havika as possible so he can't do anymore damage. Again, without thinking, he moves his fingers to his friend's neck, feeling for the thready, but stable pulse. That's the only thing keeping him from losing it. Being trapped down here is bad enough, but the thought of being trapped down here with one, maybe two dead bodies would be more than he can handle. He shakes his head, pushing that thought aside and focusing on the issue at hand.

He glances up at the camera again, wondering why no one has come down; why the doors are locked if the power is out. That's not the way this security system is to work. He specifically remembers being told that if the power goes out, every door is to unlock. He specifically remembers that if the power goes out, all exit doors are to unlock so they can at least get down here and then get them out with the code. But only Danny and Steve have the code and Steve's not even in the building he wonders what's taking Danny so long to get down here. He needs out of here before he loses before the men came back and start beating him again.

Ignoring the comments from Wilkes, he makes his way to the door again, trying to open it with another code again he gets that red tint of color on the panel. Wrong answer try again.

Nothing. No movement at all. He turns to the camera again, waving it, trying to let Danny know they are in real trouble. Stumbling back over to Havika, he curls up against the wall again, his hand on Havika's neck, feeling the fast pulse beneath his fingers and keeping him grounded in the here and now. Without it, he would get lost in his memories, phobias and anxiety.

"No way out, huh? Looks like we're here together for a bit. Oh, this should be good. We both get to watch your friend and 'brother' bleed out and die. That is always the best part." Wilkes shifts again and can now see the two of them out of the corner of his eye. "Watching as death takes what's his. Seeing the light go, out in their eyes. But since his eyes are closed, I guess we can just watch as his breathing slows and his beating heart finally stops. Oh, how I wish I could be right there at your side, my hand on his chest as he takes his final breath."

"Shut up. Just shut up!" Lane yells, not able to listen to his crowing any more. "He's gonna be just fine. Which is more than I can say for you." He hisses, getting to his feet, pulling his gun out of his holster and training it on the man. "You won't be saying anything else." He hooks his finger around the trigger, intent on putting a bullet right between his eyes. He's waited long enough.

"Don't do it, Sully." Lane hears though it's barely more than a whisper.

"Have?" He backs away, gun still on Wilkes.

"Don't, Sully. Not-not worth it." Havika hisses out, not moving, the words taking all of the energy he has just to get out.

Havika, don't try to talk, save your energy." He moves back to the wall, sliding down next to his friend. He honestly never thought he'd find himself in a situation like this ever again. Guess that's just his shit luck. He places his hand on Havika's chest. "Don't try to move. Just stay stay still Chief." He whispers his relief palpable now that Havika is awake.

"What?" He manages to say before Lane places a finger to his lips. Silencing him.

"What'd I just say you're usually good at following orders. McG must be rubbing off you." He can feel a slight smile form under his finger and he sighs. He can't believe he let Wilkes get his weapon that is own gun shot is his friend. "Wilkes here managed to lose damn Houdini, grab my gun, shot you in the gut before I could put him down. Alarms have sounded so I'm sure Danny knows what's happening and is finding a way to get us out. He'll be here soon, you just need to hang on a little bit longer."

"Lane," Havika murmurs.

"Shhh, Havika save your energy." He scolds the younger SEAL lightly.

Havika shakes his head, and oh doesn't that smart. "No. I gotta-" A wet rib rattling cough rakes through his chest. "Gotta say this 'fore it's too late. I'm sorry Lane sorry we couldn't tell you wanted to we did. Scott stopped me had orders from other agents for your-your protection."

"Stop talking man. I-I don't care about that now okay all I care about is getting you outta here back to your kids. They need you. They can't lose you."

"Yo-your kids need you too brah. Self-sacrificing idiot."

"Aww, ain't that cute, Sully. And I thought you and McGarrett were the sappy ones. Shame neither of you are going to see him or your bratty kids ever again." He laughs. A loud, deep belly laugh. Which hurts, but he doesn't care, watching these two is priceless.

"Shut your goddamn mouth for I shut it for you." Lane yells, he's about this close to losing it. He's not letting him get any closer so he can finish the job he started earlier. "Say another fucking word and I swear, I'll splatter your brains all over this floor." He stands, his gun out again, finger on the trigger. "Just try me!"

Havika tries to reach out to Lane, to stop him grabbing onto his pant leg. Lane shakes him off and moves out of reach. This is too much the man whose caused their whole unit and more than three families enough grief for a lifetime needs to die. He's never thought that about anyone more than he thinks it about the man in front of him right now. Still there's something nagging at him gnawing at the back of him telling him to stop. He pushes the voice back down and away.

