A/N: I would first like to thank everyone who has read and reviewed. I really appreciate you taking the time. This has been so much fun to write, by far the longest fanfic I have ever written. I hope you enjoy.

Steve spent a sleepless night, tossing and turning. Over and over, frightening images of Lori calling to him for help woke him before he could reach her. He sat up in bed breathing hard and threw his legs over the side. Sweat drenched his t-shirt. He looked at the clock, 3:30, and knew there would be no more sleep for him this morning. He grabbed a pair of shorts and his water shoes and set out for a run down the beach. Returning home, he had no idea how far he had run, but his watch beeped the 5:30 alarm. He peeled off his shirt and shoes and dove into the water. Finding the most comfort when he was completely submerged, he practiced seasoned SEAL breathing exercises remaining under water longer than most normal human beings ever could. The water calmed his nerves as it always had. He floated on his back and let the warmth of the rising sun bathe him while he prayed for Lori's safe return. He put the coffee on to brew and went upstairs to shower. It was still early, but with nothing else to occupy his mind, he went on into work hoping to busy himself with whatever needed to be done at Five-O. Everyone would be in by nine. He would take Kono to the hospital and see what information they could gather from Kerrie. A man from Lori's complex had seen Williams throw a large storage trunk in the back seat of an old maroon Ford Taurus and head north. The APB had been sent immediately. One car fitting the description had been stolen four days ago from a downtown parking lot. All others were accounted for. Another dead end. North of Lori's complex led to any number of possibilities, mostly dense wooded areas and rough hiking terrain. There were a few camp grounds beyond that and then the beach. The bureau had promised a helicopter at first light to search the wooded areas for the red car, but Steve wasn't holding his breath. He wasn't surprised when his team began showing up at the office well before start time, despite the long night they had just had canvassing and pulling registrations. Danny was the first to arrive. He went straight to Steve's office. "How did you sleep? Never mind, you look terrible."

Steve acknowledged Danny's assessment with a lazy lift of the eyebrows.

"Where do we start, Chief?" he asked as Chin and Kono joined them.

"I'm going to the hospital to see Kerrie. Kono, you with me?"

"Sure thing, Boss."

"Why don't you two stay in touch with the FBI? Let me know if they find anything on their helicopter search. I hate to ask, but I think a quick canvass of the campgrounds north of Lori's complex might not be a bad idea."

"Hey, I for one love campgrounds," Danny said. "You know me... all about the outdoors." he winked. Steve couldn't help but reward Danny with a small yet hollow smile. He knew his friend was trying to keep things as light as possible, and he appreciated the effort.

"Let's go, survivor man," Chin teased.

H5O

"Kerrie?" Kono said and knocked softly on the hospital door. Morgan was seated on the opposite side of her bed. She stood and greeted Steve and Kono, pulling Kono into a tight hug.

"Thank you," she whispered and looked at Steve over Kono's shoulder. "Thank you for saving her."

"How's she doing?" Steve asked.

Morgan turned back to her friend. "She's better, I think."

"Have you talked to her about what happened? Has she said anything?" Kono asked delicately.

"Not much. They have her on some pretty heavy pain medication, though."

"What has she said, exactly," Steve prodded.

"She said she thought he had multiple personalities. Whenever he got mad or upset, he would change right there in front of her. She said it was terrifying."

"Anything else?" Kono asked.

"Um, just that everyday it was the same routine."

"What do you mean?"

"She said he would come and go during the day, but that he always stayed with her after dark. She said he would give her a new dress to put on and then, oh I almost forgot, he kept calling her Rachel. Does that mean anything?" Steve and Kono glanced at each other. "Anyway," Morgan continued, "she said he would give her a new dress to wear and then he would ask her to say his name. When she didn't know his name, he would get really angry and a new personality would appear. Sometimes he was kind of pathetic and he would cry because she didn't know it. Other times, she said he would lose it completely and that's when he..." She shook her head, unable to continue.

"So there were three personalities?"

"No," a small voice answered from across the room. Morgan immediately rushed to her friend's side. Kono and Steve followed her to the foot of the bed.

"You found me," Kerrie said to Kono, her voice raspy but strong.

"How are you feeling?" Kono asked, smiling warmly.

