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AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hey guys! Thanks for all the reviews and feedback. It is very much appreciated!

I hope you enjoy the Pete and Tina aspects of this chapter as well as seeing more of Maddie's stalker.

As always, thoughts are in italics. In this chapter, text messages are in bold.

Anyway, here's the next part of Ch.36. I hope you enjoy!

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DivaLola

CHAPTER 36

Part 3

As Tina drove to her second stop, she patted her cheeks several times, hard enough to elicit a sharp slap. She couldn't believe how sleepy was. Sure, she'd been tired all day from lack of sleep, but this was different. It had come on fairly quickly after falling the second time. "Just gotta hold it together until the end of the show," she said, hoping if she talked to herself it would help her stay awake. "Then you can sleep like you've never slept before."

As she pulled into a parking spot, she yawned and massaged her temples. Because she was feeling worse and worse as each moment passed, she knew she needed to hurry and finish her errands. She also knew she probably shouldn't be driving. Maybe I should've taken Frank or Carl, she thought, recalling how Pete had made her promise she would take security when she left.

Tina exited the black SUV, her sunglasses on and her purple Balenciaga bag that Maddie had recently surprised her with, hanging from her right forearm. After closing the driver door she rested her forehead against the window and waited for the dizzy sensation to pass. The occasional dizzy spells were worse since hitting her head again. She had no idea how Maddie had been functioning as well as she had with a severe concussion. Hers was minor and she was pretty sure she had an entire marching band taking up residence in her head. However, she couldn't let it slow her down. She had too many things to do, and they all had a hard deadline.

Across the parking lot a man in a four-door, graphite colored Acura inconspicuously took photos of her. He'd been following her since she'd left the arena and had been pleasantly surprised when he'd noticed she was alone.

He smiled, thinking how this was a perfect opportunity to mess with Pete. To scare and rattle him even more than he had the last few days. He smiled, ecstatic that the years he'd spent planning were paying off. So far, everything was coming together flawlessly. In fact, it was working out better than he ever could have imagined.

He'd known since the first moment he'd laid eyes on Maddie that she was his soulmate. It had always infuriated him that everyone always thought she and Steve would end up together. His plan had always been to get Maddie and in the process he would finally be able to knock Steve, the almighty "Super SEAL", down a few pegs. He wanted everyone to finally realize that he was better than Steve, always had been and always would be.

Although he already had plenty of photos of Tina from her first stop, he took more figuring it wouldn't hurt. The moment she'd stepped out of the car at her first errand he noticed something was wrong. She seemed to be dizzy and not feel well and because of that he knew he'd be able to rile Pete even more. He grinned mischievously at the thought.

Tina was clueless to his presence as she slowly walked towards the sex store. Seeing a Jamba Juice next to it, she stopped, hoping a smoothie would perk her up.

When she finished the errand, she walked towards the SUV as she struggled to keep her eyes open, the sleepiness only becoming harder to fight. Just for a split second she let her eyes close, but when her right foot smacked into something hard they suddenly jolted open.

As she tripped over the cement wheelstop, she felt a hand grab her right forearm. She jumped, nearly dropping the contents in her arms, including her delicious smoothie.

"I'm so sorry, miss," a male voice said as he released her arm. "I didn't mean to scare you."

Instinctively, Tina leaned away, taking a couple hurried steps backwards, causing her to nearly fall again.

"Careful!" the man said, reaching for her again. "Are you alright?" he gently asked.

Finally feeling steady on her feet, Tina squinted behind her sunglasses towards the man's face. Although her glasses were polarized, the sun was still bothering her eyes, which only exacerbated the jack hammering in her head. As her vision cleared she was able to see the concerned, smiling face of the stranger who was touching her arm. She relaxed immediately, feeling unthreatened by him. "Yes, thank you so much." She paused. "Guess I need to pay more attention." She shook her head in a way she hoped made light of the situation.

The man smiled, pulling his hand away from her arm now that she was steady. His smile grew, both outwardly and inwardly, the thrill of being close to her without her realizing who he was sent a surge of adrenaline through his body. He loved this "game", the danger of it. It excited him. "I get it, it happens to all of us. I'm just glad I was able to help."

"Yes, it's been a long day and it's still early," Tina joked as she took in the stranger who had kindly come to her aid. He was tall and slim, but incredibly fit. She could see his toned biceps under his loose-fitting white t-shirt. Her eyes flitted to his face. He was tan with green eyes and light brown hair with blonde streaks throughout that shimmered in the sun. He had a mustache the color of the brown in his hair. It wasn't too big, but not too small either, but perfectly fit his bone structure and shape of his face. She noted that he wasn't super good looking, but he wasn't bad looking either. He was average. However, she didn't care one way or the other. Looks had never been important to her, but that didn't mean she didn't appreciate or notice when someone was easy on the eyes.

"I hate those kinds of days," he smiled, showing a mouth full of nearly perfectly straight white teeth. "I'm Arthur, by the way. My friends call me Art." He reached his hand out for her to take.

"Tina," she grinned, moving the smoothie from her right hand to the crook of her left arm so she could free her hand. "Nice to meet you," she said, and shook his hand.

"Likewise... Tina," Arthur said, his smile widening as her name left his full lips.

Subconsciously, Tina used her right hand to rub her temple, trying to ease the pounding in her head.

Noticing, Arthur furrowed his brow lightly. "Are you okay?"

"Oh yeah," she blushed, dropping her hand. "I just have a headache from the Devil himself."

"I'm sorry to hear that," he said sympathetically. "Here, let me help you to your car."

Tina shook her head, smiling at him through the pain the movement caused. "Oh, that's not necessary." She moved her Jamba Juice back to her right hand. "I appreciate it though."

He grinned, taking a step towards her. "I insist." In a non-threatening way, he gently took the two bags and medium sized box from her left hand and arm, leaving her with her purse and smoothie. "Okay, which car is yours?" he asked, looking around the parking lot at the various cars as if he didn't already know which one was hers.

"Oh, um," she stuttered, feeling guilty that this stranger was carrying her stuff. "It's right there." She pointed to the SUV four cars to their right.

"Perfect," Arthur said, heading in that direction.

As they walked side by side, Tina rummaged through her purse for the car keys, ignoring the funny feeling in her stomach.