"Come on Wilkes. Just one more word. Tell me he's gonna die. Tell me I'm gonna. I don't care. Just…one….word!" He's now standing over the man hand dead still, finger squeezing the trigger.

Wilkes glances up, seeing the blond man out of the corner of his eye and he knows he's pushed too far. He likes living on the edge, but he has no wish to die. Not yet, by anyone's hand, but his own on his own terms. Not Rutherford, Not Kamaka, Not Sullivan, Not McGarrett. Him. He wants to be in control of how he dies, and here right now he knows he has no control anymore. But it's fun pushing the agent.

"How would your partner see you now? Would he cry and sob over your dead body? Yeah, I'd do it just like he did my brother…or maybe I find that younger brother of yours what's his name…Ryker…Rylan..." he doesn't get another word out before Lane brings his gun down on his head again with as much force as he can muster. He sees the blood spatter on the floor and he pants and breathes heavy from the effort.

"Sully?"

"Havi please just stop don't talk. Please. I need you to be okay. I can't tell your kids…please don't make me do that."

"The door. Can't you short it out, it should open."

"What?" Lane turns to his friend.

"Door short out open." Havika's words are coming slower and shorter.

Oh, yeah how am I gonna do that I don't have any tools down here. Lane thinks to himself.

"Dammit Danny what's going on what's taking you so long we need out like yesterday." He looks at his watch and he notices it's been over an hour since things went to hell, it's now 2100 hours, 9pm.

"S'posed to have dinner with family hour ago." Havi gets out with a shaky breath.

"You'll get out of here we both will we'll see them all again."

Havika knows he should have told Lane about the bullet, in his spine from all those years ago, when he was shot in South Africa. That the doctors had to leave the bullet in at the time in order to not cause more damage. They said it should have been fine. Obviously now it's not when he fell the impact must have jarred the bullet and moved it closer to his spine. That's why he can't feel his legs. Can't feel anything below his waist.

He knows what that means. The bullets lodged in his spine. If he moves, even the slightest, it could completely sever the cord, if it hasn't already and he'll never walk again. He can't live like that. He'd rather be dead that in a wheelchair the rest of his life. He knows it's petty and small but he's been so active all his life, if he were stuck in a chair, unable to do his job, he would go crazy. If he doesn't die now, he'd be sure to end it if that were to happen.

Now he knows how Isaac must be feeling, except his will be permanent. He'll be stuck in a wheelchair. For the rest of his life. He's only thirty-six, and he's never even had a proper long term girlfriend, he's had sex sure, but not meaningful with a woman he really cared about. He guesses he hasn't had time what with focuses on his kids and his job. If Lane, Isaac and Scott can do it can balance that family life with work life, and semi-regular significant others, in Lane's case than so can he. Though now, now he won't get that chance. He won't ever get to feel that pleasurable sensation of being with a woman again. That part of him is dead now, thirty-six years old, and he's nothing. Not even a whole man. He's been reduced to nothing by one single bullet.

I can't let Lane know this. If he finds out I can't feel anything in my legs, he will completely lose it. No, I can't tell him that. I need to make sure he makes it out of this room and back to his kids. They need their Dad. That needs to be my priority right now. I can feel myself fading, anyway. I don't have long. I know I've lost too much blood. I'm cold, yet sweating it's South Africa all over again; I can barely keep my eyes open, all I want to do is sleep; I can feel the infection racing through my body, finishing what the bullet couldn't.

I'm sorry, Lane. Sorry I have to leave you like this. I'll do my damndest to survive to make sure you make it out of here in one piece it's my job now after all. After that, I can't promise anything. It's gonna take everything I have to make it that long. Forgive me.

"We got a problem, Danny. Agent Sullivan is losing it. He was ready to put another bullet in their perp but he refrained and just brained him. He's unconscious right now, but Sullivan's withdrawing. I think Kamaka is conscious and trying to ground him, but it looks bad. Danny, Kamaka's not moving. Not at all."

"Shit I need to get in there before it gets any worse." Danny tells Chin. "Any news on those backup generators?" Danny is still down by the basement door waiting for it to miraculously open. After all the other doors have been opened and closed, the controls to the smart table locked up, they can't get through the last door, that'll take him down to rendition. Without the smart table, up and running. Chin can still see the images of the surveillance cameras in rendition but nothing more no sound now. Sounds be cut out; all non-essential functions have.

"They should be kicking in any minute now." Chin replies over the radio.

"I don't think either of them have that much time Chin. We need power back up now."

