"Now eat up, boys," Janey told the two boys as she placed the bowls of her homemade spaghetti and meatballs in front of them and turned to grab the milk out of the fridge to fill their glasses. Closing the fridge door, she jumped in surprise as she saw John standing in the kitchen doorway, the look on his face warned her that something was seriously wrong.

Holding a finger up to his lips as he nodded towards the two boys who were sitting with their backs to the door, he tilted his head towards the living room before he turned and walked back into the living room.

A little frightened and worried by her husband's strange behavior, she quickly poured the boys their glasses of milk, placing the glasses on the table beside their bowls of spaghetti with the motherly, no nonsense warning, that they were to eat everything on their plates before leaving the table and not to play with their food before she turned and hurried to join her husband in the living room. "John, what's wrong?" she asked as she reached him, and he turned around to look at her with a look of fear and devastation in his eyes, "Has something happened?"

"Honey, Danny's been shot," he told her quietly.

"Danny?" Janey parroted, staring at her husband, shocked by the news, unable to believe what he was telling her as she managed to croak out, "How…how bad?"

"It's bad, real bad. He was shot at almost point blank in the head. He's… he's critical … they … they don't know if he will make it."

"Ohh, God," Janey moaned, "How... how did it happen?"

"From what we have been told, McGarrett and Danny were trying to arrest a murder suspect in the old apartments on Hotel Street."

"That's only three blocks away from here." Janey gasped.

John nodded, "McGarrett took the apartment's front door while Danny covered the alleyway in case the suspect tried to do a runner using the fire escape."

"And the suspect shot Danny trying to escape?"

John hesitated before he answered quietly, "That's what the initial investigation suggests but…"

"But?" Janey frowned in confusion, uncertain of what her husband was trying to tell her.

"A witness saw two small boys run out of the alleyway a minute or so after the shot was fired, followed a minute later by the suspect."

"Two small boys?" Janey's frown deepened with confusion.

"Two small boys who fit both Sammy's and Tommy's descriptions, right down to the clothes that they are wearing." John continued slowly.

"But it couldn't have been the boys…" Janey began.

"Wait, before you say anything, there's something more I need to tell you. Danny was shot by a Berretta."

"You mean a gun like your police service weapon?"

John swallowed and nodded, "Yeah, the same type of gun."

"But I don't understand," Janey whispered, uncertain if she really wanted to hear any more of what her husband wanted to tell her. "Why are you-"

"Just listen," John told her desperately, wanting to get what he needed to tell her over and done with. "This afternoon, when I started to get ready for work, I discovered that someone had been playing with my gun, I put it in its holster with the safety clip on in the drawer before I went to sleep but when I opened the drawer to get it later, it was lying on top of the holster."

"You don't think Sammy was playing with it again, do you?"

John nodded as he rushed on, "I asked him about it, Janey and he lied right to my face. Told me that he didn't touch it, but I think we both know that he did."

"But what's that got to do with Danny's shooting?"

"After I heard about Danny and the two little boys the witness saw, I …I checked my weapon. I mean…I hoped I was wrong about what I was thinking. I felt like such a failure as Sammy's father for even thinking it, but I had to make sure, especially after what happened with Jamie…"

"And?" Janey asked fearfully.

"There was one bullet missing… and… and it had been fired recently." John murmured, reluctantly.

Janey wrapped her arms around herself, in a desperate attempt to try and ward off the icy cold that seemed to emanate from her very soul as she sat heavily down on the sofa and stared up in shock in horror at her husband. The sickening feeling of déjà vu washed over her, and she felt that she was reliving the nightmare all over again, except instead of Jamie's death, it was Danny now fighting for his life after being shot point blank in the head, only a few short blocks from their own home. She prayed that John was wrong about his unspoken suspicions about the gun, the missing bullet, and the two boys who matched both Sammy's and Tommy's descriptions who were seen running from the alleyway only minutes after Danny was shot. Shaking her head in denial, she could only whisper, "No, no, you have to be wrong. Sammy promised us that he would never touch your gun again, besides the gun was in the bedside drawers next to our bed where you were sleeping, and the boys were playing outside all afternoon. There just has to be some other-"

"I really want to be wrong about this, I do, but after what happened with Jamie…" John paused, kneeling in front of his wife. Reaching for her hands, he gently clasped them in his, as he asked quietly, "But Janey, I really need to know, is it possible that the two boys might have gotten my gun and snuck away to play with it while you were watching your show?"