"Where do you want them?" he asked when she unlocked the car.

"Oh, the back seat is fine," she told him, hurriedly opening the back driver's side door. He gently set the bags on the seat and placed the box on the floor. "Thank you so much for your help! And thanks again for saving me from another fall today."

She hadn't realized what she'd said until he asked, "Another one?" He shut the car door and looked at her. So that's what happened, he mused. She must have hit her head.

Her cheeks pinked lightly. "Oh. Yeah. Freak thing. It was no big deal," she assured.

"That's good!" He beamed at her. "I'm glad I could help. Nothing better than aiding a beautiful woman in need," he flirted.

"Thanks!" Tina's blush darkened. She opened the driver's door, reached in, and set her smoothie in the cup holder and her purse on the seat. At least something good happened to me today, she thought. She immediately thought of Pete and her discovery that he was seeing someone.

Suddenly she had an idea. "Do you live here in Hawaii?"

He fought to keep from smirking in triumph. "I do. You?" he replied.

"Not exactly," she answered. "But I come here for work frequently."

"Okay. Right on! What do you do?" he asked.

"It's complicated," Tina replied. She didn't tell just anyone what she did and who she worked for, not without getting to know them first. This is a perfect segue, she thought, gathering her courage. Taking a deep breath, she tried to appear as confident as possible. "I'd love to tell you about it, but I don't have a lot of time. I'm in a rush, gotta get back to work. But, would you want to get together sometime? I'd like to buy you a drink. It's the least I could do after all your help."

He gave her a genuine and slightly cocky smile. "I'd love that," he answered. "Why don't you give me your number? I'll give you a call. We'll get together when your head feels better."

Tina smiled. "Sounds great!" She turned and retrieved a business card from her purse. It didn't say her job title or her place of employment, just her name, number, and e-mail. "Here you go."

He quickly glanced at it. "Okay, Tina Monroe. I'll see you soon." He gave her a flirty smirk as he took a couple steps backward. "Have a good day!"

"You, too!" she smiled. "And thanks again!"

"Anytime. Mahalo!"

Tina watched him disappear down a row of cars, heading to his vehicle. Picking up her purse, she climbed into the driver's seat, closed the door, and placed it on the floor behind her seat.

Twenty minutes later, Tina had finished two more errands, but still had one more before picking up the flowers for Steve. She smiled at the thought as she yawned and rubbed at her tired eyes beneath her sunglasses.

As she turned right onto Konunu Street, she reached forward and blasted the air conditioner, pointing all vents directly onto her face. She was hoping it would help her stay awake as it was becoming increasingly harder to keep her eyes open. Feeling her mouth water, she tried to swallow away the nausea that had started a few minutes before.

Sitting in the left turn lane at the red light at Konunu Street and Kalakaua Avenue, she couldn't fight it anymore. "Just for a minute. Just while the light's red," she whispered as she let her eyes close. A minute later her eyes flew open and she grabbed her head at the honking from the person behind her. "Okay, okay, geez," she muttered, pulling into the intersection and turning left.

As she drove along Kalakaua Avenue, Tina's eyes drifted shut. No matter how hard she tried she just couldn't keep them open anymore. Suddenly she felt the SUV hit something and her eyes flew open, her heart stopping in terror as she slammed on the brakes. "Ow!" she cried out at the surge of pain in her head caused by the jerking of the car. She glanced around and realized she'd been unbelievably lucky that she'd veered to the right and bumped into the curb. She exhaled a sigh of relief as she slipped the car into park.

Since she was already parked on the side of the road, Tina thought it was probably a good idea if she took a quick fifteen minute nap. At least then she thought she'd be able finish her last two stops and head back to the arena without falling asleep at the wheel again. She'd never forgive herself if she hurt or killed someone.

Satisfied that it was a safe and legal place to park, she turned the car off, but turned the key in the ignition just slightly so she could keep the air conditioning running. It was too hot and humid not to have any air, especially with the way she was feeling. She made sure the doors were locked and then crossed her arms on the steering wheel and laid her head on them. This'll do, she thought.

He'd continued to follow her through her next couple stops and had been behind the car that had honked at her at the light. Once she'd pulled over he made a U-Turn and parked across the street, his car facing the opposite direction. He wanted a front row seat for what he knew was to come. He pulled the memory card from the SLR and placed it in the laptop sitting on the passenger seat. Quickly, he transferred the photos onto the computer before plugging in the new cell phone he'd stolen from a paparazzo outside the arena. One he knew was a huge fan of Maddie. It didn't take long for him to choose a photo of Tina getting out of the car, which he immediately sent to Pete with a short message. Knowing he didn't have much time, he looked around to make sure no one was nearby. No one could see him change out of his "Arthur" disguise and into a new one. As a rule, he very rarely changed disguises in public, but sometimes he was forced to.

Arthur was easy to shed. He simply pulled the wig and mustache off and removed the green contacts, tucking everything inside a black duffel on the footwell of the passenger seat. Putting on his next disguise was more complicated, but he'd streamlined the process over the years.

After slipping in the new color contacts and putting the eyebrows made of real hair in place, he carefully pulled the silicone face mask he'd created for this particular character out of its protective packaging. It took less than two minutes to put it on and smooth the neck down. What took the longest was blending. He pulled a small round container from the duffel, dabbed a sponge into its contents, and began blending the sides of the mask into his skin.

Once he was satisfied the mask was hidden, he put on the new, dark brown wig, followed by a pair of wire-rimmed glasses. Quickly, he slipped into the red, plaid, long sleeved, button down shirt and placed a worn looking Yankees hat on.

"Well done," he complimented himself as he checked his reflection in the visor mirror. It didn't look anything like him. He looked much older thanks to the wrinkles he'd made sure to include in the mask. Satisfied, he closed the mirror, leaned back in his seat, and waited for the show to begin while wearing an evil, mischievous grin.

"Things okay in here?" Pete asked as he entered Maddie's dressing room. She looked at him as she nodded and he immediately saw the specific look in her eyes she only got after seeing her father. He glanced at his watch. "Damn it," he cursed and looked back up to her. "I'm so sorry, Mads."

She gave him a small smile. "It's fine."

Pete placed his hands on the top of Kono's armchair and leaned forward slightly. "You should've called me, I would've gone with you."