"We're working on it up here Danny just hang tight brah."


They're not running out of air; he's not going to be trapped in here the rest of his life; they will get them out. Danny won't let his husband brother's two friends die down here. He can't die. That'd just be too sad. His panic is will they get them out before Havika...

He can't even say it. Not even in his own head. He refuses to believe it. No! Havika will not die, not again and not permanently he got him back last time barely. He can't. He can't be the one to his friend's mother and father that their only son, their only child, their boy the light of their life is dead.

Lane doesn't know what he'll do if he loses Havika. He's like a second little brother to him. This is all his fault. It was his gun Wilkes grabbed. His gun, shot Havika. He doesn't think he'll ever get over that. Not in a long time. Oh, he can't even think of what Havi's kids'll think of him, yeah, he wasn't the one to pull the trigger but it was his gun though that was used. Havi's kids'll never forgive him if their second dad dies. Everyone always says it's the team lead or unit chief that keeps a team together like a well-oiled machine. No, its Havika who keeps the team together, always there with a big smile on his face, always ready and willing to open up and offer his home to anyone who needs it. He's the embodiment of the Aloha spirit, that binds this team, this Ohana together. Today is the first day in the eight years Lane's known Havika as an NCIS agent to lose his temper and give in to those primal instincts and urges. Lane always did say he never trusted anyone he doesn't have a dark side, and Havika showed that he did indeed have one. Still somehow even after all Wilkes has put Havika through, and by extension his own partner, he still sees something in that man, something that is stopping him from giving in that need to want to end another man's life.

If only Lane were as strong as Havika, not just in body but in spirit. There's something holding him back. It's bad, Lane is losing that battle restraint battle with himself. He is only human after all. Sometimes people just snap.

A soft barely there, "Lane." Brings him out of his thoughts again.

Swallowing heard, he scoots back over the injured Hawaiian. "Havika?"

"Yeah. Still here." He whispers.

"You can't leave me. Can't leave us. We can't lose another brother."

"I have no plans to go anywhere, Sully." He lies.

"Don't lie to me. I need to know that you will fight, if not for me for your kids. I don't care what happens to me, I don't care if I end up going to prison it'll be worth it if Wilkes is dead. I need to know you'll be here for those who need you most."

"I'm here, Lane. Okay. I have no plans on going anywhere." At least, no plans on leaving this room.

"Promise me you will fight?"

Havika tries to take a deep breath and a hard, body-racking cough bursts from his mouth harsher than the one before.

"Havika?" Lane leans over him. He looks at his t-shirt and notices a little more blood. "Havika?"

"I'm here." He grunts out. He knows he's fading and it's getting harder and harder to stay in the moment. His mind keeps wandering back over the last 3 years and all the good times with this new team. He has to admit they are a different bunch from the last teammates he, Scott, Lance and Lane had. Different, but different in a good way.

He's like an older brother to the younger ones. He seems imposing and large and real scary at first when you meet him. Wouldn't you be if you met a 6'4, 220 lbs, Hawaiian, with the legal authority to carry a lethal weapon. He really is a gentle and kind soul just like everyone says when they all get to me him and actually talk to him. He's just more guarded than the others, when it comes to his past and all he's been through. He guesses now he let all that tension all that stress and worry just melt away.

He knows he's going to die here, on this floor. Just like he thought he was going to die on that plane flying back from Johannesburg South Africa.

But you're not now you're not going to give up a SEAL never quits Havika hears a voice he hadn't heard in a long time in his head. His burly taller then him CO Lt. Cmdr. Hank "the Tank" Foley.

If you quit now you'll always quit in life Haven't known you long but I know damn sure you ain't no quitter Kamaka. Another voice in his head says it sounds suspiciously like Isaac in his Drill Instructor voice.

Don't quit don't give up Havi baby I love you. His mother's voice.

Son if you quit what'll all those years of sacrifice and training before sonny boy. His father's deep rough timber voice.

Don't go don't give up. We got you brother come back to us. Scott's voice.

You're not alone we got you brother, take our hand. His SEAL brothers speaking in unison. The bond they all have its deeper than skin deep. He's not giving up he's not. He can't. No matter how much...he's just so tired. He's never felt this tired before in his life.

Lane looks over at his friend and brother a grin crosses his face. Just for a moment at his own memories of the man lying next to him. That's when notices. His chest is not moving. He reaches out to his neck and he doesn't feel a pulse.

