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Notes: OH OH! The last time I looked, there was a tie on the poll - It will be up all day on my profile page, so if you haven't voted please do. I'm taking a firm grip of writer's license by having General in the hospital. It is also a method to compound Ponch's overall and over-bearing personality type when he sometimes does whatever he wants to do. :-)

Chapter 13

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"Where is he?" Ponch strode purposefully through the familiar halls of Tripler Army Medical Center and directly into the midst of the large emergency room. With three arriving ambulances, two of which included the Governor's finest, the organized chaos was understandable. Passing employees and HPD alike, Ponch hurriedly wended his way through and towards the triage rooms looking from left to right. Two people backed away when they saw not only his unstoppable level of agitation, but the impressive dog at his side.

"Jasper Mitchell. Where is he?" Out of habit and regardless that the big doctor hadn't actually been there in months, a male nurse pointed to an exam room. Looking queerly at what Ponch had in his hand, he bit back what he wanted to say as the big doctor silently seemed to dare anyone to prevent what was about to happen.

"He arrived about twenty minutes ago and they're having trouble with him. Room two." Having never actually stopped, Ponch continued moving though with General at the heel and happily trotting along. Oblivious to the stunned whispers and questions, he was quite willing to follow the doctor into a place that reeked exactly of the smells which lived on his Jasper. The dog was easily picking up on the doctor's anticipation too and so, he stuck close not wanting to miss whatever it was that was going on.

In exam room two, Ellen Ramirez was with the young doctor who was determinedly sitting on the edge of the gurney and trying to inconceivably leave. It was she who had taken a few seconds to call her husband seconds before Mitchell was brought in with Kono and just a few minutes after Danny. She was glad that she'd taken the time and hoped her husband could calm the overly distraught young man.

At the time, she hadn't known more than that the abducted doctor had been located and two Five-0 officers compromised. Danny had arrived first and he'd been rapidly moved to surgery to close suspected injuries to a major artery in his arm. An injury stunningly sustained by a surgical scalpel. Pale and barely semi-conscious, Ellen wasn't sure if he knew where he was and he'd likely wind up in intensive care to recover. Somewhere on the surgical floor, Steve now lurked worriedly. She also knew that Kono was fine and had already been admitted to sleep off the affects of a strong sedative. She would suffer no lasting consequences and her cousin was patiently sitting by her side.

Ellen now wound up assisting with Jasper Mitchell, but the doctor was far from calm. She still didn't yet understand the relationship of Alan Parker and the clinic to the horrific organ trafficking case. With limited access to the entire story, she was only hearing confusing bits and pieces from the police and from the traumatized young man swaying so alarmingly in front of her.

"Jasper. Doctor Mitchell. Everyone's safe, please let us help you." Ellen kept trying to get through to him, but fear compounded by exhaustion had finally won out and he was completely irrational.

"It was Parker and I can't … I can't be here. I can't .. he's going to kill her .. then me." He repeated over and over again as Ellen and the attending emergency room doctor kept him in place but certainly not where they wanted him. Combative when he saw the hint of a syringe, the E.R. doctor was unable to sedate Jazz and they were happy enough just to have him sitting on the lip of a gurney, unsteady as he was. However, no one even yet realized that he was confusing Kylie Yeun with Kono Kalakaua.

"Let me see him." Elbowing through, Ponch grabbed each of the quaking shoulders and gave Jazz a firm and somewhat hard shake. "Jasper."

He was stunned by the filth and shocky, blown pupils as the young man plucked mindlessly now at his own arms.

"Let me go. Please?" He was pleading now and clearly frightened. "He killed her."

"Jasper. You're just tired and not thinking straight." It took a few minutes for the deep sensible voice to sink in, but it did and Jazz finally focused first on the broad chest and then the older man's face. "Look at me and calm down."

"Ramirez?" He whispered in confusion. Exhausted and wrung out, he'd come half awake in the ambulance and then fearfully aggressive in the hospital. Certain that Kylie Yeun was dead or that he was even next for Parker's lurid plans, Jazz conjured Kono's face too where he had last seen her on the operating table. The two womens' faces merged together and then blurred. He wasn't sure who was dead or who might be alive. He only felt his chest seize with the ongoing terror of what was bound to happen.

"Ramirez. He killed her. He sewed her eyes shut." Jazz blinked lazily up into the man's grim face and then patted his chest sloppily with a near hysterical chuckle. "Parker knows … but .. it's more .. worse than just supplies."

Getting confused again as Kono's sleeping face returned to replace Yeun's sewn shut eyes, Jazz shivered. "He's crazy .. he's going to hurt her, cut her and then kill her. I can't be here."

"Stop it!" Jazz was afraid again and not making sense. He was then physically stunned when Ramirez once more gave him a hard shake which rattled the very teeth in his head. The attending TAMC E.R. physician put a warning hand on Ponch's arm but he shrugged it off. He only had one objective and that was to get through to Jasper with whatever tactic worked.

