The buyers packed the open-air market everyday as they walked along the dirt walkway between the different vendors. Daily the locals and tourist could buy fresh fruits, vegetable and other rare or exotic food items of the islands seldom sold in any of the local grocery stores.

For many years Kalania Munakea, an older heavyset native Hawaiian woman, had sold her homegrown fruits at this market. Two large banyan trees covered her stand, which was located near the docks. Each day her papayas, mangos and kiwi fruit sold very rapidly. She remembered how warm the day before had been and was delighted to feel a cool morning breeze coming off the water.

Kalania was almost finished with her display when she happened to glance up and saw a very thin hungry looking girl walking along the walkway. "I’ve seen this poor girl somewhere before," she said to herself as the girl stopped in front of her display, which automatically caused her perpetual smile to broaden. The older woman had learned a lot about personalities in the past years. Most of her customers readily warmed up to her friendly smile, although some were rotten like the spoiled fruits of last week. But what she had a feeling that this young girl was someone who desperately needed help.

Having several children of her own, a natural motherly instinct caused Kalania to keep an eye on the young girl who slowly walked up and down the path throughout the day. ‘It’s apparent that she hasn’t bought anything yet for she doesn’t have any bags with her. Oh sure, she might have bought only one item at a time and eaten it already, but I don’t think so,’ she mentally debated with herself noticing the very prevalent look of hunger on her face.

As the afternoon shadows lengthened, Kalania began to pack up the remaining produce. That was when she noticed the young girl walk by her table again. The girl looked even hungrier then she did that morning and her face clearly told a story of someone in desperate needed help but was to afraid to ask for it.

The girl’s apparent plight aroused the motherly part side of Kalania. She continued to watch her until the she disappeared into the remaining crowd of shoppers. Not sure what she could or should do, she decided to leave some of her fruit out on the table in the hope that the young girl would come back after everyone had left and find it.

The fruit was gone when Kalania returned to her tables the next morning. She sincerely hoped the young girl was the benefactor of her gifts. She placed the first of many boxes of produce on her table before she took a few minutes to quickly glance along the walkway. A small sigh of disappointment escaped her when she didn’t see the girl. But she then realized it was still early and theorized that the girl just hadn’t made it over to the market yet. Thinking positive thoughts that the girl most likely would return later in the day, she proceeded to unpack her car so she could move it before the market opened for business.

As the morning progressed, Kalania didn’t have time to think about the young girl for it was a special day due to a very rare fruit she had brought to sell. Normally her old breadfruit tree only produced one or two of the long knobby fruit for her own family to eat, but today she was able one to the market.

In the midst of arranging her display, Kalania’s inter-voice told her to look up. There in front of her stood the young girl, a bit dirtier but not as famished looking. She was very pleased to notice that her eyes weren’t as dull or listless as they had been the day before either. "Aloha,’ she said as greeting the girl with a warm friendly smiled while she tried again to remember where it was she had seen the girl before.

A fearful expression appeared on the girl’s gaunt face as she took a step back away from the table, but when Kalania made no advances toward her she replaced it with a small but pretty smile. Almost immediately Kalania noticed how pretty her eyes were. They were like the deep tranquil blue of the ocean, which surrounded the island, and today they held a hopeful look in them.

"Aloha," Kalania repeated as she smiled.

"Hi," the girl responded back licking her lips in anticipation and memory of the savory food her benefactor had left her the previous night.

‘The poor child, I wonder if she’s a runaway? Why she don’t look much older then my Lalani,’ Kalania thought to herself, her motherly heart almost breaking when she realized that the girl must have fallen on very bad times. Her own family consisted of five daughters and four boys and from experience, she knew life on the islands could be hard, even for someone with a job and for those without a job or a place to live Hawaii was anything but a paradise.

"How are you this fine morning, Miss?" Kalania asked as she continued carefully arranging the wide variety of fruits and vegetables on her tables.

"Ah, I’m fine. I guess," the girl told her as she continued to look at all of the varieties of delectable fruit laid out before her.

Kalania noticed a look of wonder appear in the girl’s eyes when she spotted the odd looking breadfruit. "That’s called breadfruit. Normally I don’t have any to sell, but today my tree gave me an extra one," she told her with pride as she held the fruit up so the girl could see it better.

"It looks funny." The girl’s face was scrunched up with a funny expression as she gazed at the prickly looking fruit. "What does it taste like?" she asked.

"Very sweet. Here, let me cut you a piece of it," Kalania said as she turned around to a little table behind her.

To the right of her stand was Marty Romeraz, a woman she had known for several years. Marty wasn’t always a very friendly neighbor and when she saw what Kalania was about to do, she quickly came over to her. "What are you doing? This is nothing but a runaway. Don’t give her your prized fruit," she told Kalania, her tone clearly expressed her dislike for anyone who didn’t have a job or home.

Not really wanting to add fuel to their on going disagreement, Kalania only smiled and shook her head. "Marty, where is your aloha?" she said chastising her neighbor. "This poor girl is obviously needs some help. And besides, my tree will grow me another," she explained to her with a sideways glance. "Now go back to your own table and let me help her out," as she turned her back to Marty and continued to cut the delicacy into bite size pieces. She took a paper towel and covered the rest of the fruit then she placed several pieces onto another paper towel and walked over to the young girl. "Here, take these. You’ll find you will like the taste after you’ve eaten a few bites," she said as she handed the fruit to her.

A look of surprise appeared on the girl’s face as she accepted the gift. Unsure what to say the girl took a tentative bite of the fruit. The flavor was sweet but there was a slight tang to it and at first she didn’t know if she liked it or not, but because she was so hungry, she took another bite. A broad smile of surprise and delight quickly appeared on her face when she discovered she did indeed like the taste and rapidly finished off the rest of the fruit.

"Thank you," the girl quietly told her benefactor. "It was very good." Her voice was so low and soft Kalania could barely hear her.

"Mahalo, aikane," Kalania told her with a friendly smile.

"Huh?" replied the girl with a confused look, as she was unfamiliar with the native language.

"That means, ‘Thank you, friend’," Kalania answered. "You’re not from the islands are you?" she asked with a concerned tone.

"Ah, no," the girl replied nervously as she looked around the market place.

"Then you must be a tourist," Kalania said as she tried to get the girl to talk about herself.

The girl’s eyes suddenly became wide with fear and her movements very animated as she looked all about her. Afraid she would be hurt again if she answered, she quickly walked away from the woman who had tried to befriend her without saying goodbye.

Marty quickly came back over to Kalania’s stall after the girl left. "See, she didn’t even offer to pay for the fruit," she told her neighbor in a mocking tone.

"Oh hush Marty. Besides, I didn’t ask her to pay. And I am pretty sure she’s a runaway, just like you said. But should that stop me from helping her out?" Kalania told her as she tried to stay civil for she had endured several similar attitudes from her neighbor. She’d always hoped if she showed the spirit of hospitality to her customers that Marty would pick up on it and become friendly to everyone but it was apparent that she still hadn’t learned.

"You’re only going to encourage her to steal from you and maybe others," Marty snipped back to her, as she didn’t see the need to help those less fortunate than herself. "I think the cops should be told about her and arrest her for loitering. Who knows, she might be a murderer or something."

Kalania just continued to smile at Marty. "You see only the bad in people Marty. You need to open your heart as well as your eyes. I see a very frightened young girl. Someone, who needs help and is afraid to ask for it," she stated with sad feeling.

"Well, I for one will be calling the cops later about her. I think she’s nothing but trouble," Marty snapped snottily back with an ‘I know better then you’ tone of voice.

Kalania didn’t hold any bad feelings towards Marty but was thankful she had left when some customers stopped at her friend’s table. She respected her friend’s right to feel like she did. Yes, a few times a piece of fruit was taken but that was her own fault for not paying enough attention as to what went on around her and as far as she knew the girl hadn’t stolen from her yet so she wanted to give her the benefit of the doubt.

The day proved to be a very busy one for Kalania and by the end of the afternoon she had sold all of her produce, except for the leftover breadfruit. She didn’t want to throw it out so she left it on the table in the hopes the girl would find it. A protective motherly concern had filled her heart when the heavyset Hawaiian woman hadn’t seen the young girl all day.

The breadfruit was gone when Kalania returned the next morning, but in it’s place she found two quarters, which held down a note. The note simply said, "Thank you." For the rest of the day and throughout the week, she looked for the thin girl, but she never appeared again. Deeply worried and concerned, but knowing there was nothing she could do, she could only hope the girl hadn’t met a bad ending to her young life.

*****

The Iolani Palace became the seat of the political government at the end of WWII. Built over a century ago, the old historic building is only palace located on US lands. As with any old building, renovations allowed for some basic needs of the employees inside. Besides indoor facilities, a swamp cooler helped to dissipate the intense heat on summer days. Unfortunately for the occupants of the building frequently had to suffer whenever the old swamp cooler broke down. Even with the all the windows open, the rooms quickly became stiflingly hot and stuffy.

Because of the oppressive heat, the head of the State’s special police unit, Steve McGarrett, decided to relax the dress code. In testament to that decision, he had hung his coat, holster and tie on the coat rack near his desk. Earlier that morning he had instructed Jenny, the unit’s secretary to obtain several large fans to help cool down the Five-0 offices. The buzz of the large fan’s motor, as it circulated the air in his office, blended in with the street noise from outside.

The file spread out before him was the newest case the Governor wanted his department to handle. Normally, Five-0 didn’t look for runaways or missing persons. But the girl’s father was a friend of Governor Jamison’s and had strings had been pulled.

‘Why is it Hawaii attracts so many runaways?’ he thought to himself as he looked over the file. His cheek muscles twitched as he continued to read about the missing girl from the mainland.

