Chin knew Danny Williams was angry at himself for not being able to help in the search for McGarrett. The doctor had finally okayed the move to Queens, and chin hoped seeing Rachel and Grace would keep him distracted, but he knew that was easier said than done. The chopper had landed and they were ready to transfer Williams.
Chin could hear Danny arguing with the nursing staff and sighed heavily before entering the room. "Problems, Danny?"
"Hell, yes, there are problems, Chin. Look, get Adamson back here and tell him I don't need all this shit!"
"Danny, we've been through this. You need to let the doctors and nurses do their jobs and trust Me and Kono to find Steve."
"I do trust you, but I need...I don't..."
"You don't like being out of the loop."
"Exactly," Williams said, frustration evident in the way he clenched his hands in the blanket.
"What if I promised to keep you in the loop? Would that help?"
"As long as you don't leave anything out," Williams said.
"I won't, now the chopper just landed so you might as well sit back..."
"Don't you mean lie back?"
"Lie back and enjoy the ride."
"Are you coming along for the ride?"
"I am," Chin said and shifted out of the way as an orderly and the medical personnel could get the patient ready to travel.
Danny closed his eyes and cursed his inability to take an active role in the search for Five-O's team leader. Steve was more than just his boss, he was his friend and he'd done something few people had ever done for Danny Williams. He'd put his life on the line and given himself over to his mortal enemy. That was exactly what Wo Fat was and Danny had seen the hatred in the man's eyes, and knew what he had planned for Steve would not end well. He heard the clicks and beeps of the mobile monitoring equipment and soon felt the effects of the IV pain medication and cursed the pull of sleep as images of Steve McGarrett flashed behind his closed lids. Wo Fat had done a lot of damage the last time he'd taken Steve, and this time it would be just as bad, if not worse and they didn't have Joe White or the SEAL team to help them find the missing man.
*'Use that stubborn SEAL bullheadedness and hold on, Steven, we're coming,'* he thought as the darkness claimed him.
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Kono watched Rachel's face as the gurney was wheeled through the ER doors. As soon as Chin had called to tell them they were transferring Danny, Rachel had called the woman who usually babysat for her. Carol had readily agreed to stay with Grace and the baby and Kono had driven to the hospital with a silent woman in the passenger seat.
"God, Danny," Rachel whispered and hurried to the side of the gurney.
"It's not as bad as it looks, Rachel," Williams said, fighting the effects of the medication he'd been given.
"We've been here before, Danny, so please don't patronize me," Rachel said with tears in her eyes.
"I'm not, Rachel, look, except for the bullet wound it's just bruises..."
"Bullet wound! Bruises! You were kidnapped, Danny, and I didn't know if you were going to come back to me and our children..."
"What did you just say?" Williams asked, anger and hurt evident in his eyes.
"I said you were kidnapped..."
"After that...you said our children...Rachel, tell me the truth. Is he mine?"
"No, he's Stan's," Rachel said, but turned away from the injured man.
"Rachel, look at me!"
"I can't, Danny," the woman said and hurried out of the hospital, leaving three stunned people to watch here.
"Detective, we're going to get you checked in and have Dr. Lewis take a look at you before they move you upstairs," a pretty young nurse told him and helped guide the gurney into a curtained off cubicle.
Danny knew there was nothing he could do about the bombshell he'd just been handed. Rachel's reaction was enough to tell him the baby was his, but if she wasn't willing to admit it, then he'd damn well ask for a paternity test. How could she be so damn callous when it came to his feelings? Couldn't she see how much Grace meant to him? How much he loved her and wanted to spend time with her? God, he'd uprooted himself once to follow her to Hawaii and even planned to go back to New Jersey when she told him she still loved him. How much more did she think he could take?
"Danny, are you all right?" Chin asked.
"No, Chin, no I'm not," Williams snapped and tried to sit up, crying out when the move reminded him why he was in the hospital in the first place. "Dammit, she's not going to keep doing this to me...to us!"
"Give her some time, Danny, she's been so worried about you," Kono said.
"Oh, really, more like she's worried about herself. I'm not going to forget this...she's going to have to prove that the baby's not mine," Williams spat. "Look, I want to be alone...you two should go find out where Steve is."
"All right, Danny, but you stay put!" Chin ordered.
"Where the hell do you think i can go with all this crap?" the Jersey native said and sighed tiredly as the adrenalin rush left him weak and in pain. He closed his eyes and let the images play forward in his mind, and knew the love he had for Rachel would be his downfall. One way or the other he needed to know, even if it meant going against her wishes.
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Rachel allowed the tears to fall as she ran from the hospital and made her way toward the small bench at the back of the garden. She knew what she'd done to Danny was wrong, but at first she'd been sure the baby was Stan's. After he was born she'd even convinced herself that he looked like Stan, but as time passed she could see so many things that reminded her of Danny Williams.