"It's over, Jasper. The girl is safe. She's fine and so are you."

"No. He killed her. Parker .. he .. killed all of them really. He killed all of them. Each and every one and I'm next." Over the top of his friend's head, Ponch caught his wife's gaze and she nodded before mouthing 'Parker' again. Evidently there was a great deal of truth to Mitchell's ramblings but she didn't have the time to tell Ponch more. Plus, she also doubted some of what she did know; or at least she wanted to.

Under his tight grip, Jazz shuddered and tried to move away and his attention was drawn back down to the young doctor. "No. You're not going anywhere." With a hard shake, Ponch easily kept him on the edge of the exam table. "I said to stop it, Jasper. It's over and you can just stay right where you are. I'll take care of everything for you."

"Oh." Jasper's mind was befuddled and thick. Blinking again, he stared at Ramirez and trusted that whatever it was, he would take care of things. With an effort he remembered talking to the Asian officer and then the dark-haired one. Parker had been subdued; he knew that would be the word used by the media and he almost laughed out loud. It sounded right and he had a picture of the doctor laying on the concrete floor, bound hand and foot.

"Lay down, Jazz." Suddenly pliable, he sagged tiredly as Ponch pushed and the E.R. doctor quickly dispensed a sedative into his young patient.

"Ramirez?" Someone else was lifting his legs which he couldn't quite seem to get to cooperate. The feeling of helplessness slammed back into him and he gasped when he felt a wet coldness on his hand, the tell-tale scent of alcohol, and he tried to jerk away.

Intravenous .. dark hair .. a pretty face. Jazz remembered an IV pole, two lines, two bags .. he had touched them, himself. But did he put them in or did he take them out?

"No!" Jazz hissed in fear as a he felt a prick but Ponch was still there; soothing and explaining, constantly talking about being able to take care of everything.

"You're safe and with good people. Let them help you, Jazz. General and I will be here."

Brows knit immediately at that and he studied the big doctor's face. He vaguely remembered the blonde officer making a joke about Ramirez having his dog. "General?" He was laying back now on the gurney with blankets up to his chest and intravenous fluids feeding into a port which was taped into his hand. In shock and confused, Jazz wasn't at all sure he heard correctly.

"Wait." Ponch smiled then only to bend down and lift a solid white shape to lay directly on top of Jazz's body. The doctor groaned with the brief effort and the gurney moved a bit as a new weight was added to it. "I don't know why, but this goliath of a dog missed you."

The familiar heavy warmth and wagging tail did wonders for the young doctor as General stretched out his full length to rest his bulky head on his master's chest with happy whuffling snorts breathed out across his collarbone. Understanding he needed to be gentle, General was exceedingly careful in his greeting. In awe of what was happening, Jazz managed to focus more as his swollen fingers found his dog's warm coat.

"Ramirez?" He was confused but General was definitely draped over his body. Warm and real, plus even hazy-eyed now from sedation, Jazz could tell that Ramirez was pleased.

"I told you that I would take care of everything. Calm down, Jasper." With nowhere to shove his busy hands, Ponch folded them behind his back and bounced happily on his toes. In truth, he was still worried for his young colleagues' health and mental reaction to being freed from a few days of a terrifying solitary confinement. Whatever he had witnessed on top of that would take time to move past. He was angry too and determined to find out for certain what Alan Parker had done. Faster than Ellen, Ponch was willing to put certain terrible things together and trust that Jasper's broken sentences implicated Alan Parker in something much worse. He knew instinctively that it would be directly related to the organ trafficking case that Five-0 had been studying over so many months. It was only the hindsight that he now regretted as he watched Jasper finally relax.

He stepped back to allow his wife and the attending to finish their evaluation around the intimidating body of the Bull Terrier. General shifted his gaze from Jasper up to Ponch and then back down. His tail thumped happily across the white sheets and he ignored the rest of his masters' gentle caretakers when Jazz lazily stroked his head. He heard his named hummed softly and his tail thumped even faster. Everyone knew the dog would not be allowed to stay at the hospital, but in the short term and as a favor to a distressed peer, the staff was willing to turn a temporary blind eye.

"Good." Ponch sighed out. He would track down Steve next to get the complete story and to check on Danny and Kono. First though, he needed to make sure Jasper's interests were cared for. Ensuring he was not in the way and that General continued to mind his manners, he sidled into a corner to watch the continued triage.

"Much better." Ellen agreed as Jazz seemed to fall asleep. Running her hand once over the big dog's head, Ellen grinned over the gurney in approval at her husband as she alternated between wiping the warehouse grunge and filth from Jasper's arms and then his face. Without a doubt, he and maybe even General would stay at the hospital until Jasper Mitchell was well enough to go home.

~ to be continued ~