Madelyn Abigail Silverstein, Abby for short, was 17 years old and from a wealthy family. The statement from the parents indicated that there had been a quarrel the night before and they hadn’t noticed her missing until the next morning. The file also stated that a large amount of money was gone from the family’s safe. McGarrett noted that other then for two brief confrontations with the law before, Ms. Silverstein record was pretty clean. The report gave a good description of the girl but didn’t include a picture. That would arrive later through the mail, from what the note attached to the file indicated.

McGarrett set down the file and reached over to his phone and depressed the intercom button. "May, has Danno arrived yet?" he asked his secretary not waiting for her to reply to the ring. He wanted to get on this case immediately and thought it would be a good one for his second-in-command to tackle.

May smiled as she looked up to see the young detective as he walked into the office. "He’s just arrived boss. I’ll tell him you want to see him," she replied as she nodded her head towards the closed door.

"Morning May. I see that the boss is in already and wanting to see me," Dan Williams mentioned as he walked passed her desk. He noticed the fans and inwardly sighed for it meant that the cooler was out again and his forehead was already damp with sweat. "Do you know how much longer we’ll need the fans?"

"They told me it will be another day or two before the parts would arrive from the mainland, Danny," May told him as she poured him a cup of coffee.

"What are we going to do without you May?" Dan teasingly asked her for he remembered that she was to start her vacation the very next day.

"Well, for one thing, you would have to pour your own coffee for a change," she teased the young man.

Dan smiled and laughed with her at the joke. He really did appreciate how well she took care of them and didn’t want to think of what it would be like without her ever-helpful assistance even if it would only be for two weeks.

"May! Is Danno there?" boomed McGarrett’s voice over the intercom.

"Yes Boss, he’s about to go into your office," May replied with a smile as she jerked her head again towards the door to Dan. "You’d better get in there Danny. He sounds impatient this morning."

Dan nodded his head in agreement while he took a sip of his coffee. "Yeah, he does," he commented as he walked over to the door and opened it.

McGarrett looked up to see the youngest member of his team enter his office. Since his boss had relaxed the dress code, Dan had taken the opportunity to dress in one of the cooler Hawaiian shirts common to the area. Today he wore a wild blue surfing shirt, which complimented his blue eyes.

"What’s up Steve?" Dan asked as he took a seat in one of the white chairs located in front of the big desk.

"I’ve just been handed a new case from the Governor," McGarrett informed his young compatriot as he reached across the desk to hand him the file. "A daughter of a friend of the Governor’s has apparently decided to runaway to Hawaii and he wants us to find her." He didn’t care for politicians or politics in general, but over the years, he had come to respect Paul Jamison.

"Since when do we handle runaways?" Dan asked while he read up on the girl. "Isn’t this something HPD could handle?"

"Normally we don’t," McGarrett sighed in resignation, "but the Governor is asking us to handle this one. As you can see, Ms. Silverstein has normally been on the up and up. But in the last several months she had been running around with a crowd her parents don’t approve of," McGarrett told his young detective as he watched him carefully read the information in the file. "So far she’s been lucky and hasn’t gotten herself into too much trouble. A few brushes with the law, but nothing much," he told him as he recited what he knew of the young teenager.

"So you think it might have been peer pressure that made her decide to run?" Dan asked as he finished up with the file and put it back on the desk.

McGarrett turned in his chair to look out the open lanai windows at the azure blue morning sky. He could feel the breeze from the fan as it helped push the warm air out of the office but the day already promised to be another warm one with very high humidity.

"Her parents aren’t sure, but they think she might have taken off to Hawaii," McGarrett told his friend as he continued to look out at the morning sky. "Apparently they had argued about where they would be spending their summer vacation. When Ms. Silverstein found out her parents had chosen to go to the Bahamas instead of Hawaii, she got mad and a heated argument ensued. Her parents sent her to her room to cool off, but in the morning they found that she had left during the night."

As his boss informed him of what was know about the case, Dan reached over and picked up the file to look through. "This report is over four months old. How come it took so long for them to call us? It also says that she took some money from the safe," he asked as he scanned through it.

"Yeah I know it’s old and I don’t have any idea why they took so long to report her and the money gone. Apparently, she had known about the combination for some time. Her parents never thought she’d ever get into it, what with them giving her such a large allowance and all," McGarrett said with a disgruntled sigh as he got up and started walking around his desk and Dan. Sometimes he couldn’t understand why today’s youth acted the way they did, especially when they virtually have everything they wanted practically handed to them without a second thought.

"How do you want to handle this one then?" Dan asked his boss as he watched the man pace around his office. This pacing was a sure sign his boss’s mind was onto a plan. He knew he only had to wait until this plan was revealed to him.

"You always seem to fit so well into the youth scene. Why don’t you take a vacation?" McGarrett suggested with a sly smile on his face.

"Huh? A vacation?" Dan asked him with a questioning eye.

"Yeah, take some time off and blend in with the youth scene. Frequent the beaches, the parks and other areas the kids seem to congregate at," his boss suggested as he walked back over to his desk and picked up the file on the missing girl which Dan had set back onto the desk.

Dan smiled at the thought of his being able to spend time on the beach right now. He never needed an excuse to do some surfing.

"When do you want me to start this? I still have to finish that Madison case," Dan quarried. He didn’t want to let his current case just sit because Kono and he were about to close the books on Brett Madison, who had stolen some industrial secrets to sell to a company in East Germany.

"Take today to brief Chin on what you’ve got so far on the case. Tomorrow, I want you down beach bumming and mixing with the youth scene," McGarrett told him as he sat back in his chair.

*****

Tourist filled the beach this time of year and their only intent was to soak up the warm rays of the sun. The surfers were enjoying the higher then normal waves caused by an unusual cold front in the northern part of the Pacific and for the last three days, Dan had enjoyed the good surfing off of Sand Island. The small sandy island was secluded enough for privacy and attracted a lot of people. Frequently, people liked to hide out from the law by using the old abandoned military buildings located there.

Dan casually scanned the beach and the high shrubs as he put his surfboard into the back of his truck. Having spent his morning catching the high surf, he now looked forward to some lunch. He had built a small fire to cook some hamburger patties for himself.

The aroma of the meat, as it cooked, drifted down the beach with the breeze and had caught the attention of a young girl. Dan watched her as she approached him. Her unkept appearance suggested she must have fallen on very hard times

"Hi," he said as she stood a few feet away from him.

The young girl didn’t respond verbally, but meekly waved her hand at him.

"You hungry?" Dan asked her as he looked at her. She seemed to match the description of the runaway, but he wasn’t sure.

Again, the girl didn’t say anything, only nodded her head to his question.

Dan eyes sparkled as he smiled in her direction. He had just turned over one of the patties as they cooked and was about to prepare the bun. "Would you like a hamburger? I’ve got plenty," he asked as he squatted in front of the fire. He thought if he kept a small profile he wouldn’t scare the girl away.

The young girl stood there with her arms tightly wrapped across her chest. She was afraid of this man who had offered her the food, but the aroma of the cooked meat just wouldn’t let her leave alone and she was after all very, very hungry.

Dan smiled as he watched her lick her lips in anticipation. "Would you like a piece of cheese on it?" he asked her as he reached for an extra plate and placed the bun on it.

Dan watched her as she looked around the beach and camp area. It looked to him like she might take off. "Here why don’t you fix your bun as the hamburgers finish cooking. There are fixings for them in the ice chest. Help yourself," he said as he held up the plate with the open bun on it.

At first the girl didn’t move but when Dan didn’t make any other move toward her she decided she could trust him. Cautiously she walked up to him accepted the plate and moved to the ice chest to prepare her bun.

Dan kept an eye on her as she prepared it and smiled at how much lettuce, tomato and pickles she placed on her the bun. Soon the patties were ready and he placed the cheese on top to allow them to melt a little.

"Hmmm, don’t they smell good?" Dan asked her as he scooped up one of the patties. "Here, take this one," he said as he carefully placed the meat onto the piled vegetables. Placing a patty onto his bun he shifted the rest of the meat away from the flames so they wouldn’t burn them while they ate.

The girl had walked back to the hood of his truck and had placed the there so she could pick up the hamburger. Her eyes grew wide as she hungrily sank her teeth into it. Making short work of it she picked up all the little pieces and pieces of vegetables and bun that had fallen back onto the plate.

Dan watched her as she ate. 'My god, when was the last time she’s eaten? She’s starving.' The more he watched her, the more he was sure that she was the runaway they were looking for. Now all he needed to do was to gain her confidence.

He wondered again at how long it had been since she last ate. Knowing that too much food at one time could make her ill, he decided to offer her a few to take with her. "Hey, you ate that one quick. How about something to drink?" Dan offered as he continued to eat his own meal. "I’ve got some sodas in the ice chest if you want one," with a nod of his head toward the blue and white container.

As Dan talked to the girl she seemed to relax. With her eyes glued on the meat, she walked back over to the fire. "How about taking one or two more with you? I’ve got plenty." When he held up the bag of buns, she took it and removed two buns.

"Do you want some cheese on these too?" Dan asked picking up a slice of cheese. When she nodded yes, he placed the cheese on each patty then moved the patties closer to the heat. After the cheese melted, he placed them on the mountain of vegetables she had piled.

"The napkins are back there somewhere. Why don’t you wrap them up and you can eat them later," he suggested while he kept his body low and non-threatening.

The girl didn’t say anything as she went back to the back of his truck where she removed several napkins from one of the bags. Slowly, but not to carefully she wrapped up the food. She didn’t have any pockets so she held the food close to her body, unmindful of the grease that had seeped through the wrappings, soiling her clothes.

