You guys are AWESOME. Thanks so much for coming along with Mari, ilna and me on this new adventure in the REAL 've all been so great I'm giving you another long chapter today. Luckily I added 6 pages to the final chapter as well so it should all come out even in the end.

Obsession

McGarrett/Rollins House

Saturday 11:05 A.M.

Catherine tried not to get her hopes up that this new information might help them find Fitzsimmons and allow her to get her life back to normal, without constantly having someone with her for protection, but she couldn't help feeling optimistic. The anticipation she'd heard in Steve's voice over the phone, the hope he had that this lead might actually get them close to finding the man who'd been stalking her, was hard to ignore. She glanced at her watch. If this all worked out the way she hoped she was going to suggest they have everyone over for a celebratory barbecue.

"Hopefully Steve and Danny will have some good news for us soon," she said to Abbey, feeling lighter than she had since she first saw the pictures of the back room in Fitzsimmons' apartment. "Would you like a cup of tea while we wait?"

"Sure, sounds great. Do you need any help?"

"No, I got it. You can stay here and relax. I'll be right in the next room."

Catherine went into the kitchen, put the kettle on the stove, pulled two mugs from the cupboard and set about making the tea.

"If we haven't heard from Steve by the time we're done with our tea we can head back to the office and meet them there," she called to Abbey.

"Whatever you want," came the reply from the living room.

As Catherine opened the refrigerator to get milk for the tea she sensed movement behind her.

"Oh, Abbey, you startled me," she said as she turned towards the noise. "Do you take honey or lemon in … "

In a split second Abbey covered her mouth with a chloroform soaked rag and everything in Catherine's world went black.

McGarrett/Rollins House

Saturday 11:35 A.M.

Steve sped up to the house, lights and sirens going, threw the car in park, cut the engine and jumped out. Danny was out of the passenger's side equally as quickly. The first thing they saw was Officer Jackson, Abbey's partner, being loaded into an ambulance with a large chest wound. They could tell by the frantic way the paramedics were working that the fallen officer was in bad shape. They dodged the medical team, not wanting to interfere with their work in any way, and headed up the sidewalk as the rain poured down.

Steve tore through the front door, Danny on his heels and stopped short when he found Chin descending the stairs with a grim look on his face.

Chin had rushed to the house immediately after getting the call from Danny, praying the whole way that he would be in time to help Catherine. As he drove his mind flashed back to the many times he'd seen her fight her way out of a bad situation. But at the same time he couldn't get the images of the three mangled bodies in the warehouse out of his head. He prayed he didn't find a similar scene at Steve and Catherine's house.

He arrived at virtually the same time as the paramedics, who had also been summoned by Danny just in case. As he jumped out of his car he was joined by several HPD officers who had arrived as back up. He entered the house, frantically calling Catherine's name, hoping he'd hear her call back.

But he was met with silence.

They checked every room.

The house was empty.

Chin held tight to the things he knew for certain about Catherine. She was smart and she was strong and she was mentally tough. She would do everything possible to keep herself alive until the team had a chance to find her. He dreaded breaking the news to Steve but he breathed a sigh of relief that at least there was still hope that she was out there somewhere.

"Tell me," Steve demanded.

"There's no sign of either Abbey or Catherine."

"Dammit," Steve snapped. His fists clenched and he wanted nothing more than to punch something, even if was just a wall. But the voice inside his head, the one honed by years of relentless training, was screaming for him to focus. That losing it now was the worst thing he could do. That he had to stay calm to help Catherine. "Any signs of a struggle?"

"There's blood on the kitchen floor," Chin replied.

Steve's breath caught in his throat.

"No, Steve, listen, "Chin said. "There's a broken coffee mug too with blood on one of the pieces. Looks like that may be the source of the injury. CSU took a sample. I told them to rush the results. Other than that … nothing unusual."

Steve walked quickly to the kitchen, eyes scanning for anything out of place on his way and finding nothing. As he cleared the doorway his gaze landed immediately on a small pool of blood on the floor in front of the refrigerator. Chin was right; there wasn't enough there to be from any kind of catastrophic wound like a gun shot or a knife.

