Author's Note:

I know it's ill form to right a foreign language in your primary language, so please forgive my impoliteness. I don't know Arabic, can't read or write it. This should be the last chapter that Arabic is presented in.

Chapter 8

The flight to Sigonella was eight hours of pure turbulence. Kalani did her best not to cry out in agony, the pilot grimaced through his Head Cans every time he heard her grimace.

Kalani wasn't stupid enough to think that her injuries were just bruising, she was kicking herself for not seeking medical attention sooner. The only thing keeping her going was her adrenalin. She was impressed with the brave face she had given Jennifer and Jones but now she wanted to cry until she dried up her tear ducts. Ground travel had been easier on her body, she had only been in slight pain down there.

She just hoped that her injuries weren't too severe because of her ignorance. She got a whiff of her Grandmother's scent and placed that bounty on the Egyptian First Family, that she buy her a couple weeks of recuperation. Then she was going to track her grandmother down like a bloodhound and bring her to justice. She didn't care if Doris McGarrett was found dead or alive.

No one messed with Kalani and thought they can get away with it, not without repercussions.

"Commander McGarrett," came several loud voices of the bird's rotors whirling to a stop. Kalani saw several medics and a stretcher waiting for her on the helipad. She was relieved. After that flight she didn't think she'd be able to use her legs anymore.

"Ambassador Hardgrave informed us before hand that you seek medical treatment," the lead medic informed her. "We ask that you don't make any unnecessary movements while we get to onto the stretcher. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir," she affirmed.

Not knowing what her injuries were, they explained that they were going to put a neck brace on her as well as attach her to a backboard before placing her onto the stretcher. The process felt like an hour to Kalani but really it took about five minutes.

The lead medic introduced himself as Captain Daniel O'Malley. He explained that he would be personally responsible with over seeing her care and that he specialized in PTSD cases. Kalani was sure she wasn't suffering PTSD, her paranoia was apart of her job description.

If Captain O'Malley thought it was strange that he was addressing a fifteen year old girl as a Commander, he was letting on. To him she was an American seeking medical asylum and for that she was grateful. It didn't matter what he saw here though because once she was released SecNav was going to seal the records tighter than The Roswell Cover-up.

"Take her to radiology, I want every kind of scan we have at our disposal. We need to know what her injuries are before we can proceed any further," O'Malley ordered a nurse.

Six hours later Kalani had been through a mammogram, a Cardiac Imaging, CT scan, a Interventional Neuroradiology, a MRI scan, a Nuclear Medicine & Molecular Imaging, a PET, an Ultrasound and X-ray. She was tired of hearing all of the beeps, groans and other white noise each machine made. She was still on the backboard and in the neck brace. O'Malley had explained that once he went over all the imaging results with his team, they could see about taking her out of the restraints

She wanted out of the restraints right now, she also needed something to eat and drink, she was becoming light headed. O'Malley explained that she couldn't incase she needed emergency surgery for her injuries. She groaned, it had been almost twenty-four hours since she had any kind of nourishment at all. She just hoped that they be pumping liquids into her if they had to put her under.


Nobody left 5-0 headquarters. The President thought it would be best for all parties involved to be sequestered. Steve had planned for this exact situation. He had rations, cots, pillows and blankets stored in the basement which was part of their prep for the President's impending arrival.

Morning arrived with several adults groaning from stiff muscles from sleeping on the cots. The office coffee machine was working overtime. Because of the sequester, Gracie was not allowed to attend classes today, much to Danny's dismay. President Saunders assured him that it would be taken care of by the Secretary of the US DOE. She would not be penalized for this unexcused absence since she was aiding an actual federal investigation.

Catherine had started for Kalani's computer the second she woke up. Looking into flight plans from Russian airspace. "Steve come quick," she ordered.

Steve strode into his daughter's office to see his girlfriend's eyes move rapidly over the computer monitor. He watched as Catherine looked to her watch and then back to the monitor, she was clearly trying to calculate something.

"There's a consulate in Vladivostok, The Ambassador Jennifer Hardgrave ordered a flight plan by Helios to Moscow," Catherine began. She looked up to him with relief in her eyes. They both knew Jennifer well and knew she thought of their daughter as a sister.

"OK, so, did it land in Moscow," Kono asked from the doorway. She had head the urgency in Catherine's voice and decided to follow Steve into Kalani's office.

"No, it got rerouted to Sigonella," Catherine answered. "Only reason to go there would to be..."

"Not to blow her Russian Cover," Steve affirmed. He gently pushed Catherine out of the way of the computer and started typing rapidly. "According to Russian officials it wasn't authorized. When seeking answers from the Ambassador, she had answered with it was a matter of United States Emergency and the information was Classified."

"Like ERIS classified," Kono finished catching onto what Steve was implying.