Unsure of what to do now, she just stood there for a minute. Finally feeling a bit comfortable being near this man she stepped over to the fire and sat down on the sand on the opposite side from him.

Slowly Dan got up and removed two cans of soda from the ice chest. He didn't say anything as he placed one of the cans down next to her before he walked back over to his previous spot.

She carefully placed the hamburgers on the ground near her then reached down for the beverage.

A soft popping sound was heard as she opened the can. Dan didn’t say anything as she finished off the soda. He smiled though when she let out a large belch, which caused her to smile shyly at her host in embarrassment.

"Excuse me," she said in a low voice, "and thank you for the food."

"You’re welcome," Dan replied sitting back against the fallen palm tree and sipped on his soda. "My name is Danny. What’s yours?"

"Abby," she shyly replied as she watched him. She was scared of him in a way, but she began to feel she could trust him too. He didn’t seem like the other men who had abused and beaten her since her arrival.

"Aloha Abby," Dan said in a soft tone of voice his blue eyes expressing his open friendship. He wanted her to become more relaxed around him so she would talk to him. "How long have you been in Hawaii Abby?" he asked when he saw her relax even more.

This question totally unnerved Abby and she started look around nervously for a way to escape as she got up. "Thank you for the food, but I have to go," she told him as she walked away quickly.

"Abby," Dan called out to her, but his call only made her break into a run towards the bushes along the beach. He didn’t go after her but hoped that the next time they met she would trust him more.

*****

Abby was very thankful for the food and knew that it had been very rude of her to leave like she did, but she still couldn’t trust any man. Within hours of arriving in Hawaii, a man viciously attacked, raped and robbed of all her belongings. Two of these horrible occurrences repeated themselves a few weeks later when she was again beaten and raped another man and when Dan had started to ask her about herself it terrified her. All she wanted to do now was to hide amongst the shrubbery, which lined the beach.

As she sat there, she rocked back and forth with her arms wrapped around her legs while she tried to block out all the painful memories. She didn’t know what to do and she was out of money. Emotionally she withdrew within herself like an unjustly chastise child.

This vacation wasn’t happening the way she planned. It wasn’t anything like the one she had enjoyed with her parents a few years ago. She had felt safe back then. In the years that had followed life had been very easy for her, especially when she had a lot of money and could buy anything she wanted.

As the afternoon spent itself, she laid down on the bed of leaves in her little camp. Although the day had been fairly warm, she felt the need some sort of security as she pulled the ratty sheets up about herself where she spent the rest of the day.

*****

The cool ocean breezes felt good to Dan as he quickly walked up the big koa wood stairs to give McGarrett his evening report. As he expected his friend was out on the lanai when he walked into his office.

"Evening Steve," Dan called out while he poured himself a cup of coffee and joined his boss on the lanai.

"Aloha Danno," McGarrett replied as he turned to face his second-in-command. "How's it going?"

"Pretty good actually. I think I've found Ms. Silverstein, but I'm not sure yet. As I was fixing my lunch a young, skinny girl walked up to my camp. She sort of matches the description of Ms. Silverstein. If it is her, we’re going to need to get her to the doctor right away. She’s extremely thin and dirty with several very noticeable bruises and from the way she kept eyeing the hamburgers, I say she hadn't eaten in a while," Dan replied as he tried to shake the memory of how thing the poor girl was. "Anything happening here?"

"Not much. We've did get a call from a woman at the open-air market who reported a young girl walking up and down the walkway. She claims this girl is stealing fruits and vegetables from her and other sellers," McGarrett told his young friend. He knew that Dan cared a lot about the youth on the islands and donated a lot of his free time to a local little league baseball team.

"Good, I’ll try to check it out tomorrow. I’m hoping she’ll come back around tomorrow. When I asked her how long she had been here, she took off like a scared rabbit," Dan said then took of sip of the left over coffee. "Whew, this is strong," he commented as he made a face at the bitterness of the brew.

McGarrett smiled at Dan’s comment on his coffee for it was a well-known fact that he loved his coffee strong. "It should be, it’s been there for a few hours," he said taking another sip of the several hours old brew. "Did she seem okay?" His tone expressed how concerned he was for the young girl as he turned back to look out over the Palace grounds.

"From the nasty looking bruises on her face, I’d say someone recently used her as a punching bag. If I can convince her to come with me, her first stop needs to be with a doctor," Dan informed the Five-0 chief. "Has the picture of Ms. Silverstein arrived yet?" he asked hopefully, as he wanted to compare the girl with the picture.

The Five-0 Chief turned his attention back to his detective when he heard of the girl’s condition. His cheek muscles tighten as he shook his head a little as he thought of the abuse the girl must have gone through. But he wasn’t at all surprised at this information for life on the islands could be extremely hard.

"Yeah," McGarrett said as he walked back to his desk. "It arrived late this afternoon. I’ve already had copies made and sent them for distribution to HPD, the local hospitals and the news," he added as he withdrew a copy of the photo from the file and handed it to Dan.

A twinkle of delight and conformation appeared on the young detectives smiling face as he looked at the photo. "I’m even more sure now Steve. That’s the girl I met today," Dan said with assuredness.

"Good work Danno. Now you need to work on gaining her trust and then bring her in," McGarrett told him. ‘Maybe you can get this case wrapped up soon so we can get back to our normal cases.’

"How are Kono and Chin doing on the Madison’s case?" Dan asked him. He had worked too long and hard on that case and didn’t want to see it slip through the cracks.

"They’ve built a good case against him, real solid. But they ran into a problem with it," McGarrett said as he picked up another file on his desk and handed it to Dan. A pressed smile appeared on his face as he informed his friend of the problem. "He’s jumped bail, disappeared completely. I’ve put an APB out on him, but so far nothing."

"Damn," expressed Dan. "I had a feeling that would happen if he made bail." He was upset when he heard how months of work might have been for nothing now with the escape of Madison. "Most likely he’ll head for the airport to try to get off the island."

"Kono mentioned that too so I’ve asked Chief Dan to station an HPD unit there and requested that two units be sent to the docks. I’ve also notified the other islands to be on the look out for him," McGarrett told him while he struggled to suppress his rising anger. He couldn’t understand how the judge could have allowed Madison bail when he knew he’d be a flight risk.

"This time, when we catch him again, no judge had better set any bail," Dan said as he echoed his boss’s feelings about the judge in this case.

"I don’t think he will. Manicote was fuming when he agreed to it. He even told the judge that this would happen," McGarrett mentioned.

"Well, I better get back to my camp," Dan said as he walked into the anti-room of the office. "Some of the kids are going surfing by moon light and I thought I might join them," he said with a smile.

"Okay Danno, just be careful," McGarrett warned his young friend. He knew how much the younger man loved to surf and of the dangers it presented during the day, but this was different. At night the danger increased.

"I will be Steve," Dan said as they walked out of the Five-0 office.

*****

The previous nights surfing had been exhilarating. Dan always tried to keep in shape, and the extra exercise he received from surfing firmed up his body even more. The hard physical exercise derived from the sport helped him sleep very soundly thus he woke up latter then normal the next morning.

He used the late start as an excuse to fix his breakfast before he ventured out to the waves. Once he got the coffee started, he placed the bacon into the pan whose fragrant aroma added to the beautiful morning. As he stepped over to the ice chest to get the eggs, he noticed the Abby walking towards his camp.

"Good morning Abby. How about some breakfast?" Dan offered. "Coffee’s already made, help yourself. The mug are on the tail gate," he said as he pointed to the rear of the truck. "While you’re there, bring the bread over. I’ll make us some toast." He deliberately avoided eye contact with her but watched her with his peripheral vision.

Abby hadn’t planned on coming to his camp ever again, but the mouthwatering smell of the bacon proved too powerful for her will. Mutely she walked over to the back of the truck where she selected two mugs, a pretty pink one for herself and yellow one. After a brief search through the grocery bags, she located the bread and brought it back over to her host.

As Dan was about to remove the sizzling bacon from the pan Abby surprised him by standing next to him. Smiling he handed her the plate as he removed the bacon from the pan. Carefully she set the plate on a rock next to the fire and then poured them both some coffee.

Deftly Dan cracked open some eggs and gently dropped them into the hot grease. "How do you want your eggs?" he asked as he seasoned the eggs.

"Over easy. Mom always did mine over easy," Abby said in a tiny voice.

"Over easy it will be then," Dan said with a smile taking another quick look at her. Inwardly he cringed when he notice several new bruises and cuts on her. The cut on her lower lip looked really bad but he didn’t want her to bolt again, so he ignored the new wounds and set about fixing their breakfast.

When the eggs were ready, Dan slid two onto her plate. "Help yourself to the bacon," he said grabbing several for himself then went back to the log to eat.

Gathering her courage, Abby sat down next to Dan. She wasn’t sure how to balance her plate and mug until she saw that Dan had placed his mug on sand next to his feet.

"You say your mom fixed your eggs over easy. What else did she fix you for breakfast?" he asked her deliberately putting his attention to the food in front of him.

A small trickle of grease started to run down Abby’s chin. Slightly embarrassed, she started to wipe it off with the back of her hand but stopped when Dan produced a napkin to gently wiped it away. When he accidentally touched the newest bruise the pain caused her to flinch and upset her plate. Horrified now, she quickly got up and ran a few feet out of Dan’s camp.

"Stop Abby, it’s okay. I’ve done that myself. Here, let me fix you another plate," Dan called to her his heart filled with empathy. ‘She terrified but is desperately asking for help,’ he thought to himself as he watched her.

His plea to stay caused Abby to stop on the other side of his truck. She watched him to see if he would come after her and when he didn’t, it confused her so much that she didn’t know what to do.