"I went with her," Steve said.

Pete's eyes widened in surprise. "Is there a bloody mess that needs to be cleaned up? Are the cops coming to arrest you?" he quipped.

"Almost," Steve replied, his shoulders squared as anger emanated from every pore of his body. It wasn't just the past he was mad about, but what Henry had said to Maddie. She'd been quieter and more withdrawn ever since they'd returned and he knew that was why.

Knowing this wasn't a good subject, Pete decided he'd change it. "So, Mads," he began with a mischievous tone and coinciding look.

"Huh?" Maddie said as she tried to forget her father's words.

"Derek needed to run a quick errand." At his words she immediately fought to keep from smirking. "Wouldn't you know, he walks out to his car only to discover it isn't there."

"Really?" she replies. "That's so we-ird."

Pete smirked at her. "Mads..." When she didn't say anything, he continued. "Where's his car?"

Steve felt a smile tug on his lips as she leaned back into the couch, snuggling into the blanket. "Ryan needed to borrow it," she answered nonchalantly.

"And how exactly did Ryan get the keys?" Pete asked, giving her a look. "Because I know for a fact he didn't ask Derek for them."

"Who knows?" Maddie shrugged as she smiled sweetly. "Ryan can be quite sneaky."

"Are you sure you're talking about Ryan?"

"Who else wo-uld I be talk-ing about?" she asked, meeting his eyes.

"Hm, let me think," Pete jokingly said as he scratched his head. Finally, he ended the charade and looked. "Okay, fess up. You pick-pocketed him, didn't you?"

Maddie's eyes widened in horror. "Me? That hu-rts, Petey." When he cocked his head and raised his eyebrows she sighed loudly. "Fine. You go-t me. Can't get anyth-ing past you, P."

Pete shook his head, smirking. "When?"

"When I was rehearsing that new song earlier. He was excited at how it looked and gave me a hug. I slipped them off his belt loop."

"Nice job sistah!" Kono laughed, standing up and leaning towards Maddie. The two fist bumped.

"Tha-nks," Maddie smiled.

When Kono sat back down Pete reached his hand and jokingly tugged lightly on her ponytail. "Do not encourage, Kono!"

"Sorry, P," she replied.

"I'm impressed," Lori said.

"Why thank you!"

"Ryan's not in any kind of trouble is he?" Pete asked.

Maddie quickly looked over at him. "Of course not! I promise, he just went to run some errands. Get away from the arena for a bit before the show. That's all." I'm not exactly lying, she thought.

"Okay," Pete nodded. He knew if she thought Ryan was in trouble, she'd tell him. "But no more stealing, you little klepto," he teased.

Steve smiled, his mind immediately thinking back to Saturday night when he'd called her the exact same thing.

"Hey, on a completely different subject, where's Tina? She asleep in the other room?" Pete asked, motioning his head to the closed door.

"No," Maddie responded, shaking her head.

"Where is she?" Pete asked. He hadn't seen her around recently.

"She left to run some errands," Steve answered while Maddie coughed.

"She did?" he asked. Pete immediately straightened and reached for the walkie-talkie at his waist. "Roll call," he said into the device. His carefree, laid back demeanor was gone, replaced by his "head of security", all business persona.

The room was quiet while he listened to the responses coming through his earpiece. "Thanks," he said tightly into the walkie-talkie, before returning it to the clip on his belt. "My entire team is here. She must've gone alone."

At the slight anxiety in his friend's voice, Steve turned to look at him. "What is it Pete?"

"I specifically told her to take security with her when she left." He slid his fingers through his hair as he remembered the way she'd swayed on her feet.

"She's just running a few errands. No big deal," Maddie said.

"It is a big deal. I didn't want her driving after what happened earlier," he answered, his tone slightly clipped.

"What do you mean? What happened?" Chin asked, sitting up straight in his chair, a bad feeling beginning to churn in his gut.

Pete sighed. "I ran into Tina in the hall earlier. She was acting really strange." He paused, noticing how Maddie averted her eyes. She knows something, he thought, however, he'd have to ask her about it later. Right now, he wanted to find Tina. "She said she was going to get Steve and Maddie lunch, so I went with her, wanting to make sure everything was okay. To make a long story short, we sat down while we waited for the food. When it was done she stood and almost passed out."

Steve and Maddie's heads shot to one another, their eyes wide.

"What is going on?" Pete snapped, noticing the look they were sharing.

Steve gave Maddie a look. "Yes, tell him. I agree," she rushed out.

"Tell me what?" Pete asked anxiously.

"Earlier Tina slipped backwards and smacked the back of her head on the coffee table," Steve disclosed.

"She what?" Pete calmly asked, the information not quite sinking in. "How?" he said, his tone much more anxious.

Steve shrugged. "Doc and I were in the kitchen. We only heard it happen."

Pete looked to Maddie, silently telling her to explain. "My jeans wouldn't come off, so she put every muscle into it and pulled hard. Of course they came loose and she fell back and smacked her head."

"And you guys are just now telling me?" Pete questioned.

This is not a normal reaction for him, Maddie thought as she watched him closely. Maybe I was right and he does feel something. "She didn't want us to say anything to anyone."

Angry, Pete shook his head as he hurriedly pulled his phone from his pocket. "Did Doc look her over afterwards and make sure she was okay?" Finding Tina's name he hit 'call' and held the phone to his ear. As it began to ring he looked at Steve and Maddie.

"Yes, Doc was going to check her out after she brought lunch," Steve answered.

"He must've given her a clean bill of health since she was up and around," Maddie added.

Pete's eyes closed as he listened to the phone ring and ring and ring. When he got her voicemail his jaw clenched and his nose slightly twitched. "Hi, you've reached Tina Monroe! Please leave a message and I'll get back to you as soon as possible! Thank you!"

"Hey, T. Call me back the second you get this," he said, his voice tight. "No answer," he said, pulling the phone from his ear. He quickly dialed again as he fought the urge to pace.

"That's weird," Maddie admitted, growing concerned. "She always answers. No matter what."

"Do you think she fell again?" Chin suddenly asked.

"What do you mean again?" His tone was a lot harsher than he intended, but they all knew he was worried.

"Before T left, she came in and went into the other room to get Maddie's sneakers. While she was in there, we heard a crash," Steve answered.