"NO! NO! NO! You don't get to leave me like this! You promised! You promised me and you don't break your promises!" He pulls the first aid kit to him and pulls out the small defibrillator. Placing the pad after ripping open Havika's black shirt, he charges the machine and punches the button. He watches as Havika's body jerks slightly and listens for the machine. Getting no working pulse, the machine primes to shock again.


Chin watches in horror as Agent Sullivan shocks his friend.

"Danny! Danny! Come in, Danny!" he yells into the handset losing his calm Zen like composure and hold of the situation. He may not have known the agents long, but not really having gotten to know them. He can't let one of them die down there in that room.

"What? Calm down, Chin. What's going on?" Danny comes back.

"He's shocking him, Danny! Agent Sullivan is shocking Havika! He's dying, Danny. Agent Kamaka is dying and you have to get down there Danny!"

"Chin cuz, I got the backup generators, they should be on in minutes." Kono comes in from Danny's office phone in hand. She's just gotten off the phone with the power company.

"You hear that Danny you should be in minutes." Chin says.

"I hear you Chin." Danny hears the click of the lock in the door and Danny bursts through the basement door at a full run hoping that he's not too late as he runs through the halls. To the rendition room.

Lane despite all his training despite his skill starts to panic. He listens to the machine as it charges up one more time, praying that it works this time. If not, he knows that's it. He's tried five times and the machine is calibrated to only make so many attempts. As he watches the numbers increase, the tears fall freely from his eyes, falling on the backs of his hands and to the floor. His sanity is slowly slipping away with every second that passes. He's trapped in this room; a psychopath having shot his friend and his friend lying dead next to him. He has to admit it. Havika's dead. His heart, technically, is not beating even though the machine is still picking up a shock-able rhythm.

No no I can't have failed not again. I'm not leaving those kids of your fatherless. Lane thinks. I can't fail. Evidence doesn't lie. He can see it plain as day.

He's not breathing; his chest is not moving. His skin is clammy and cold; his face pale and lips blue. He waits for the machine to tell him it's ready. One more time. His hands are shaking and he can barely see anything for the tears in his eyes. He's failed, he failed him, he couldn't save him.

"Please, Havika. You promised you'd fight don't give up." He cries, the tears falling freely. "You said you weren't going anywhere. Don't leave me here alone. We need you, I can't lose another brother."

Time seems to slow down for Lane. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees movement and he pushes back against the wall as Wilkes gets to his knees, turning to him and standing tall. The chains fall away and he grins, viciously. Lane watches his feet, one step at a time as he moves closer and closer to the two of them. He whimpers as Wilkes moves closer, his Sig suddenly appearing in his hand as he brings it to bear on, not him, but Havika.

"He's already dead. You don't need to shoot him again! Your first bullet did the damn job!" Lane screams angrily, moving between the killer and his partner. "Shooting him again will serve no purpose."

Wilkes looks down, smiling at the fact that he at least accomplished one thing on this godforsaken rock finally. He killed one of the SEALs. McGarrett's a lost cause anyone he might as well be dead. There's no use in dying over trying to kill him again. He knows he won't even be able to step foot in that hospital again.

"Well, then, I guess I need to go for number three, it's my lucky number you know!" He points the Sig at Lane's head and pulls the trigger.

"Ready…ready…ready…" Lane hears, blinking his eyes and shaking his head. He glances around quickly, seeing Wilkes still out on the floor and the defibrillator screaming at him it's ready to shock.

He tries to clear his head of the scene that just played out and he pushes the button. Watching Havika's body jerk on last time, his breath shudders on its way in as he waits…waits to see if the heart of his friend starts again.

As Danny's running he hears footsteps behind he knows who it is insistently and he doesn't bother stopping. He stops only when he gets to the rendition room door.

It happens within seconds and then the Palace lights up like, Christmas tree all at once every light in building every power source. Danny now turns and looks to see Chin beside him both men nervous to see what they'll find behind that door. They wait an agonizingly long twenty seconds before the system reboots itself once full power is restored. Danny hears snaps and pops and then the hum of the overhead lights as they come on, one by one moving down the hall like a wave.

Seeing the keyboard panel in front of him light up, he types in the code to get into the room…nothing happens. Thrumming his hands on the side of the wall next to panel in impatience he tries again, with the code. Nothing still.

Danny turns to Chin looking worried. He knows there's only a certain amount of attempts from the inside a person can make before the system shuts said person out for five minutes. He doesn't think Sullivan could have tried the keypad ten times already. Chin said he only saw him try twice. He still has eight more attempts. The door should be open.

"Give it another thirty seconds Danny. This is a big system and it takes a while to move through the entire building. Another fifteen…."