He could feel the fear and uncertainty emanating from her as he quickly refilled the plate. Without making any movement towards her, he set the plate on the tailgate then slowly backed away to the log and sat down. There he watched her and after what seemed like a lifetime he saw some of the terror in her eyes leave as she tried to find the confidence to pick up the plate.

Years of experience from working with the youth of Hawaii had given Dan the knowledge of how to approach a scared child or teenager. He knew if he kept a neutral body position and a soft tone of voice he could win over most kids. "I promise Abby, I won’t hurt you. I just want to talk with you," he said as he watched her inhale the food again. He didn’t want to frighten her any further so he stayed seated but this time he kept his eyes on her.

"Will you talk to me?" he asked her softly.

Abby’s eyes darted around the area of his camp as if to make sure she still had a way to escape. When she saw that he had made no further movements towards her, she started to relax and overcome the terror that had felt so much like a death grip to her. As the tenseness started to leave, she inhaled and exhaled deeply as her body started to relax. Quickly she swallowed the last mouthful of bacon and nodded her head in agreement with his request.

Dan smiled warmly back to her but remained where he was so not to ruin the trust, which had started to build once more between them. "I asked you a question yesterday. Do you remember what it was?" he asked her in a soft low tone.

Abby nodded her head as she walked to the opposite side of the fire to stand. "I remember. You asked me how long I had been here," she said in a very muted voice as she looked down at the fire.

"Yes, that’s what I asked you. Do you feel up to answering my question?" he asked as he looked up to her. He could see she wanted to run again, but something kept her there so he didn’t move a muscle.

She stammered a bit as she answered him. "I’m not sure but I think I’ve been here for about four months," she told him as she chewed on her bruised lower lip while her tongue played a little with the sore. "It’s not suppose to be this way," she blurted out as tears began to well up in her eyes.

Dan didn’t say anything but waited for her to continue. More then anything else, he wanted to go to her and wrap his arms around her for comfort, but he knew she wasn’t quite ready for that sort of thing. He could only wait and let her tell him her story at her speed.

"The last time I was here, it was beautiful. My parents brought us here and we stayed at this real fancy hotel." Her bottom lip quivered now as she remembered her previous vacation in Hawaii. "When Mom and Dad told me that we were going to spend our vacation in the Bahama’s I didn’t want to go. I wanted to come back here." It was as if a dam had burst as the tears flowed freely down her cheeks.

Staying as low as he could, Dan got up and slowly approached her. He had barely reached her when she dropped her empty plate, threw herself into his arms, and cried. He gently wrapped his arms around her and held her as she sobbed.

"It’s okay Abby. No one will hurt you anymore," he whispered into her ear gently resting his head on hers at the same time lightly rubbing her back with his hand to comfort her.

After several minutes, he felt the trembling stop. Keeping one arm around her shoulders and mindful of her facial wounds, he gently lifted her bruised head and wiped the tears away with his hand.

Dan patiently waited until she made eye contact before he continued. "I need to ask you a few more questions Abby. Has anyone hurt you since you’ve been here?"

Abby could only nod her head in agreement, before she buried her head into his shoulder to cry some more. "Two different men have…one guy grabbed me and… hurt me," she told him but couldn’t continue. Her voice cracked again from emotion as the memories of both horrid incidents came rushing back to her.

Dan knew that he still had to ask the hard question. He could feel the hot anger churning through him at the thought of what some piece of garbage had done to this child. ‘Breathe deeply,’ he told himself in an effort to relax. "Abby," he hesitated for a brief moment then continued in as calm of a tone as he could muster. "Did either of them assault you? Did either of them beat and rape you?"

Again, Abby could only nod her head.

Dan held her closer again as he fought to suppress the anger he felt toward the men who had done this hideous crime. Slowly as he gained control of his own emotions, he could feel Abby relax more.

Abby hiccupped as she reached up to wipe away her tears and runny nose. Emotionally exhausted she looked up into the friendly blue eyes of this curly haired man and gave him a weak smile. She felt safe in his arms. She didn’t understand why, but she did.

Dan escorted her back to the log where they sat down. He kept his hands on hers to help reassure her and to keep hold of her in case she tried to run again.

"After the one man hurt me, he took all my stuff. I didn’t have any money and I didn’t know what to do. I was walking down Hotel Street and when George came up to me and asked me if I wanted to earn some easy money," Abby told Dan, who sat there quietly and allowed her to do the talking. "I didn’t know what else to do, so I said yes. He told me that he could arrange for me to make some money…if I did what this other man wanted me to do." She stopped again as tears of shame ran down her face; the memories of that first night which would be forever etched in her memory. "At first it worked out okay. I didn’t like doing it much but I was able to earn some money. George even provided me with a nice place to live with this other girl, Tonya," she added as she sniffed back a tear.

"Who is George, Abby?" Dan asked her but knew the answer already, the guy was a pimp.

Abby looked at Dan with eyes red and puffy from her cry. "George was the guy who said he would take care of me. All I had to do was to have sex with these men who had paid him in advance. They would give me extra money for doing other things with them. The nicer I was to these guys, the more money I would get. Then George sent me to this new guy and told me I should be extra nice to him and that he would pay me even more money. Well, I did like the man said at first, but then he began to hit me. The more I fought, the harder he hit me. And then he…he…" The memory of that night was grotesque and agonizing for her that she was unable to continue causing her to break down once more into another round of mournful crying as she distraughtly clutched onto Dan.

Dan didn’t say anything for his anger was in a full burn now. "It’s okay Abby, it’s okay," is all he could manage to say at the time. Deep inside he knew what he’d wished he could do to both men and to this George character, who had allowed this last animal to brutalize this child.

*****

Abby didn’t remember the trip to the hospital. After Dan helped her get in his truck, she quickly fell asleep. When she awoke the old fear of the unknown started to build inside her until she saw Dan asleep in the chair next to her bed. Small tears of relief filled her eyes when she saw her protector, her knight in shining armor still protecting her from the evils of the world.

Dan woke up when her heard her move about in the bed. "Good morning Abby," he said to her with a smile, his blue eyes twinkled. "How are you feeling?" he asked her as he reached over and placed his hand on hers.

"Scared," she whimpered a little.

Dan smiled and patted the back of her hand. "Believe me, Abby, you have nothing to be scared of here. You're among friends now. Everyone here only wants to do what's best for you."

Abby took her hand back from Dan and grabbed her blanket, which she pulled in close about herself. Dan could sense her apprehension as he stood up to sit on the edge of her bed. But as soon as he sat down, Abby grabbed him and started to cry.

"It's okay Abby, it's okay," Dan softly reassured her. He waited a few minutes to see if she would stop. Finally, the trembling stopped when she fell asleep in his arms. Carefully, he laid her back onto the bed and stood up. After he readjusted the sheet and blanket, he quietly left the room.

McGarrett met his young detective in the hall when Dan exited the room. "How is she?" he asked in a concerned voice.

"She’s one scared, terrified little girl Steve," Dan informed his boss as he filled him in on what had transpired in the room and that Abby had just fallen back to sleep. "I was just going to take a break while she slept," he added as he led the way down the hall to the waiting room.

"I’ve read the report the doctor gave me after he examined her," McGarrett said in a tense tone. "He didn’t paint a pretty picture, Danno. He said she’s been beaten fairly badly and brutally raped."

"Yeah, at least twice from what I could get from her so far," Dan added.

"Was she able to tell you who did this to her?" McGarrett asked in a tone, which told Dan this case was far from finished yet.

"No, only what I’ve told you so far," Dan stated flatly. "I’ve not been able to question her too much. Right now, what she needs the most is rest and some food to rebuild her strength," he added as he thought of Abby’s condition. "Anything on her parents? How soon are they coming to visit her?" He knew she would need her parents for emotional support right now and wondered how soon they would arrive.

When McGarrett didn’t answer him immediately, Dan got worried that something might have happened.

"I’ve talked with her father and told him what has happened to her," McGarrett hesitated before he continued. "Her parents won’t be coming over to see her. He told me in very explicit terms that he doesn’t have time anymore for his daughter. He feels that since she chose to runaway and become a prostitute that she has made her own bed and should take care of herself from now on," he told Dan as he looked out the window to the blue Hawaiian sky. His jaw muscles rippled in rhythm to his clinched fists as he remembered that heated telephone conversation.

This news almost floored Dan as he stood looking unbelievably at his boss. Intense anger built to a new pinnacle as he tried to fathom how a parent could even think of abandoning their child at a time like this. Too frustrated for words, he turned away to gather his thoughts.

"Being she’s still a minor, we’ll have to see about placing her with a family," McGarrett mentioned as he quietly waited for his young detective to deal with his emotions.

Dan immediately thought of offering to look after Abby, but with him being single and his lifestyle being so busy, he knew he couldn’t do it. Plus he doubted if the courts would approve it anyway. That’s when he got an idea of who might be able to do it. "What about Chin’s family, Steve. Do you think they would be willing to take her in for a while, at least until we could find a more permanent place?" he asked hopefully turning away from the window.

"Maybe Danno, maybe, but he’s got a full house already and I’ll have to check with Judge Cranston," McGarrett replied wearily. "As you know the courts will have final say on this," he added as they both walked back towards the hospital room. "But for right now, she’ll remain here, which gives us some time to work that area out," the Five-0 chief reminded his young detective.

For the next two weeks, Dan visited Abby as frequently as he could. Slowly, her bruises started to disappear and with the regularity meals, she began to gain back some weight. In the meantime, Jenny and all of the detectives tried to convince Abby’s parents to come visit their daughter. But the phone calls always ended in a shouting match with her father steadfastly refusing to have anything to do with his wayward offspring.