He was grateful for that much at least.

"Catherine's phone was on the counter," Chin held it up, "and her purse is on the table. Her keys are gone as is her car."

"Get out an ABP." Steve's mind was whirling but he knew there were certain things that needed to be done immediately. He needed every available eyeball on the island searching for Catherine and her car.

"Already done," Chin assured him. "Every officer on the island is looking for them, Steve."

"Helicopters?"

"They'll be in the air as soon as the weather breaks."

"Catherine's car should be easy to spot."

"I put a description out with the APB."

"I'll get you a picture of the car to circulate."

"That's a good idea," Danny jumped in. "What about the news stations. We need to get a picture of Catherine, the car, and Abbey out as soon as possible."

"I'll call them." Chin said. "But they're gonna want details about why … "

"Tell them to be at HQ in 30 minutes. I'll do the press conference myself."

"Are you sure, Steve?" Danny asked. "I know how you hate dealing with the press … "

"That's when they're asking about stupid things like being Oahu's Most Eligible Bachelor. This is different. I'll answer every one of their stupid questions if it means we can get the information out and find Catherine sooner."

Danny and Chin exchanged questioning looks. They knew that putting Steve in front of the cameras in his current emotional state was a gamble. But then again, maybe it was just what they needed to capture the public's attention and make sure all eyes were on the lookout for Catherine.

Danny nodded.

"I'll set it up," Chin said as he pulled out his phone and moved towards the back of the house.

"Dammit," Steve banged his hand on the wall.

"We'll find her, Steve." Danny said confidently. "But right now you can't lose your cool. Catherine needs you focused here."

"You're right. I need to know everything there is to know about Abbey Barnes." Steve switched into laser focused investigative mode. "Everything."

"I'll call Duke and have him pull every piece of info they have on her."

"I want her psych evals from the academy, her phone records, credit card records, school records. I want everything, Danny."

Steve breathed deeply through his mouth in an effort to keep his composure. His eyes shifted back towards the kitchen as he tried to keep his mind from spinning out scenarios of what might have happened.

"Steve," Danny touched his partner's arm. "There's nothing you can do here. Let's go ... let's get back to the office. I'll make some calls on the way and start getting the information you want. The most important thing now ... we need to concentrate on finding out where they might be."

Wordlessly, Steve turned and headed for the front door.

Danny Williams' Camaro

En route to Five-O HQ

Saturday 12:30 P.M.

How could I not have seen it?" Steve asked for the tenth time since they left the house and headed back to headquarters. He was gripping the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles were turning white. The rain was coming down harder making the roads dangerous.

"None of us saw it, Steve." Danny was trying desperately to keep his partner focused on the present and keep him from wasting time and energy on self-recriminations.

"She was so eager to get involved with Five-O. So eager to have Catherine mentor her. I should have seen something was off there."

"A lot of people are interested in advancing their careers, Steve. And a lot of young women would love to have Catherine help them along."

"Well it'll never happen again," Steve lashed out.

"Listen … I can't even imagine what you're feeling right now …but blaming yourself here … it isn't going to do anyone any good. We need to figure out what's going on and get Catherine back. We can worry about everything else after that."

"It's just … Danny … " Steve's voice dropped to almost a whisper. "I asked Abbey Barnes to work on this case."

"At Catherine's request," Danny reminded him.

"I put her in close proximity to Catherine. Everything I've done over the last few days to keep her safe but then I delivered a monster right to our own door."

"Steve …"

"I thought she would be safe in our own home." Steve's voice cracked slightly. "She should have been able to feel safe in our home."

Danny choked up watching Steve try to keep his own emotions under control. "I know, Steve. But you have to stay positive. We're going to find her."

"We have to Danny. We have to."

Five-O Headquarters

Saturday 2:00 P.M.

