Chapter 1

Kalani having been kidnapped at the scene of an active police investigation boiled Steve's temper. Leads were nowhere to be seen and the two suspects in custody weren't forthcoming with any answers.

"I have to call her CO," Steve grumbled to Danny. Danny Williams sighed. He didn't want to think the worst but looking out Steve's office, he saw their team and his daughter in full investigation mode.

"It's been six hours," Danny stated. "This group could have her anywhere on Mainland by now. I don't think calling a US Navy Commanding Officer is high on our priority list."

"You just said so yourself, it's been six hours," Steve bellowed. "In six more hours, she's supposed to be hopping a Transport for a three month deployment. She will be Court Marshaled for being AWOL. I deal with the Navy, then we find a way to get my girl home!"

Danny in a rare show of defeatism raised his hands. He had no idea that she was shipping out. "You didn't say anything about her going on a HOP."

Steve crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against his desk. "That wasn't my call. I have the Secretary of the Navy and the President of the United States of America breathing down my neck to keep it quiet for here on out. Apparently a mission they have her on is highly sensitive and could put all of her relatives in danger."

"Since when does a SEAL only report to The Commander in Chief and The Secretary of the Navy?" Danny asked. He didn't know in full detail what Kalani's role was with the SEALs. In US Military history Kalani was a first. She was the only minor to legally be commissioned into any US Military Branch. From what he did know, he knew that her commission happened right around the time that John McGarrett was murdered. She had been nine at the time.

"Since she is a third gen SEAL. They approached her not the other way around." Steve paused as a look of confusion crossed his face. "Something doesn't add up. Let me call her CO and then I will share my theory!"

With that Danny leaves Steve's office, while Steve pick up his office phone and started dialing numbers.

After ten minutes Steve joined his team in the strategy room. "Okay, so my thought is that our girl isn't one to be caught off guard. She doesn't get caught unless she wants to get caught. So what the hell happened on that roof top?"


An hour later in Los Angeles, California, a team of four are being briefed about the disappearance of a very young Navy SEAL.

Assistant Director of the Naval Criminal Investigative Service Owen Granger and Team Supervisor Henrietta "Hetty" Lange have G. Callum, Sam Hanna, Kensi Blye, and Marty Deeks in their situation room.

"SecNav has been informed that a classified infiltrator has been abducted from Coronado," Granger began. "The details regarding their disappearance are sketchy at best."

Sam Hanna tensed as he took in the description of the victim. He had an inkling who their victim was and it didn't sit well with him. His cell phone vibrated in his hand as he received a text from his long time friend Steve McGarrett appeared. KAM missing. Need help from NCIS. Suspicion confirmed, Sam thought to himself.

Nell Jones and Eric Beale NCIS: LA branch analysts took over for Granger.

"So our Vic goes by the Code Name: Eris. Because of the sensitive nature of her work we were not given her name or a copy of her Naval ID photo" Eric supplied.

"We did some digging and you can't get a data profile about her unless you are the President or SecNav," Nell continued. "What we did find out about her is, the fighting style she uses. It is not conventional of SEAL training. It's called..."

"Ghost Fire," Sam supplied. All eyes went to him. He didn't miss the confusion written on his teammates faces. "Our Vic is my fifteen year old god daughter Commander Kalani McGarrett. Her Code Name is Eris. She was recruited when she was nine years old. Right around the time her Grandfather was murdered." Sam shook his head from side to side.

"Ghost Fire is a combination of Capoeira, Jiu-Jitsu, Aikido, Judo, Hankido, Krav Maga, Hawaiian Kapu Kuialua and Kickboxing. She speaks twelve languages fluently. Mandarin, English, Arabic, Spanish, Portuguese, French, German, Russian, Italian, North Korean, Greek, American Sign Language. When attached to a SEAL team she is their designated translator because of her skills. With an IQ of 170 she is not the type to get captured unless she wants to be captured. If Hawaii Five-0 can't find her, you're going to need every branch of the Department of Defense on this case.

"Her abductors must have been surveying her for months to gain perspective of her daily routines and hone in on her weaknesses. Her weaknesses are very few, she was trained from the time she could walk to be aware of her surroundings even when engaged in a battle which for a non-genius is a difficult task at best,"Sam finished his briefing.

"Why do you suggest that Hawaii Five-0 can't find her Mr. Hanna?" Hetty asks.

Sam crossed his arms over her chest, and arched an eyebrow, "You don't mess with a McGarrett and not expect repercussions. Her father is Lt. Commander Steven J. McGarrett. While I was still an active SEAL, we were stationed at Coronado together for a time. He retired from active service to be recruited to lead the 5-0 task force so he can find his father's killer. My god daughter is a Five-0 task force member and one of the most lethal weapons ever trained by the US Government. She's not just a SEAL, she's a Naval Intelligence Officer as well."

"In the wrong hands, terrorists can bend her to give away National Security secrets. The security clearance she has is so high... Admirals, Generals, and DOD Directors can't get the information she receives. Only two other people in the country has her clearance."

Everyone in the situation room knew who those two people were, they didn't need any clarification.

"That would explain why her files are encrypted and redacted," Eric states. He looks to Hetty. "How do we find someone who has more security clearance than the Joint Chiefs of Staff combined?"

Hetty looks to Sam, "Getting both of her fathers together and pleading for her release." Sam nods his head clearly receiving the hidden order.