Biting her bottom lip, in an attempt to stop the tears from falling as she remembered her own suspicions about what the two boys had been up to and if they had stayed in sight of the house when they were riding their bikes as they had been told, when they had come inside while she was watching her show, she slowly shook her head. "I…I don't know." A tear trickled down her face as she glanced towards the kitchen where she could hear the two boys laughing before she looked back at her husband and whispered guiltily, "Ohh, I'm sorry John, I know I should have been watching them closer but I…I…"

Forcing a small smile, he reached up and wiped away her tear with the back of his hand as he squeezed her other hand and murmured reassuringly, "I know, Sweetheart, it's okay…"

"But what if you're right, John? What if Sammy did take your gun? What if…" she whimpered in terror.

"Shh, shh, Sweetheart, everything's going to be okay, I promise." John whispered, as he rose and sat on the sofa beside her and wrapped his arms around her.

"But what if Danny dies like Jamie did? How are we going to protect Sammy?" she sobbed, burying her head into his shoulder, "Oh God, John, we have already lost Jamie, I don't know what I would do if we lost Sammy as well."

"We're not going to lose Sammy, I promise you!" John murmured into her hair.

Pulling slightly away from her husband's comforting embrace, Janey sniffled and looked fearfully up into his eyes as she asked cautiously, not quite daring to believe what John was promising her, "We won't?"

"No, we won't," John smiled reassuringly.

"But what if Danny dies…or the suspect Danny was after wasn't the shooter and saw what happened, or Danny recovers and tells them that…"

"Listen Sweetie, we don't even know for sure if my suspicions are correct, but I promise you, I am going to try and assist with the investigation and if I do find out that Sammy was the one who shot Danny, I promise I will take care of it. No one, and I do mean no one, will ever know what really happened. I will make sure of that, just like I did with Jamie's death." John promised as he lovingly brushed an errant strand of hair away from her face.

"But what about Tommy?" Janey's voiced hitched a little as she grabbed her husband's hand and held it tightly against her cheek, needing his physical contact to help her calm herself down.

John frowned as he realized that if Sammy had shot Danny, then Henderson would not have been the only witness. He knew that the boys had been together all afternoon, but he had been so consumed with the fear that his son might be responsible for Danny's shooting that he had ignored the fact that if Sammy was indeed responsible for Danny's life-threatening injuries, then Tommy might have also witnessed it. Biting the inside of his cheek, he thought about how he could procure the silence of the young boy before he suddenly looked back at his wife and asked, "Tommy's definitely staying with us a few days, isn't he?"

Janey nodded, "Yes he is, remember I told you this morning that I told Simon and Carol that he could stay with us for a week while they go away and work on their marriage." Wiping away another tear, she asked, tentatively, "Why?"

John nodded, "I was just thinking that it might be best, that while the investigation is happening if you take the two boys away for a couple of days, maybe to the Big Island and stay in that fancy resort they have just built. Maybe take the boys sightseeing …"

"But John, can we really afford that?" Janey gasped, staring at her husband in surprise.

John shrugged as he looked over her shoulder towards the kitchen where he could see the two boys getting up from the dinner table before he looked back at his wife and whispered urgently, "Can we afford not to? I mean, we need to get the boys away from here, until I can find out just what happened in the alley today and if Sammy is responsible. And we can't afford either Sammy or Tommy talking to anyone, just in case."

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Handing a plate piled high with spaghetti to Tony who was seated on the sofa in front of the television, Jenny quickly turned away, unwilling to watch him as he shoveled the food greedily into his mouth, not even taking the time to chew before he wolfed it down. She winced and bit her lip to stop herself from crying out as he suddenly reached out and grabbed her hand hard, forcing her to turn back towards him, his mouth still half full of food, as he asked, "Aren't you going to eat?"

Forcing a small weak smile, Jenny shook her head as she gently pulled her hand free of his bruising grip, "I'm not hungry, I'm just going to get myself a cup of coffee. Do you want one?"

"I do if the coffee comes with a shot of whiskey in it," Tony grinned and winked, reaching across to slap her behind, hard, as she turned to walk away.

Yelping in pain, Jenny jumped out of his reach before she hurried back towards her small kitchen, freezing in mid-step as she heard footsteps coming up her front stairs. Quickly turning around as she heard Tony slam his plate down on the small coffee table in front of him, she watched him pull out his gun as he headed across to the window.