Danny counts hurriedly to fifteen in his head and tries the code again. This time he's rewarded with a 'click' and beep as the door opens.

Rushing into the room where the two agents are. Danny sees to his right as he enters Lane leaning over Havika almost cradling his body, tears following freely rocking on his knees. His hands lying on Havika's chest, the sobs filling the room.

Shit we were too late, too slow, and now we have a dead federal agent on hands. Danny thinks as he moves closer to the other blond man.

He kneeled there, staring at the wall as he listened to commotion around him. Danny kneels down next to the blond, "I'm so sorry, Lane, Chin call off the EMT's..." Danny starts.

"No, don't!….he's alive." Lane utters the two simple words slowly. He feels his friend's heart beating through his chest.

"Chin you heard the man. Get Kono to get those EMT's down here stat!"

Kono arrives with the two EMT's what feels like ten minutes later is really only half that. It feels like a lifetime to Lane as his friend is just clinging on to life. He'd shocked him a third time and he'd finally gotten a heart beat back. A weak one but it's there.

Danny has a pry the taller man off of his friend so he the EMT's can get him on a backboard and on the waiting. They put Havika in a C-collar after Lane utters that he said his friend couldn't feel his legs.

Lane's still on the ground in large pool of blood where his friend used to lay. He can't move from this spot. This spot where his friend died.

"Is someone coming with him, we need to get him to Tripler ASAP, ER docs are already waiting with a trauma team." One of the paramedics says as he eyes both the Detective and the shirtless blond agent.

"Go…we'll be along shortly." Danny replies for Lane.

The EMT's leave with Havika strapped down and wrapped up in a blanket on the gurney. Lane doesn't know when the blanket is wrapped around his shoulders, but he can feel Danny's strong arms around him trying to pull him to his feet once again. Unable to feel much of anything at this point he lets himself be pulled up from sticky gooey red puddle and the sucking squelching sound as knees come unglued from the mass.

He doesn't even register the unshackling of Wilkes dragging him to his feet and placing chains tight around his wrists and torso. Danny stops a few feet from the entrance waiting for Chin and the two out of four San Diegan based NCIS agents to bring Wilkes out of the room first.

Wilkes turns a truly feral grin on his face. "Guess I'll have to settle for three then, it is my lucky number. Looks like you and your pals get off."

Lane snaps at those words. Throwing off his blanket, and Danny's arms he moves with a speed of cheetah slamming Wilkes against the opposing wall, the muzzle of his gun just below Wilkes' ear.

"You know two or four if you had to killed my friends back then it doesn't matter under the UCMJ article 118, that's the death penalty or life imprisonment. You're a civilian now, it's the same that doesn't change a damn thing…." Lane presses the muzzle of the gun just a bit harder under the man. "But…add in the attempted murder of two federal agents? Add to the fact that one is the brother of the governor's state task force, that just moved it from life to automatic death penalty. Your day in the chamber at San Quentin will come eventually, I'll be there McGarret'll be there, I'll even press the little button. I'll look you in the eye too while I do it." He presses the muzzle tighter against Wilkes' head. "But…that's too easy I'm not gonna make you wait around….in prison luxury three meals a day, a last meal" Lane looks at Danny and then at the four NCIS agents. "Sorry, not sorry." His finger hooks the trigger and he squeezes.

Wilkes falls with a thud at the feet of one of the other NCIS agents. Lane looks up and over at the agents surprised to see his right hand still clutching the gun shaking trembling even. He looks down at Wilkes' lifeless body.

Lane opens his mouth to speak, but before he can Danny walks over to him and gently takes the Glock from the other man's hand. "It's okay now Sullivan it's done. He was reaching for your gun you had to defend yourself." Danny says.

"That's what I saw too." The lead San Diego based agent says.

"Agreed." The partner of the lead agent replies easily. This obviously isn't their first rodeo either. "We'll call the local coroner's office have them pick up the body."

"Come on Agent Sullivan's let's get you a clean shirt." Danny says "And get you cleaned up a bit."

At that Lane seems to come back to himself and remember where he is and what he's just done. "I…I gotta call Havi's parents s'posed to have dinner with them and his kids. He said he was."

"I can call them for you." Danny says as the two start to leave the hallway leaving the body of Wilkes with the other agents to deal with.

"No, I need to do this. I've got a t-shirt in the truck I'll grab it and then I'll meet you at Tripler." Lane says.

"Oh, no buddy boy all you SEALs are alike if I didn't know the truth I'd say you all came out of a factory pre-made."

"I'm not driving anywhere right now am I."