"Did you check on her?" Pete asked incredulously.

"Of course!" Steve replied sharply, offended that he even asked.

"I was closest, so I went in there," Chin stated.

"And?" Pete asked.

"She was standing, but seemed flustered."

"What did she say happened?" Pete asked, trying to decide what he was going to do when he got her voicemail again.

"She claimed she bumped into the table," Chin answered.

"How did she seem? Was she acting any weirder?"

"Not really," Maddie answered. "I don't know, P. I was distracted. Plus, she left shortly after that." She paused, feeling guilty. What if something had happened to Tina? Something she could've prevented if she'd only been paying closer attention instead of worrying about seeing her dad. "I'm sorry."

Suddenly Pete's phone dinged and he immediately looked at the screen, hoping it was Tina. 1 New Message his phone read. As he opened it he noticed it was from a number he didn't recognize. His SEAL training automatically kicked in as he read the message. "Can you try and pull up her location?" he calmly asked Steve, although he was anything but. He began walking towards the kitchen table where his laptop was, making sure to keep a normal pace, not wanting to let Maddie know what was going on.

Having been teammates for so long, Steve immediately knew something was seriously wrong. His instincts were correct when Pete silently handed him his phone. It was a text message that said, "She's beautiful, isn't she?" Attached was a photo. He tapped the small picture so he could get a better look, however he was pretty sure he already knew what it was of. Sure enough, a picture of Tina filled the screen. He looked up and met Chin's eyes.

Chin stood and smiled. "I better supervise. One worried Navy SEAL is bad enough, but two?" he joked, smiling at Maddie.

"Men," Kono smirked, rolling her eyes. "A woman doesn't answer her phone a couple times and they freak out and track her phone."

Kono looked over at them standing in front of Pete's laptop. Steve gave her a look and tilted his head in Maddie's direction. Understanding, Kono began chatting with her friend, hoping to distract her from what was going on behind her.

As the three huddled around the computer they studied the red dot on the map. They occasionally glanced at one another, concerned that it wasn't moving. If Tina was driving or walking, or moving in any way, and her cellphone was on her, it should've been moving with her. "Maybe she left her phone in the car," Chin suggested quietly.

"Yeah, it's a possibility," Steve whispered, his eyes never leaving the stationary red dot. "Zoom in, Pete."

Pete's stomach dropped. "She's not even in a parking lot. It's just sitting on that street. There doesn't appear to be any shops nearby."

Pete reached for his walkie-talkie, planning to send two members of the security team to the location of Tina's cell phone. Although he desperately wanted to go himself, he had to stay with Maddie. She was his priority. It was very likely a trap to lure security away from Maddie so her stalker could try and get to her.

Steve placed his hand on his friend's forearm, stopping him from using his walkie-talkie. "Go," Steve whispered. "I got her. You go find Tina and make sure she's okay."

"Are you sure?" Pete asked, grateful and relieved.

"Yes, absolutely." Steve gave him a small smile. Given how Pete was reacting to hearing that Tina had hurt herself and now was possibly in trouble, he was wondering if Pete didn't have feelings for Tina. With Maddie in some kind of trouble, Steve knew how worried he was, how he wanted to be with her every moment. If Pete did care for Tina he knew how badly he'd want to find her. "Go. Don't worry about Maddie. Just focus on T and bringing her back safe and unharmed."

"I'm gonna go with you," Chin stated.

"Keep me posted," Steve said. "I'll keep the computer open and watch in case her phone moves."

Am I missing something? Maddie wondered as Pete and Chin hurried out the door. Worried, she twisted around. "Ste-ve?"

He immediately looked up from the computer and could see that although she was trying to hide it, she was scared. Flashing her a reassuring smile, he picked up the laptop and strode over to the couch. He set it on the coffee table as he sat beside her. "Everything's fine" he said as he rubbed her upper arm in a soothing gesture. "T probably just left her phone in the car."

Maddie eyed him for a few seconds before nodding. "Kay," she whispered, leaning back into the couch as she tried to stifle a yawn.

Although Chin had tried to convince him otherwise, Pete had insisted on driving. "I can tell you and Steve trained and served together," Chin said as he gripped the passenger door's inside handle with his right hand so hard his knuckles weren't only white, but his hand was actually starting to hurt.

"How's that?" Pete asked as he weaved in and out of cars.

"You both drive like complete maniacs when you're worried," he bluntly answered.

Pete glanced at him and noticed he was holding on for dear life. "Guess I can slow down a little," he mumbled sheepishly. "Sorry."

"It's okay," Chin smiled. "I get it. If anything ever happened to Malia..."

"Yeah, but you and Malia are together," Pete responded as he came to a complete stop behind the four cars in front of them. "Stupid red lights," he muttered. He glanced at the cars in front of him and to each side, looking for a way around them. "God I hope he didn't get to her," he stated.

"Who is this guy?" Chin asked incredulously.

"I don't know, but when we find him I'm going to rip him apart with my own bare hands," Pete growled. "Come on!" he suddenly yelled, laying his hand on his horn. "Green light means go!"

"We're getting close." Chin quickly texted Steve. "He says the phone's still in the same spot."

"Please say she just left her phone in the car," Pete whispered as he turned right onto Kalakaua Avenue. Knowing he still had a few blocks, he pressed his foot down hard on the gas pedal.

"We're gonna miss the spot if you keep going 80 mph," Chin calmly told him, although there was a hint of exasperation in his voice. "I'm not even going to mention the fact that the speed limit is 45."

Pete ignored him as he glanced around, looking for any sign of Tina or foul play. Anything that was out of the ordinary.

"Slow down," Chin suddenly said. "This is the block." He began scanning the area while Pete pulled into a metered parking spot at the beginning of the block. "Do you know what car she took?"

"Yeah, a black Escalade," Pete answered, quickly throwing the car into park and pulling the keys from the ignition. With his left hand hovering over the door handle, he reached into the center console and grabbed an extra magazine for the gun safely holstered to his hip.

"Let's split up," Chin suggested. "You look for the car and I'll look around for her cell phone or purse or hopefully her." Pete's jaw visibly clenched, knowing that if they found her cell phone or purse laying around it would mean she'd most likely been taken.