"I'm okay," Kerrie assured her.

"Kerrie, do you mind if we ask you a few questions?"

"He's still out there isn't he?" she asked

"Not for long," Steve assured her.

"You said 'no' before when I asked if there were three personalities."

"There were four at least. One of them was very kind. She didn't say much, but she always helped me... after a beating." Kerrie turned her eyes to the window. "She even sang to me one time... when it hurt so bad I wanted to die. I think I would have too, if it wasn't for her." Kerrie's lower lip trembled and silent tears rolled down her cheeks.

"You said, 'her'."

She turned back to Kono. "I did?"

"Yes. You said she sang to you."

"When he was her... I mean when that personality... It was female. I can't explain it, but I knew that that personality was female, an older lady."

"Can you tell us about the other personalities?"

"There were four, no five, that I could recognize. There was the one that called me Rachel and picked out my clothes. There was the older lady. There was the guy that cried when he was upset. He seemed scared most of the time and he never stayed around long. Then there was one that never said anything. He would come in the room and take pictures, but he never spoke. Then there was the angry one. He's the one that hit me. He started with my feet and each time..." Steve could see that she was loosing control. She was breathing quickly and her voice was rising and strained. Morgan did her best to calm and comfort her friend. Steve moved from the foot of her bed to her side and laid his hand on top of hers.

"We're gonna' get this guy. I promise you, we'll get him."

Kerrie nodded, tears streaming down her face.

"Thank you, Kerrie. If you think of anything else, anything at all, you call me. It doesn't matter what time, okay?" Kono said and handed her card to Morgan.

"He has another girl somewhere, doesn't he?" Kerrie asked.

"Why would you say that?" Steve asked.

"I could hear him arguing with someone in the other room, but his voice was the only one I heard. At first I thought he was on the phone, but onetime, I swear, I think he yelled back at himself. I heard him talking about another girl."

"What did he say? Did he mention another place? Another destination? Anything that might tell us where she is?" Steve pushed.

"I heard him say they could take her to the box in the woods, but it sounded like whoever he was arguing with didn't like the idea."

"Anything else?"

She shook her head. "I'm sorry. I hope you find her."

"We will," Kono said. "Just like we found you." She meant that last statement to be a comfort to Kerrie and to Steve. "Thank you for your help. You get some rest. We'll check on you again later."

"Thank you," she whispered.

As soon as they were in the hall, Steve had Danny on speaker phone. "He may have taken her to a wooded area. There's thick cover near the campground. I don't know that a helicopter search will do much good. Kerrie heard him say something about taking her to a box in the woods. Maybe he was talking about a cabin or a travel trailer, something small."

"I'll tell the Feds and I'll get HPD out here too."

"Good, we'll meet you there."

H5O

Steve and Kono found Chin under a makeshift awning reviewing a map of the Keaiwa Heiau State Recreation Area. Danny pulled up just as they met Chin. "I got something," Danny shouted. "I talked to the camper rental places in the area. One of the attendants recognized our guy. He said he tried to rent a small camper a week ago. I asked him if he gave any indication as to where he was headed. He said the guy was rude and agitated; thought maybe he was using. The rental company requires a credit card number be kept on file, and they run a quick background check, but our guy didn't have a credit card so they refused to rent to him. The attendant said he started dropping f-bombs, wadded up the map he had been looking at before knocking over a few things and storming out. A couple of days later, one of their small camper vans was stolen. No security cameras."

"Please tell me he remembered which map he was studying."

"This one," Danny said and handed him a map of Keaiwa Heiau.

Steve spread the small map out on the table. "It looks like there are three roads leading part way up the mountain. This road goes the furthest," he said pointing to a brown line on the map. "Does that match with your drawings?"

"Yes," Chin said and pointed to the roads on the larger map. "This one goes the furthest. It also has less land to cover from where the road ends to the precipice. It's a six mile road. There's about three miles of rough terrain beyond that."

"I say we start there. Chin you're with me. Kono, you and Danny coordinate with the Feds. Tell them what you found and start a search on the other two roads. I've got the satellite phones in my truck. You won't have any cell service up there."

