Opening his bedside drawer, John froze when he saw his service weapon lying on top of his gun belt and holster. Reaching into the drawer, he slowly picked the gun and the gun belt up and placed them on top of the bedside drawers. Running a hand over his face, he sat down heavily on the edge of the bed as he stared at the two items. He knew that the gun had been holstered and the holster's safety strap had been holding the weapon securely to prevent it from slipping free when he had placed it in the drawer, and he knew there could only be one reason why the gun was now out of his holster.

His heart sunk, aware this was not the first time this had happened, and he had his doubts that this would be the last time either. Taking a deep shuddering breath as he forced himself to rise from the bed, he slowly walked across to the bedroom door and opened it before he called to his son. "Sammy, come in here please."

He watched as Sammy and his friend Tommy emerged from Sammy's bedroom before he stepped aside and allowed Sammy to enter his bedroom as Tommy stopped, uncertainly, at the doorway.

"Yes, Daddy?" Sammy asked, glancing at his father's service weapon on the bedside table before he turned and looked innocently up at his father.

"Sammy, did you go into my drawers while I was asleep and touch my police gun?" he asked softly, watching his son carefully.

"No, Daddy," Sammy shook his head, "you and mommy said that I am not allowed to touch it anymore."

"Are you sure you didn't sneak it out to show your friend, Tommy?" John asked, glancing towards Sammy's friend who suddenly looked very scared and guilty before he returned his attention back to his son, "You won't get into trouble if you tell me the truth." John promised, just wanting Sammy to tell him the truth.

"No, Daddy, you and mommy told me I wasn't allowed to anymore." Sammy repeated as he shook his head empathically, his lip trembling slightly as he saw his father stare at him in disbelief before he asked quietly, "Can I go now, please? Tommy and me are playing the PlayStation and I am just about to win."

Nodding silently, John watched as Sammy ran out of the room before he headed back to his bedroom with his friend close behind him. He stood staring at the empty doorway, uncertain of what to do or where else to turn. Sammy had just blatantly lied to his face again, and experience had taught him that once Sammy lied, no amounts of threats, bribery, groundings or even spankings could make the child admit the truth. And he was quickly reaching the end of his rope with Sammy and his behavior. Only seven years old, his son was already adept at lying and would do just whatever he wanted to do with little or no empathy of the effects that his behavior had on other people.

Sammy just did not seem to care. Not even after Jamie's death… His hand shook as he remembered that horrible morning when he had entered the baby's nursery and found Sammy smiling proudly, standing beside Jamie's cot with the cot's side down and a pillow in his hand. Neither he nor Susan had told the doctors or the officers investigating Jamie's sudden death what he had seen that morning, the mere thought that Sammy might have possibly had something to do with Jamie's death was just too hard to deal with or believe. Jamie's death had been ruled as SIDS.

Janey and he had taken Sammy to numerous doctors, pediatricians and even several child psychologists in an attempt to find out what was wrong with their son and how they could correct his behavior. But the answers were always the same, ranging from Sammy was just going through a normal childhood phase which he would eventually grow out of it, to the traumatic and sudden death of a younger sibling often delays normal emotional development and causes the child to become emotionally detached from everyone around him, with love time and understanding, Sammy would recover from the loss of his brother answer. All he could do was pray and hope the doctors were right.

He sighed, aware that nothing he could say or do to Sammy would stop the boy from trying to play with his gun. All he could do was to place a lock on the drawer and hide the key to keep the deadly weapon out of his young son's hands to prevent any potential tragedies from happening, something he would have to do the first thing tomorrow after he got home from night duty.

Reaching for his gun belt, he strapped it around his waist before replacing the gun in its holster and grabbing his badge, wallet and keys from the top of the bedside drawers. Glancing down at his watch, he turned and hurried out of the room, he was running late, and the Sarge would have his head if he missed roll call again.

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Tony Henderson pulled the thin coat he was wearing a little tighter against the light misty rain that was fare-welling the setting sun as he nervously looked around. Reassuring himself that no one was around, he left the safety of the shadows and ran across the road. Hurrying up the stairs to the home's front door, he quickly looked around again before he turned and knocked. He waited for a minute, shifting nervously from foot to foot before he knocked again.

