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Author's Note: I had someone ask if I was going to do more pairings in this. Well, I wasn't planning on it, but then I got this terrific idea! It's going to be a separate story as a sequel to this one, so be on the look out! I'm super excited for it! You guys are great! Thanks for reading!

Chapter Seven

I woke up feeling like I'd been hit by a bus. My head was throbbing and I could feel blood sticking to my cheek as it rested on the cold cement floor. My hands were bond – in front of me, thank goodness for small favors – as were my feet by zip ties. I cracked open an eye and found myself in a garage. Not just any garage, a fully loaded, blinged out, mechanic's wet dream kind of garage. The walls were lined with top of the line equipment that was polished and well taken care of. Even the floor was free of grease and oil stains, which I thought highly suspicious given the circumstances. Whoever this woman was, she had a thing for taking care of cars. Probably had some classic beast of a machine parked somewhere, but not here. There were no cars in the garage. Only me. And a very upset woman brandishing a tire iron. The murder weapon.

I pushed myself up to a sit before her, putting on my best helpless hooker look, "What do you want with me?"

She clamped her lips tightly together, glaring as she tightened her grip on the iron, "I want to take trash like you off the streets. I want you to suffer like I've had to suffer all these years. You think a nice, respected woman like me should have to resort to this?" A tear leaked out her eye but she furiously swiped it away.

"W-what are you talking about?" My head was throbbing and I was glancing around, trying to find some sort of weapon or anything that could help me. I knew 5-0 was behind me, I just had to stall for time and get her to talk until they got here. Without my ear bud, I couldn't be sure how far behind me they were.

She took a step closer to me, anger rolling off her in waves as tangible as the Hawaiian surf, "All these years, I've been a good wife. Raised four beautiful children, stayed perky and beautiful for my husband, but it just wasn't enough. He has to go out and pay for sex!"

She lunged forward, swinging the tire iron as she yelled, "What do you have that I don't?"

I tried to scoot away, but she caught my shoulder and knocked me over. Her anger was definitely powerful. Though being tied up didn't help. She swung again and I rolled to deflect the blow. "Am I not good enough for him? Do I not please him?" She shrieked before another swing connected with my head.

Once again stars danced before me. My dazed state was just what she needed. She straddled my legs and began whipping the iron through the air like there was no tomorrow. I held my arms up to protect my head from further injury, but received several blows to my chest and sides. A particularly well placed and rage-strengthened blow smashed my ribs and I heard several snaps. I cried out as pain shot through me with each blow.

For an instant, I had a flash back to two years ago when I had taken a beating from Toon. Back then, I didn't have back up, I had to fight him on my own. Fear seized a hold of me as I wondered if this time would be the same. Would 5-0 really come to my rescue? Did I foolishly trust them while they left me out to dry? My breath caught in my lungs and panic gripped my heart. Tears filled my eyes as another blow collided with my ribs. The survivor in me that had gotten me through the attack with Toon and the events that followed took over and I used my legs to get enough force to roll and throw the woman off me. Her eyes widened in surprise as she fell to the side, the tire iron crashing to the floor and out of her reach. She gave an angry holler before reaching for me as I scrambled away.

Suddenly, the door burst open. Steve came tramping in, followed closely by Danny, Chin and Kono, "5-0, freeze!"

The woman gasped as they trained their guns on her, "B-but, I didn't do anything! She's a prostitute, a whore!"

Steve came slowly forward, gun never wavering from her until Chin moved forward and had her secured in cuffs. Danny rushed to me, cupping my cheek in his hand to raise my eyes to his. His brow was wrinkled with concern as he checked me over.

"Are you alright?" He asked as Steve produced a pocket knife and handed it to him so he could cut my bounds.

Even though each breath was painful, my eyes were teary and my head was throbbing worse than ever, I nodded, "Yeah, yeah. I'm ok." I really wasn't and I knew I was going to lose it; a girl can only take so much before she needs a big strong man to hold her and tell her everything is ok, to make her feel safe. That's exactly how I felt with Danny: safe. As another tear escaped and rolled down my cheek, I reached up and wrapped my arms around Danny's neck. His arms carefully surrounded me and pulled me close.

"It's ok," He whispered. "It's ok. It's over now. You're safe."

"For a second, I-I thought you weren't going to come," I said so softly only he could hear.

"We always look out for our own," He replied, pulling away so he could look me in the eye and wipe the tears from my cheeks.

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Three days later, I was dressed in jeans, a t-shirt and sneakers. My hair was pulled into a messy pony tail and I had not one trace of make-up on my face. I had three broken ribs, bandages wrapped around my chest and both wrists, gauze taped to my forehead and a huge smile plastered on my face because I was still alive and kicking. I was very carefully perched on a chair in the bull pen of 5-0 headquarters with Kono sitting beside me. We were both sipping beers and enjoying some girl talk when Danny, Steve and Chin came in.

"How you feeling, Monroe?" Steve asked as they all came to stand before us.

"Never better," I replied. "Did she confess?"

Steve nodded, "She confessed to all the murders. Turns out, she found her husband paying for some extra lovin' and snapped. Started killing prostitutes to take out her anger and frustration and she says all she wanted was for her husband to look at her the way he looked at them."

"Geez," I shook my head and took another sip of beer.

"And thanks to you," Chin added, "We were able to catch her and find the garage which was the crime scene. We found evidence in the drain on the floor of the garage that she missed when she scrubbed the place clean."

I nodded, "Thank you. All of you. This case never would have gotten anywhere if it wasn't for you guys. And thank you for letting me help. It was nice to get a break from HPD for a while."

Danny glanced questioningly at Steve, "You didn't tell her?"

"I didn't tell her," Steve shook his head.

"Why not?" Danny asked. "Generally, when you have news like that, you tell the person. That's how normal people find out about these things. We all can't be super SEALs with mind reading capabilities like you."

"Alright," Steve held up a hand in an I-give-up gesture, "I'll tell her."

"Tell me what?" I glanced between them, then to Chin, then to Kono. They were all smiling the same, I-have-good-news smile.

Steve stepped forward and I stood up, feeling like this moment called for me to be standing even though I had to grimace slightly as I did. "Officer Leilah Monroe, it is my pleasure to inform you that you're transfer request has been approved."

I was taken aback, "I haven't put in a transfer."

"You are to report," he continued, ignoring my statement, "To this office next Monday morning. Take this week to heal and put whatever you need in order at HPD. It's my honor to be the first to welcome you to 5-0." He grinned and held out a hand.

Stunned, I shook it and blinked up at him, "Are you serious?"

He nodded, "You showed excellent skills and dedication to the job. We all talked about it and through unanimous vote, you're on the team."

Kono pulled me into a hug. I didn't even mind that it hurt, I was so happy. It was like a dream, not having to return to the street but still be a cop. I never thought it would happen. Chin was next to give me a hug. Then, I turned to Danny. Since I was back in sneakers, he was taller than me. I grinned. He pulled me into a hug before taking my face in his hands and kissing me.

~End~

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For now…

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Author's Note: Sorry the story was kind of short but if I ever want to finish a story, I have to keep it short. XD Or else I get distracted and never finish it. But, it's not over yet! The sequel is on its way, featuring an unexpected visit from Danny's sister, Claire! (I haven't decided on a title yet, so just keep your eyes open.)