H5O

Hours later, just before sunset, a call came through on Danny's satellite phone. He listened while Chin explained how he and Steve had traveled the full distance of the dirt road and hiked to the top with no luck. They had then started back down the mountain searching east to west back toward the truck. They found Williams' camper, but it was abandoned. No sign of Lori or Markus and no clues as to where they might be. He was at the truck waiting for Steve to return. "He disappeared into the woods about fifteen minutes ago," Chin said, "I got the feeling he needed a minute alone."

"I'll let the Feds know," Danny said. "You call Kono. We'll see you back at the bottom."

Steve stopped the truck in front of a group of Feds at the temporary HQ and Chin emerged from the passenger side. As soon as he closed the door, the truck pulled away and disappeared down the road. Danny caught sight of the blue Chevy as it rounded the corner. He found Chin under the awning.

"Where's he going?"

"Home I think. He's pretty torn up."

Danny stared after the truck. "Let's wrap things up here. I'll check on him on my way home."

"Call if you need me," Chin offered.

"I will, thanks."

Steve drove at breakneck speed down the relatively deserted highway leading from the far north end of the island back toward the city. He brought the truck to a screeching halt in his driveway and barreled through the front door, nearly knocking it off of its hinges. He threw his keys across the room hard enough that they left a dent in the far wall where they hit and headed for the kitchen. Pulling a beer from the fridge, he took a long draw nearly draining the bottle with one swig. He leaned on the counter trying to regain control of his emotions, but it was impossible. He closed his eyes and images of Lori, beaten and bruised washed over him. He white-knuckled his beer and threw it across the kitchen. It exploded into a thousand pieces sending amber liquid flying in every direction. He was breathing hard and fast trying to hold back the tears, the anger and the frustration. He headed for the back porch, knocking the breakfast table over and out of his way. Not bothering to grab his boxing gloves where the lay by the back door, he started pounding on the bag hanging at one end of the deck. He was lost in blind furry when Danny found him. "You're getting blood all over your bag..." No answer. Knowing better than to sneak up on his partner, he shouted, "Steve!"

Steve caught the bag and rested his forehead against it, sweat dripping from every pore. "What do you want?"

"Well, I want you to stop beating that poor bag to death and go clean up your knuckles for starters."

Steve looked at his hands. They were raw and bruised, but he didn't care. He put his hands on his hips and stared at the ground for a moment, trying to catch his breath. Turning to Danny, he opened his mouth to speak, but couldn't. He instead shook his head and blew out a ragged breath. "I know," Danny said. Steve looked back down at his feet. "When he took Grace," Danny paused, his voice rough with emotion, still overwhelmed by that gripping fear that you never quite let go of. He cleared his throat and tried again. "When he took Grace, I offered my life to God and my sole to the devil for her safe return. I know what you're going through, partner." Steve flicked his eyes back at Danny still unable to speak. Danny allowed him his space when he crumpled. He rested his hands on his knees and tried to control his breathing, but it was no use. He hadn't cried since his father died, and even then he had only allowed himself a brief moment of private anguish after he was buried. He sniffed and stood up straight, swiping at his eyes.

"When's the last time you ate anything?" Danny asked.

Steve shook his head. "I don't really know."

"Go wash up. I'll call us in an order and go pick it up. How does Hy's sound?"

"That's fine."

"You want the usual?"

"Yeah, that's good."

Danny nodded and turned to walk away. He stopped at the door. "There's nothing I can say to make this any easier. I know that. I just want you to know that I'm here for you, partner, and I'll do everything I can to help you get her back."

"I know." Steve turned back toward the ocean trying hard to keep his emotions in check. He again prayed for Lori's safe return before heading in for a shower.

H5O

When Danny returned with dinner, Steve was cleaning beer off of the wall. "Reminds me of college."

Steve snorted in spite of himself. "Finish that later. I have New York Strip, medium rare just the way you like it, steak fries, hot sauce, and a salad with ranch." Steve's stomach growled in anticipation. He grabbed two beers from the fridge and joined Danny at the table. "It's two in the morning in Pennsylvania."

"Oh yeah?"

"I have to call her parents first thing tomorrow."

"That won't be easy."

"No, it won't," he sighed.

"Eat your food. Even Super SEALs need to eat."