Steve stood behind the hastily erected podium in the lobby of Iolani Palace, away from the rain that just wouldn't seem to stop, Danny on one side and the Governor on the other, and laid out the facts as they knew them for the local press. He showed a picture of Catherine, of Abbey, and of Catherine's car. He asked every citizen to be on the lookout and to call if they saw anything the least bit suspicious.

He managed to keep his emotions under control as much as possible but Danny had no doubt that every person watching understood this was more to Commander McGarrett than just a missing officer. That his connection was far more personal than that. He answered a few general questions and promised to keep the press apprised of any new developments.

Immediately after wrapping things up Steve and Danny entered the Five-O suite of offices to find Grover and Chin already standing at the smart table, hard at work.

"What do we know?" Steve said brusquely, wasting no time.

"HPD sent over everything they have on Abbey Barnes." Chin pointed to her service records displayed on the overhead screens. "At first glance there's nothing unusual here."

Grover picked up the story. "She was born on the island. Raised in a two parent household. She was an only child."

"Her parents were killed in a car accident the day she graduated from the Police Academy," Chin said.

"She's single. Has lived in the same apartment for five years. There are no complaints in her HPD file."

"She took the report from Jack Fitzsimmons when he came in to report a burglary. Is there any connection between the two of them?" Steve asked.

"Duke's working on that right now. He's questioning every officer who ever worked with her. That's gonna take a little time."

"We may not have time," Steve said grimly.

"Duke understands what's at stake here, Steve," Chin assured him. "Abbey Barnes is one of his. He wants to help bring her in and get Catherine back safely."

"Phone records?" Danny asked.

"On the way," Grover answered. "Along with credit card records and bank records. The Governor is handling it himself."

"Good," Steve nodded. He stared at the records displayed on the screens hoping something would jump out at him.

"Kono called," Chin said, breaking Steve out of his reverie. "She's on her way back."

Steve nodded. "I appreciate it. Catherine will too."

"Adam said if there's anything at all he can do … "

"I'll let him know."

"Any leads on Jack Fitzsimmons?" Danny asked.

"Still nothing."

"He can't just have disappeared off the face of the earth," Steve said desperately.

"You're right. He can't," Grover said with determination. "My men and I are gonna hit the streets. Call me if you get a lead but in the meantime we're gonna start turning this island inside out."

"Thanks, Lou."

"My pleasure. I owe Catherine for saving Samantha when the bombers invaded her school. It's time for me to pay up."

Rodgers Cabin

Saturday 2:30 P.M.

Abbey pulled the red Cruze around the back of the remote cabin deep in the thick forest. She was lucky that the gravel access road was still passable considering all the rain they'd had over the last week. As it was a trip that would have taken 45 minutes in dry weather had taken over twice that long.

She was grateful that the cabins on this side of the mountain were mostly deserted during the rainy season due to flooding concerns. The less people there were around for her to deal with the better.

Catherine was still unconscious on the back seat due to the effects of the initial dose of chloroform. Her wrists and ankles were shackled with handcuffs but Abbey knew she had to get the former Naval officer restrained with something stronger before she regained consciousness or she would have a problem on her hands.

Catherine was a fighter.

That much Abbey knew for sure.

She jumped out of the car, ran through the raindrops towards the back door on the lower level of the cabin that lead directly into the basement, unlocked it then returned to the car. She yanked open the rear door, pulled Catherine out and dragged her inside by the ankles. The muddy conditions made the footing slightly more treacherous but dragging the body much easier.

Abbey was satisfied with the tradeoff.

She hauled Catherine to the corner of the room and managed to get her hands and feet chained to bolts in the floor, placed there by the homeowner to secure equipment during a flood. She secured the chains with padlocks, the keys to which she dropped in her pocket.

"Abbey, what are you doing? What's going on?" Catherine asked frantically.

"Shhh. Everything's going to be fine."

"What … " Catherine struggled against her restraints.

"It's for your own good, Catherine."

"I don't understand … " Catherine started.

"Stop arguing with me," Abbey's eyes flashed with anger.

Without warning she slapped Catherine hard across the face, splitting her lip. Abbey froze, breathing heavily. "Now look what you made me do."