Danny shakes his head as they finally make it back up to the Five-0 offices. "No, no you're not. I know I shouldn't have to say it Agent Sullivan, but what you've just been through you're in no condition to drive. But I will let you call Agent Kamaka's parents if you're really up to it?"

Danny is thankful Steve's office is open and he walks over to behind the desk and the third drawer down he opens it up and pulls out an already opened pack of clean white t-shirts. "Sorry it's not black, but it's all Steve has I swear he owns stock in white t-shirts."

Lane actually laughs at that. "S'okay Scott has a plethora of black t-shirts." Lane pulls the white t-shirt over his head. It fits just right. "Uh I should probably change my pants too, and I know Steve doesn't stash pants in office desk. I'll go to the truck and get my go bag, and change and then we can out to the hospital."

"Sounds good to me Lane. Are you sure you don't want me to call his parent's?"

"No Danny I'm good really. I know the drive's short but I know what I need to say." Lane and Danny are now walking out of the Five-0 offices and to the parking lot where the CRT truck is parked. "Don't take this the wrong way Danny, and I hope you don't but you don't need to stay at the hospital with me. I'll call the rest of the team up after I've called Havika's parents. They'll be there plus I've got to go tell Scott and Isaac too so they can come down and wait with me while the rest of my team drives over. I'm covered man I promise."

Danny takes in the younger blond's words. "Alright if you're sure I'll help coordinate with those other NCIS guys about Wilkes' body."

Lane know changed into a pair of coyote colored cargo pants and the white t-shirt along with his black combat boots, he hops in the passenger seat of Danny's Camaro headed for Tripler.

In the twenty-minute ride because of traffic Lane calls Mrs. Kamaka and tells her about her son. She's suitably scared and emotional, but if it's one thing Lane knows how to do is calm down scared or emotional individuals. He tells her that he's in the best hands possible and that she her husband, her niece and Havi's kids should come to the hospital as soon as they can. He tells her that he's already on his way to the hospital and he'll be waiting for them.


2142 Hours. Tripler Army Medical Center - 6th Floor OR Waiting Area, Moanalua, Oahu.

By the time, Danny gets Lane to Tripler, and they head into the ER and ask about Havika, he's already been rushed into emergency surgery. One of the nurses in the ER says they can wait upstairs on OR floor in the waiting area. She's about to show them where, when Lane tells her they already know where it is. Clearly the nurse is either new or doesn't recognize either Lane or Danny or their badges for that matter.

Lane tells Danny that he can go and he'll be fine now. Why Lane goes straight up to the sixth floor he doesn't know probably automatic autopilot from the last week. Both Isaac and Scott aren't in the Neuro ICU anymore they're on the fourth floor in the residential major trauma rehab ward. Which means they're basically living in the rehab ward until they become outpatients. Them both becoming outpatients is a long way off from now. It's very early days and there's actually quite a few unknowns surrounding Isaac's prognosis more so than Scott's.

Not to say that Scott's prognosis is easy or straightforward, it's not both men have long hard individual roads to recovery. Getting back to their jobs is primary objective or the end goal.

Lane gathers both men in Scott's room seeing as Isaac is the more mobile of the two or he can more easily transfer to a wheelchair than Scott can at the moment. Lane sits them both down and tells them about the interrogation just how it went south and not the details yet of what was said. The main point is their teammate is now is now been rushed into surgery and we need to be there for him when he gets out of it. Both Isaac and Scott and agree in their wheelchairs wheel themselves down corridors and through hallways to elevators to take them up to the sixth floor.

Where the three teammates find themselves now sitting and waiting for the rest of their team, as well Mr. and Mrs. Kamaka, Ailana Havi's cousin and Havi's five kids. When the elderly but spry Kamaka's due arrive with Ailana and kids in toe it's a whirlwind of emotions and tears on their part. Fear of the unknown, mostly, the uncertainty. No doubt being here is bringing back memories of that near fatal operation in South Africa. Even though that hospital was thousands of miles away and Havika was on the road to recovery by the time he got back stateside. Still it scared both parents a lot, though they tried not to show it in front of their grandchildren.

The rest of the team showed up shortly after the Kamaka's did. "Any news yet what happened?" Kali asks.

"Long story short Havika and I got locked in down in Five-0's rendition room and it turned ugly fast with the perp. That ended with Havika shot and me dealing out my own brand of justice on the perp." Lane explains in the cleanest way he can because of the children also present.

