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By Isabeau Saberhagen © 7-28-2007

Chapter 9

A few hours later McGarrett adjusted his tie and took one last look at his fiancιe. Lucia was sound asleep in his bed, her chocolate and honey hair in her face and a tiny smile on her lips.

He smirked, left a kiss on her face and then headed back to the office. As he was driving he got a call from Danny on the two way radio. He wanted McGarrett to meet him at Chey's lab as soon as possible.

When he got there most of the Five-0 team was standing outside the door with ashen faces.

“What's wrong?”

“Steve,” Chin was having a hard time saying anything, “I think you better go in a talk to them yourself.”

McGarrett took a deep breath and entered. There stood Chey and Danny, behind them was a brown suede woman's coat on a hangar, a tiny crystalline vial of a clear liquid, and two glimmering katanas.

“Steve we found these items while executing a search warrant.”

“Why wasn't I informed of such a warrant? And where did they come from?”

“We identified the liquid as being a kind of herbal chloroform that hasn't been used since the 18^th century.”

“Danno...”

“It's what was used to knock out Alika, Moore and Greenwich. The two swords were cleaned well, but Chey managed to find some blood lodged under the hilts.”

“Danno.”

“And the coat is spotted with blood, possibly from being behind Greenwich when he received his fatal stab wound.”

“Danno! Whose home did you find these in?”

“Steve I believe very firmly that the owner of these article is the Bird of Paradise killer.”

McGarrett looked pointedly at him.

“And...who is the owner of the articles?”

“Steve, its Lucia Cornwallis.”

If you had shoved a cattle prod in his most sensitive spot and turned it on full power you couldn't have shocked Steve McGarrett more.

“No.”

He fell over, landing on the cold hard floor.

“No, not her.”

Danny and Chey rushed to his side but he swatted them away.

“No it’s not true, it not!”

He paused for a moment, and then turned on them with a frightening fire in his eyes.

“You’re lying to me! Why?! Why Danno why?! I finally find the woman of my dearest dreams, and you accuse her of murder! No! I won't have it!”

“Steve no!”

Danny held up his hands in defense, but McGarrett got hold of his throat. Chey yelled and grabbed his arms and the rest of the team ran in and tried to pull McGarrett off of him.

Danny managed to croak, “I wouldn't lye to you, Steve.”

McGarrett let go. He fell back on a table, panting with a man at each side. Danny braced himself on Chey's shoulder and massaged his neck.

McGarrett looked like a dead man for a few moments, and then slowly began to sob and cradled his face in his hands. Tears ran down his face and his entire body was possessed in wrenching sobs. Danny looked at his friend, feeling so guilty for stealing away his happiness, for causing this proud man to cry so hard. Even when his nephew died he didn't cry this hard. He truly loved Lucia, but Danny wasn't sure that Lucia really loved him back.

McGarrett lifted his head and wailed. No one knew what to do to comfort him; no one had ever seen him like this.

Danny stepped forward and put his arms around him then signaled the others to leave. McGarrett slowly slowed his tears, till he was only whimpering and sniffling. Danny gave him a handkerchief, and dared to speak.

“Steve, you have no idea how much it hurts me to do this, I want nothing more than to see you happy. Lucia is a wonderful woman, but something about her always bothered me.

So I looked deeper, and it turns out she was sexually abused by her father when she was a teenager.”

Another bombshell hit McGarrett dead center.

“Abused, but...”

“About the time she turned fifteen her mother started cheating on him, and their marriage bed became colder than ice. Rather than divorce or find some else, he turned to Lucia. That coupled with her friend's murder, caused her to develop severe split personality syndrome. She's been documented as having the classic symptoms but has always refused therapy.”

“Steve...”

McGarrett looked up at him, eyes puffy and cheeks wet.

“She's not who you thinks she is. When she kills, she's turns into a demon.”

“Maybe, but to me she was an angel.”

*****

Lucia got home about noon. McGarrett gave her a ride back from his apartment. They entered the house and Lucia headed towards her bedroom looking for a change of clothes. She hung her performance dress up on a closet door and pulled out a pair of jeans and a Metallica shirt. As she dressed, he noticed four tiny blips of blood on the hem. He winced as he felt like one of those swords was jammed into his chest.

He walked up behind Lucia and held her tight as he could.

“Why?”

“Why what Steve?” She sounded genuinely confused.

“Why did you kill them?”

“What!”

Lucia brook from his grasp and wheeled around.

“I didn't kill anyone. What the hell are you talking about?”

“He didn't tell me until this morning, but Danno obtained a warrant and searched your house last night.” His voiced cracked and he turned his face away for a moment, though he couldn't stop the tears.

“He found evidence, absolute evidence that you are the Bird of Paradise killer.”

Lucia's eyes went as wide as skillets. “How can you believe such idiotic things?! I've never so much as harmed a fly!”

“Lucia, you have split personality disorder.”

She scoffed and turned away. McGarrett grabbed her chin.

“Its true, my darling. You are sick. Why didn't you get help?”

“I am not sick.”

“Lucia, Shinju's death, your father's abuse, your mother's infidelity, you kept it all inside, why?”

Her eyes began to well up but her face showed anger and defiance.

“A Prince must always show courage and strength or their enemies will think them weak.”

McGarrett drew back. Lucia has that same look though the tears that had threatened to burst forth dried up.

“You're not Lucia are you, you're the Prince.”

The Prince donned a knowing yet evil smile that said, 'So you finally put it together, I expected more.'

McGarrett made a signal and Danny entered to room; put cuffs on the Prince and read her her rights. The one thing they could admit about this alter ego, she certainly had dignity. Even with the press snapping pictures, the Prince entered that squad car as if it was no less then a royal carriage.