Chin and Kono exited the elevator onto the floor where Kevin McMillan was being cared for. They spotted a police officer outside the man's room and knew Williams had arranged for police protection for the patient. Chin opened the door and waited for Kono to enter and wasn't surprised to find a nurse checking McMillan's vitals.

"Excuse me, but Mr. McMillan..."

"We're with Five-O," Kono said and flashed her badge as her cousin did the same. "How is he?"

"He's a lucky man," the woman answered. "Aside from his blood pressure being slightly elevated he should be fine."

"Has he been awake at all?" Kono asked.

"He was wake when the man was caught, but..." she stopped when she noticed her patient's eyes were open. "Hello, Mr. McMillan, how do you feel?"

"I'm okay...I need to talk to the po...police."

"Mr. McMillan, I'm officer Kalakaua. I was here before..."

"I remember you," the man said and looked past her at the other man. "Who's he?"

"This is Chin Ho Kelly. He's also with Five-O. They called us when you were attacked."

"Did they catch him? Does he know where Sandra is?" McMillan asked and tried to sit up further, but cried out when the movement put pressure on his wounds.

"He's been caught, and he's being questioned as we speak," Kono answered and wished she had good news for him. "We won't know anything more until we go back to HQ. You're under police protection now and there'll be a guard present at ll times."

"Do you think they'll try again?" McMillan asked.

"More than likely, especially if they believe you know something that could get them caught. Have you remembered anything since the last time we spoke?" Kono asked.

"Not really," the injured man answered. "I keep seeing little flashes, but none of them make sense. Sandra and I...we're nothing special so why would anyone do this?"

"That's what we're going to find out," Chin vowed. "We just need you to tell us everything you remember about the day you were injured. Anything you remember, no matter how small, could lead us to your wife."

"I'm trying, but like I said it's like a jigsaw puzzle with the main pieces missing," McMillan said. He looked at Kono and felt tears in his eyes as he thought about his missing wife. "Please, you have to find her before..before something terrible happens to her."

"We're doing everything we can, Mr. McMillan," Kono assured him and watched as a frown formed on his face. "What is it?"

"I remember being in a car...driving along the highway on the outskirts of the city. Sandra wanted to visit some old ruins. She's laughing...eating shave ice...she loved the cherry flavor," McMillan said and rubbed at his temples as images flashed, but remained just out of reach.

"Mr. McMillan should be resting," the nurse told them.

"No, I'm fine. I need to remember, but I can't...my head...head hurts," the patient told them and reached for Kono's hand. "It's my fault...Sandra wanted to go to the Bahamas, but i told her Hawaii was more romantic and my parents bought us the tickets as a wedding gift and now she's missing and I can't...I can't lose her."

"We're going to do everything we can to find her, Mr. McMillan," Chin vowed.

"Thank you...she deserves better...better than me, but she chose me...she loves me and I...God help me I love her so much," McMillan said and lost the fight to stay conscious.

"He's sleeping, and that's something he needs right now," the nurse said and motioned for them to leave. "I'll call if he wants to talk to you again."

"Thank you," Kono said before following Chin out the door.

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Danny Williams knew they'd get nothing more from Jason Fugata and motioned for his partner to follow him out of the interrogation room. Once outside he stared at the prisoner who seemed to have lost much of his anger.

"Well, that was a fucking waste of time," O'Brien snapped.

"It's not always cut and dry, David. We do what we need to, but sometimes we come up against a brick wall that's just not breakable," Williams said.

"Hey, Danny, I thought McGarrett was supposed to be out for a week?" Lilo Amoy said.

"He is. I dropped him at his place myself. He should be sleeping..."

"Only if I saw a ghost in his office," Amoy told him.

"Sonofabitch! I'm going to tear him a..."

"Easy, Danny, you know how hard it is to sit on the sidelines when there are cases that need our attention," O'Brien observed and followed his friend. Some thing about the way Williams looked told him Steve McGarrett was about to be on the end of one of Danny's rants to end all rants. That was something he'd missed since Williams had moved to Hawaii.

