AN: Thank you to all those who read my chapters so far. This chapter and others that will follow are inspired by the "Streets of San Francisco" Season 2 episode, titled, "Commitment".

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Chapter 14

General Hospital, Potrero Avenue, San Francisco, 1972

A soft knock on the door brought McGarrett out of his reverie. Clearing his throat, he turned to see who had entered the room. A nurse poked her head around the door frame and said in a timid voice, "Mr McGarrett? I'm sorry to disturb you, but there's a phone call for you, sir."

"Thank you." The detective croaked.

"You can take it at the receptionist's desk." Smiling, the nurse bowed her head and disappeared.

McGarrett took one last, long look at his injured detective lying helplessly on the bed before leaving him to sleep. He made his way to the empty reception desk and picked up the phone. "McGarrett."

"Steve. It's Chin. How's Danny?" the caller on the other line asked.

"Serious, Chin. He's still in ICU. A neurologist was brought in this morning to run some tests. There's a possibility Danny sustained brain damage from a heavy blow to the head with an object of some kind. He has amnesia." McGarrett took several deep breaths and pulled himself together as he relayed Danny's condition to the detective on the other line.

"Amnesia?"

"Yeah. He can't remember who he is, who I am or anything about Five-O."McGarrett continued.

"How long will it last, Steve?"

"The doctors don't know. It could be permanent, depending on the severity of his physical injuries."

"Does his Aunt Clara know?"

"No. Although Danny doesn't remember who she is, he requested that I not inform her. To be honest, I don't think he'd be able to withstand the emotional stress if she did come along to see him."

"Good call, Steve."Chin replied approvingly.

"I hope so, Chin. I hope so. Is everything okay at the fort?" McGarrett changed the subject and rubbed the sleep from his sore eyes.

"Yeah. The governor had to go to Maui for a few days. Kono and I have been working over-time to put some cases to bed. Apart from that, nothing for you to worry about. It sounds like you have enough on your plate. I'm so sorry to hear about Danny. I hope you get whoever is responsible! Is there anything we can do, Steve?" Chin's own voice betrayed his feelings of deep concern for his colleague and friend.

"Yeah, Chin. Pray."

…..

SFPD, Bureau of Inspectors, 850 Bryant Street, San Francisco, 1972

Steve Keller sat at his desk consumed in his paperwork when hurried footsteps approached him from behind. "Let's go to my office." Stone passed his partner's desk and continued to his office. Keller reacted at once and followed the senior Lieutenant.

"Close the door, will you." Stone instructed as he shook out of his coat and hung it on the stand, then sat behind his desk.

"What's going on, Mike? Did you see Cardenas?" Keller began his barrage of questions even before he sat himself down in front of his partner.

"Yeah, I saw him. He's a crook. A stinking crook!" Stone replied disgustedly.

"What? No way!" Keller's eyes widened in disbelief.

"Yes way, buddy boy! You know what else? We can't touch him! Not unless we can prove beyond a reason of a doubt that he is connected to both Johnny Barker and Sean Tate and at least one of the murders. So far, all we have is a piece of paper with an imprint of Cardenas's telephone number and the words Wilcox = Williams on it."

"I just can't believe it! One of our own, Mike?" Keller said incredulously.

"Oh and another thing, Cardenas knows who Williams is. He's the leak that put that detective in the hospital, I'm sure of it!"

"So what do we do?" inquired the young Inspector.

"I made Cardenas believe Williams is talking to us right now!" Stone replied.

"Wouldn't that put Williams in more danger?"

"That's right. If we can make Cardenas, Tate and whoever else is involved think Williams can give us the information we need to put them away, they'll panic. They will try to silence our young friend and in doing so, they will make mistakes. We'll be there to pick up the pieces they leave behind. Here's what I need you to do. Go home, get some sleep then meet me in a few hours at the hospital. I need you to stand guard in Williams' room tonight. Not by his door. I want you inside. There's a blind spot where you can sit in the room without being seen from the window at the door. I'm removing the guards outside his room to make it look more inviting. Don't worry, McGarrett and I will be positioned in the rooms on either side of Williams." Stone instructed his partner who sat listening intently to every word.

"Got it, Mike." Standing up, Keller turned to leave the office.

"I'll call you around seven." Stone called out before Keller opened the door, as he glanced at his watch.

"Right." Keller responded then opened the door and left the office.

…..

Kajukenbo Dojo, Pine Street, San Francisco, 1972

Cardenas's face reddened as he marched right up to the Kajukenbo sijo. "Your boy slipped, Tate! When you got Barker to call me for the information on Williams, he wrote it all down, including my number! The cops know. It's all over for me and for you!"

"Relax. All they have is a phone number which can be obtained in many different ways for various reasons. They have nothing on you so quit hollering!" Tate rounded on the Latino man.

"That's not all of it! Williams is awake and he's talking!"

Tate swore out loud and wheeled around, slamming his fist into the punching bag with such force, it swung like a pendulum. Breathing heavily, the martial arts instructor turned around and glared at Cardenas. "You know what your next job is, now, don't you?"

"No! No way, man! I can't take him out. I'm not going to jail for murder!" Cardenas shot back, heatedly.

"You'll go to jail if that kid cop talks! Remember Larsen?" Tate's eyes flashed dangerously.

"Are you threatening me?"

"No, I'm giving you the cold, hard facts! The Snakes killed Barker, because you pulled the trigger on one of their own, Larsen, when he followed you. You're already up for a murder charge. Barker was my best student! You owe him his life." Tate snapped, threateningly.

"Williams is guarded!"

"Not my problem. You're still wearing a badge aren't you? Use it!" Tate strode over to Cardenas and stood a foot apart from him.

"How am I supposed to make it look like Williams had an accident huh?" Cardenas shot back.

"Use your imagination. You're a cop. You've seen enough murders out there to work out the best methods. You got away with Larsen's so far. I don't care how you do it, just get it done!" Tate ordered menacingly, grabbing a handful of Cardenas's collar and bringing him up close to his face before pushing him away again.