Steve pushed the steak around on his plate. Danny tried to engage him in innocuous banter, but Steve was having a hard time focusing. "She's been gone forty-eight hours. You know as well as I do, the first forty-eight are the most important."

"Yeah, but this guy, he keeps them around for at least two weeks. I'm sure she's still okay. Lori's smart, and she's tough. She's got the added bonus of knowing his history. Besides, he's due back at the Walgreen's tomorrow night. If we haven't already found him, we'll grab him then. He's a creature of habit. We'll get him." Steve looked unconvinced. "Eat your steak," Danny nagged. "It's getting cold."

Steve managed to choke down about half of his meal and two cold beers before calling it a night.

"I'll just be here on the couch in case you need me."

"I'm fine really. You don't have to do that."

"Well I'm too tired to drive. I'll consider it a favor. I'll just owe you for another night on the couch."

Steve warmed at Danny's concern. Being with Lori had reminded him of the importance of family. Danny was his family now as was the rest of the team. They had all been working double time to help him bring Lori home. He wouldn't forget that.

"Thanks, partner."

Danny shooed him upstairs with the wave of a hand. "Yeah, yeah... Goodnight."

Steve spent another sleepless night going over and over the details of Lori's disappearance and Markus's profile. He flipped to his side and positioned himself diagonally across the bed. That had always been his favorite sleeping position, one foot hanging off of one end of the bed and one hand hanging off of the other. He wondered half asleep, when he had become such a creature of habit. His eyes popped open and he shot lighting bolt straight up in bed. He grabbed his shirt and his pants from the night before, hopping into them on his way out of the bedroom. He flipped on the hall light and went flying down the stairs. "Danny! Danny wake up! I know where she is!" Danny had rolled off the couch with the first shout of his name. "Danny!"

"I'm down here," he moaned and pulled himself back onto the couch.

"What are you doing down there?"

"I fell, thank you very much."

"Get dressed. You're a genius. I know where she is."

"Yes, I am a genius. Thank you for noticing, but what exactly did I do to earn that honor." Danny pulled on his pants and Steve sat down on the coffee table in front of the couch.

"You said 'he's a creature of habit'," Steve explained. "You're right he is. The Walgreen's, the industrial area, the girls, all of it is comfortable for him… habit. Kerrie said he had a predictable routine. That was part of Lori's profile too. So if you're Markus and you've just lost your victim and your hideout, you're desperate. No time to find someplace new. Where do you go?" Steve prayed Danny would confirm his answer.

"Back to the warehouse."

"Yes! I'll call Chin and Kono. You call Jenkins. Tell him to meet us at Five-O."

H5O

She heard his voice, but she wasn't sure he was real. She had heard his voice many times over the last few days, but it had always been soft and soothing and close. He had whispered comforting words of encouragement in her ear, giving her strength. She could almost feel him holding her, willing her to stay alive. "I'm coming," he whispered and she believed him. She knew he would either find her or die trying. But now, he sounded so angry. Curious as to why, she forced her eyes to open. She saw black shoes on either side of her dangling feet. She hadn't even noticed the arms wrapped tightly around her neck and waist, nor the large serrated blade positioned over her jugular. It hurt, but everything hurt. She lifted her head and the pressure around her neck increased. Through the blur of dry eyes and swollen lids she saw him and smiled, as much as her cracked lips would allow. Steve winced when her head rolled back against William's shoulder. She was hanging by her wrists from a big metal hook in the middle of the room. The auto parts company had used the hook to hang engine blocks for cleaning and refurbishment. Williams had positioned the hook so that the balls of Lori's feet just grazed the floor. "Step away from her, Williams. It's over."

"Markus," Lori whispered, her voice harsh and dry. "Markus. I know you can hear me."

"Shut up!" Bull yelled, feeling Markus rumble inside of his head.

"Markus, I need your help," she pushed.

Bull pressed his head to his elbow and squeezed his eyes shut. He was still too close to Lori for Steve to make any kind of move. "I'll kill her, Markus. I swear," he said out loud. Steve's grip on his gun tightened, but he willed himself to stay calm. He trusted Lori and her instincts.

