With a short, grumbling sigh, Harper adjusted her position under the covers. She was still mostly asleep and it was noon. Normally Harper would be freaking out that she'd slept in and would be already out the door to do something she didn't possess the energy for. But, given the circumstances, she thought it was fine to sleep in.

Suddenly she had a thought, and she propped herself on an elbow. She twisted to see over her shoulder at the left side of the bed. She'd half expected that it would be empty, but there he was, right where she'd left him. The night before, Harper was having trouble sleeping. So—with Harper's consent—Steve laid beside her until she felt safe enough to sleep.

Harper carefully turned over, as not to upset the stitches in her side, and laid her head back down on the pillow. Steve was sleeping facing Harper, and she took this moment to just look. She noticed he always looked peaceful when he slept. "You're staring," he suddenly mumbled, eyes still closed.

Harper grinned lightly. "I'm not staring. I'm gazing."

"It's creepy," he said, unmoving. Harper rose on her elbow and pulled her pillow out from behind her, then smacked his middle with it as hard as she could. "It's romantic," she corrected. He pulled his eyes open and gave her a look, causing her to chuckle a little. "You really wanna go there?" he asked, a playful undertone to his voice. She smirked, momentarily raising an eyebrow. As he reached behind him for his pillow, Harper took to offense—pounding him into oblivion.

Laughing, he fought back with his own pillow. They both laughed as they smacked each other with their pillows. Steve was getting the upper hand, and Harper tucked and rolled off the side of the bed, landing on all fours. Deep into the game, Steve rolled off his own side, doing the same. Harper poked her head above the edge of the bed slowly, just before he did.

They stared at each other a minute. Then Harper made the mistake of glancing at the bedroom door, and he was onto her. She bolted to her feet and dashed for the door. Steve was on her tail, only seconds behind her. She made it out the door and a small squeal escaped her as she hurried down the stairs.

He caught up to her at the bottom of the stairs, and he wrapped his arms around her to stop her. She was laughing so hard it hurt. With the speed they were both going, they managed to topple onto the couch in a pile. Steve was careful to make sure Harper ended up on top, as not to hurt her.

Still laughing, Harper brushed the hair out her face enough to see. "Okay," she wheezed, her laughter fizzling out now. "No more pillow fights for you, buddy." As she said 'buddy' she patted his chest for sarcastic emphasis, and he barked a laugh. "I need breakfast," she said, with a tone of sarcasm as she slid off of him. He pulled himself up to stand and grabbed her wrist before she wandered off.

He tugged, pulling her back around to face him. She raised an eyebrow and he placed a small, light kiss on her lips. "It's nice to see you smile," he said, smiling down at her. A small smile crept onto her face and she rose on her tip toes to kiss him. His arms wrapped around her middle, pulling her against his chest, and she draped her arms around his neck.

Only a second passed, and they were interrupted by the sound of Steve's cell phone buzzing. Harper pulled back with a sigh and he pulled his phone from his pocket. He answered, "McGarrett."

"Hey, it's Danny," Danny said, on the other end. There was a pause, then a sigh. "We've got a body. It's Mathew Ender—Harper's friend." Steve kept his expression neutral, as not to tip off Harper to anything. "Alright. I'll be there in a few minutes," he said. He hung up and slid his phone away. He wrapped his arms around Harper's middle again with a sigh, and she raised an eyebrow. "You expected a different result from your cell phone ringing?" she asked, with light sarcasm.

"I'll be back as soon as I can, okay?" he said. "I promise."

"Well, as long as you promise," she said, with a soft smile. He leaned down to kiss her and she met his lips halfway. "I love you," he said, pulling back.

"I love you, too," she said. "Be safe."

"I will," he smiled, before heading to the door. Once he left, Harper sighed. It was a bit odd, being left alone in Steve's house. But she continued on with her quest, heading into the kitchen to find breakfast.

Steve pushed through the glass doors and started for the touch screen table, where Danny, Chin, and Kono were waiting. "How'd we find a body?" Steve asked, as he reached the table. Chin typed something on the table as Kono spoke. "A number of officers found a room in the tunnels where we found Harper. It was set up as some kind of morgue," she explained.

"Were there any other bodies?" Steve asked.

"No," Kono said, with a shake of her head. Chin brought the pictures taken of the morgue under the warehouse up onto the screen. "There was DNA found in one of the boxes. It was a female hair, belonging to Emma Harris," Chin informed. "Emma Harris went missing just over a year ago under the same circumstances as the others that were kidnapped."

"Max thinks she might be the body we found at Jack Rugby's house," Danny added.

"Are we sure she's dead?" Steve asked, glancing around at the others. "She could have gone with the others that fled on scene."

"We thought that, too," Kono said. "So we called Bryan Dublin to verify. He says that Emma was there, but only for a few weeks."

"Grover's talking to him now," Chin said. Steve nodded shortly and went to Grover's office, where Grover was talking with Bryan. Steve knocked once on the glass before opening the glass door. As he entered the small office, Grover said, "Good, you're here. Bryan was just telling me who's in charge."

"Well, I don't know who's ultimately in charge of the operation," Bryan said, glancing between Grover and Steve. "I only know what the bookies told me."

"Bookies?" Grover asked.

"They handle the money—the bets. They have some connections to a middle man. They said his name was Adam Kent," Bryan explained. "And he's only in charge of booking matches. But my sources are certain he knows more than he's letting on." Steve nodded, taking in the information. Bryan sighed and slid his hands into his coat pockets. "I know the names of a few agents, but I don't think you'll be able to fine them," Bryan said.

"What are the names?" Steve asked.

"Eliza Thomas, Edward Shultz, Andrew Delle," Bryan listed.

"Alright. Lou, have chin run the names and see what you find," Steve said. Grover nodded and headed out to the rest of the team. Steve turned to Bryan, and Bryan said, "I heard Harper was released from the hospital. How's she doing?" Steve sighed, recalling what happened just yesterday. Bryan seemed to sense the answer to his question, and he nodded. "I gather not good," he said.

"Physically, she seems to be doing alright," Steve said.

"But mentally she's a basket case? Breaks down at the smallest things, doesn't eat much, gets easily angered, and is hard to carry a conversation with?" Bryan asked, knowing the answer. Steve nodded sadly and Bryan sighed. Bryan knew exactly what was going on. And it was to be expected. With all that Harper went through, she would never be the same again.

It was just that no one expected her to be this different, especially Steve. Bryan sat in the chair in front of Grover's desk and Steve leaned into the desk, crossing his arms. "Are you and Megan still doing alright?" Steve asked.

Bryan nodded. "Yeah, for the most part. We both have sleepless nights. But we're working on it, and starting counseling."

Steve chuckled humorlessly. "Counseling. Don't even mention that word around Harper," he said.

"What does she do when you mention it?" Bryan asked, his expression observant.

"Well, she gets angry. Most times she cries. She gets very defensive about why she shouldn't go," Steve explained. Bryan nodded in understanding and adjusted his position in the chair. "It's simple: she's scared," Bryan said. "Talking about it makes it real, and she's too afraid to face that reality."

"You seem to know a lot about this," Steve noticed.

Bryan chuckled. "I should. I was a doctor before all this," he said. "I've had plenty of experience with people suffering from PTSD."