Each day Dan would bring in a set of mug books to the hospital. He would sit with Abby on the bed as she looked carefully at each photograph. Slowly and methodically, he made her look at each person. When she lingered a bit longer over one of the pictures, he hopefully thought she might have recognized that person.

"Is he one of them Abby?" Dan gently asked her, keeping his voice soft and reassuring.

"I’m not sure," Abby replied as she studied the picture more.

"Was he the man who beat you the first time or the second time?" Dan asked as he tried to lightly pressure her to remember.

"No, neither of them," Abby told him in an uncertain tone.

"Maybe the pimp who sent you to the last guy?" inquired Dan as he shifted himself into a more comfortable position.

Abby looked at the picture a bit more before she shook her head and shrugged her shoulders as she turned the page. Almost immediately her eyes grew wide with fear and her face paled dramatically as she gripped her stomach, which suddenly felt as if it were going to cause her to be very sick and possibly throw up. Her entire body shook as she looked upon the familiar gruesome face in the book.

"What is it Abby?" Dan asked her placing his hand on top of hers as he picked up on her reaction.

"That’s…that’s him!" she cried out in terror. "That’s him. He’s the one who hurt me," she sobbed and covered her face with her hands.

The picture she had pointed out was that of Brett Madison.

Dan gently took the book from her and set it aside before he turned his attention back to her. He wrapped his arms around her to try to comfort her as she cried. "Easy Abby, easy. It’s okay," he softly told her as he sought control of his temper.

It took several minutes, but eventually Abby regained control of herself. She looked up at Dan’s face and mouthed a silent ‘thank you’ to him.

"It’s okay Abby. I’ll take care of this for you, I promise," he quietly said to her as he released his hold on her. "Are you up to continuing?"

Abby nodded her head and reached for the mug book. She didn’t break down this time when she looked at Madison’s picture. With her jaw clinched in resolution, she turned to pages to continue her search.

Dan stayed with her the rest of the morning after she finished with the books he had brought. He was disappointed she hadn’t found pictures of the other two men, but was extremely pleased when she confirmed that Madison had been the man the pimp had sent her to and who subsequently had beaten and raped her. This time when Five-0 caught him, he wouldn’t get out on bail.

Later in the day, Dan reported back to McGarrett that Abby had been able to identify only one of the men and how she had managed to scratch the man on both sides of his face during her fight.

"It sounds like she got her licks in even though she lost the fight." McGarrett had a slight smile on his face when Dan told him what Abby had done. He had Abby’s file in his hand as they discussed the case.

"Yeah," Dan replied. "This time though, Steve, I want to make sure Madison doesn’t get released on bail," he told the Five-0 chief emphatically.

"Don’t worry Danno. I’m sure Manicote will see to it that," McGarrett told him with assurance for Manicote had told him he’d make sure it didn’t happen again.

*****

Thanks to Dan’s persistence, all the necessary paperwork was quickly completed. Now Abby would live temporarily with Chin Ho Kelly and his family.

Mrs. Kelly visited Abby everyday. The two of them spent many hours talking of things that young girls chitchatted about with their mothers. Frequently she brought Tilda, her youngest daughter, or Alea, her oldest daughter, with her on these occasions and soon the three girls became fast friends.

When the final day came for Abby’s release from the hospital, the entire Kelly clan was there to pick her up. She knew she would need to come back in a few weeks for a check up, but other then that the doctors declared her to be in good health.

Dan visited Abby as much as his job would allow in the months that followed, with Chin keeping him informed on her activities when he couldn’t see her for any extended period of time. Slowly, her nightmares lessened and then stopped entirely.

Abby’s life finally started to return to a normal routine. Since she was the same age as Alea, the Kelly’s enrolled her in the same school. A good student, she attained high grades in all her studies and both she and Alea enjoyed many of the same interests. Frequently, she would go out on a date when Alea’s boyfriend brought along another friend. Slowly, she learned to become less afraid of boys and men, but she remained leery of any strange men if they approached her.

*****

The New Year’s celebration was well underway in Honolulu and the brilliant fireworks left a smoky haze in the air. The large Kelly family parked both of their cars at the Ala Wai Shopping Mall. Because they were planning on meeting up with two other friends, the parking lot proved to be a convenient spot to meet. Once everyone was there, they would walk over to the beach near the Aloha Tower where they plan to watch the festivities.

As the group watched the spectacular displays, Dan stood next to Abby and the girls of the Kelly family. Abby, herself, had asked him if he would come that night, which naturally, he couldn’t refuse her request. On the other side of Abby was her new boyfriend.

Months before, Abby had brought her current boyfriend, Tommy Okokala, to the Five-0 offices to meet McGarrett and Dan personally. Dan was pleased with the firm handshake he received from Tommy and the young man was in awe that his girlfriend was a friend of both Steve McGarrett and Dan Williams. After they talked, Dan treated the two young adults to lunch.

Everyone was awestruck by the fireworks, which at times were bright enough to light up the whole beach. As a dutiful father, Chin kept an eye on his family. When he saw how close Tommy and Abby were standing next to each, he silently walked up to Dan and tapped him on the shoulder. "Danny, looks like we’ve got a pair of real love birds here," he whispered as he nodded his head in the direction of the two teens.

"It sure does Chin," Dan replied with a fatherly type of pride.

It was almost 1 AM when the show finished. Tilda had fallen asleep in her father’s arms by the time the group reached the cars.

"Mr. Kelly and Mr. Williams, I’d like to drive Abby home, if it’s okay with you?" Tommy asked as they prepared to leave.

Dan smiled at the young man’s politeness. "Call me Dan, Tommy. You don’t need to be so formal."

"Yes, son, last names are just to formal between friends," Chin added after he placed his youngest daughter in the backseat of the car. "I have no objections of you taking her home," he said as he turned to Dan. "What about you Danny?"

"You were planning on driving right home, right?" Dan questioned the boy.

Tommy coyly looked over at Abby before he answered. "Well…I thought since school doesn’t start until next week, we’d go over to Makapu’u Point to watch the sun come up," he stated in the best adult voice and tone he could muster. "That is, if it’s okay with you two," he quickly added.

Neither Dan nor Chin said anything as they smiled at each other at the young man’s request. For a second or two Tommy was positive that they had turned him down the offer. Just when he thought he couldn’t face the rejection any longer, Dan spoke up.

"Okay Tommy. But, I expect her to be home by 7 AM. I don’t want to have to come looking for you two. Do you understand that?" Dan informed the young man in a mock sternness.

"Same here," Chin added after he had gently placed Tilda in the back seat of his car.

Both Abby and Tommy gleamed with happiness at the approval of the late night date. "Thanks Mr. Williams…er…Dan and Chin. I’ll make sure she’s home well before then. Sunrise is at 6:45 AM, or so the paper says," Tommy informed the two men. "And I promise no hanky-panky either," he quickly added as he held onto Abby’s hand.

"Okay kids. Have fun and be careful," Chin told them as he got into his car. Mrs. Kelly and the rest of the Kelly clan, who were still awake, waved to them as the cars departed.

Dan walked with the two teens over to Tommy’s old Buick. Being a gentleman, he held the car door open for Abby as she got in and then closed it for her.

"Thanks again Mr. Williams," Tommy told the detective as he positioned himself behind the steering wheel and buckled his seatbelt. He glanced over at Abby and gave her a smile when he noticed that she had also buckled up.

"That’s Dan, remember. And have fun," Dan reminded Tommy as he stepped back away from the car.

Dan waved and stood there at bit as he followed the car’s path out of the parking lot before he headed over to his own car. Although he felt a fatherly protectiveness over Abby, he wasn’t worried that Tommy would harm her. He liked how the boy had asked permission and told them what his plans were for the date.

*****

Tommy was very proud of his car. It wasn’t new by any means, nor was it a souped up car like a lot of his friends owned. His parents had made him earn his car by doing various chores for his family and neighbors, along with putting in long hours at his family’s grocery store. Because of this pride, he took time to keep it clean and polish and in good repair.

Abby, at first, had seated herself next to the passenger side door. But as they drove towards Makapu’u Point though, she slid over next to Tommy. She felt comfortable around him because he always treated her with respect. When she first told him what had happened to her, she was afraid that he might reject her, but he didn’t and had actually expressed a deep concern for her.

When she finally told him, Tommy could only feel an intense anger at these men. ‘How could anyone do such a thing to her,’ he thought to himself, his heart filled with great compassion for her. In his eyes, Abby was a very brave woman and he wanted to be with her, not just as a friend, but as the man who had found the love of his life. His Christian upbringing prevented him from trying things his other friends would have done on such a date. His only intentions this morning was to watch the sunrise with his ‘someone special’.

When they reached the Point, Tommy parked the car. Getting out, they walked over to the old stonewall. There the cool ocean breeze waft across the rocks and played with Abby’s long hair.

There at the edge the two teens talked about the future and how each one had certain desires they wanted to accomplish in their young lives. As they talked they watched the moon slowly cross the dark heavens. The dark Indio blue sky seemed to make the moon glow brighter, almost a silvery color, set off by thousands of stars that sparkled like diamonds. As the moon slowly sank beyond the horizon to their west, the ocean below seemed to reflect back the beauty of the moon. Enveloped in a predawn darkness now, they waited for the sun to rise. When the sun finally began to crest the mountains it turned the remaining clouds into a colorful canvas of bright pinks and oranges. So engrossed in the shimmering colors of the sunrise, they didn’t hear the other car as it stopped next to theirs.