"Listen," Catherine said softly. She had no idea what had caused Abbey to snap but she needed to try to gain some control of the situation before the young officer unspooled completely. "I'm not sure what's going on here. But let's talk about it."

"We'll talk later," Abbey said. "Right now I have to figure some things out."

She began to pace back and forth splashing through the two inches of water covering the basement floor. She suddenly looked at Catherine, eyes wide. "It wasn't supposed to happen like this. I need a new plan. I'm so close now. I can't lose everything."

Abbey grabbed a heavy chain and padlock from a shelf over Catherine's head. She looped the chain through a bolt on the wall and then placed it around Catherine's neck and secured it with the padlock. Catherine recoiled. "No, please, I don't like things around my neck."

"Who does?" Abbey said But it can't be helped. Just stay still and you'll be fine."

"Abbey … I don't … please help me understand. What's going on? Do you know Jack Fitzsimmons?"

"So full of questions," Abbey huffed as she crossed the basement and sat on the bottom step of the staircase that lead upstairs, resting from the exertion of getting Catherine in to the cabin and chained up. She pulled the padlock keys out of her pocket and added them to ring that held the keys to the cabin. "Yes, I know Jack Fitzsimmons. We went out a couple of times."

"You went out with a murderer?" Catherine asked.

Abbey burst out laughing. "Jack Fitzsimmons is no murderer. Just the opposite. He's a dull little man who never harmed a fly."

"Then why do Steve and Danny think … "

"Because that's what I wanted them to think," Abbey sneered.

Catherine calmed her breathing and decided to try a different approach. "You said it wasn't supposed to happen like this."

"No, it wasn't. I had it all planned out."

"Had what planned out."

"I've been watching you for years. Since you arrived on the island really. Trying to figure out why you were the one who always got called in to help Five-O. Why Commander McGarrett came to you when he needed help instead of coming to HPD where I could have helped him. I could have made a name for myself. I could have gotten out of that crummy patrol car years ago."

"Why didn't you just approach Steve? Or Duke? They would have helped you." Catherine said as evenly as possible.

"No one wanted to help me. They all told me it would just take time. So I did what they suggested. I played the role of good little patrol officer. But I also studied you. To find out what makes you tick. And after you became a member of Five-O I was … well to tell you the truth I was furious."

"Abbey, I'm sorry…"

"No, you're not. You didn't care at all. How many times did I ask you to help me get a leg up?"

"And I did," Catherine defended. "I asked Steve to give you a chance."

"I want more than a chance. Now that you're leaving I want your spot on Five-O."

"Leaving? What makes you think I'm leaving?" Catherine asked.

"I read it online. You're going to Afghanistan. So that'll leave a space open at Five-O."

"Abbey," Catherine said emphatically. "That's a tv show. It's not real. I'm not going anywhere."

"Yes, you are," Abbey insisted.

"I'm not," Catherine held firm. She was trying to control the situation and didn't want to upset Abbey any more than she already was but it wouldn't do anyone any good to indulge her in her fantasy. It was important to differentiate between the TV show and real life.

"You have to. I want your spot. I deserve your spot."

"Listen Abbey, I think you're just a little confused."

"I'm not confused." Abbey jumped to her feet and began pacing. "I had the perfect plan."

"Which was?"

"I knew I had to do something big to get Commander McGarrett's attention and show him what I could do. So I invented your stalker. I knew he'd pay close attention to that. I figured I had all the pictures and material I'd been gathering for two years; might as well put it to good use."

"But how were planning on … I mean who … " Catherine was still struggling to shake off the effects of the chloroform.

"I figured I could pin it all on good old Jack. He would've done anything to please me. Once I had everyone's attention I could produce the evidence needed to prove that Jack was the stalker. I'd kill him in a confrontation. To save you of course. No one would be the wiser. And I'd get your spot when you leave."

"Abbey I'm not … "

"It was a perfect plan," Abbey screamed.

"So what happened?" Catherine spoke calmly hoping to bring Abbey's anger level down.