"Sounds good," Pete said. "By the way, her purse is purple." He didn't bother to hear Chin's response as he walked away briskly, glancing at the cars parked on the side of the street near theirs. He sighed. None were an SUV, let alone a black Escalade. He glanced to his right to see a bank parking lot. He jogged towards it, hurrying down the different rows. When he didn't see the car he whispered, "Damn," while running his hands through his hair. "Where are you T," he asked as he studied his surroundings. He jogged back to the sidewalk and stopped. His actions were beginning to mirror the franticness he was feeling, but had been trying to hide. His head moved back and forth as he scanned the area for the car. Suddenly his head abruptly stopped as he studied an SUV parked at a meter across the street. He unconsciously took a few steps forward and leaned his left hand on the car to his left as he focused on the SUV across the street. Black Escalade, same plates, he thought as he broke into a run into oncoming traffic. Tires squealed as cars slammed on their brakes, trying to keep from hitting him. The drivers honked their horns. Some rolled down their windows and yelled profanities, but he didn't care. He didn't even bother waving to them in a lame attempt at an apology nor did he notice the chaos he was causing. He was focused on one thing and one thing only. Tina.

Hearing the commotion, Chin stopped talking to a woman walking her dog and glanced around. Seeing Pete running across the street with no regard for his safety or wellbeing, he looked back to the woman. "Thank you for your help. You have a wonderful day! Aloha!" He smiled at her before turning and hurrying to where Pete was headed. Stupid Navy SEALS, he thought, hoping Pete didn't get himself hurt or killed.

As Pete reached the back of the car he cupped his hands around his face and leaned against the back windshield, looking in the trunk. He squinted as he was able to make out a couple bags he assumed she'd picked up. He walked to the driver's side backseat window and saw a box and two bags.

With his hands still cupped around his face, Pete took a few steps to his left, the entire time peering into the car. Thank God, he thought, seeing her. His immediate happiness and relief disappeared as he took her in. She was hunched forward, her arms crossed on the steering wheel with her head lying on them. He couldn't see her face since she was facing away from him.

Chin came to a halt beside him. Before he could ask, Pete said, "She's in the car."

While Pete searched his pockets for the extra set of keys he'd grabbed, Chin looked through the window. "Tina!" he yelled, knocking on the glass. Neither man voiced their fears when she didn't move, hoping if they didn't acknowledge them they wouldn't be real.

Pete quickly unlocked the car and pulled the door open. "T?" he said as he leaned inside, his body more than halfway in the car. When he saw her back rise and fall in breath he released a breath he hadn't realized he was holding. She's alive, he thought, relieved and happy. "Tina," he said again, placing his hand on her upper back and rubbing. "T, wake up!" When she still made no move he began to carefully shake her. "T, come on, wake up!"

"Mmmm," Tina groaned, her eyes fluttering behind her sunglasses before they closed again.

Pete broke into a relieved smile. "Thank God," he breathed, briefly making eye contact with Chin, who was now kneeling on the passenger seat.

"Tina, come on... wake up," Chin coaxed, gently pushing a few strands of her hair behind her ear.

Slowly she began lifting her head while both men's hands hovered near her. Although the movement was nothing drastic, her hands immediately flew to her aching head. "Ow."

"Just take it slow," Pete said as he carefully guided her back to lean against the seat. It was obvious that Maddie's stalker hadn't gotten to her. Whether he was going to or just taunting him, he didn't know. And in the moment, he didn't really care. He just cared that, besides the concussion, she was unhurt.

She felt Pete unbuckle her seatbelt. If she hadn't felt so awful, she would have enjoyed the way his large hands grazed her upper thighs and lower abdomen as he freed her from the confining strap. "What are you doing here?" she asked, her eyes closing behind her sunglasses. She was so tired. Plus the trace amounts of sunlight she could still see through the dark lenses were making her headache worse.

"You didn't answer your phone," Pete replied as he tenderly brushed some hair from her face. "I got worried."

"I'm fine," she lied.

"I heard what happened," Pete responded, his hand sliding up to the side of her head. He gently rubbed it, his fingers getting lightly tangled in her dark brown hair.

"Nothing happened," she mumbled, her voice trailing off. By the sound of her voice and the way the ends of her words were dropping into a mumble, he could tell she was trying not to fall back asleep.

"Oh really?" he replied as he gently pulled the sunglasses from her face. He wanted to be able to see her eyes; he wanted her to stay awake. Until he physically watched Doc look her over, he wasn't going to let her fall back asleep.

Tina immediately squinted at the extra light. "T, what were you doing in the car?" Pete asked.

"I was just taking a nap. I got so tired," she murmured as her eyes drifted shut.

"No. No, Tina. Open your eyes. There's no sleeping. Not until you get checked out by Doc," Pete told her as he rubbed her upper arm, hoping the gesture would make her open her eyes.

"I'm fine. Doc already checked me out. He said it was just a little bump," she told him as she watched him through the narrow slits of her eyes.

"I'm gonna take it that you lied to him, just like you did to me." He paused. "I knew-" He stopped mid-sentence as he watched a funny look cross her face. "You okay?"

"I don't feel so good," she whispered.

Pete's face showed concern. "Okay, let's get you back to the arena." He changed positions. "Can you walk?"

"Of course," Tina responded, a bit of attitude laced in her voice. "I'm fine. I'm just tired."

He smiled as he grabbed her left upper arm while Chin, still kneeling on the passenger seat, took hold of her right. Together the two helped her towards the edge of the seat. Pete was grateful that he'd kept his arms near her because once she was standing she faltered, falling slightly against his chest.

"Need any help?" Chin asked as he came around the car.

Before Pete could answer, Tina groaned. "I'm gonna be sick."

As soon as she said it, she leaned forward and lost the contents in her stomach She would've fallen had Pete not had one arm around her. His eyebrows furrowed in concern noticing she wasn't throwing up any food, but orange liquid. Did she not eat anything today? he wondered. Wondering what she had that was orange, he glanced into the car and immediately saw the Styrofoam Jamba Juice cup.

Once she was done he helped her straighten while Chin grabbed a few pieces of Kleenex from the box in the backseat. "Thanks," she whispered as she took them and wiped her mouth.

"No problem," he replied, his eyes filled with sympathy.