*****

In need of some easy money, Brett Madison secured a temporary job with the company handling the fireworks that night for the City of Honolulu. Things were going well for him until the owner caught him drinking and smoking near the explosives.

"Bret!" Nick Harrelson yelled when he saw the dangerous situation developing.

Caught in the act of doing something he knew he shouldn’t have, Bret allowed the liquor talk for him. "Yeah, what the hell do you want?" he said as he took another puff on his cigarette.

"I’ve warned you before NOT to smoke around here AND what the hell are you doing drinking?" Nick demanded, his temper growing shorter by the minute. Bret had caused him nothing but trouble from the beginning and now he was wondering why he ever agreed to hire him.

"I’m taking a break and I was thirsty. So what of it?" Bret replied belligerently.

"So crush that cigarette out and get out of here. You’re fired," Nick told him firmly as he took several threatening steps towards his now former employee.

A coward at heart, Bret quickly threw down his cigarette and stepped on it after he stood up. "Okay, okay. I’m out of here," he said quickly leaving the staging area for that night’s gala celebration.

Nick watched the man as he left and then made sure that he hadn’t left any live embers lying around. "I should have gotten rid of that bum a long time ago."

To drunk for rational thinking Bret Madison stormed off furiously. "How dare he fire me," he belligerently said spurting forth a volley of cuss words that made those any where near him give him wide berth as he made his way out of the secured beach area. "I’ll show him. I’ll show them all," he drunkenly muttered as he walked towards the Aloha Tower where people had started to gather for that night’s activities.

As he pushed his way through the growing crowd, he happened to get a glimpse of the girl that he had paid a friend to have sex with. He was drunk that night, as usual, and the alcohol shortened his temper even more. When the she resisted his advances that night, he lost had his temper. In a total fit of rage he had brutally beaten and raped the poor girl. Afterwards he dumped her body in some bushes along the edge of the beach and left her for dead.

He silently snarled when he recognized the two older men she was standing with. One of them was Dan Williams, from Five-0. He had been the officer who had arrested him a while back. Thankfully his lawyer had found a loophole and had arranged bail for him.

What he didn't know is if the girl had told them anything. Unwilling to be spotted by either of the detectives, he hid amongst the vast crowd. When she and the group she was with left, he decided to follow. He couldn’t believe his luck when he saw both the detectives depart, leaving only the young boy with his intended target.

A few days before he had bought a gun from friend and had never used a gun before as his crimes had always been of a much less violent nature. But the thought of facing years in prison had quickly changed his mind.

Thankful that his lawyer had secured bail for him, he was determined never to appear in that courtroom again. He also knew that when he didn’t appear for his trial, that the courts would put out a warrant for his arrest and would turned the case back over to Five-0.

He had been lucky for several months now and had been able to elude the law. When he didn’t appear for his court date, he knew the law would look for him and that the normal means of exiting the Island would be alerted to watch for him.

As Brett followed the old Buick, he mind ran through several ways that he might be able to take the girl. When he saw the old car pull off the road and park near the point, he drove by, checking to see if anyone else was in the area. Luck seemed to be with him that night, for he noticed that no other cars were at the point. A convenient turn off further down the road gave him the opportunity to turn around. He turned off his headlights as he turned into the parking area. There he parked his car close to the old Buick. Silently Brett got out of his car and approached the two teenagers with his gun ready. "Hey you two!" he yelled at them after he had walked up next to the driver's door.

Both teens jumped when they heard the voice. Tommy immediately positioned himself between the car window and Abby in an attempt to protect her when he saw the gun. "What do you want?" he yelled back in a shaky voice.

Abby had recognized the man and quickly opened the passenger's door to get out in the attempt to escape this man. Terror filled her heart once more at the memories of what he had done to her only a few months prior.

"Stop right there girlie. I won't hesitate to shoot you if you try to run," Brett menacingly told her as he pointed the gun in her direction.

Abby froze half way out of the car, afraid to move least he fulfill his threat.

"You, slowly open your door and get out," Brett told Tommy while he pointed the gun back and forth between the two teenagers.

Tommy was scared, but more for Abby though than for himself. He didn't know what this man wanted but he was sure it wasn't anything good and he felt it was his duty to try to protect Abby, if he could, and threw her a sideways glance. Abby’s terrified expression clearly told him how scared she was. Slowly he opened the car door and got out but left the car door open.

It enraged Brett when he saw how Tommy had position himself between him and his intended victim. Before the boy could react, he slugged him across the left temple with the barrel of his gun. The force of the blow was hard enough to caused the boy to spin around. There was a sickening thud as his head bounce off the metal framing of the car door before he fell to the ground unconscious.

Abby scream when she saw Brett hit Tommy on the head. Frozen in fear, she didn’t move as she watched in horror as Brett repeatedly brought his gun down upon the boy. When he had finished, he looked up at Abby with an evil grin.

"Get over here girlie," Brett yelled at her after he stood back up pointing the gun at her.

Submissively and shaken, Abby slowly got out of the car and walked over to the man. As she stepped within range, Brett grabbed her and forced her arm behind her back as he pushed her towards his car. Once there, he forced her to the ground and placed his foot on her neck as he opened the trunk.

From within the trunk, Brett removed a length of rope and an old large raggedy dirty towel. Quickly, he tied Abby’s hands and feet together then gagged her with the towel. When he finished, he dragged her to the back door of the car and tossed her into the back seat. He didn’t want to take the chance that anyone might see her; so he went back to the trunk for a tarp to covered Abby with.

After Brett slammed the car door closed, he got in and drove the car a little ways from the other vehicle. As he exited his car, he began to formulate an idea of how to get his pleasures with the girl and how he would permanently silence her afterwards. He didn’t understand why he did it, but he dragged Tommy a few feet from the Buick before he returned to it. Carefully he took aim with his gun and pulled the trigger. The car erupted into flames as the slug from the .45 tore through the gas tank. A column of thick black smoke rose above as the flames lit up the morning sky.

The intense heat forced Brett to move back as he watched it. Satisfied, he turned and ran back to his car. The dirt shot out from under his tires as he floored the gas pedal as he left. He knew exactly where he could hide out for now thanks to Makua, a friend of his. Years back, Makua had discovered the old shack and frequently used it to escape his nagging wife and kids.

Abby thought back to the memories of the first two attacks, as she lay helpless on be back seat of the car. Her stomach tried to heave from the combination of the smell and taste of her gag and the thought of what now laid ahead. Tears ran down the side of her face, for she didn’t know if Tommy was alive or if she would ever see him again.

*****

Makua had been the first man to encounter Abby when she came to the Islands. Lazy by nature, he didn’t like to work too much so he was always short of money. He had been at the airport that morning to see if he could earn a buck or two when he offered to carry luggage out the waiting cars. That’s when he saw that this one girl was alone. The way she was dressed and acted he figured she must have a lot of money with her, so he decided to follow her as he ran to his car.

Hailing a cab, Abby instructed the driver to take her to the North Shore immediately from the airport. She wasn’t even going to bother with dropping off her luggage at a hotel first. As she rode to the North Shore, she thought of the fun she would have during this vacation. The money she had taken from her father’s safe should last her for some time. She didn’t even think about what would happen after the money was gone, only today mattered to her.

Makua saw his chance after the cab had dropped her off. This particular section of the beach was deserted that morning he noticed as he parked his car near by. Getting out of his car, he quickly walked toward the tall bushes where Abby had just set her luggage. There he held his breath and waited for his victim to get closer. Hidden on the other side of the bushes, Makua grabbed her as she walked by him viciously hitting her in the face with his fist. Brutally, he twisted her left arm behind her back to force her to go with him.

The attack was so sudden and furious it left Abby unable to think or react. The hard blow had split her lower lip and the side of her face stung. A purple swelling started to appear very quickly where the blow had landed. Thus stunned, she could only react as the man directed as he forced her into the nearby bushes.

There, the man forced her to the ground. Now straddling his victim, he proceeded to tear her cloths off her. Abby tried to fight him off, but this only angered Makua more. Enraged he began to beat the poor girl some more until she lost consciousness.

When she no longer resisted him, Makua proceeded to take his pleasures out on her for over an hour as he repeatedly raped her. After he was done, he began to savagely beat her once again for he liked how it felt when his fist hit the non-resisting flesh.

His lust and brutality satisfied he searched through her clothing. "Just as I thought, she had a lot of cash on her," Makua said as he counted the money. When he got up he took her suitcases, all of her ID and put them into his car. Without a second thought of his victim he had left behind, he drove off.

*****

Abby slowly regained consciousness several hours later. It seemed like every part of her body screamed in agony as she tried to move. Her head hurt like hell and she couldn't see out of her right eye, which was swollen shut. She felt ashamed when she sat up and realized that she had no clothes on. Slowly and painfully, she gathered the remaining scraps of her ruined clothes and put them on.

The pain she felt was excruciating but the thought and fear of the man returning forced her to her feet. Weakly she got to her feet and looked around. The waves looked so cooling to her as she walked over to them. But when the salt water hit her open sores, she screamed in pain and sank to her knees. Each wave brought more pain to her pummeled body, but the action of the water soon soothed her wounds. Dusk had fallen by the time she left the water.

Somewhat pain free, she gathered what strength she had and walked back to where she had left her luggage. To her horror, she discovered that they were gone. Wildly, she searched in the bushes and surrounding area, but didn’t find any trace of them. The effort had taken the last of her strength and she sank back into the sand exhausted and defeated.

"Now what am I going to do? That bastard took everything," she screamed. That’s when the little girl in her came out as she threw herself down on the sand and cried. Soon she was no longer able to keep her eyes open as exhaustion finally took over.

