Chapter 4: When the Dead Come to Life

Task Force Headquarters

"So how do you know Steve?" the new recruit, Chin Ho Kelly, asked Alexandra in the team's new headquarters.

Alexandra, who was seated at a table drumming her fingers, looked up to see the native Hawaiian man hovering around her, along with Danny. From the four team members, Chin was the oldest and had hair as dark as ink. He wore a Hawaiian shirt, a light blue one that hid a lean torso.

"Yeah, how do you know that crazy son of a-"

" Brah," Chin stopped Danny before anything vulgar was said.

"He knew my brother," Alexandra replied hoping that she wouldn't have to answer any more trivia questions the two men had for her.

"Knew ? They hate each other or something now?" Danny inquired, most likely without realizing he said something until after he finished his question.

Alexandra sighed as her eyes darted towards Steve's office, where he was talking to someone over the phone, probably the governor. His door was closed which meant there wasn't a chance he would hear Alexandra tell Danny and Chin how betrayed by Steve her brother felt. Alexandra couldn't do it though, she couldn't think of her brother because that would lead to thinking of how Max died, how she let him die. It wasn't only that… she was beginning to feel something towards Steve.

"No, um," she paused. "They just lost touch."

"G.I Joe probably got him shot," Danny mumbled under his breath as Steve flung his door open and rushed over to the trio.

"Okay, sorry about that," Steve apologized.

"Oh!" Danny shouted. "So, for making us wait, you can apologize without anyone forcing you to, but for getting me shot, which hurts like hell, it takes a miracle?"

Steve ignored Danny's remark and put down a picture of a Samoan man with long hair.

"Thanks to Chin's cousin I was able to come up with this guy," Steve informed tapping the photo. "Sang Min, a Snakehead facilitator who's helping Hesse escape the island."

As Steve was explaining who Sang Min was, Alexandra looked at Chin. The gift shop Steve asked to stop at was where Chin worked at up until now. He was once a cop, but when money went missing from a forfeiture locker everyone pointed their finger at Chin because he was the investigating officer. He was forced to give up his badge and hand in his gun. When she heard his story, Alexandra thought of how she would have been able to help him if she had been here. She would have been able to use what the CIA has taught her to use and free a man enslaved by a bad public image.

"What do you think, Alexandra?" Danny asked pulling Alexandra out of her thoughts.

She glanced at him, trying to figure out what his question was about.

"I'm sorry, I zoned out for a minute," she finally replied.

"We want to catch Sang Min and get him to tell us where Hesse is hiding," Chin explained. "We want to go undercover, but the thing is he'll know if any of us are cops, or SEAL."

It finally dawned on Alexandra that they wanted her to go in to squeeze Sang Min. The idea did sound appealing to her, but what would they all think if she did remarkably well? Steve, who might have had some affiliation to the CIA, probably would start to think she's more than a nurse. On the other hand, it also wouldn't look good if she denied an assignment.

"I'll do it," Alexandra agreed.

"No!" Steve cut in. "I don't know if you know how to shoot a gun, much less deal with a situation like this! I'm not letting you get hurt!"

Alexandra's mouth dropped open; Steve McGarrett didn't want her to get hurt? Suddenly her heart was beginning to beat faster and there was a weird tugging feeling in her stomach. She was pretty sure her face was beet red, but she didn't even want to think about that.

Pull yourself together!

"I could just, um," she stammered.

Just use words, communicate with these people, she urged herself.

"Actually, Steve, there is someone else," Chin brought up.

"Great, let's meet him," Steve approved pointing towards the door with a slight smile on his face.

The grin on Steve's face made Alexandra wonder if he noticed her fervent blushing or if he was just happy about Chin's solution.

"Alexandra, come on!" Danny shouted making her jump out of her seat and run after the trio.

Task Force Headquarters

As he led his team outside, Steve couldn't help but smile at how pink Alexandra turned a few minutes earlier. He didn't know why she became so embarrassed, but at that moment she looked so, so …beautiful.

When he stepped outside, the bright sun hit his eyes unmercifully causing him to squint. He could hear everyone behind him; Danny complaining about his injury while Chin explained that it would heal soon. Steve didn't hear, however, Alexandra joining in at all. He felt terrible for putting her in a spot like this; she was always on the quiet side and had a hard time talking to people she didn't know.