"The damn fool needs to realize there are times when he needs to sit back and let the rest of us earn our keep. Does he even realize what he's putting us through? Hell, no, if he did he'd be home, sleeping with the help of the meds Dr. Hong prescribed, but no, Mr. Super SEAL has to take a taxi...no, I bet he drove himself down here..."

"Danny, you need to calm down..."

"No, I need to stay angry so I can..." Williams stopped when he saw the object of his anger asleep on the sofa in his office. His shoulders slumped as the anger deflated when he noticed how pale his friend was. He ran his fingers through his hair and sighed heavily. "I just don't get it."

"Don't get what?" O'Brien asked.

"Why couldn't he just stay home ad sleep."

"Maybe he sleeps best when he's close to his work. Remember how many nights we slept at the station when we were working a case?"

"How could I forget? Rachel would pile it on as soon as I got home. It was one of the reasons we split up," the Jersey native said and moved to sit on the edge of a desk.

"Being a cop is a sure way to end a marriage," O'Brien told him.

"Yes, it is," Williams readily agreed.

"What's he like?"

"Who? Steve?" Williams asked and sighed when O'Brien simply nodded. "He's Rambo with an extra dash of testosterone thrown in for good measure. He's a miserable SOB who will go beyond the law if he has to, and he's a man you don't want as an enemy. I told you some of the stuff he's done, David, and I know I tell him he takes it too far, but there are times when I wish I had the guts to do half the stuff he does."

"You sell yourself short, Danny," O'Brien said.

"No, and you'd know that if you knew McGarrett. Steve won't quit until he gets the answers he's looking for," Williams told him and stood up. "Look, I need to check in with the governor. Would you stay here and..."

"I'll make sure he stays put," O'Brien said.

"Good, tell him I'll be back to drive him home and he'd damn well better be here."

"Sure, Partner," O'Brien said and watched as Williams left the office. He waited until he was sure Danny wouldn't be back and crept into McGarrett''s office. The man showed no sign of waking and David made his way to the desk, surprised to find a bottle of pills at the center of the desk calendar. He read the label and knew the stuff was mild, but he could easily fix that when he needed to.

David watched McGarrett closely as he opened the top drawer, but found very little inside. The second drawer was locked and he knew that was probably where the head of Five-O kept the stuff he didn't want anyone else to see. That was fine by him, because eventually he would be sitting behind this desk and he would know every secret Steve McGarrett coveted.

O'Brien heard the change in McGarrett's breathing and hurried away from the desk. He reached the open door an stood there for several seconds until the younger man sat up and rubbed at his eyes. "Are you all right, Commander?"

"What the hell are you doing here, O'Brien?"

"I work here or did you forget what the governor told you at the meeting yesterday?"

"I didn't forget...where's Danny?"

"He went to meet with the governor," O'Brien said and saw something on the floor near the sofa. He silently cursed himself for not seeing it earlier, but there was nothing he could do about it now as McGarrett reached down and picked it up. "He said to tell you he'd be back to drive you home and that you, and I quote here, 'damn well better be here'," O'Brien told him.

"I can drive myself home," McGarrett said, disliking the man even more when he folded his arms across his chest.

"Listen, Commander, i know we got off on the wrong foot, but I'm not the enemy. I'm here to do a job...same as you and Danny," O'Brien told him.

"You better be, O'Brien, because if I found out you're..."

"What the hell is this all about, Steve?"

There was no mistaking that voice and Steve wondered just how much of the conversation Williams heard. He hadn't said very much, but he knew his distrust for the man was well placed and easily read in his bitter words. "Danny..."

"What is it with you? Why do you need to be such a sonofabitch just because the governor didn't ask your approval before she hired David? Is it because he's not native born Hawaiian or is it just because he's a friend of mine?"