Tina's eyes fluttered closed as she leaned back into Pete. He quickly had her in his arms and walked briskly around the car to the passenger door, which Chin opened for him. He carefully set her on the seat. "T, you can't sleep," he whispered, rubbing her cheek with the back of his hand.

She groaned. "Why not? I'm sleepy."

"Not until Doc looks you over," he responded.

"I just need a quick nap, then I'll be fine. I have stuff to do," she mumbled. He said nothing, not bothering to argue with her since there was no way she'd win.

Tina opened her eyes, taking in her surroundings. She glanced down at her lap, where Pete's hands were on her seatbelt. "What are you doing?" she asked.

"Buckling you in," he stated, his tone very matter of fact.

When he finished fastening the seatbelt, she quickly unbuckled it with her left hand and began to try and get out of the car. Her slightly sloppy movements were a giveaway to how bad her head hurt. He also figured she was a little dizzy.

"What are you doing?" Pete asked, reaching for the seatbelt with his left hand, while he placed his right on her upper left bicep. He didn't have to use much strength or pressure to keep her from going anywhere.

"I have more errands. I'm in the wrong seat. I can't drive from here," she responded as her eyes closed.

"You're done with errands. And there's absolutely no way in hell you're driving. I'm surprised you didn't kill yourself," he told her angrily. He couldn't believe she'd driven in this state. It was a miracle she hadn't been in an accident.

"You can't stop me," Tina mumbled. "I have a job to do."

"I'm not arguing with you about this," Pete told her, grabbing her hands when she tried unbuckling her seatbelt again. "I'm telling you, we are going back to the arena."

"Why are you doing this? I'm not your job. Maddie's your job. You don't get paid to worry about me, so stop," Tina spat, still hurt and upset he was seeing someone, even though she had no right to be. She pulled hard, trying to get her hands from his.

Pete's eyes widened at her words. He would be lying if he said they didn't hurt. Did she really think he only cared because he felt he had to? He was so confused, not understanding why she was acting weird around him. His jaw clenched with the effort it took to keep from snapping back at her. She'd hurt him, but he reminded himself that she was hurt, that somehow he'd upset her and she was just protecting herself.

Although his face never changed, Tina saw a bit of hurt creep into his eyes. However, no sooner had it appeared, it was gone. Either way, she felt bad. She leaned back against the seat and didn't try and take her seatbelt off again.

Thankful she was done trying to get out, Pete stood just outside the passenger door and shut the door.

"You know, she wasn't like that when she left," Chin said. "We would have never let her leave."

Pete gave him a small smile. "I know." He licked his bottom lip, letting his top teeth scrape over it. "That crash you guys heard... she must have hit her head again. You said it was right before she left?"

"Yeah, she left a couple minutes after that."

Pete nodded. "The timing makes sense. She started feeling like this once she was gone. Instead of calling someone to come get her, she was probably trying to hurry and finish her errands so she could get back."

"Yeah... probably." Chin's brow furrowed as something caught his eye. "Pete," he mumbled.

Pete immediately became alert. His right hand slowly and automatically hovered over his sidearm. "Yeah?"

Chin pointed low and behind him. "She must have fallen asleep," Pete said as he stared at the mark on the front right tire and rim of the escalade. His eyes automatically glanced to Tina in the passenger seat. Seeing her eyes closed he tapped on the glass. She opened them slowly and sent him a half glare at the obnoxious sound his fingers had made on the window.

"That's why she pulled over," Chin stated.

"Yep," Pete replied tightly, trying to ignore the myriad of emotions he was feeling knowing she could have been seriously hurt if not killed.

Seeing Tina's eyes flutter closed again, Chin said, "Let's go... before she falls asleep again."

"Definitely," Pete stated, walking around to the driver's side of the Escalade. "I'll meet you back there."

"Sounds good," Chin replied. "I'll call Steve and Doc. Let them know we found her and to expect us."

"Good call," Pete responded as he climbed in the driver's seat and nodded goodbye to Chin.

Chin had just crossed the street and was walking down the sidewalk towards the SUV they came in when a voice stopped him. "Excuse me?" He turned and saw a man standing next to his open driver's door. He was probably around six feet with dark brown hair hidden underneath a worn Yankee's hat. His light brown eyes were wary and looked at Chin suspiciously. He was in a loose-fitting white t-shirt with a red, long-sleeved, plaid, button down shirt over it, which he left unbuttoned. By the wrinkles around his mouth as well as the laugh lines near the outside of his eyes, and the couple between his bushy eyebrows, Chin guessed him to be in his early 50's.

"Yes?" Chin answered.

"Is everything okay with the girl across the street? I was just parking and saw your friend carry her from the driver's side," the stranger explained.

"Oh yes, she's fine. Thank you for your concern," Chin replied, giving the man a polite smile.

"You aren't kidnapping her or anything are you?" the man asked, his eyes narrowing in suspicion.

He shook his head at the concerned citizen. "No, she's a friend of ours. Just wasn't feeling well, so we came to get her." He casually lifted the hem of his blue and green Hawaiian short sleeve button down shirt, exposing both his sidearm and badge. "Five-O," Chin smiled. "Nothing to worry about."

"You don't mind if I get a closer look, do you?" the man asked a bit sheepishly. "Can never be too careful."

"Of course not," Chin answered. He unclipped his badge from his belt and met the man at the front of his car. "I appreciate you asking. I wish everyone was this aware and asked questions."

After looking the badge over thoroughly, the man handed it back to Chin. "I'm sorry to have pried, but you can never be too careful nowadays."

"Not a problem," Chin smiled, clipping his badge back to his pants. "I really do appreciate your due diligence." The man walked the few steps back to the driver's side of his car. "I didn't catch your name," Chin suddenly said.

"It's Walt. Short for Walter. But, I haven't gone by that name since I was in high school. Too much teasing as a kid." The man chuckled.

Chin laughed politely. He couldn't help but think how odd it was to meet another person named Walter in the last few days. Before coming across Walter Seasius during their investigation he couldn't remember the last time he'd met a Walter. What a coincidence, he thought, but shook it off. "Nice to meet you, Walt. I'm Detective Kelly."

"Thanks for keeping our beautiful island safe, Detective," Walt grinned.

