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Notes: co-written by IreneClaire and KomodoQueen. Sequel to 'The Siege'. Spenser McCann, Dylan Walker and their team of skilled mercenaries return to finish the original mission. But McCann also brings along a very personal agenda - he returns for Danny as once promised.

Warnings apply: Rated M/MA for Mature subject matter/explicit content. Non-Consensual use of drugs, sexual attack, bad language, related triggers.

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"I can't do it anymore. I thought I could, but I just can't …"

"Don't even go there. You're stronger than that. After everything you've been through – everything you've lived through …"

"It's too much, buddy … I'm sorry … so, so sorry …"

"You stop that right now. I'm on my way to you right now. Don't you do anything 'til I get there, you hear me? I got you and I'm coming, right now …"

A choked off sob, followed by an eerie silence over the line had the man willing the car faster, foot pressed so hard against the pedal his muscles burned.

"Talk to me, buddy … I'm almost there … I'm pulling into your street right now …"

The barely audible "I'm sorry" was the last thing he heard before the line went dead.

"No, no, no … God dammit!" The car was still rocking into park as the blonde leapt from the vehicle, the smell of tire rubber and brake pads assaulting his senses as he sprinted for the house. A single shot rang out as he reached the entrance and he paused just long enough to draw his own weapon, dread already swirling in the pit of his stomach. With a sharp kick, he took the door – a move of which his partner would have been proud … especially seeing as he hadn't even tried the lock.

"Steve … STEVEN!" Weapon up, he headed into the house. An empty bottle of whiskey lay in the midst of old photographs. Heading further into the house, he stopped at the entrance to the study. The entire room looked trashed. Paperwork and files strewn across the floor; the contents of the desk littered amongst the chaos … and there, in the corner, was his partner. Propped against the wall, arms flaccid by his side … gun laid on the floor by his right hand. Jesus, McGarrett. What the fuck did you do? For a brief moment, he froze. Too stunned to step any farther into the room. The sight of the pale, lax face of his partner and the steady spread of crimson across his abdomen catching his breath and his heart and squeezing it like a vise … his abdomen … why the hell would he shoot himself in the gut … unless …

"It's too much, buddy … I'm soooo sorry."

Danny whirled in place in the doorway at the sound of his partner's voice.

"Amazing, what one can do with modern technology, don't you think?"

The man held a small device to his mouth as he spoke, the voice distorting to sound exactly like his partner. Danny moved to raise his gun, but stopped at the sound of a weapon cocking from just beyond the door.

"Uh uh, detective … put the gun down or he will shoot you both, and your beloved partner definitely won't have any chance of survival."

"You?"

"Surprised to see me? You didn't think I'd give up that easily, did you?" Spenser drawled, a wicked smirk plastered across his face. "Now come," he indicated with a small tip of his head.

"We have lots to discuss."

~ to be continued ~