"Danny, it's not that," McGarrett said, but knew there was no point in arguing with Williams when his head felt ready to explode.

"Isn't it? I've been trying to fit in here ever since I transferred from Newark...will I ever fit in, Steve?"

"You already have," McGarrett answered softly, and brushed past the two men.

"Where are you going?" Williams asked.

"Home," the head of Five-O answered.

"Now why didn't I think of that? I'm sure I dropped you there with orders from your doctor that you stay put," Williams said.

"Yes, you did, and right now I'm not in the mood to argue with you, Danny, so just leave it alone and I'll leave you and your partner to do your job. I'll expect regular updates on the McMillan case and Danny...watch your back." With those words, Steve looked directly at O'Brien before striding quickly from the office. He made it as far as the public washroom and quickly stepped inside, relieved to find it empty as he made it to the nearest stall and was violently ill. He heard the door open, and was relieved when he hear a familiar voice.

"Damn fool, Come on and I'll drive you home. Did you eat anything today?"

"Dan...ny."

"Who else would be stupid enough to volunteer to drive a hard-headed SEAL home? Especially one with a concussion." You throw up in my car and I swear I'll make you clean it up with your new shirt," Williams said and handed his friend a cool cloth. "Jesus, Steve, you're a mess you know that."

"Heard that once or twice," McGarrett said, relieved when Williams helped him to his feet. He reached a shaky hand out and leaned against the sink until the dizziness eased.

"Come on, lean on me..."

"I'm good, Danno," McGarrett lied. He managed a weak grin, but he look on his friend's face told him he didn't believe a word of it. Steve knew there was no way in hell he could drive home and was grateful that Williams was there as he stumbled toward the other man's car, silently cursing when he saw O'Brien getting into the car that was parked in his spot.

"I told David to use your spot because he wasn't assigned one yet and you weren't supposed to be in," Williams explained and opened the passenger door. "Get in, Steve, I'll move your car when I get back."

Steve got into the car and leaned back against the seat as Danny moved to the driver's side. He closed his eyes and tried to ignore the nausea churning through his gut s Williams drove away from the building. He knew he should speak, but right now he didn't have the energy to argue with the other man. He must have slept, because a hand suddenly touched his arm and he opened his eyes to find his house in front of him.

"Danny, I know we need to talk, but right now..."

"Right now you need to get some rest," Williams interrupted. "I'll check on you later...maybe bring pizza and..."

"Beer."

"Soda, beer is out while you're taking pain meds," Williams said as McGarrett exited the car and headed for the front door.

"Danny...thanks man."

"You're welcome...you need me to open the door or can you do it yourself?"

"I got it," McGarrett answered and took out his keys. He managed to unlock the door without too much effort and stepped into the cooler interior. Once inside he closed the door and listened as the car drove away. He reached inside his pocket and pulled out the disc with the information Jameson wanted him to see.

Steve made his way into the living room and wearily sat down. He had never felt so damn tired in his life, but he needed to look at the information on the disc. Reluctantly he stood and moved to the television, put the disc into the DVD player and moved back to the sofa. He pressed the play button and read the names of the files before opening the one labeled Danny Williams.

McGarrett sat forward and began reading through the information, but there was no way he would ever believe Williams was involved in the case they were working on. The second file was on David O'Brien and was much the same as Danny's but Steve had no doubt the man was dirty. The third file contained cases Williams and O'Brien had worked on together.

"No way," McGarrett whispered softly. There was some pretty damning evidence, but it was all circumstantial and there was no hard evidence that Danny was involved. O'Brien was a different matter and Steve knew he was probably being too damn hard on the man, but there was something about the man he just didn't like.

Several women had disappeared under mysterious circumstances in Newark and a couple of the smaller communities around the city. They were all Asian decent and their bodies had never turned up. The case had been relegated to the cold case files and until something new came up they would gather dust in the basement like so many others.