Kono turned to President Saunders and Admiral Falcone. "I'll call Sigonella right now. Do you have a secure landline," Falcone asked.

Danny nodded, gesturing the Admiral to follow him. They walked into Steve's office, where Danny pointed to the untraceable Sat. Phone on the file cabinet behind Steve's desk. "Thank you," Falcone said before Danny ushered out of Steve's office to give him privacy.

Out in the strategy room Grover was in full chef mode cooking enough breakfast on the makeshift range top set could handle. Gracie was his sous chef handing him requested ingredients.

The occupants were at a stand still until they heard what was happening in Italy and if Kalani was actually there.


"Captain O'Malley, SecNav is on the phone," a petty officer announced after his interruption and salute.

It was few and far between when he actually heard from an Admiral and it was even rarer to have it be the Secretary of the Navy. To think this was a coincidence since the arrival of his latest patient, was now unsound. He had thought it strange that a fifteen year old was greeting herself as an O-5 just a rank below him. He looked in the Naval Personnel Database and could come up with a Commander McGarrett. He certainly came up with a Retired SEAL Lt. Commander McGarrett but that one was male.

Looking at the Radiology Results this girl was seriously injured, if he didn't get her into surgery to stop internal bleeding she could die within the next 48 hours. "Fine, get the Commander prepped for surgery. Make sure she is put under and get life support on standby. If we don't work on her soon, she could die."

"This is Captain O'Malley, Sigonella's Medical Corps Commanding Officer," O'Malley greeted on the phone, "It's a pleasure to hear from you Admiral Falcone. How can I be of service."

"O'Malley, I'm sorry to interrupt your operations, I'm sure you have a patient in critical care right now." Falcone greeted.

"I do however it's rare that I get a Cabinet member calling me, I'm sorry but I really only have a few minutes to spare."

"Do you have a young girl by the name of Commander McGarrett at your Command?"

Suspicions confirmed this wasn't a coincidence. The girl he was prepping for surgery was a highly classified Sailor, Shit! He thought.

"Yes, sir, I do. In fact I'm in the process of trying to operate on her," O'Malley confirmed.

There was a pause before SecNav spoke again, making O'Malley squirm with indecisiveness.

"How bad is her condition." From the tone SecNav had on his voice O'Malley knew he was expecting the worst.

"She has internal bleeding of the intestines, detached uterine wall, a pierced lung and several cracked ribs and a broken shoulder. From my calculations, she sustained these injuries about a week ago. Quickly frankly sir, it's a miracle she is still alive."

"Shit! God dammit! Just do want you can to save her O'Malley. Once you release her, Destroy her medical files."

"Excuse me sir?"

"That's an order O'Malley. No one can know that Eris was at your command. Everyone who encounters her is now under nondisclosure. "

Eris? That couldn't be? Eris was a teenage girl? This was going to be harder than I thought. O'Malley thought to himself. "Yes, Admiral, I understand."

"Great, I'll call again to get an update. Goodbye."

Without much more ceremony the line went dead. O'Malley went to work briefing his command about their patient. Then spent the next fifteen hours in the Operating Room working on Kalani.


"Well, I received confirmation that the package to Sigonella was in fact Commander McGarrett." Falcone addressed the room without greeting.

Several hopeful eyes looked his way. The most concerned coming from Sam, Steve, Kono, Chin, Catherine and Gracie.

"However, it's not looking good. The Chief Medical Officer explained to me her condition." He sighed looking at Steve. "She has intestinal bleeding, uterine damage, broken ribs, a pierced lung and a broken shoulder. She should have died days ago Steve. The Doctor even said it was a miracle. You and I both know the adrenalin was keeping her alive."

A strangled cry came from Catherine, Gracie and Kono. The news enraged the rest of the room's occupants. Sam stormed out of the room heading to the holding cell holding the Egyptian First Son.

The yells coming from behind him fell on deaf ears. He was going to get answers with the bastard prisoner liked it or not. Knowing that he was the only one who knew how to speak Arabic only fueled him more.

He stormed into the cell and landed a punch onto the Egyptian's face. "I will have you know that the infantile you abducted with tortured by your men. Since they are no longer alive. You are now the sole beneficiary of blood vow. If I don't kill you first, you'll be facing a tribunal for attempted murder. By the way your wife, children, father, mother, sisters, brothers, nieces and nephews are all died. Your precious country murdered them all," Sam spat in Arabic. The anger appearing on the prisoners face was just for good measure.

"My father would start a war before that would happen. You pathetic infantile." Ra'as stated while spitting blood out of his mouth.

Sam smirked. "You think you have diplomatic immunity now that Daddy is dead," his Arabic mangled with his anger. "there's a fifteen million dollar bounty on your head. Eris put it there. The one you abducted from a rooftop over a week and a half ago. She's sitting on a operating table right now. For your sake pray to Allah she lives because if she doesn't you won't like how you reach the afterlife."