"My pleasure," Chin replied. "And again, thank you!" Walt nodded and Chin turned, heading towards his car.

Inside his car, Walt waited until he saw Chin pull the big SUV out into traffic and drive off before laughing maniacally. "It's like taking candy from a baby," he whispered, reaching for his laptop secured in its case in the passenger seat foot well. He typed in a password and the computer immediately sprung to life. He quickly opened an ongoing document he had of important information and entered in Chin's badge number: 13353. That'll come in handy down the line, he thought, smiling and shaking his head at how easy it had been to get. He saved the changes he'd made and closed the computer, sliding it back in its case.

"Walter," he chuckled, tickled with amusement. He just couldn't help himself when Chin had asked for his name. Couldn't help but give the name Walter after their dear friend Walter Seasius. His eyes watered as he roared with laughter.

He thought back to how surprised and ecstatic he'd been when he saw it was Pete who had come for Tina. He'd been panicked. Going on a date with her might rattle him, he thought happily.

Glancing at his watch he realized he better get moving. He had to hide this car and change out of his disguise. Then he'd head to the arena to see Maddie. He smiled brightly, the very thought of seeing her always brought a warm, euphoric feeling over him. He started the car, a permanent smile plastered on his face, feeling fantastic about how things were going so far.

"Hey you, no sleeping," Pete said as he closed the car door and buckled his seatbelt. When she groaned in response he glanced over to make sure her eyes were open. They were. Barely. But he didn't care as long as they were open.

There was an awkward silence as he pulled out onto Kalakaua Ave. He glanced over at her again. Her eyes were closed. "T, come on, stay awake." He reached his right hand out and rubbed her left forearm.

As much as she liked it, she pulled her arm away and opened her eyes. "Can I have my sunglasses back?" she asked emotionlessly.

"No, because I won't be able to tell if your eyes are open," he replied, trying to ignore how much he was bothered by the way she'd immediately pulled away from his touch.

"It's bright," she groaned.

"It's a symptom of a head injury, T," he responded. "Here, this should help." He pulled the passenger visor down, effectively blocking some of the sun coming in the window and streaming into her green eyes.

"Thanks," Tina murmured now able to open her eyes a bit more. She glanced around. "You're going the wrong way."

Pete furrowed his brow in confusion. "No, I'm not. The arena is this way."

"But we're not going back to the arena yet. We have to make a stop," she replied.

He straightened, inwardly preparing for an argument. "No, we are going straight back to the arena. Doc needs to check you out," he declared.

As he stopped at a red light, Tina turned to him, squinting her eyes from the light coming through his window. "Pete, just one stop. It's really important and it's not far."

He could tell that whatever it was seemed to be important to her by the intensity in her eyes. "What is it?" When Tina hesitated, not wanting to betray Steve's confidence he shrugged and turned his attention back to the line of cars stopped at the light in front of him. "Then, no."

She sighed heavily. "It's for Steve," she finally admitted. Pete quickly turned his head to her, surprised. "He special ordered the blue glittery roses for Maddie. The ones from the story he told us." She sighed dreamily, finding the whole thing romantic.

Pete couldn't keep from chuckling at the thought of his tough as nails SEAL brother ordering glittery flowers. He probably had to go to a ton of florists before he found one that would do it too, he thought. He'd wished he'd been there to see Steve ordering glittery flowers over and over again as he went from florist to florist trying to find one that would make them.

"Pete, he's trying to get through to her. To fix things." She paused, waiting to see what he said. When he remained quiet, she tried again, "Can we please go get them? I told him I would."

He looked at her. Against his better judgment, he asked, "Where is it?" He couldn't keep from grinning as Tina gave him the biggest smile he'd seen all day.

"It's at that small florist by the grocery store we always go to when we're here," Tina answered, blinking slowly as she continued to fight the sleepiness.

"Okay, we'll go, but on one condition," he told her, still sitting at the red light. Apparently this is the longest light in the world, he thought, annoyed.

"Huh?" she asked as she yawned. She leaned her head back against the seat as her eyes drifted shut.

"No, T. Open your eyes."

Reluctantly, she did as he ordered. "What's the condition?" she asked, trying to ignore the growing nausea.

"Actually there's two. First one, keep talking to me so I can make sure you stay awake... and-" He paused briefly as the light turned green and he drove through the intersection. "The second condition... you gotta be straight with Doc. Tell him exactly how you're feeling. It's important." At her silence he finally said, "T?"

She swallowed audibly as she turned her head and stared out the passenger window. However, it was too bright and she closed her eyes. "Okay."

"I know you hate doctors, but you have to tell Doc what's going on."

"I said okay, Pete," she snapped, not wanting to discuss it anymore.

"Alright." He glanced at her. "Turn your head. I can't see your eyes." Sighed loudly, she did what he asked.

As they drove in silence for the next ten minutes, Pete continued to glance at her every couple minutes to be sure she was awake.

"Pete?" Tina suddenly said when they were five minutes from the florist.

"Yeah?" he quickly turned his head to look at her, the sound of her voice not quite right.

"Pull over," she murmured. She'd been hoping that it would either die down or she could hang on until they got to the arena, or at least the florist, but there was no way. She tried to swallow the extra saliva that had been building up over the last couple minutes.

"Alright." He immediately turned his right turn signal on, changed lanes, and pulled over. She was grateful that it only took him maybe twenty seconds to do so. He jumped out of the car and ran around to the passenger door while she fumbled with her seatbelt. He pulled her door open just as she freed herself. She tried scooting out of the car, but was having some difficulties since she was forced to close her eyes because of the intense sunlight. Pete reached for her and helped her from the car. With his left arm around her waist, they took a few steps towards a trashcan.

He was holding her in such a way that his left forearm was around her middle and her back was flush against the front of him. With both hands, Tina grasped his forearm at her stomach, leaned forward, and threw up into the trash can while Pete used his free right hand to hold her hair back. Having already vomited the Jamba Juice, there was nothing left in her stomach. She dry heaved for a couple minutes before she straightened and leaned her head back against his chest. Given the difference in their heights, the top of her head was right below his chin.

She groaned. She absolutely hated throwing up. Plus, she was doing it in front of Pete. Real attractive, she told herself, embarrassed he was seeing her like this.