The sun warmed beach felt good to Abby’s aching body when she woke up. Her body still hurt bad as she slowly sat up. That's when the memories of the previous day came back full force and it took a several minutes for her to regain control of her emotions. Finally she was able to struggle uneasily to her feet.

"What am I going to do?" she said miserably to herself as she looked around. With no idea of where to head, she started off down the beach. As she walked a painful cramp hit her stomach reminding her of how hungry she was. She knew she needed something to eat and that meant she had to find a town. Gentle waves lapped the beach as she walked, the sand squeaking through her toes with each step.

It took her most of the day before she finally came to a small town. It wasn’t much of a town, just a few buildings and a couple of houses. On one side was the town with the beach directly across the road. Unsure how she could obtain something to eat, she walked up to the first building she came too. Brash, roguish laughter of men could be heard and it filled her with dread. Silently, she crept to the back of the building not wanting the men inside to see or hear her.

Cautiously, Abby walked over to one of the houses. From one of the open windows she heard a woman’s voice, which sounded so soft and kind. Memories of her mother’s voice came back to her. Unsure of what to do next, she just stood there, transfixed by the memories and the comforting voice she heard.

Suddenly the door nearest the window opened and an older heavyset Hawaiian woman stepped out. Startled, Abby took off like a scared rabbit for the trees at the edge of the yard. She didn’t stop until several trees and bushes were between her and the woman. Emotionally unsure what to do next; she turned around to watch the woman. The child in her yearned for the comfort of reassuring arms, which would hold her gently and make things right once more for her.

Kalania Munakea saw the running figure of the girl just as she stepped outside. "What the? Now who is she?" she said voicing her surprise dropping the basket of wet clothes she had planed to hang on the line to air dry.

‘The North Shore sure seems to attract a lot of young people this year’ she thought to herself. "Thankfully, most of them never ventured into the yard,’ she mused as she looked up and down the beach. She had seen many on the beach or in one of the stores, but fortunately, they seldom bothered the homeowners in her small town.

Once more Kalania visually searched her yard for the girl. Unsuccessful at spotting her, she shrugged her shoulders with a slight indifference, picked up the basket and walked over to the clotheslines. But a mother’s concern made her look again. The appearance of the girl bothered Kalania. Unsure what to do next she left the basket with the drying clothes and walked back into the house.

A few minutes later Kalania walked back outside with her three of her younger children. An attentive mother, she loved to watch her children, Mali, Lucy and Eileana, as they played and she kept her eyes on the young girls as they played over near the trees. She wasn’t worried that the girl would harm her children, but she just wanted to make sure nothing happened to them.

The game the three girls decided to play was a form of hide-n-seek and tag. Frequently the girls would run into the tree area and Kalania would have call out to them to remind them not to go to far.

Eileana, the oldest of the three, had run a little deeper into the wooded area. When she didn’t reappear immediately, Kalania called out to her. "Eileana! Where are you?" There was a tone of urgency in her voice.

"I’m over here Momma," Eileana responded. Her voice indicated that something was slightly amiss in the area where she was.

"Mali! Lucy! Come here," Kalania told her other daughters as she walked towards the wooded area where Eileana had gone. "Where are you Eileana?" she called out again with the other two youngsters in tow.

"Over here Momma," Eileana replied again as she walked out from behind a tree.

"What are you doing here?" Kalania asked her daughter walking up to her. She had taught her daughters to truthful and unafraid to tell her what they were doing.

"Look Momma," Eileana explained as she pointed towards a bush.

Hidden behind several of the bushes was Abby. She hadn’t gone very far and was hoping that the woman would go back inside so she could leave and maybe find some food in a garbage pail or somewhere.

Kalania was shocked when she saw the horrible condition Abby was in. "My god child, what has happened to you?" Her Hawaiian accent had a soft, comforting motherly tone to it. Slowly she reached forward and offered her hand to help Abby get to her feet.

Abby was scared. She didn’t know if she could trust this woman or not but allowed herself to be helped to her feet. Quickly she looked around for a way to escape.

Kalania saw the look of terror come onto Abby’s face and felt her heart melt with a concerned mother’s love for all children. She smiled as she squatted down to make herself smaller and less threatening to the girl. "You have nothing to fear from me. My name is Kalania and I would like to help you if you let me," she said in as soft and reassuring voice as she could. Her three daughters had moved to stand behind their mother. Mali, the youngest, eventually wiggled her way into her mother’s arms and stood there as she sucked on her thumb as she watched the visitor.

A shy smile appeared on Abby’s face and when she reached forward with her hand, Kalania gently took hold of it and started to guide her out of the woods to the back of her house. As they walked into the sunlight she noticed the horrible physical condition the young girl was in and had to struggle to hold back a gasp of shock.

Abby allowed herself to be led into the house where the woman sat her down at the kitchen table. Soon they were joined by more of the Munakea family and when Abby saw how many people where in the room, she started to panic again.

"Shush, go on. We don’t need a mob in here," Kalania said gently but firmly to the rest of her brood escorting them out of the kitchen.

As Abby started to relax, she looked around the large and very clean kitchen then back to the woman who had brought her here. Mali was like a little magnet as she held onto her mother’s muumuu and would peek out behind her to watch the visitor.

"Eileana, go get me a clean towel and wash cloth," Kalania instructed turning on the water at the kitchen sink. She wanted to take the chill out of the water before she tried to clean Abby up some. "Thank you honey. How about getting our guest some cookies and milk and for yourself and your sisters," she told her daughter when she returned.

When the water was ready, Kalania picked up the soap and dipped it and the washcloth into it as she worked up a soapy lather. Gently she rubbed the washcloth over Abby’s face being very careful around the swollen eye and lips.

Abby flinched a little at first but then relaxed at the gentle treatment. Once Kalania finished with her face, she allowed the woman to wash her neck and arms. Only when Kalania accidentally touched a sore on her side with her hand did she pull back.

Kalania waited a moment before she continued. "Honey, let me clean up the rest of your sores. I’ll bet as gentle as I can, but you need help," she pleaded with Abby keeping her voice calm and soft.

Abby nodded her agreement and allowed her hostess to unbutton the remnants of her blouse. At first she felt odd and a little bit ashamed sitting there half-naked in front of these strangers.

A small gasp of surprise escaped Eileana when she saw all the bruises on Abby’s body. "Momma."

"It’s okay Eileana. She’s been hurt and we’re trying to help her," Kalania softly said to her wide-eyed daughter.

Lucy’s eyes had grown large too as she sat at the table in silence. When Abby looked over towards her, she gave her a smile and a little wave.

"Eileana, go ask Lalani to come here for a moment," Kalania told the oldest of her three helpers and watched her slip from the kitchen to go get her oldest sister. She noticed that Abby had become a little bit nervous at the mention of someone else being asked to join them. "Don’t worry honey, Lalani is about your age. I’m going to ask her to bring you a blouse. Yours is damaged to be worn anymore," she said calmly as she continued to bath and clean Abby’s sores and abrasions.

Abby didn’t say anything but gave her a small smile of appreciation.

Mali, who had already eaten her cookie, picked up another one and brought it over to her mother. An obviously look of desire was in her eyes, but she knew she would have to ask first before she could have another one.

"Why don’t you offer that one to our guest Mali? I’m sure she’d like to have one too," Kalania told her with a smile as she gently caressed her head and pushed a stray lock of hair out of the young face.

With that Mali turned around to the stranger in her kitchen and held up the cookie to her. Abby smiled as she accepted the cookie and quickly ate it, afraid that the pro-offered food might be taken from her.

"Easy, don’t eat it so fast," Kalania said as she finished with the towel. The kitchen door opened so quickly when Lalani walked into the kitchen that both she and Abby jumped a little. Abby was about to jump up and run but Kalania’s firm hand on her shoulder told her to remain where she was.

"Oh, sorry Momma. Lucy said you wanted to see me," Lalani said as she closed the door behind her and her sister after they entered the kitchen. She smiled at the new girl who was about the same height and weight as she was. "Hi," she said a second later.

"It’s okay honey, this is my oldest daughter, Lalani," Kalania said as she draped the towel over Abby’s shoulders so that she wouldn’t feel so naked. "Lalani, go get one of your blouses. Hers is so badly torn that she can’t wear it anymore," she said with a loving smile.

"Sure Momma. Hey, what’s your favorite color?" Lalani ask Abby as she headed back to the door.

"Blue," Abby replied in a muted voice.

"Can I help too Momma?" Lucy asked as she looked up at her sister with hopeful eyes.

"Sure Lucy," Kalania told her daughter.

"Great. We’ll be back in a moment Momma," Lalani said and quickly left the room.

After the brief exchange with her daughters, Kalania went over to the refrigerator and brought out the makings for some sandwiches. She made several sandwiches and placed two of them in front of Abby.

Abby looked at them hungrily but didn’t touch them. She didn’t know if they were for her or not and was too shy and was slightly embarrassed to ask if they were.

"Please, help yourself," Kalania told her young guest who immediately dove into the sandwiches. "Hey, slow down," she said when she heard Abby choke a little after taking a very large bite. "Here, drink some milk with it. You don’t have to rush either, take your time."

Abby was close to tears as she ate. She never thought she could be so hungry and even though she never like bologna before, the sandwiches tasted so good to her right then.

Ten minutes later Lalani and Lucy returned with two blouses, two pairs of pants, some underwear and some shoes. "I know you told me only one blouse but I thought she’d like these," Lalani said.

"I picked out this one," Lucy told her mother with a giant smile on her face as she held up the pale blue flowered blouse.

"How nice Lucy and it’s so pretty," Kalania expressed with pride at how her children would want to share with someone less fortunate.