"Ms. Blye, Mr. Deeks, Mr. Callum you will escort Mr. Hanna to Fort Coronado. You will aid the Hawaii Five-0 task force in their investigation. I'll have the other agents here surveying the city." Hetty orders.

Granger pipes in, "I'll call the Director and see if he will allow us to use Washington and New Orleans for manpower here on the mainland. Let's find our Vic before our window of opportunity closes in on us and we're too late."

"Am I the only one who sees how illogical this all is," Deeks interjects. "She's only been missing for seven hours, she's a teenager. This is what teenagers do all the time. It's an act of rebellion. Why not wait forty-eight hours and see if she resurfaces?"

Granger looks at Deeks and shakes his head. "From what I gather about her character Commander McGarrett is honor bound. At nine years old when other girls her age are going to dance class, gymnastics, cheerleading and ice skating, she was at a firing range and combat training. She was a commissioned officer of the US Navy by the time she was ten years old. By the time she turned eleven she was at the same rank as her father. By the time she was thirteen she outranked her father. This is not your typical teenager."

"Mr. Deeks, the severity of Commander McGarrett's disappearance is out of the realm of explanation. I've had the liberty to work with this young woman in the first two years of her service. She is very fluent in all the languages Mr. Hanna has explained she speaks. The very first words out of her mouth as an infant were in Mandarin." Hetty looked to Sam, "Mr. Hanna than taught his god daughter Arabic. She is in great danger and it's our job to help bring her home alive. Lt. Commander McGarrett will bring fire and brimstone if she isn't rescued alive."

Deeks took his reprimand with a grain of salt. Still thinking that this is an act of teenage rebellion he followed suit.


"Well, well, well, if it isn't Adelle Bonnet Charbonneau," a female voice greeted a disoriented Kalani. "I would imagine that someone so young would be so hard to capture but yet here you are."

Kalani looked up to see a woman she had only ever seen in a photograph. Doris McGarrett. "Imagine my surprise when looking into your background no one with your name ever surfaces."

Having all her bearings, Kalani sneered. This woman was her objective. This woman was the sole purpose of her United States Navy SEAL recruitment. The one woman who single-handedly helped Wo Fat kill her grandfather. The one woman who would die as soon as she released herself from these bonds.

"Sneering is not a ladylike behavior darling," Doris admonished the girl before her.

"You wouldn't know what was ladylike if it were staring you in the face," Kalani answered in Mandarin.

Kalani didn't show her confusion in her voice or facial features. Her captors must have used so much force with the blunt object, they temporarily knocked her English out of her. It wouldn't have been the first time this had happened to her but it always gave her an advantage.

"Interesting that you break into Chinese when clearly you are American," Doris countered back in Mandarin.

Kalani knew now why her father was so adamant about learning to speak Mandarin. It had been his mother who sparked the interest in him. "I may be American but you are a Traitor. I can't fathom why a woman would aid and embed the very man who killed her husband and to top it off fake her own death," Kalani insulted in Mandarin.

"Now how would you know anything about that," Doris asked in English. Astounded by this teenagers knowledge of her Shelburne days.

"One word...Eris...," Kalani smirked in Mandarin.

Doris was flabbergasted by that.

"Now why would you give me the Greek Mythology word for Spirit of Discord and Goddess of Strife,"the older woman asked.

"I'm going to give you a world of strife and discord, that's why," Kalani answered still in Mandarin.

"You can switch to English or French anytime now," Doris ordered growing impatient with the captive.

Kalani had finally managed to get her hands free from the ties behind her. The idiots Doris employed kept her feet unbound. Knowing Doris was distracted by her admission Kalani swept into a crouch position and kicked her legs out to knock her grandmother on her ass.

Doris growing weaker in her advanced age chuckled. "I should have known you would break from those ties easily."

"Well, Grandma," she spat in a jab to Doris' train of thought, "You should never underestimate your opponent," Kalani spoke in English.

Kalani heard guns drawing towards her head and smirked, "You really wouldn't want to have your eldest granddaughter killed before your eyes now do you?" Kalani arched an eyebrow at her grandmother.

The look of shock on her face was priceless to Kalani. "What how it's not possible? Joan?"

Kalani laughed, "No I'm not Joan. I'm Kalani. Steve's daughter and soon to be your killer!"

"Steve doesn't have a daughter. He'd have pictures lying around his house." Doris defended her assertion.

"I've never been photographed. How's it feel to have family blood on your hands again."

"Guns down!" Doris ordered in French. Guns went down and the two McGarretts stood face to face. "I knew it was too easy the way they took you out. You went down like a wet noodle." Doris commented knowing her son would militant train his children if he ever did have his own.

Kalani instantly started attacking the men who had captured her, "After I take these assholes out. You will draw your last breath," she pointed to her Grandmother.

"I'd like to see you try," Doris challenged Kalani, taking advantage of the younger female's temporary distraction, started retreating from the scene.

"I've been take hostage for over 20 hours. I'm not going to let this get through my fingers. By order of the President of the United States of America, you die tonight for treason against the USA and crimes against humanity." Kalani called while in combat.

"Good luck with that darling," Doris stated as she walked from the room.

Checking her surroundings Kalani gathered there were about thirty guns pointed at her head. She repetitiously hit juggler after juggler, hearing a satisfying bone cracking after another. After thirty minutes she had thirty men unconscious and Doris was nowhere to be seen.

"You can run Shelburne but you can't hide. Eris always finds her man," Kalani taunted.