"You expecting anyone?" he hissed angrily as he silently crossed the room.

"N…no," she stuttered softly as she watched him reach the window and use the barrel of his gun to lift the curtain slightly to peer outside.

"Shit!" he growled softly as he quickly dropped the curtain back into place and began to move towards her, "Shit!"

"Who is it?" Jenny whispered, frightened at Tony's reaction as he hurried towards her as she heard someone knock loudly on the door.

"It's McGarrett and one of his Five 0 cops!" Tony hissed in her ear as he grabbed her arm and pressed the gun under her chin, "Get rid of them and fast if you don't want two dead Five 0 cops on your hands!" Tony warned her before he released her hand and gave her a hard shove towards the door as she heard the officers knock again. "And don't try to do anything stupid!"

"I won't, Tony, I promise," she promised softly as she stumbled and stopped herself from falling, turning around just in time to see her bedroom room door close as she reached her front door.

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Randy glanced across at his partner as John opened the car door and slid in beside him, slamming the car door shut before turning and staring up at his closed front door. "How did Janey take the news?" Randy asked softly, breaking the silence between them as he turned the key and started the car.

"Not good." John sighed as he turned back to stare out the front windshield as Randy eased the car out into the light traffic and pulled away from his home.

Randy nodded as he cast another quick glance in the mirror at his partner, "Did she confirm that Sammy and Tommy were at home when Danny was shot this afternoon?"

"Yeah, she said they were playing on their bikes out in the street." John murmured distractedly as he turned his head to read the registration of a parked car they were passing, disappointed that the registration did not match the registration of a stolen car they were on the look-out for that had been used in a string of armed robberies before returning his attention back to the traffic ahead, "She said they never went further than the corner."

"Janey's sure they stayed in the street? I mean it was when the soapies were on TV, and if she is like Wendy, once they start, well the world around them seems to just disappear…" Randy asked as he slowed down to check for traffic at a crossroad before driving through.

"Yeah, she sure. And both boys told me that they never left the street when they were playing on their bikes," John replied, his heart began to race as he slowly turned and faced his partner, asking tentatively, "Why?"

"It's just that one of the mothers of one of the boys I interviewed thought she saw Sammy and Tommy riding their bikes near Hotel Street today about the time of Danny's shooting. They were headed back in the direction of your house. She said the reason why she noticed them was because they kept looking over their shoulders back in the direction of Hotel Street and were riding like the devil was chasing after them." John answered, forcing himself to keep his attention on the road as he noticed John's tension rising. Shrugging nonchalantly, he added, "But she couldn't say for certain it was the two boys, all she best she could do was give me a general description of the two boys she saw. And you said that Janey confirmed Sammy and Tommy were at home with her at the time of the shooting."

"Yeah, she did." John nodded a little too fast before he swallowed down the hot bile that was burning the back of his throat as he silently prayed that his partner would dismiss the mother's report that Sammy and Tommy were the two boys she had seen because of her uncertain and general description.

"As I said in the squad room, the descriptions of the two boys we have been given so far could fit any one of hundreds of boys that age in this city alone." Randy tried to reassure his partner as he cast a quick surreptitious side-ward glance at his partner's pale, anxious face.

"Yeah," John agreed again, weakly, turning back to stare out of the car's side window, as he tried hard to stop himself from shaking.

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Lifting his hand to knock, Steve's hand froze in the air as the door suddenly opened and the young woman, he had seen in Henderson's photograph, stood nervously in front of him. Smiling his most disarming smile, he showed her his ID and asked, "Miss Rankin?"

She nodded woodenly, fear evident in her eyes as she answered, "Yes, can I help you?"

"I'm Commander Steve McGarrett, Five 0," tilting his head towards Chin, he continued, "and this is Lieutenant Chin Ho Kelly. We would like to talk to you about Tony Henderson. May we come in?"

"I…I haven't seen Tony in months." Jenny stammered, scared that they could hear how loudly her heart was beating.

"We know that, Miss Rankin," Steve smiled reassuringly as he slipped his ID back into his pocket, "but we are hoping that maybe you may be able to help us find him by answering a couple of questions for us. I promise it won't take long."

Biting her bottom lip, Jenny was unable to think of any plausible excuse to stop them from coming in. She reluctantly nodded and slowly stepped aside, glancing over their shoulders at her closed bedroom door as Steve and Chin stepped inside. Turning, she closed the door firmly behind them.