"No news yet Kali. A nurse did come by and say she'd let us know when there was news." Isaac replies from his seat. He's transferred from the wheelchair to the waiting room seat. Scott did also even though both had IV's in still they weren't hooked up to anything right now. Scott has already had his dinner and nightly dose of immunosuppressant's.

Scott can read between the lines and also read his partner's face pretty well after working together for so many years. He knows whatever happened down in rendition didn't go well or as planned at all.

He looks over at his partner and sees in a white V-neck t-shirt and a pair of cargo pants, that are hey those are his cargo pants. He remembers because he bought them, eh no big deal he's got half of Lane's iconic touristy California t-shirts. What's one pair of cargo pants. He also sees Lane is slumped over to his left, left arm supported on his chin. Little puffs of air coming out of his mouth. He's dozed off guess all the action he must have seen today caught up with him.


Klein and Foley make their way to the primary exfil point amid the battle grounds that are outside of the compound. The two Commanders meet up with the rest of their teams, and make their way to the exfil point. Which is an airfield where their plane was waiting a few yards away. As all the team members staggered toward the location, Aiden who is walking beside Barrera who is holding up Scott, heard the sound. The whizz of bullets.

"Sniper!" Brandon yells. Everyone not seriously injured forms a protective circle around the three former captives. "Someone get a shot at that bastard. Find where he's coming from."

The non-injured SEALs all form up a protective circle around those who are injured, weapons trained toward the sound of where the bullets are coming from.

Brandon was standing closest to CPO Kamaka that he could feel the blood splatter on his face.

"Shit. Somebody take the goddamn shot." Brandon yells.

"I got the shot it's a long shot." Lane yells back.

"Take it Sullivan." Foley barks they're all exposed out here no cover. They'd had to ditch their vehicles because they'd gotten blown up and now they had to hoof it on foot to the waiting cargo plane mere yards away.

Lane squeezed the trigger of his rifle and watched the South African militia man fall off the roof.

"Sullivan! Get over here!" A voice yelled and Lane rushed over to the downed teammate. It's Havika, shit.

He's been shot and it was bad. Really bad.

"No no no. come on don't do this Kamaka. Come on man. Fight stay with me." Lane yelled as he rummaged through his med kit and tried to staunch the bleeding.

It was too late he was dead. Gunshots to the head weren't always fatal but this time it was. "Sullivan!" Foley came up behind the blond Senior Chief. "He's gone there's nothing more you can do. He's gone, he's dead."

It's all his fault, all his training and all the hours in the classroom and in the field training. His advanced training and he couldn't save his friend. The threat eliminated he's stuck on the tarmac kneeling of the covered body of his friend, teammate and Brother.

He feels a hand on his shoulder shaking him slightly. "No, no stop let me stay."

"Agent Sullivan! Open your eyes Agent. Can you hear me?" Lane hears a firm commanding voice. He feels a hand on his shoulder as he slowly opens his eyes.

He opens his eyes to a tired looking middle-aged man in clean surgical scrubs and a white doctor's coat.

Lane I need you to slow your breathing, deep breaths for me alright. Follow my breathing in out in out."

"Havika's dead and it's all my fault I wasn't able to save him. What kind of a medic am I!?

"Excuse me?" The doctor asks confused.

"He's dead, he's lying in the morgue dead and it's all my fault. I couldn't save him."

The middle-aged doctor let out a nervous chuckle at the blond. "No, no...Agent Sullivan, Havika Kamaka is alive."

There's a gasp from over across the way from Havika's mom but Lane's not really paying attention at the moment.

"My name is Captain Jacob Haynes I have been treating Havika since he came in this evening." Haynes informs as he levers a weak agent down into a seat again.

"He's alive?" Lane asks in disbelief his eyes filled with surprise and relief.

"Yes, he is, we were able to remove both bullets and close him up just as neatly. His paralysis should clear within the next twenty-four hours when the swelling around his spine goes down."

"Wait wait two bullets he wasn't shot twice I saw I was there." Lane says.

"A nurse informed me he was complaining about not feeling his legs or feet or below his waist really, we took an x-ray before surgery and found a bullet was lodged in his spine."

"Africa..." Lane starts realizing what the doctor found.

"Excuse me?"

"Africa uh he got shot before, 13 years ago twice once in the head once in the abdomen."

"You must have been having a PTSD flashback, one of the nurses came out here to update you on Havika's condition she came back when she couldn't get you to wake up, you were unresponsive and having difficulty breathing." Captain Haynes informs him. "Have you been diagnosed?"

The man's non answer is answer enough. "It's alright I'm not here to push anything on you. I'm here to talk about your friend's condition."

