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Steve McGarrett had been trained to operate in the worst of conditions, and he'd successfully been able to do that many times over. But now, he was beginning to realize that his training had not prepared him on how to deal with a woman. Especially a woman hiding a pretty big secret.

A soft sigh from across the hall caused him to turn his gaze from the ceiling to his doorway. Normally he slept with his door closed, but with Emma in the house, he felt he needed to keep a close eye on her. His doorway allowed him to see directly into her room. She was curled up in a ball on her bed with a pillow hugged to her chest.

From what he could tell, Emma hadn't slept much lately. The bags under her eyes that he'd noticed at the airport were a definite sign of sleep deprivation. Steve watched as Emma sighed again and twisted onto her back. He wondered exactly what was going on with her. After grabbing some barbeque to go, they'd eaten in silence at his tiny kitchen table. She'd excused herself to take a shower and go to bed as soon as she had finished eating. Steve had taken that time to call Riley. His fellow SEAL kept the conversation short and thanked Steve again for looking out for his baby sister.

A strangled moan caused Steve to sit up straight in bed. Emma was thrashing around on the bed. Steve got out of his bed and walked quickly across the hall.

"No," Emma whispered in her sleep before letting out another low moan.

"Emma," Steve whispered before reaching out to gently shake her shoulder. When she didn't respond he moved his hand to brush his palm across her forehead. "Emma."

The second time he said her name, her eyes opened and she stared up at him. Steve's breath caught in his throat as he stared at her.

"Steve?" Emma said quietly as she sat up. "What's wrong?"

Steve could only stare at her as she moved into a seated position. She had taken hold of the hand he'd put on her forehead.

"Steve?" Emma repeated as she reached up to lay her hand against his cheek. Her ice cold hand caused him to snap back into reality.

"Are you okay?" he asked quietly.

"Yeah," Emma whispered back. "Are you?"

"Huh?" Steve asked while leaning closer to her.

"Are you okay? You kinda spaced out on me," Emma said with a soft chuckle before meeting his intense stare. Her green eyes widened when she saw his hazel ones fixated on her face. They stared at each other for countless moments before Steve blinked and made his face blank.

"I'm fine," he said before sitting on the edge of the bed. "You were dreaming."

"Was I?" Emma asked while looking down at the quilt on the bed.

"You said 'No'," Steve replied while staring at her as she smoothed the quilt with her small hands.

"I don't remember what it was about," she murmured. Silence lingered between them for a few moments before she spoke again. "I've been having a lot of dreams lately."

"About what?" he asked. When she refused to meet his gaze, he placed his index finger under her chin to force her to look at him. Tears had formed in her eyes, and Steve saw fear in those green orbs as well.

"What did Riley tell you?" Emma asked.

"Your fiancé cheated on you," Steve said quietly while watching her face carefully. Emma let out a soft chuckle before her face turned serious again.

"Riley sucks at making up a story," she said before taking a deep breath. "I'm not engaged, nor have I ever been."

She paused, and Steve reached forward to tuck a piece of hair behind her ear.

"A few weeks ago, I started receiving these notes," she said quietly.

"What kind of notes?" Steve asked with a frown.

"They started off saying things like 'I'm watching you.' and 'I want you,'" Emma said with shiver. "I ignored them for the first week or so, but they became more violent as time went on."

"What do you mean by violent?" Steve asked as that nagging feeling settled deep in his gut.

"He threatened to kill people if I didn't cooperate with him," Emma said while tears fell from her eyes.

"Kill who?" Steve asked as he reached with his right hand to brush away the tears that fell down her cheeks.

"Riley, my parents, my best friend," she said shakily.

"How did he want you to cooperate?" Steve asked gently.

"He wanted me to meet him at this house and move away with him," Emma sighed. "I panicked and called Riley. We went to the police, and they began an investigation. That was two days ago."

"Oh Em," Steve sighed as he pulled her into his arms.

"I have no idea who this guy is. He's come in and completely taken over my life," Emma cried.

"I'm so sorry," Steve murmured against her temple. "You're safe now, Emma."

"But what about my family? What if he hurts them because I didn't stay and do what he wanted?" Emma asked as more tears cascaded down her face.

"Riley will take care of them. I know he's already called in some of the guys we served with. They won't let anything happen to your family," Steve reassured her as he caressed her back. Emma sighed deeply before tightening her arms around Steve's abdomen.

Steve had no idea how long they stayed like that, but after a while he heard her breathing change. He realized that she'd fallen asleep, so he carefully laid her back on the bed and covered her with the quilt. He tiptoed to the door before turning back to look at her. She looked like an angel laying there with her hair spread out around her.

"You're safe with me, Em," he whispered before slowly making his way back to his own bed.