Holding the gun up next to his chest, ready to use if he needed to, Tony Henderson watched through the small, slivered opening of the bedroom door that he had left slightly ajar, as Jenny stepped aside, and the Five O two cops entered the small living room. The grip on his gun tightened as McGarrett looked around, the Commander's eyes lingering a few seconds on the bedroom door, before McGarrett finally returned his attention back towards Jenny as she closed the front door and turned towards him.

"I don't understand how I can be any help to you," Jenny 's voice trembled slightly as she turned and faced the two Five 0 officers, not moving away from the door nor inviting them any further into the room. "I've already told you that I haven't seen Tony in months. I don't even know why you are looking for him or, even, what's it to do with me!"

"We believe that Henderson is responsible for the shooting of a Five 0 detective this afternoon," Steve began to explain.

"The police officer who was shot in the head?" Jenny gasped, her eyes wide in feigned surprise before she added, quickly, "It's all over the news. They said that the officer was shot while trying to make an arrest …" Steve nodded silently, watching her closely as she slowly looked down and shook her head before she suddenly snapped her head back up to look at him as she asked timidly, "Tony wasn't the suspect he was trying to arrest, was he?"

"I'm afraid so," Steve answered gently.

"Ohh, my God!" Jenny stared at Steve before she dropped her voice to just above a frightened whisper as she brought her hand up to her chest, "Did … did the officer died?"

"No, Detective Williams is still alive but he's condition is critical," Steve replied, "but we could use your help in finding Henderson. We need to find him, fast, before anyone else is hurt."

Jenny swallowed hard, trying to stop her voice from cracking before she spoke again, she was unable to look either officer in the eye as she shrugged, "Look, I'm sorry, but I don't know how you found me or just how much help you thought I could be, but I'm afraid that you are wasting your time talking to me when you could be out there looking for Tony! The only thing I can tell you is the last time I saw that bastard was a few months ago when he put me in the hospital. After that, I told him we were through and I never wanted to see or hear from him again, and I haven't."

"We are hoping that you may know some of his friends, someone who he might turn to when he is in trouble or maybe somewhere where he feels safe, and he would go to lay low for a few days?" Chin asked, shooting a quick look at Steve as the young woman grew more agitated.

Casting another quick nervous glance over Steve's shoulder towards the bedroom door, Jenny shook her head hard as she saw the door open a little wider and saw the glint of Tony's gun as the light from the living room reflected off the metal of the barrel as it was aimed at the two officers' backs. Fearful of what was about to happen if she didn't get the two officers out of the house, fast. "Look, I…I swear, I don't know any of Tony's friends or even where Tony is or where he would even go, and I don't want to know…" She opened the door and quickly stepped aside as her eyes drifted back to the barrel of the gun now clearly seen in the doorway as she stammered, her heart thumping painfully in her chest as she rushed on, "Now please, … you … you really have to leave now. I was just about to get ready for work and I'm already late and I really can't afford to lose this job. But, I promise, if I hear from Tony or find out where he is, you will be the first to know."

"Thank you," Steve smiled, casting a last surreptitious look at the half-eaten plate of spaghetti and the bottle of beer sitting next to it on the small coffee table in front of the TV before he noticed some movement behind the slightly ajar bedroom door. Looking across at Chin, he tilted his head towards the door in a silent command to that they should leave, resisting the urge to look back as the door closed behind them and they walked down the stairs.

"She's scared," Chin said as they reached Steve's truck.

"She has a good reason to be," Steve agreed, glancing across the top of the truck at the closed front door before he opened the truck door and slid inside.

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Turning around, after closing the door, Jenny leaned back against it, wrapping her arms around herself as she tried to stop herself from shaking. She held her breath as she watched the bedroom door fling open before Tony emerged and hurried across to the window, parting the curtains just enough to watch the two cops climb into their truck and drive away.

"Are they gone?" she whispered fearfully.

"Yeah, they're gone," Tony nodded, watching the taillights of the car disappear from view around the corner, before releasing the curtains and allowing them to fall back into place. "But they will be back." he growled, nervously wiping his lips with the back of the hand that still clutched the gun before he suddenly turned and hurried across to her. "And when they do, we won't be here!" he hissed as he roughly grabbed her arm and dragged her across to the table, snatching up her handbag and car keys before he turned and dragged her back to the front door. "Because I'm getting out of here, and you're coming with me!" he told her as he opened the door, ignoring her soft pleas to let her go as he forced her out of the house in front of him.