He heard someone within approach the door before a young, dark- haired woman opened the door. "Tony!" she gasped in surprise, "What are you doing here? I thought I told you that you were never to come here again!"

"Just get in here, before one of your nosy neighbors sees me, and shut the door!" he ordered softly as he pushed past her and moved across to the window, lifting the curtain slightly to look outside as the young woman closed the door and turned to face him as she placed her hands on her hips.

"You just can't turn up here and order me to let you come in any time you want, Tony, not after what happened the last time you were here," she told him firmly, "I told you that we were through, that I don't want you coming around here ever again."

Dropping the curtain back into place, Tony turned and faced her, his fear evident in his face, his voice trembling as he whispered, "I'm sorry, Jenny, but I didn't know where else to go…"

Concern replaced any annoyance she was feeling as she looked into Tony's frightened eyes and asked, "Tony, what's happened?"

"I'm in trouble, Jen, big trouble this time," he admitted, running his fingers through his hair, a habit she knew he did unconsciously when he was nervous or upset.

She frowned as she stepped closer and grabbed his hands, squeezing them lightly as she asked, "What sort of trouble?"

"The Five 0 cops think I killed one of them," he began softly as he pulled his hands free of her light hold and began to pace the small room, "They think I shot him in the head as I tried to get away from them… but it was one of the kids…"

"You shot a cop?" Jenny's frown deepened in confusion, shocked and a little frightened at what he was telling her as she tried to follow his story as Tony paced back towards the window, "I…I don't understand…Why did you do that?"

"I didn't shoot the cop!" Henderson growled as he spun towards her.

His unpredictable fiery temper had always frightened her, although she loved him with all her heart and when everything was going well, he was so gentle and loving but when things went wrong... His temper was quick and often violent. She stepped back and gasped in surprise and terror when she saw a gun in his hand. "I didn't shoot that cop," he shouted again as he jabbed the gun towards her in anger, "Don't you ever listen, I have already told you that the kid shot the cop, not me."

Swallowing hard as she took another faltering step backwards, Jenny raised her hands as she tried desperately to calm him, "Okay, okay, you didn't shoot the cop, the kid did but think about it, Tony, if you didn't shoot him, why don't you tell the cops that. I've…I've watched some of the police shows on television and the …the…" She frowned as she desperately tried to think of the right word the cop shows used for collecting stuff like fingerprints and checking bullets, "umm…forensics…I think they call it, will support what you say. I mean if you didn't shoot the cop, the bullets in your gun won't match the bullet they have dug out of the cop's body. You can tell them the kids shot him. You will be in the clear."

"Damn it, open your ears and listen to me?" Tony yelled, his fear, frustration and anger boiling over as he took a threatening step closer, "I can't go to McGarrett and Five 0 and tell them what happened! The cop got shot while I was trying to get away from them, so why would they believe me anyway?" He shook his head as he turned and stepped back to the window, lifting the curtain to look outside again. Satisfied that the street was still empty, and their shouting had not drawn any unwanted attention, he allowed the curtain to drop back into place before he turned back towards the now frightened woman, his gun still trained on her as he announced, "Five 0 are looking for me, that's why I came here. I needed somewhere safe to hide, where McGarrett and the rest of his cops won't look for me and you're going to hide me until I can get away."

She nodded woodenly in reluctant agreement, too frightened to speak and risk angering him any further, the last time she had angered him had resulted in four broken ribs, a broken arm, a black eye, and a two-week hospital stay for her. Licking her dry lips, she managed to whisper, "Okay, Tony, you can stay here."

He smiled and lowered his gun, satisfied he had complete control over her again as he quietly ordered, "So, be a good girl and go and lock the door and then make me some dinner. I'm hungry," His smile turned wolfish, and he licked his lips greedily, staring at her ass as she turned and hurried across to lock the door before he added softly, "and maybe afterwards we can have some real fun together, just like we used to do!"