She'd made such a mess of things and didn't know what to do to fix it anymore. There was no way she could ask Danny to take her back again, God, not after how badly she'd hurt him the last time. He'd proven how much he loved her, not just by moving to Hawaii, but by choosing to move back to New Jersey with her.
Rachel had cursed Steve McGarrett to hell and back for keeping Danny from meeting her at the airport. It had driven home the fact that her ex-husband was and always would be a cop. A man who would never turn his back on someone he cared about. She knew she shouldn't fault him for that, but when it kept him from his family, she did. How many hours had she spent waiting for that phone call or that knock on the door that would change her life forever? She could not go through that again...would not put Grace through it, and sure as hell wouldn't have brought another child into that lifestyle.
"No, Stan is the father...he is," she whispered, but her heart felt like it would shatter with each sob that broke from her throat.
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Wo Fat knew it wouldn't be long before he had everything he wanted. The boat carrying his half brother had docked nearly and hour ago and his nemesis would soon be a guest, albeit and unwanted one, at his facility. This was his home, a place away from The Yakuza and other business dealings. A place that had once belonged to his mother's ancestors, but had been lost in the past. His mother had longed for the lands that belonged to her ancestors and he'd worked hard to find out exactly where she'd been born and used his money to buy back his past, at least the art of his past he could be proud of. John McGarrett was a part he would like to squelch and stepping on Steve McGarrett's dead body would do that for him.
Wo Fat did not smoke, he would never do anything that would disrupt the flow of his mind and body. He refused to use drugs unless it was absolutely and rarely took anything without his physician's explicit orders. Some people said he was obsessed, but he felt it was more than that. It was his way of taking care of the body he'd worked so hard to build.
"Sir, there's a car approaching the compound."
"Make sure you bring him straight to me, Chan-Sook," Wo Fat said.
"Yes, Sir," Chan-Sook Tam said and walked away.
Wo Fat stood up, walked across the veranda and smiled at the way the sunset heralded the end of a day and seemed to mirror the end of his half-brother's freedom. Steve McGarrett would soon find out what it meant to be a prisoner of his father's transgressions. Today was the start of a lesson his half brother would not forget and by the time it was over, McGarrett would blame his father and harbor the same hatred he did.
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McGarrett's return to consciousness was not a pleasant one as the vehicle they were in bounced over a rut in the road and his head collided with edge of the bench. He bit back a curse and heard laughter from whoever was in the back of the truck with him. Whoever the bastard was, he'd found a new way to make his life hell. His feet were tied at the ankles while his arms were now secured to a thick length of board that rested against his shoulder blades.
"Welcome back, Commander," Kyle McClellan said from his perch on the bench. "Although I have a feeling you really should have remained unconscious for the duration. We will be at Wo Fat's compound in approximately five minutes. I told him of Detective Williams accidental death and he sends his regards, but assures me that you will be joining Detective Williams in a few days or hours depending on how well you were trained to handle pain."
Steve shifted and tried to sit, but it was impossible with the three foot board and his arms stretched out. He glared at his captor as the vehicle turned sharply and his body slid toward the back.
McClellan lifted his foot and used it to stop McGarrett from sliding out of the truck and leaned against the wall with a cackling laughter that grated on Steve's nerves. He felt the truck come to a stop and heard voices from the front before the sound of a gate opening and the vehicle moved forward once more.
"We're here...welcome to your own personal hell, Commander," McClellan said and opened the back of the truck before cutting the ropes binding McGarrett's ankles. He stepped out and helped drag the prisoner outside before smiling at the man walking striding toward him. "One SEAL Commander, delivered as promised. Now about my fee..."
"You will find everything in here," Wo Fat said and waited for McClellan to take the briefcase before he turned to Chan-Sook. "Bring him."
Steve cursed as he was forced to follow Wo Fat and fought the urge to attack the bastard and be done with it. That wouldn't get him anywhere right now and would not bring Danny Williams back. He needed to be smart and wait for Chin and Kono to find him, he needed to be alive if he wanted to tear the other man apart.
Steve stumbled, but didn't go down as a gun prodded his lower back. He turned and glared at the man, but got another shove when he lagged behind. He looked around at the terrain and tried to figure out where he was, but there wasn't much to go on. The house itself was a split level with bow windows and a veranda that encompassed the front and seemed to go around both sides.
McGarrett cursed and turned on the man who seemed intent on driving the barrel of his gun through his lower back. He used the momentum to strike out with the length of board attached to his wrists and smiled when the man went down hard. A blow to the back of his right knee made him cry out, but he did not go down as he spun to find Wo Fat staring at him with a hint of a smile.
"Commander...or should I say Brother?" Wo Fat said and watched McGarrett's face. "Don't tell me you had no idea, Brother Dear? Surely our father would have confided in his favorite son?"
"Our..."
"Father. Yes, you heard me right, Brother Dear. My father and your father are one and the same. John McGarrett used my mother and then left her in shame."