"He won't kill me, Markus. He knows that if he does, my friends will drop in a second." She fought to keep her eyes open against the bright Iights. "He wants to live. He has no power if he's dead. I need you, Markus. You're the only one that can fix this." She knew she was playing a dangerous game, but right now, it was her only option.

Bull opened his mouth wide in a silent scream. His arm fell from Lori's waist, but the knife stayed firmly tucked under her neck. He ducked his head behind hers struggling to remain in control, and dug his palm into his eye. He released a carnal, guttural scream that sent a shiver down Steve's spine and stood back up pulling tighter on Lori's neck. His knuckles were white around the handle of the knife. Blood trickled down her neck where the point of the blade made a small stab incision.

"Markus, please. I need you," she insisted.

Steve watched, helpless, as Lori struggled to pull an ally from the forces warring inside Markus William's head. Using what little strength she had left, "Markus!" she bellowed willing him to hear her and startling everyone in the room. A shot rang out and Lori's body lurched sideways on the hook. Steve sprinted forward holstering his gun on the way. Chin followed him circling behind Lori and Danny headed for the fallen body of Markus Williams. He cleared the knife with a kick and sent it scooting across the floor. He squatted down next to Markus and checked for a pulse, knowing he wouldn't find one. He turned to Agent Jenkins who had sauntered up behind him. "Nice shot, center mark, right between the eyes."

"That's how we do things at the bureau."

Danny rolled his eyes and turned back to Markus.

Steve caught Lori around the waist and gently lifted her against him so that Chin could relieve her wrists from the hook. Her arms fell in front of her, landing on either side of Steve's neck. "I've got you, sweetheart. I've got you," he whispered. She hugged him tightly, clawing at his back and neck, pulling herself as close to him as she could get. Steve wrapped his arms around her back and waist and held her as tightly as he dared, not wanting to hurt her. She shook in his arms; hot tears rolled down her cheeks and bathed his shoulder. He slid his arm under her knees and lifted her to him. "Chin, there's a utility knife in my right cargo pocket. Will you cut the tape on her wrists and ankles?" Lori's hands fell slack from his neck as soon as they were free.

"Paramedics are on the way," Kono shouted from the door.

Lori's head lulled back and her body went slack. Steve adjusted his arm and settled her head in the crook of his elbow. "Lori... Stay with me, sweetheart... Lori, open your eyes," he pleaded. Her eyelids fluttered open and she did her best to focus, but the light was so bright and her head felt so heavy. Now that she was safe, she just wanted to rest. Steve was warm and strong and protective. She immediately missed that warmth when he lowered her onto the gurney. He followed her into the ambulance and held her hand while the paramedics listened to her chest and placed the IV catheter. One hung her fluids to drip while the other headed up front to drive. The paramedic surveyed his patient. Wordlessly, he lifted her shirt and gently palpated her abdomen. Lori's eyes flew open and her knees shot up in response to the pain.

"I'm sorry, Miss. This will make you feel better, okay?" he said and reached for a loaded syringe in a locked box behind him. He injected its contents into her IV line. "There you go. We're almost there."

Lori slipped into sweet oblivion, her hand limp in Steve's. "Lori... Lori!" he called. The paramedic placed two fingers lightly over her jugular furrow. "She's okay. I just gave her Hydromorphone for the pain. It's a narcotic, very safe. She's dehydrated and weak, but her pulse is strong."

"ETA two minutes," Steve heard from the front of the ambulance. "I called it in."

"Tell them we may need a surgeon. The abdomen is taut and bruised. Deep laceration quadrant two," Lori's attendant called back. He turned to Steve. "I think she's bleeding into her abdomen. See this?" he asked, again lifting Lori's shirt to expose a large, angry wound just under her ribs on the left side. "It's been stitched, but see the bruising around it? That was a deep cut, into the muscle, and it's over her spleen. It could have nicked that or her liver, either one would produce a slow bleed. Her abdomen is tight and painful."

"That's fixable, right?" Steve asked.

"They'll take good care of her," the paramedic hedged. Steve rested his forehead on his hands where they covered Lori's and begged God to let her be okay.

A/N: Thanks for sticking with me. There will be one more chapter to wrap things up! I would sincerely appreciate any comments or suggestions.