"Commander McGarrett?" a bald man with sunglasses, dress pants and a dress shirt stopped Steve.

"Yeah?" Steve questioned recognizing the man from somewhere.

"Special Agent David Harris, FBI," the man introduced himself pulling out an expensive looking, leather wallet and flipping it open, so quickly that Steve only caught a glimpse of the gold badge . "Can I have a word with Alexandra?"

Steve glanced back at her, but she shrugged her shoulders.

"Concerning what?" Steve asked.

What was going on? Why was Alexandra, a nurse, exchanging words with the FBI? Something didn't seem right to Steve, it seemed suspect.

"Uh, Steve, you guys go on to meet the recruit. I'll have a word with our new friend," Alexandra said.

Steve hesitated, but finally relented after the agent tapped Steve's arm and started making his way toward the building with Alexandra following closely behind. As the two were walking inside Steve noticed Alexandra slipping Harris's leather wallet in her back pocket.

"Your girl in trouble?" Danny asked.

"I hope not," Steve replied worried that Alexandra was fighting against some entity, alone.

Task Force Headquarters

Alexandra found herself sitting at headquarters, but this time instead of Danny and Chin playing twenty questions with her, Agent Harris was going on about how she violated some law. Except he wasn't Special Agent David Harris, he was someone else pretending to be an FBI agent. She figured that part out when he flashed a fake badge to Steve; it was a chunk of gold shaped like a badge, but it had no inscription on it.

She managed to piece this all together when, earlier, she excused herself to the bathroom, where she rummaged through his wallet which she pickpocketed. Alexandra discovered, from a letter that was folded many times and written in Russian that he was really David Vlotkovsky, a former agent for Russian Intel who went missing years ago. Alexandra has only heard stories of him, that he was killed by his employers and that it was a part of a cover up. In addition to the letter, though, she found an old ID (why he kept something so suspect on his person was beyond her reasoning).

"Look, I didn't violate anything!" Alexandra defended herself trying to play along.

"It sure looks like you're planning something," Vlotkovsky countered.

"Well I'm not," Alexandra assured the stubborn agent.

"Then why aren't you in D.C? Why are you working in here!"

This question she actually thought about. Why was she here? She should be following orders and boarding a plane to some country in Africa, but she wasn't. She knew the answer just as she asked herself the question – Steve.

"Why, Agent Sarna?" Vlotkovsky repeated himself.

She looked up at him, "I-I miss my family."

"Agent Sarna, while I may not know you personally, I've seen your file," Vlotkovsky revealed, probably lying.

"A file isn't me," Alexandra interjected, restraining herself from rolling her eyes.

"True, but it does show that you've never taken a break, Alexandra. Why all of a sudden do you need one now?" Harris pried making her realize that he did sneak a peek at her file.

Usually when an enemy knew more about her, Alexandra would try to escape, but this was different. Steve and the others would come back to Vlotkovsky. If the rumors she heard from the older agents, then they were coming back to someone who knew how to kill a person in ways she didn't even want to imagine.

She stood up glancing at the clock, thirty minutes passed since the others left to find the other guy. She prayed that she would be able to stall Vlotkovsky long enough for them to come back. Her escape route in having everyone come out alive from this encounter was to reveal Vlotkovsky to the team, which would also make her expose herself.

All of a sudden a blaring noise filled Alexandra's ears, it was the fire alarm. She closed her eyes and thanked God that it went off when it did. She didn't understand why a rogue agent, who was thought to be dead, was after her, but she just wanted to be as far away from him as possible… for now.

"I'll catch you later, Harris," she laughed as she walked towards the door, making sure that Vlotkovsky was too.

Task Force Parking Lot

Alexandra was leaning against someone's car, smoking a cigarette as people ran outside to one another, trying to figure out why the fire alarm went off. She didn't care why the alarm went off as long as it made the rogue agent drive away in a car that he most likely stole.

Alexandra turned her head to her right and saw Steve walking towards her.

"What happened?" he asked when he reached her.

"Fire alarm went off," she explained trying to not blow smoke in his face. "Where's everyone else? I wanted to meet the new guy."

"The guy turned out to be Chin's cousin, Kono Kalakaua," Steve revealed, but the name seemed familiar to Alexandra.