"The murders at the warehouse happened. Those were so much juicier than the stalker thing. And then Commander McGarrett offered me a chance to work on the case."

"Which is what you wanted."

"Right. But there were no damn clues. We couldn't even figure out who the victims were."

"It's frustrating, Abbey, but it happens that way sometimes."

"Not to me! I was trying to make an impression on Commander McGarrett. And every time he asked me what I'd found I had to say nothing. So that's when I got an idea. I could combine the two cases. Make it look like Jack was the stalker and the murderer. I knew I'd be the hero for finding the clue that solved both cases."

"What did you do?" Catherine asked cautiously.

"It was easy. I just planted some of Jack's blood among the evidence slides, asked Max and Charlie to retest everything, and it was easy from there."

"How was it easy?" Catherine asked angrily. "How did you even think that was going to work? There would have to be more evidence than that to close the case."

"I could have produced more evidence. I just needed more time."

It was clear to Catherine that Abbey was disconnecting from reality.

"Abbey if you managed to frame Jack Fitzsimmons for the murders … if you manufactured evidence … that means the real murderer would go free."

"They're going to go free anyway. There are absolutely no leads. Someone committed the perfect murder."

"There's no such thing as the perfect murder."

"Well this one was close. So I might as well let them think Jack did it. It's not like he's going to tell anyone any different anytime soon."

"Abbey," Catherine started to get a very bad feeling, "where's Jack Fitzsimmons?"

"Everything would have worked out fine if it wasn't for that stupid paper. I knew the guy at the paper store would remember me. We handled a burglary complaint at his store once."

"Listen, Abbey, we can work this out. I can talk to Steve. Just tell us where Jack Fitzsimmons is and we can get this whole mess straightened out."

"It's way past the point where that can happen," Abby snorted as she crossed to a tarp laying three feet away from Catherine. She pulled back the corner to reveal the dead body of Jack Fitzsimmons. "Catherine Rollins—Jack Fitzsimmons. You two get better acquainted. I need some time to think."

With those words she turned and stomped up the stairs, slamming the door and plunging the basement into near total darkness.

Five-O Headquarters

Saturday 4:00 P.M.

Steve pushed open the door to his office, needing a few minutes to himself to gather his thoughts. He wracked his brain trying to remember everything Catherine had ever said about Abbey Barnes, hoping there might be a clue somewhere. As he paced back and forth in front of the couch a splash of red caught his eye. It was Catherine's sweatshirt. The one she kept in her office in case she needed it. She'd worn it to CVS yesterday with Danny and must have taken it off in Steve's office sometime after that.

He sat down on the couch, put the shirt across his lap, pulled out his phone and dialed Duke at HPD. He didn't bother with small talk when Duke answered.

"Anything new?"

"I have every available officer on the island working on it," Duke assured Steve.

"How's Officer Jackson?"

"Still in surgery."

"Tell me everything we're doing?" Steve fingered the cuff of Catherine's sweatshirt.

"We have people questioning everyone who has ever known her. I have five officers going through everything she's been working on lately. I'm pulling her phone records and the GPS from her squad car and her personal car."

"Don't overlook any detail please, Duke. If you need anything extra call the Governor, he's available to help."

"No one is going off duty till we find her, Steve. You have my word."

"Thanks."

As Duke continued to detail the efforts HPD was making to find the two missing women Steve carefully folded Catherine's sweatshirt and placed it over the arm of the couch, ready and waiting for her when she returned.

Suddenly Chin burst into the office.

"Grover found Catherine's car!"

"Where?" Steve was up and moving towards the door.

"The parking lot of a Waipaeia Plaza."

"Any sign of her?"

"I don't think so," Chin said.

"Duke send an evidence team to Waipaeia Plaza. Right away. And pull any traffic camera surveillance tapes from that area."

"I'm on it," Duke said as Steve disconnected the call and headed out to the bullpen to grab Danny and head to the scene.

Rodgers Cabin

Saturday 5:00 P.M.

