Danny sat in a chair next to the bed that Steve was asleep on, looking at his partner and best friend. Steve's head was stitched up but he still had traces of blood on his arms and neck. Keha's wife came in with a fresh towel and examined the stitches. Her long black hair was secured in an unkempt bun and she wore a flowered blue and white kimono. She was a female version of Keha. She took the wet rag and began to wipe the blood off Steve's neck. She looked over at Danny, "He should wake soon. The medicine won't last much longer."

Danny nodded, "Thank you. Thanks for all you did for him. You probably saved his life."

She shrugged as if it was effortless. "I hope they find his wahine. I think he will be broken if not."

Danny shook his head, "I'm sorry. I don't understand."

"His woman." she responded. "When Keha brought him here, he woke for a few seconds, he cried for her. We had to hold him down."

Danny adjusted his position in the chair. "She's not his woman. She's a witness he was protecting."

Keha's wife stood up, "Not the way he cried for her. His pu'uwai is broken." she turned to leave and Danny questioned her Hawaiian word. "Pu'uwai?"

She spoke over her shoulder as she left. "Heart."

He looked down at Steve, wondering if it was true.

Steve slowly opened his eyes and looked over at Danny, his chin resting on his chest, arms crossed. He wondered how he hadn't fallen out of the chair. He closed his eyes again when the thought of Lexi came to him. The rush of fear that shot through him felt like he was in hell. How could he have let this happen? She trusted him and worse yet, he had led her to believe that he could protect her and keep her safe. Now he had no idea where she was or if she was even alive. The only thing he could hope for was to find her before they would kill her. Nothing could have prepared him for the type of pain he was experiencing. His gut was in knots and his head throbbed. It was excruciating. He looked over at Danny again and wondered if this is what he felt when he lost Rachel. They only way to cure it was to find her.

He sat up on the side of the bed and gently rubbed his finger over the exposed stitches. He reached his foot out and nudged Danny in the shin. "Hey, princess, wake up."

Danny lifted his head, opened his eyes wide and yawned, "It's about time you woke up." he stretched his arms over his head, "I was about to roll you on the floor and take your spot."

Steve ignored the comment; he only had one thing on his mind. "How did they find us?"

Danny leaned forward in the chair, elbows on his knees and ran his hands through his hair, "Chin found the helicopter pilot, he's dead."

"Ah Jesus," Steve groaned, he stood up and quickly reached out balancing himself with a hand on Danny's shoulder.

"Whoa, whoa," Danny barked, grabbing Steve's arm, "just relax for a while. Sit down!"

"I'm fine." he replied.

"You're fine?" he questioned, "You're about to do a swan dive into the floor." He stood up and forced him back down on the bed. "I'm hiding your tights for a couple more hours Superman, so just relax."

"We don't have time!" Steve yelled, shoving Danny's hand off his shoulder. "They're going to kill her!" He looked up at his partner with panic in his eyes, "They're going to kill her Danny if I don't find her." He could hear the panic and desperation in his own voice and the expression on Danny's face told him that he heard it too. He felt sick and leaned over resting his head in his hands, "I have to find her."

Danny shook his head, "What did you do?" he scolded, looking down on him, "Huh? What did you do? Did you fall for this girl?"

Steve felt the bile in his stomach rising to his throat, "No…Yes…I don't know." he took a deep breath forcing it back down, "I think so." He knew without a doubt he loved her, but wasn't quite ready to divulge that info to Danny yet.

Danny groaned loudly and put his hand on Steve's bent head. "Women! Goddamn women!" he patted his head reassuringly, "Don't worry, buddy," he sighed, "We'll find her."

Lexi came too and tried to adjust her eyes to the pitch-blackness that was all around her. "Steve?" she called out, frightened of where she was. She reached out with her left arm and winced from the pain, remembering the stab wound. Suddenly everything came flooding back, the knife to her neck, the fight in the house, being pulled through the sand to the boat.

She felt a cold chill run over her. "No, no!" she moaned.

The last thing she remembered was the man taking the gun, and then hearing the shots being fired. She burst into tears, "Steve! Steve!" she screamed over and over, trying to feel her way out of the confined space. She had to get to him. She kept hearing the gunshots over and over, picturing him dead and then trying to deny what she heard. She had never felt so completely alone as she did at that second.

The small space she was trapped in was beginning to close in on her. Where was it, underground? Her claustrophobic fear set in and she began to panic. Sweat trickled down her face. She kicked her feet but couldn't even stretch her legs out. She felt blindly around with her right hand but couldn't even find a door or latch. It was like a coffin. She closed her eyes and could hear Steve's voice telling her not to panic. The horrible agony she felt over loosing him was just as painful as when she lost her father. She knew in that second, without a doubt that she had fallen in love with him. She relived their moments on the beach and their last night together, it only made her cry harder for him. He had given his life for her. She didn't know how long she'd been in that room, but after what seemed like hours, she finally had nothing left, she slumped against the wall of her confined prison and had no more fight left in her. Her last thought was of Steve walking backward into the ocean after their first time together, holding her hand. She finally passed out from exhaustion, hoping she too would die soon.