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Standing in the alleyway, Steve frowned as he stared up at the small hole where the bullet that had struck Danny had embedded itself in the wall. He turned and stared at the spot where his partner had fallen, his frown deepening. Every possible scenario he ran through his mind about just how Danny was shot was instantly rejected. None of this made any sense and the more scenarios he ran through his mind, the more questions he had. Why had Danny had allowed Henderson to get the drop on him? And why the Hell had Danny reholstered his gun? Now, studying the actual angle of the bullet that had struck Danny in the head, just added to Steve's questions and confusion on just what had had happened in this alleyway just a few short hours before.

He slowly turned and looked around him, the usual collection of overflowing garbage bins, discarded cardboard boxes and general rubbish no longer wanted by the tenants or businesses in the surrounding buildings lined the wall, lots of places for two small, frightened boys to hide. But what were they doing here? The alley was not the place most young children would come to play. And just what had they seen?

He sighed, running his hand in frustration over his head and turned, walking out the now dark and empty alley before he headed back into the apartment building to Henderson's second floor apartment where Chin and Kono were searching for anything that could give them a clue of where Henderson had gone.

Entering the tiny one roomed apartment, he turned and looked around. The room reeked of stale cigarette smoke and unwashed clothes, an overflowing ashtray sat in the middle of the small badly scratched coffee table that had several well-worn playboy magazines scattered across it, and empty beer bottles were dropped, haphazardly, around the floor. Kono was searching the small closet, her nose wrinkling as she picked up a pair of grime covered jeans and began to tentatively search the pockets with her gloved hand. Chin had stripped the blanket and sheets from the bed and was now searching beneath the smelly, yellow stained mattress.

Taking a few steps across to the small kitchenette as he pulled on a pair of gloves, Steve could not stop his own nose from wrinkling in disgust nose as the smell that emitted from an old pizza box sitting open on the bench assaulted his nose. Reaching across, he quickly hit the box lid closed and pushed it away as he picked up several addressed envelopes that had been dropped next to it.

He quickly went through the contents of the envelopes, most were bills, many overdue, all addressed to Henderson's only too obvious alias John F. Kennedy. Steve could almost hear Henderson laugh as he told people his alias name, 'Yeah, just like J.F.K. but I am more handsome than he was."

Finding nothing useful to the investigation, Steve dropped the envelopes back onto the bench before he began to open drawers, and searching them, hoping to find an address book or something that might lead him to where Henderson was now hiding.

Finding nothing they could use, he crossed back the living area to the small set of bedside drawers that was doubling as a second well used coffee table, leaning down, he pulled the first draw open, pushing aside an assortment or socks, underwear and what was once white but now were grayish, sweat stained, tee shirts. He pushed closed the drawer before opening the second one and quickly ruffling through the shirts and tee shirts that appeared to have been just shoved, haphazardly, into the drawer rather than folded and placed.

He paused as he saw the photo of a young smiling woman hidden at the bottom of the drawer. Carefully picking it up he studied the young woman's smiling face, her dark hair, and eyes before he turned it over and read the name scrawled carefully on the back. 'Jenny'. Placing it down on the top of the bedside table, he grabbed his phone from his pocket as it began to ring and glanced at the unfamiliar call ID number before he stabbed the answer button and snapped, "McGarrett." Steve felt his heart miss several beats in fear as the nurse identified herself before she told him the surgeon was requesting that he return to the hospital immediately, or sooner, if possible.

Kono and Chin stopped searching and turned towards Steve as they heard him ask anxiously, "What's happened?"

Steve's grip on his phone tightened, turning his knuckles white as he listened to the nurse's reply before he told her, "I'm on my way." Hitting the disconnect button, he turned back towards Chin and Kono, his face pale, and the fear evident in his face as he quickly explained, "Danny's condition has deteriorated. The surgeon wants me back at the hospital, straight away."

"Go Steve, we can take care of things here." Chin told him. "We will meet you at the hospital after we wrap things up here."

"Yeah Boss, Danny needs you more than we do," Kono added softly.

Pushing the photo he had found into Chin's hand, Steve ordered "I found this in the bedside drawer. Try and find out who she is, Chin, and what link she has to Henderson. If you need me…"

"We know where you will be," Chin finished Steve's statement as Steve nodded and ran out of the apartment.