Catherine shifted yet again trying to find a position to make the restraints less painful. Her back ached. She wasn't exactly sure why but judging by the mud caked in her hair and on her clothes she assumed it had to do with being dragged over rough ground. She was laying in 2 inches of water, on a cement floor, which left her both cold and uncomfortable. The basement was almost completely dark, except for a small amount of light leaking in under the door that lead outside. She knew the dead body of Jack Fitzsimmons was only a few feet to her right but she tried to put that fact out of her mind.

She heard the door from the upstairs creak open and footsteps descending the stairs.

"Ok I figured out how I'm gonna handle this," Abbey said without preamble. "Unfortunately for you, you're going to have to meet the same end as our friend Jack there."

"Abbey please, listen to me."

"No, sorry, no time."

"What are you going to do?"

Abbey turned and looked sympathetically at Catherine. "I'm going to give an Oscar worthy performance. I'm going to explain to everyone how Jack Fitzsimmons showed up at the house when we were in the kitchen making tea. How he must have shot and killed my partner on the way in. How he abducted us and brought us here."

"Abbey, stop and think about this for a minute."

"No, no, no, this is gonna work. I'm gonna say that I escaped to go for help, but it took me days to find my way out of the woods, and he must have killed you while I was gone."

"Abbey … stop … "

"I've made up my mind. All I have to do is get back into your house for just a minute and leave some kind of trace evidence to show Jack was there."

"That'll never happen," Catherine scoffed.

"Yes it will. Because you're going to give me the alarm code."

"I won't … "

Catherine's mind was spinning. She had to find a way to get free. Sending Abbey back to town would at least give her some time. Her left leg was throbbing badly from a cut that she could only assume happened in the kitchen when she was chloroformed.

"You will," Abbey wheeled on her, "or I'll kill your precious Commander McGarrett. I'll call him and tell him I have information on where you are and say I need to meet him. He'll show up. Of course. And I won't even care if he brings back up. Because the minute he steps out of his car I'll blow his head off."

"Give me the code," Abbey screamed.

"24615," Catherine said.

"That's a good girl. Now I'm just gonna slip into town for a few minutes then I'll be back."

"Abbey, if they find me tied up like this they'll never believe … "

"Not to worry. I've thought about that. At the rate it's raining this basement will be full of water in 2 or 3 days. I'll need that water so your bodies will be bloated by the time they find you and the time of deaths will be fuzzy. Can't have them finding out Jack died a week before you. That would ruin everything."

"Abbey … "

"Don't worry. I'll have plenty of time to take care of those details when I get back. They'll never think to look for us here. So I'll be able to stage the scene exactly how I want it before I stumble out of the forest and direct them here to find your bodies. They'll appreciate how hard I tried to save you."

"Abbey please listen to me, just unlock these restraints and get in the car and drive away. By the time I get back to town you can be on the other side of the mainland."

"Sorry, no can do. Now you just stay here and get to know Jack better. I'll be back soon."

Catherine listened to Abbey's footsteps as she made her way up the stairs then the door closed and the basement was plunged into darkness again.

Waipaeia Plaza

Saturday 5:30 P.M.

The rain had fallen off to a steady drizzle as Steve, Danny and Chin approached Catherine's car. Grover was standing beside it with a serious look on his face. Steve looked around the SWAT captain and his eyes were immediately drawn to a large blood stain on the back seat and floorboard. Danny and Chin saw it as well. They all wondered if this was the same injury from the house or if something else had happened in the car.

"Anything here that tells us anything we don't already know?" Steve asked grimly.

"Afraid not," Grover answered. "My guys are canvassing the surrounding stores right now."

An HPD officer approached the group. "We have a report that a red Chevy Cruze was stolen from this lot sometime within the last 24 hours. The owner works at the coffee shop. She left the car here yesterday after work when she went out with some co-workers. When she came back this afternoon the car was gone.

"Are there cameras in this parking lot?" Danny asked hopefully.