Then why ask me in the first place. Oh no you're not calling my doctor. I'm not having a relapse. More like nightmare, worst day of my life in the Teams.

"So Havika's alive...?" Lane has to be doubly sure.

The doctor smiled at the man in front of him. "Yes, he sure is the surgery went off without a hitch. He's resting comfortably in an ICU bed right now. He's asking for you." Then the doctor turns to the mother and father of his patient. "You may come as well and the children." He eyes the teary-eyed children.

Mrs. Kamaka comes up to the doctor tear tracks on her face and takes his hands. "Mahalo doctor you saved my son's life. We are all forever grateful."

"Yeah Doc you saved our brother." Scott waves off Jackson's help into the chair and does it himself. He wheels over to the doctor to shake his hand. "You don't know what this means to all of us." Scott remarks sincerely. If there's a tear in the corner of his eye he doesn't wipe it away or care if anyone sees. Damn his uncontrollable emotions. He's noticed that a lot recently and he hates it.

"At the risk of sounding cliché but I was just doing my job. He'll regain feeling and function by tomorrow morning, and should walk again just fine."

"Hey Doc before you go, um odd question, but do you have the bullet that you retrieved out of Havika's back."

The doctor nods. "We usually dispose of materials or foreign bodies we recover in patients, but yes I can put it in a little specimen cup for you."

"Thanks, what room is he in?" Lane asks.

"Room 636." Haynes leaves the group to check on another patient he'd operated on earlier in the day. Who says nothing ever happens on a Tuesday has never been a trauma surgeon at a level 1 military hospital, that's frequented by SEALs. There's got to be something in the water.


2300 Hours. Trauma Intensive Care Unit - Patient Room 636, Moanalua, Oahu.

Havika's return to consciousness is sluggish and painful, the bright lights are making the pounding and hammering in his head worse. He squeezes his eyes shut tight. The light is dimmer now, and he tries blinking his eyes open and keeping them open. He can feel the pulse ox meter on his right finger as well as the IV in the crook of his right arm.

There's an intense pain radiating from his abdomen reminding him of the seriousness of his injury. He hears a muffled groan and he realizes it's his own muffled voice.

"Nggh."

"Hey there partner, you gave us quite a scare there Kamaka." Isaac says from his seated position on Havika's left with the bedrail down so he can easily reach his partner better.

"Wa-water?" Havika asks his voice sounding rough and hoarse from the tube down his throat during surgery.

"Here you go keki." Havika's mom holds out a cup of water with a straw.

"Mom? You're here."

"We're all here Havi." Brianna says. "An attack on one of us is an attack on all of us." Havika is looking around more and his room is wall to wall his ohana. Even the McGarrett boys and Major McGarrett are there.

"She's right Havi we look out for our own." Jackson says, as he's stood by his partner Kali. "The doctor says you'll be up and about in no time."

"What?..."

"No, he's not our problem anymore." Lane tells his friend. "The other agents took care of him carted him off to the brig."

"Good I'm glad." Havika says, his eyes are probably open and he's eyes are fluttering shut.

"We're all glad you're okay H-man." Isaac says. "It's late we should all be getting back home for the night. Er back to our rooms before our nurses come looking for us." Isaac gives Scott a look.

"Yo-you're right Isaac, Jac-k-son, Kali I'm sure you had an intrasting day go home sleep. Take -take the day tomorrow." Scott orders tiredly from his chair slumping over.

"Get outta here Master Chief I'm in good hands here. Don't want you or Isaac getting in trouble with your doctors." Havika tells both wheelchair bound teammates.

Isaac yawns but tries to cover it up. "Yeah yeah let's go."

"Everyone go please I'm okay." Havika then turns to his kids all clustered closest to his bed. "I'm okay kaʻu mau keiki. ʻAʻole wau e hele koke me kahi manawa ʻole e haʻi aku."

"ʻIke mākou e ʻike iā Papa, e hoʻi hou mai ʻoe iā mākou." Kale tells his dad.

"Alright everyone I think we should let Havika rest, and you all go home and rest too." Mrs. Kamaka tells the group.

"Yes Mrs. K." Half the group chorus back to the older Hawaiian woman.

"Night guys." Havika calls to his Ohana as they leave his room.

He gets various replies in kind as they all leave his room for the night. It's been one helluva day and he's tired, he finally lets the days' events and emotions wash over him as he drifts off to sleep.

TBC...


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Chapter 15 - Two Weeks later: A lot is happening next all I'm saying, may want to get your tissues ready. Don't worry nobody dies just very emotional and heartwarming I think.