"Damn it, Danny, why didn't you tell me about this case," McGarrett cursed and continued to read, but the headache that had been bearable, blind-sided him and he lay back and closed his eyes in an effort to ease the pain.

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As soon as Danny took off after McGarrett, David moved back into McGarrett's office and looked at the bottle of pills. They were your normal extra strength Tylenol with codeine, and he pocketed them before moving to his own locker. He smiled as he took out the bottle he'd secreted away at the back of his personal bag and knew they could not be traced back to him.

The pills were exactly like the ones he held, but they were far stronger and had several side effects that would make McGarrett uncomfortable. He knew quickly counted out the pills and dumped the ten that were left in McGarrett's bottle into his pocket before adding the generic street level drugs. God, he wished he could be there when the head of Five-O took the first pill, but he knew there was no way he could ensure that without bringing attention to himself.

O'Brien made his way back to Five-O's office and hurriedly placed the pill bottle back on the desk. He heard footsteps in the outer office and turned to find Chin Ho Kelly watching him.

"What are you doing in here?" Kelly asked.

"Danny drove Steve home..."

"I know, but that doesn't explain why you're in Steve's office."

"I was here with Danny and after he left I noticed the commander forgot his medication," O'Brien answered.

"Steve wasn't here..."

"Yes, he was. When Danny and I got back from questioning Fugata he was asleep in his office. Danny took him home again," O'Brien answered as Chin moved into the office and picked up the bottle of pills. He read the label and pocketed them as Kono brought up what little information they had on the case.

"Where's Danny?" Kono asked.

"According to David he left to drive Steve home again," Kelly answered and turned to the newcomer. "What did you find out from Fugata?"

"Nothing useful. The man is either scared or stupid or both," O'Brien answered. "He denied doing anything to McMillan, but he was lying."

'No kidding," Kelly said sarcastically. He didn't trust the newcomer, but for now he had to work with him. He knew Williams was a good judge of character, but somehow he'd missed the boat where O'Brien was concerned. He nodded to Kono who continued to bring up the information on each of the missing women.

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After going over the evidence and not getting very far, David O'Brien left for the day without seeing Danny Williams. He entered the bar on the outskirts of the city and sought out the man he knew would be there. Even amongst his fellow officers, Chris Jacobs had a reputation for being a miserable sonofabitch, and that was just what O'Brien needed. He didn't say anything to the other patrons as he made his way to the spot where Jacobs sat nursing a drink.

"Chris Jacobs?"

"What's it to you?"

"Plenty, unless your reputation is just just that."

"Who the hell are you?"

"I'm the man who can help you get what you want."

"Oh, really, and just what is it you think I want?"

"McGarrett's head on a post...or as guest of honor at a luau with the apple in his mouth. I do love it when they roast those pigs. Are you interested or should I leave you to wallow in that bottle of liquor you seem to covet?"

"I'm interested, but how do I know you're not setting me up?"

"You don't, but if I was would i be sitting here with you...telling you my name and making sure you get to Steve McGarrett."

"Who are you?" Jacobs asked.

"My name is David O'Brien and like you I'm a cop who thinks Steve McGarrett should be taken down a peg or two. I don't think he belongs as head of the governor's elite task force."

"You got that right. Bastard is navy, not a cop like the rest of us," Jacobs snarled.

"Exactly," O'Brien said and ordered two more drinks.

"Just exactly who are you?"

"I'm a cop from Newark..."

"Like that other bastard?"

"Yes, like Danny Williams," Jacobs said, fighting to keep his anger in check. "The difference is Danny and I are both cops from the get go and didn't get the job because of the governor. We did our time and took our knocks to get where we are. Danny's a damn good cop and so am I, so don't lump us in with McGarrett. I'm here to help you and I'm hoping you'll agree to help me."

"If it means getting that bastard out of Five-O I'm in," Jacobs said and took the drink from the aged waitress as he settled in to listen to what Jacobs had to say.

Author's Note—-Thanks again for the wonderful reviews and alerts. You guys make my day...Winnie