"Yes. We have a clear shot of the blue Corvette pulling up. One woman gets out of the front seat. Pops the lock in the Cruze. Drags an unconscious woman out of the back seat of the Corvette and puts her in the Cruze."

Steve blanched.

"I'm sorry, Commander."

"I'm fine. Go on."

"Not much more after that really. The first woman hotwires the Cruze and they go out of the parking lot and turn left.

"Does the Cruze have GPS?" Danny asked hopefully.

"We're contacting the company."

"Thanks. Keep me informed." Steve forced his eyes away from the bloodstain on Catherine's back seat. His phone buzzed and he saw Duke's name on the caller id. "What's up, Duke? Ok. Yeah. I understand. We're on our way."

Steve looked at Danny. "The silent alarm just went off at my house. Somebody entered the distress code."

"Go," Grover said. "I'll keep on top of things here."

McGarrett/Rollins House

Saturday 5:55 P.M.

Steve and Danny parked the Camaro down the road and approached the beach house on foot. As they got closer they saw a red Chevy Cruze, just like the one that had been reported stolen from the lot where Catherine's Corvette was found, parked in the driveway.

They drew their weapons and approached the house. There were no lights on but the front door was standing wide open. They exchanged a look, communicating non-verbally about how the situation would be handled, and entered the house.

Two steps inside the door they were met by the sight of Abbey Barnes coming down the stairs, carrying an armload of Catherine's things.

"Freeze, Abbey," Steve demanded, leveling his Sig at her head.

Abbey dropped the items she was carrying and immediately pulled her weapon and pointed it at Steve. She glanced to the side quickly and saw that Danny's weapon was trained directly at her head as well.

"There's no way out," Steve said evenly. "Put down the gun and tell me where Catherine is."

"She's somewhere you'll never find her," Abbey spat angrily.

"It's over," Steve ground out, fighting to keep his voice calm when all he really wanted to do was wrap his fingers around Abbey's throat and choke Catherine's location out of her. "Put down the gun and let's talk about this."

"There's nothing to talk about." Abbey's eyes narrowed.

"No one has to get hurt here," Steve said as calmly as possible.

"You don't understand what's going on. It's Fitzsimmons. He broke in here. He shot my partner. He has Catherine. He made me come back here. I have to go back or he's going to kill her," Abbey yelled, moving her gun to point at Danny, then back to Steve.

"I don't believe you," Steve said. "We have tape from the parking lot where you stole the Cruze. Fitzsimmons wasn't there. It was just you and Catherine."

Abbey's mind was reeling. "What do you care anyway? You're letting her go off to Afghanistan."

"What are you talking about?"

"That's the television show, Abbey," Danny interrupted firmly. "It's not real life."

"Don't lie to me," Abbey screamed.

"We're not lying. You're confused."

"I'm not confused. There's going to be an opening on the team and I want that job. I deserve that job."

Listen," Steve said firmly, "I have no idea what you're talking about. Catherine isn't going anywhere. But no one has to get hurt here. Just put down the gun and tell me where she is. Just let me talk to her. Make sure she's ok."

"You want to talk to her?" Abbey pulled her phone from her pocket and waved it at Steve. "You want to call her. You think I was stupid enough to let her keep a phone? So she could call YOU the first chance she got?"

"No, I don't think you're stupid, Abbey. Let's go to wherever she is. Just you and me. No one will follow us. I just want to make sure Catherine is ok."

Abbey's eyes were wild. "Hey I know. I bet you could use the GPS on my phone to find out where I've been and find your precious Catherine."

Steve took a deep breath. Abbey was starting to spiral and he needed to keep her as calm as possible.

"I'd rather you just put the gun down and we have a conversation and you tell me where she is," Steve said in a measured tone.

"I'm sorry, Commander McGarrett. I can't do that."

"Abbey … "

"All I wanted was for someone to notice that I'm a good cop."

"Catherine noticed."

"Too late."

Before Steve or Danny could react Abbey placed her phone against her forehead, her gun against the screen of the phone, and pulled the trigger, blowing a large hole through both her head and the phone that held the only information about Catherine's current location.

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