Feeling her soft hair tickling the front of his neck and his chin, Pete smiled. Without thinking, he kissed the top of her head, something he'd never done before. His eyes flew open in surprise, as did hers. What was that? he wondered.

Shocked, Tina forced herself not to react to the gesture. It helped that she didn't feel very well.

Knowing it wasn't the time to dwell over his actions, Pete asked, "How do you feel? Think we can get back in the car?"

Tina said nodded, something he could feel against his chest.

"Alright," he said. Before she even had a chance to take a step, he picked her up bridal style. Once he set her in the car she let him buckle her seatbelt. She didn't even lift a finger to try to do it herself. Pete began to feel more anxious. He knew he really needed to get her back to the arena.

Once he was driving again, he said, "T, I'll send someone to grab the flowers. I wanna get you back."

She turned to look at him. "No, Pete. I told him I'd do it. He trusted me to do this."

He stared straight ahead, his eyes on the road as he thought over his options.

When he still hadn't said anything a minute later, Tina spoke up. "I know they're just flowers, but you know this is a big deal for him. And you know it's going to mean so much to Maddie when he gives them to her. This could really help them."

Pete knew she was right; he was just worried about her. "Okay, but that's the only errand."

"Okay," she mumbled, turning to look straight ahead. Thinking back to what she had accomplished and what she still had left to do, she remembered her last remaining errand besides the flowers. She turned to look at him and could see he was tense by the way he sat, back straight as a board, his shoulders back as his hands gripped the steering will tightly. The muscles in his face were permanently contracted as he clenched his jaw while his eyes focused intently on the road. Even tense he's so handsome, she mused, getting distracted.

Feeling her eyes on him he turned to look at her. "T?" he asked, his voice gentle. He was surprised by the look on her face as she stared at him. He wasn't really sure how to describe it or what to make of it, but for the first time that afternoon, she didn't seem distant or upset.

His voice pulled her from her thoughts and he watched as the distant look returned to her face. What the hell is going on? he wondered.

"There's one errand besides the flowers that I haven't done yet," she told him.

"I don't care. Flowers and then back to the arena," he told her, his eyes moving back to the road ahead of him as he eased the car to a stop at another red light. Once completely stopped, he looked at her again.

"I didn't have a chance to go to Verizon yet. To get Maddie a new number," she explained.

"It's okay, T," he assured. "I'll take care of it tomorrow. It's not a big deal. One day's not gonna make a difference."

"Mmkay," Tina mumbled, leaning her head against the seat as she continued to look at him.

Without thinking, he reached out his right hand and took hold of her left hand. He just needed some contact with her. She'd scared the hell out of him which scared the hell out of him. He couldn't afford to have his focus pulled from Maddie.

She felt so calm and relaxed as he held her hand. The simple gesture seemed to allow her to ignore her headache and churning stomach. Feeling content, she finally gave into sleep.

Pete didn't realize until he felt her hand relax in his several minutes later. His head whirled to look at her. "T, come on. Open your eyes. There's no sleeping right now." He glimpsed back at the road, making sure he was still in his own lane.

When she didn't stir, he nervously tried again. "Tina, wake up." She didn't move, just continued to sleep.

Shortly after Chin and Pete left there was a knock at Maddie's dressing room door. "Hey, Mads," Lyle greeted as he walked in.

Having worked with Lyle for years, Maddie knew why he was there. As he leaned on the back of Kono's armchair, they stared at one another before she finally nodded.

Thankfully with all the commotion, she hadn't gotten into her ice tank knee brace. As she carefully lowered her injured leg to the floor she asked, "'Come and Get It'?" Lyle nodded. "'Gimme More'?" she asked again. He nodded. She sighed, licking her bottom lip as she shook her head in frustration.

"And-," she began. However, Lyle knew exactly what she was going to say.

"Yep," he interrupted.

Bringing her right hand to her mouth, she coughed several times, wincing at the pain in her throat and the soreness in her muscles.

"You up for it?" Lyle asked.

Maddie knew he was just being polite. It didn't matter if she was up for it. She had to do it. It was her job. Not that she minded at the moment. She welcomed the distraction with everything she had going on in her head. She needed something she could throw herself into and this was just the thing. She nodded, giving him a tight, tired smile.

Lyle quickly grabbed her crutches and brought them to her.

"Mads," Steve said, already knowing he wouldn't like the answer. "What are you doing?"

"She's gotta rehearse a couple songs real fast," Lyle answered as he bent down to help her to her feet.

Although his instinct was to hold her back and keep her from standing, Steve didn't want her to hurt herself, so he quickly stood, placing his hand on the small of her back to help steady her. "Maddie, no. You need to rest, not rehearse."

Lyle handed her her crutches. As she place them under her arms, she turned to look at Steve. "I gotta do this. They're just quick run-throughs."

"Yeah, we aren't even using the stage," Lyle added. Maddie turned to him, giving him a questioning look. "Soundchecks are happening right now," he explained.

She nodded, understanding. "Closed soundchecks, right?" she double-checked.

Lyle nodded before looking to Steve. "I shouldn't need her for more than forty-five minutes. She hasn't done a clean run-through of a few songs and I really need her to before the show."

Maddie clenched her jaw in anger as her face turned a light shade of pink. Not at Lyle for sharing, but at herself. She didn't know why she wasn't getting some of the choreography. Most of it had to do with balance. Something she normally didn't struggle with when she was dancing. In everyday life? Yes. She was always tripping or knocking something over. But when she was performing, she never had those same problems.

Immediately recognizing the frustrated and determined look on her face, Steve knew he couldn't stop her. "Forty-five minutes, Maddie. That's it," he said firmly as he glanced at his watch. "I mean it, forty-five minutes."

For a split second her eyes glittered with anger as she met his. He knew exactly what she wanted to say about his bossiness, but for some reason she didn't. To be honest, he wished she would have. She'd been quiet and withdrawn since seeing her dad and he knew exactly why. Knew what she was thinking, and he hated it.

"Let's do this," Maddie said with pure determination, which Steve wasn't sure was a good thing. He admired her for it. Her hard work and disciplined work ethic were traits to applaud and respect. However, she'd been known to keep going at something over and over, running herself into the ground until she got it. She was barely hanging on and she couldn't afford to exhaust what little energy she had if she was going to get through her show.