"I don't believe you," McGarrett spat.
"It doesn't matter whether you believe me or not, but I have evidence and I know who I am. My mother raised me alone and I grew up fast," Wo Fat Said and moved to the table. He sat down and stared at the captive, fighting the urge to kill him where he stood. "Our father..."
"My father would never have left a woman alone...especially one who was carrying his child," Steve said.
"He did and I am living proof of that. Are you so blinded by John McGarrett that you cannot see the truth right before your eyes?"
"Why should I believe anything you have to say?"
"You don't have to, but I can see the doubt in your eyes. You did not know our father as well as you think you did," Wo Fat said and moved away from the table so that he stood nose to nose with his captive.
"I knew my father well enough to know he was a good man and loved his family!" Steve was rocked by the back handed blow that sent him staggering backward until his back hit the railing and he lost his balance. He hit the ground hard, the air driven from his lungs as he tried to absorb the force of the blow.
"What about my mother? What about me?" Wo Fat snarled and stood over his half brother.
Steve saw his chance and took it, lashing out with both feet and striking the man in the chest. He didn't get the chance to savor his victory as something struck his temple and darkness descended.
Wo Fat stood up and waited for the dizziness to pass. Again he'd underestimated his brother, but he would not be so lax the next time. He quickly closed the short distance between them and looked at the unconscious man who was and always would be his worst enemy. There could never be any love between them, not when Steve had been given everything that should have been his. He should be the one carrying on the McGarrett name, not this miserable bastard.
"What do you want done with him?" Chan-Sook asked softly.
"Take him to the chamber and make sure he is secured properly. Search him for anything he could use to set himself free. Do not underestimate him or you will pay for it with your life," Wo Fat warned and moved back. He watched as his first in command and long time friend ordered two men to pick McGarrett up and drag him toward the back of the house. This was his home, one he'd paid for with money he'd sequestered away through the years since finding out who his father was.
The house itself had all the modern conveniences and indoor plumbing, something that had been unheard of when he lived on the streets with his mother. His mother, a woman so blinded by her love that she couldn't see who John McGarrett really was. How could she love such a man? Why hadn't he been able to convince her that she was wrong about him?
Wo Fat watched until they disappeared with his half brother and knew the man would wake up to darkness, unable to see what was right in front of his nose. It could be debilitating if a man was left that way for long periods of time, but Steve McGarrett was a trained SEAL...but he could be broken and that was something he would see to.
'The Old Man' had once told him he should 'know thine enemy' better than he knew himself, and since finding out the truth about John and Steve McGarrett he'd made it his goal. It had become a silent mantra that kept him from killing McGarrett on sight. Many would say he was crazy to go after the SEAL, and should go after Mary McGarrett instead, but she was a woman. His mother had taught him to respect women and to hurt his half sister would not give him the same satisfaction as hurting his half brother. Perhaps, when this was over, he would seek out Mary, but for now she was unimportant in his schemes.
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Chin and Kono hurried into Danielle Marceau's office to find her and two of her assistants working at the computer console. She turned and motioned them inside, but held up her hand for them to be quiet while she tapped out several commands.
"There's got to be something we're missing!" Marceau snapped.
"We've tried everything, Danielle, even rebooting the system didn't work," an older man observed as he looked at one of several monitors that showed little or no activity.
"Danielle, what's wrong?" Chin asked.
"We've lost the signal," the woman answered and continued to work as the newcomers moved in behind her.
"When?"
"About an hour ago," Marceau answered. "We had him moving in a south westerly direction most of the time, but the whole thing shut down on us."
"How?" Kono asked worriedly.
"Could be distance, but I had it calibrated to adjust to the satellites so this wouldn't happen. It could be come kind of electrical interference. But I don't know and without something to compare it to there's nothing else we can do. I'm sorry, Chin, but I warned you and commander McGarrett that I didn't have a chance to test it."
"Can you give us the last coordinates you had for him?" Chin asked.
"Sure," Marceau said.
"Kono, I'm going to check in with Catherine, maybe she's still got him," Chin said.
"All right," Kono agreed and waited for the printout from Danielle Marceau.
"If I get the signal back I'll call you," Marceau promised.
"Thanks, Danielle," Chin said and waited for Catherine to take his call.
*"Chin, I was just going to call you. I lost him."*
"Damn, I was afraid of that. Look, I've got his last known coordinates so Kono and I are going to see if WO Fat has any holdings in the area," Chin explained.
*"I'll check from this end and call you if I find anything."*
"Thanks, Catherine...we'll find him."
*"God, I hope so, Chin...call me."*
"I will," Chin said and knew Kono had caught his half of the conversation. "You heard."
"I did...we need to get back to HQ and find out what we can about Wo Fat and the area where that signal was lost," Kono said and hurried out of the office with Chin close on her heels.
TBC!