Chapter 8

"You're kidding right?! Jerry, there's nothing here! You must have given us the wrong location!" I shouted over the communications system.

I could hear Jerry grumble and then speak up, "Steve, I swear to you, the warehouse is the only thing that is remotely close to the cell tower that Susan's phone pinged off of. Maybe you're head's just not in it-"

"You want to finish that sentence buddy?" I found the threat easily slipping off of my tongue.

"Whoa, seize fire. Jerry, just give us the coordinates one more time?" Danny spoke calmly.

"Fine." Jerry sighed and spouted off the coordinates I found on my phone's GPS. I let out a frustrated noise and Danny met my stare.

"Thanks, Jerry. You were right. The team is just going to dig a little deeper into the warehouse. We'll let you know if we find anything." With that we both shut off our comms.

I raised my gun and started towards the seemingly empty hallway. Danny and I currently were located in what seems to be the warehouse's old work room. It was open and held miscellaneous junk that had sat in here for years. Chin and Kono we're searching the outside perimeter for anything.

"Steve, Jerry was right." I gave Danny a challenging glare, "Your head's not in the right place. Which is completely understandable, but maybe you should sit this one out?"

"I know, for a fact, that you did not just suggest I sit out on the search for my own daughter. A friend wouldn't do that. I wouldn't do that if it was Grace we were trying to find." I continued down the hallway, "My head is in it, Danny. We're only wasting time here though. They aren't here."

I heard Danny's tentative steps behind me and for a while it was silent. "You're right." He said, "You would never ask me to sit this out if it were Grace. I'm sorry. You're also wrong though. This isn't wasting time. They left something behind and we're going to find it."

I nodded my head just as we came to a door. I would have missed it had I kept going. The only reason I noticed it was because of the piece of plaid fabric stuck to the hinge. It must have torn off of someone's shirt. "I've got a door." I whispered.

"What are you talking about? There's nothing here, Steve. It's just more concrete." I pointed at the small hinges and Danny's face showed the signs of realization.

I felt around for any sort of handle. My fingers grazed across the inner edge until they felt a small circular cut out. I pulled on it and the door slid into the surrounding wall. I don't know what I thought I would find upon opening the door, but I sure wasn't thinking it would be what I currently stood in front of.

It was a twelve by twelve concrete room. Pictures scattered the walls and everything was connected by a thin red string. Documents upon documents were strewn across the floor and I stepped closer.

I couldn't even hear Danny breathing as I looked at the photos on the wall. Each and everyone centered around Jessa. Starting from the time she was out of the Wright's custody and ending in just before she went to the group home. Newspaper articles were strung up with the photos.

"What the-" Danny began.

"She's been plotting this since the beginning. Her and her brother have been scheming all this time and she is finishing it. Jessa was right and I didn't listen to her."

"Hey, Steve. Look at this." I turned to see Danny squatting near one of the back corners, clearly examining something.

I stalked over and found lots of brown hair. "I bet you anything that's Jessa's. They were here." We bagged the hair just as Chin and Kono walked in.

"Holy cow." Kono gasped.

"Kono, Chin, you guys stay here and get all of this. I've gotta run this over to the lab. Let us know if you find anything." I didn't give them time to answer as I walked out of the room.

"Not a complete dead end, right?" Danny questioned.

I sighed, "Not completely, but it's still not enough."

The pounding in my head was becoming all to familiar and I groaned. I was lying on something cold and metal. My ear was firmly pressed against it and I could hear rushing air. I was moving, that much I knew for sure. I forced my eyes to open, but I could barely see a thing. Save for the light coming through small slots above me, it was completely pitch black.

I attempted to sit up, but pain courses through my side and the memories came rushing back to me. Susan had dragged me out of the group home, but before that she threw me into the corner of my desk. I let my hand carefully probe my side and my breath hitched in my throat.

It had to be completely bruised. From the top of my rib cage to the bottom of my hip. I carefully pushed myself up into a sitting position, ignoring the pain this time. I slid back until I came into contact with a solid wall and I let my head rest against it. My breathing was heavy as if I had just got done running a marathon.

I needed to rest before I attempted to figure out where I was. It would do me no good if I couldn't control my breathing. For a second, I began to feel claustrophobic. The darkness that enveloped me and not being able to know where I was took over. I felt myself slipping into a panic attack, but this time I didn't have anyone with me that could help.

I tried to remember what Dad had told me to do. Four breaths in, four breaths out, five breaths in, five breaths out, and so on. I could do this.

I took a deep breath in, "One, two, three, four," and I exhaled, "one, two, three, four." I continued on until I felt the panic attack slipping away. It took me until fifteen counts, but I managed to do it by myself.

I forced myself to stand up. While I couldn't exactly depend on my legs to keep me in an upright position, I leant against the wall for support. I slowly made my way along the wall; one hand on it for support and the other out in front of me so I could tell when I hit another wall. I continued for about eleven yards before I felt another solid wall.

A patch of light was directly on it and I found that it wasn't a wall, but the door to a semi-trailer. I was locked away in the back of a semi truck. I collapsed back to the floor of the trailer and let out a frustrated sigh.

From what I can tell, it's just me back here. That's good, it means I can try to figure out a way to escape without being seen. I racked my brain of any knowledge I had on semi trucks. I know that some of them have a panel in the trailer that you can lift to get to the underside of it. If I could find that I could potentially escape through it.

The only problem is, if the semi were to still be in motion, I would potentially die. I needed to figure out how to get in touch with Steve. I felt the familiar weight of my bracelet on me and a crazy idea came to my mind.

If I held the sun down for a longer amount of time it would send a longer burst and if I held it down for a short amount of time it would send a short burst. Morse code.

I took a deep breath and pressed it three short times, indicating an s. Then I let a long pause before pressing it one more short time indicating an e. Another long pause followed before I pressed it for two long bursts, meaning an m. Finally, two short bursts to indicate an i.

The Morse code coupled with the bracelet pinging my location should let them know where I was at. At least I hoped it would.

"What in the world?" I exclaimed as I made my way into the common area of the Five-O headquarters.

"It looks like we're getting more panic calls from Jessa." Jerry stated as he furiously typed on the keypad, "I don't understand. She keeps sending them out in weird spurts."

I raised an eyebrow, but before I could question him, Danny asked, "Weird spurts?"

Jerry nodded and then the panic sound came again. Three short panics, a pause, one short panic, a pause, two long panics, a pause, and two short panics. The pattern continued. "It's Morse code. She's using Morse code. Three short panics is an S, one short panic is an e, two long panics is an m, and two short panics is an i. Semi. Jerry, where are the panics coming from?"

"Highway 85." He said.

"Jessa is telling us that she's in a semi. She's in a semi on Highway 85. Jerry, I need you to pull up the closest satellite and see if you can't run a heat signature on the semis on Highway 85. She has to be in one of them." I gripped the edge of the table until my knuckles turned white, "We're coming, Jes. We're coming."

Wow, it has been months since I updated and I am so terribly sorry. School has kept me utterly busy and I just never found the time. I promise my stories will come back in full swing soon! I hope you enjoyed this update and let me know if you want me to continue the Jessa McGarrett storyline! I love hearing from you all! Even when I take an unexpected hiatus! :)

Soon again, I promise!

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