"Make sure that camera is off," Steve told Kono as the three detectives exited the car. He strode across the beach to where Michelle was standing with Mrs Shem. Michelle looked insufferably smug, Steve thought.

"Why, Mr McGarrett!" Michelle gushed. "I'm afraid that you've missed my live interview." She couldn't quite swallow a giggle. "Mrs Shem was wonderful."

Ignoring the reporter, Steve concentrated on the woman standing beside her. "Mrs Shem, I am here to take you in for questioning." He was vaguely aware of Kono arguing with the cameraman.

"I'm going nowhere with you!" the woman replied. "You gave the order to murder my son! You're as guilty as that Williams!"

Glancing at the camera, Steve saw that the camera man was now fending Kono off with the help of the sound engineer and the camera still seemed to be running. "I have a warrant," Steve said quietly. He hoped this wasn't going out live.

"A warrant?" Mrs Shem shrieked. "Like the one you got yesterday that made me come here to see my son shot? Well, let me tell you, Mr High and Mighty Murderer McGarrett, I'm not going anywhere with you, warrant or not!"

"I'm afraid you have no choice," Steve told her, still trying to keep this altercation as civil as he could. He reached to put a persuading hand on her elbow.

With a snarl, Mrs Shem leapt at Steve, spitting snarling and swearing incoherently. Steve, taken aback, did not move fast enough to defend himself and felt a sharp pain as her nails raked down his cheek. He managed to catch her wrist to stop her scratching the other cheek and Chin moved in to assist.

It wasn't easy to stop the crazed woman without hurting her. She seemed to have more limbs than an octopus had tentacles and she punched, kicked and spat at the detectives. Kono left the cameraman to his own devices to assist Chin and they finally managed to subdue her.

"You bleeding, boss," Kono observed as Chin clicked the cuffs into place around Mrs Shem's wrists.

"Yeah, she got me good," Steve admitted, finding his handkerchief and gingerly putting it against his bleeding, stinging face. He glanced at Michelle Patterson, who had backed away as Mrs Shem went mad. She had not managed to escape the spittle and a large gob was soaking into the front of her pink frock. Chin courteously handed over his handkerchief. "Satisfied, Ms Patterson?" Steve asked.

"She's mad!" Michelle exclaimed. She looked shaken rigid, her professional mask long gone.

"I trust you will be showing this portion of film on your next bulletin," Steve suggested. "Along with a retraction of the earlier claims that Mrs Shem made."

"What are you going to do with her?" Michelle asked, rallying slightly. "Put her under arrest?"

Taking a deep breath to control his temper, Steve replied, "Mrs Shem will be taken to a place of safety and her mental status evaluated." If Steve had his way, she would be locked in the state psychiatric hospital for the rest of her life. "I am sure you can see she is not fully in control of herself at this time and doesn't know what she is saying. It would be foolish to take anything she said as something she really means."

There was a veiled threat in there and Michelle was bright enough to pick up on it. "Of course," she agreed.

By now, Chin and Kono had managed to get Mrs Shem into the car and she had calmed down a little. Chine slid in beside her and Kono took the driver's seat. As another trickle of blood oozed down his ravaged cheek, Steve could see the sense of that move.

The camera man was putting away the camera and the sound man was coiling cables. "Ms Patterson," Steve said. "A word of advice. This time, you are lucky that Mrs Shem does not appear to be responsible for what she said, but in other circumstances you could find yourself being charged as an accessory to a crime." He smiled slightly. "I don't think you'd find prison all that pleasant." He glanced at the idyllic panorama and saw her eyes widen as his meaning sank in. "Good day, Ms Patterson."

Holding his handkerchief to his still stubbornly oozing cheek, Steve took his leave.

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"Well, it doesn't need stitches," Bergman decided, peering closely at the shallow gouges on Steve's cheek. "You won't be able to shave for a few days, but I don't expect it'll leave a mark. This will sting," he added, and wiped Steve's cheek with antiseptic.

"Ouch!" Steve exclaimed, caught by surprise despite the warning.

"You have to have a word with Danny," Bergman continued conversationally.

"Danno? Why?" Steve responded sharply.

"He saw the news earlier," the coroner replied. "Wanted to leave, of course! I threatened to restrain and sedate him."

"You haven't restrained him – have you?" Steve asked, wincing at the notion.

"Of course I haven't!" Bergman retorted indignantly. "What do you take me for? A tyrant? I leave that part to you," he teased. "He was really upset by that broadcast."

"He wasn't alone," Steve growled. "I'll go up and talk to him right now."

"Oh, there's no point in going now" replied the older man airily. "I gave him enough sedation to knock out an elephant. He'll sleep for hours yet."

Not unlike Mrs Shem, Steve thought. The distraught woman had resumed her ranting and the ER doctor had sedated her at once and Steve had had a restraining order put in place until her psychiatric needs could be assessed. She was currently in the psych ward upstairs. "Well when is he likely to wake up?" Steve asked.

"Early evening would be my guess," Bergman answered, carefully placing a square bandage on Steve's cheek. "Shall I ask the staff to call you?"

"Thank you," Steve agreed, knowing that was the best he could hope for.

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A/N I put a note on chapter 1, but for those who have not seen it, let me say i should have told everyone that the first chapter utilised the scenes and dialogue from the episode.