"Kono Kalakaua?" Alexandra repeated.

"Yeah, she used to be a surfer-"

"No, no, I know that," she interrupted Steve. "She was a legend among the girls in my class."

"You two were in the same class?" Steve asked.

"She was a sophomore when I was a freshman at Kukui. I can't believe she's going to work here, she's a cop?"Alexandra questioned excitedly.

"She's a rookie, but she decked a guy who stole her wave," Steve laughed. "Look I was hoping to talk to you on a more serious note."

Alexandra immediately knew what this was about, Vlotkovsky.

"The Fed?" she suggested quietly.

"Are you in trouble?" he asked.

"No," she answered. "I-I"

How she wanted to tell him the truth, nothing would have brought her more pleasure. She wanted to come clean so that she wouldn't have to lie, but fear was stopping her.

"What is it?" he kindly requested.

"I-"

Alexandra's phone started to ring just as she was going to tell him the truth. She dug the annoying piece of technology out of her pocket and saw on the caller ID her brother's name.

"Oh, dang it!"

"What?" Steve asked.

"I forgot my brother wanted me to come over, but the Mustang is in my garage because you picked me up today," Alexandra told Steve. "So I can't get there anytime soon."

"I can drop you off over there, if you want," he offered giving her one of his heart melting smiles.

"In that case, I feel that you have to join us for supper," Alexandra offered, hoping with her entire heart that he would accept the invitation.

"I could eat," he nodded his head, unknowingly making Alexandra, probably, the happiest woman on earth. "Only if you tell me what's going on, why are there guys in suits watching your house and coming here."

"Did the Navy teach you how to present a girl with ultimatums?" she questioned, trying to keep a quipping tone.

"No, but I did learn how to ask a girl out to dinner," Steve proposed making Alexandra's heart beat fast, again. "Friday night and you could tell me what's going on?"

"Um-"

"No? Then just forget I asked-"

She was shocked. How could Steve McGarrett think that she didn't want to go to dinner with him?

"Steve, I wasn't going to say no," she blurted out after a second of an awkward silence.

"I knew that," he shrugged off with a grin.

"Really?" Alexandra smirked, doing everything she could do in her power to not faint.

"Well, Nurse Sarna, what can I say?" Steve smirked as a wave of guilt swept over Alexandra.

He still thought she was a nurse and she was letting him think that. She couldn't wait to admit everything on Friday, that way there wouldn't be any more lies and Alexandra would have a clear conscience. Maybe, just maybe, Steve would still want a second date?

"We aren't being paid to sit around this island and not do anything," Vlotkovsky defended himself. He stood in a filthy basement, helping a terrorist set up her torture chamber.

"Well you lost your wallet and Alexandra isn't an idiot. She probably pickpocketed it," the dark haired woman angrily shouted.

"Then she only knows who I am, not what I'm here for," Vlotkovsky argued. "I have no documents in there linking you to me!"

"She'll still know that you're here, she's heard stories about you and she's going to do everything to protect herself from you!"

"You seem to know a lot about your target, Odette."

"They used to be best friends," the thin Irish man named Declan interpolated.

Vlotkovsky looked at the woman named Odette with disgust. He had not known this earlier when she approached him in Moscow with the offer. He may have been a filthy, murderous assassin, but he still valued virtues such as friendship and love. This woman killing her best friend sickened him.

"As much as I appreciate the offer, how can you do this to your best friend?"

"Money is worth more than her," Odette sneered. " She won't get me to Marseilles with papa."

"Your mother must be so proud," Vlotkovsky remarked.

"Her mother is dead," a raspy male voice with a French accent observed. "As for me, I'm not her real father, but a stepfather. Jacques Francois, a pleasure to finally meet you David Vlotkovsky."

Vlotkovsky stared at the man who was descending the stairs. He was as old as Vlotkovsky, but had gray hair and wore an expensive suit. Vlotkovsky felt dread consume him. What had he gotten himself into?

Sorry that I haven't been on lately guys, school is school, but I did get this chapter done! I hope you all enjoyed it and I am starting Chapter 5 right now so that I can have it done before break is over. Let me know what you think and I want all types of reviews, harsh, critical, good, awesome! I need to know how I'm doing! :)