Abby’s eyes widen with wonder at the generosity being shown to her. Quickly she finished the rest of the second sandwich and carefully wiped her hands before she touched the clothes. She shot a questioning look towards Kalania who nodded her head with approval. Timidly, she chose the blouse that Lucy had picked out and carefully unbuttoned it before she slipped it on.

"Here, let her get changed without an audience," Kalania lovingly said as she flipped her hands to indicate that the others were to leave. "Go ahead and change into the other items," Kalania told her when the kitchen was finally empty of the younger members.

Abby was still hesitant. She wasn’t use to dressing in a kitchen and especially in front of strangers. After she looked around a little, she noticed a small room just off the kitchen.

"You can use that room if it makes you feel better," Kalania told her but remained where she was.

Abby gathered up the rest of the clothing and two more sandwiches that had been placed in front of her. After she entered the room, she closed the door behind her. The room was a small pantry but it had an average sized window on the wall, which was open to allow the cool breeze to come in. Her body protested as she changed into the new clothes.

When she was done, she tried the window would to see if it open more. With her escape route secured she silently gathered up the extra clothing, the sandwiches, a box of cereal and loaf of bread before she crawled out the window.

Kalania patiently waited in the kitchen as the girl changed. Several minutes past before she walked over to the door and softly knocked. "Miss. Miss. Are you okay?" When she didn’t get a reply, she slowly opened the door.

The room was empty, save the soiled clothing the girl had left behind. Sadly, she picked up the clothing and walked back into the kitchen.

Lalani had just walked back into the kitchen to see how the clothes fit. She was surprised when she saw her mother as she stood there with the other clothing. "What happened Momma?" she asked.

"Nothing. She apparently crawled through the window and has left," Kalania replied sadly as she looked back at the pantry. "I hope she’ll be okay," she added when she noted the blood soaked underwear and pants.

"Do you want me to try to find her?" Lalani asked her mother.

Kalania looked back at her daughter and smiled. "No. It’s okay," she said as she stuffed the clothing into a bag and placed it with the trash to be taken out later that day.

*****

Abby’s emotions were mixed. She didn’t like how she felt when she sneaked off, but she was still very afraid. The memories of the brutality she had recently experienced were just too fresh in her mind to allow herself to trust anyone. She appreciated the clothes and really felt badly about taking the food, but she was hungry.

Once free of the house, Abby reach the beach very quickly. The shrubbery along the way would offer her the protection she if she felt threatened. During the two weeks it took her to reach the edge of Honolulu, she had become very adept to living off the land, so to speak. For food, she learned how to go through the garbage containers behind stores and homes. When she found a hose, she would fill the two jugs she kept from one of her scroungings. She even found a ratty but usable blanket so she wouldn’t have to sleep on the bare ground.

The memories of her arrival to Hawaii were still too fresh in Abby’s mind, but the fear of people began to fade with each passing day. As she walked down Hotel Street, a seeder side of Honolulu, she discovered that there were several other people who, like herself, were down on their luck. These people soon became like a sort family to her. When a few of the men there tried to get rough with her, others would come to her rescue.

One particular young man, by the name of George, even taught her how to defend herself a little. He seemed to have a genuine interest in her as he always said hi to her whenever they met and would sometimes give her some money.

George, in his middle 30’s, had lost his job several years back because of a fight he’d had with his boss. Not an ambitious person at heart, he would rather earn money without any extra effort on his part and he knew of one sure way that always brought in very easy money. He knew prostitution was against the law and could carry stiff penalties if caught. But he didn’t plan on every getting caught.

Eight girls currently working for him and each one kept a portion of what they brought in and then gave him the rest. Naturally there were those rare occasions when unexpected expenses did occurred, such as bail or medical bills if someone got hurt. But in general, he thought he took excellent care of his girls.

The first time he saw Abby she still had a few bruises but they were disappearing quickly and he liked what he saw. Here was a very young attractive girl who could bring him in a lot of money. He knew how hard it was to live on the beach, so he carefully set forth to convince her that he could her friend.

Over a period of a few weeks he gradually he won her confidence, then one day he decided to test his plan with her. Abby soon started to enjoy being with him and she liked it when he bought her little items. Still a kid at heart, silly little toys could bring a squeal of delight from her.

Frequently she told him how she wished she could repay him for all the things he had done. That’s when he knew it was right time now to start to collect some of the money he had invested in her so far.

"Abby, I’ve got a favor to ask of you," George started as he put the bag of hamburgers in front of her.

"Oh?" Abby replied as she reached into the bag. She was very hungry that day as pickings had been very sparse.

"How would you like to earn some ‘real’ money? It’s fairly easy and wouldn’t take up too much of your time," George asked her as she ate.

Abby looked at him for a moment. Her mouth was so full that she had to chew quickly and swallow before she could reply. "How much money?" she asked after she took a drink of the soda he had bought with the meal.

"I don’t know, maybe two or three hundred. It sort of depends on things," he told her with a smile. He already had someone in mind for her first trick and the customer told him he would pay up to one thousand dollars for someone that was young and beautiful. And Abby filled the bill just right.

"Damn, what would I have to do?" Abby replied excitedly. Here was a chance to get back some of the money she lost. With that type of money, she could have the type of vacation she wanted.

"Well, I have a friend who wants someone to stay with him for a few hours. Now, he may ask you to do a few things for him and it may seem gross to you, but the more you do for him the higher he’ll pay you," George told her as he warmed up to the topic. At the word gross he though he might have lost her, but at the mention of more money, Abby’s eyes became larger and more excited.

"I won’t have to go to bed with him will I?" Abby asked worriedly. "I’m not quiet ready to do that," she half said and half thought to herself. "But if it gets me a lot of money, what could it hurt?"

"That will be up to you Abby, but like I said, the more you do the higher he’ll pay you," George reminded her with a glint in his eye. ‘She’ll do it. She’s ripe for the picking and this old geezer will pay real big bucks for a young chick,’ he told himself. "How about it? Are you willing to do it?" he asked her in a soft low voice.

Abby set the bottle down after the straw in the soda bottle made slushy sounds as she drew in the last of her drink. She liked the idea of the money and the job didn’t sound that hard to her. "Yeah. I want to do it," she informed him with a smile.

"Good. Here’s my phone number and a dime. Give me a call about six this evening. I’ll come and pick you up to take you over to him. Then when you’re done, you can call me again and I’ll bring you back," he informed her as he handed her the dime and a slip of paper with his number on it.

*****

At six o’clock on the nose, Abby called George. He told her met him at the hamburger joint where he had bought her lunch. From there, he took her back to his apartment. After she had taken a bath and cleaned herself up, she applied some of the beautiful smelling skin creams he had left for her to use in the bathroom.

"Abby, honey, come here."

"Yeah?" she answered questioningly as she walked into the room with the large towel wrapped around her.

George stood before an opened closet door and had taken several dresses out. They were lying on the bed when Abby walked into the room.

"Oh how beautiful George," she said as she gently touched one of the silky dresses.

"You like them?" He could tell by the big smile on her face that she liked the idea now. "Here, why don’t you try this one on," he told her as he picked up the silky blue hibiscus flowered dress.

"You mean I can wear it?" Abby squealed with delight as she held the dress up in front of her and looked at herself in the mirror.

"For you, anything, pretty lady," he crooned to her.

*****

George didn’t receive a call from Abby that night; instead she called him at 10:30 AM. There was an extremely large smile on her face as he drove her back to his apartment. The elderly man had been so kind to her last night. He made her feel so grown up. The next few men that George arranged paid her several hundreds of dollars for her pleasures.

She no longer needed to live on the beach. George had allowed her to live in one of the other apartments near by with another of his girls. Never did George bring a customer to their place and the girls were encouraged never to talk or compare customers between themselves nor with another customer.

Life seemed good to Abby. George had made sure that she and her roommate had enough to eat and fancy new clothes. She never needed to spend any of the money she earned unless there was something special she wanted.

Three weeks later, George called her over to his place. "Abby, I’ve got another gentleman who would like to have the pleasure of your company. I’ve known him for sometime and sort of owe him a favor and he’s willing to pay you two hundred dollars."

*****

Bailed out of the Honolulu jail, Brett Madison didn’t plan on sticking around the Islands for very long. Prison wasn’t in his plans and if he stuck around Dan Williams of Five-0 would make sure that he spent at least thirty years behind bars, if not more.

Jimmie Makua, a friend of his, had told him about this shack a few days before his release from jail. It wasn’t much of a shack, but it would do for now. His friend even supplied him with a few needed things, like food, for the first few days.

Although he didn’t pay any rent, he still had to watch his money. His current wages didn’t give him a lot of money to spend. One day, as he took his break at his job, he saw an old friend of his, George.

George happened to be there with Abby and another young girl. He really liked the looks of Abby and though how nice it would be to have sex with such a beautiful woman. Unsure of how tight his friend might have been with the girl, he decided to introduce himself to her.

"George! Is that you bruddah? Aloha, long time no see friend," Brett said when he walked up to their table.

"Hey Brett!" George replied a smile. "Yes, it’s been a while hasn’t it." Brett was one of George’s best customers before Five-0 busted him. He didn’t know his friend’s particular circumstances but hoped he would return as a regular.

"Who’s the pretty ladies with you?" Brett asked with a wink for each girl.

"This is Abby and Tonya," George told him as he pointed out each girl.

"I must tell you Abby that the beauty of that dress doesn’t do your face justice," Brett told her with a soft and gentle voice and a suggestive smile as he bent over kiss her hand.

Abby blushed at the attention she received from the stranger and smiled back at him. "Why thank you, kind sir," she told him in a fake type of southern accent as she tossed her hair off her shoulders.

"Brett, why don’t you give me a call later. I’d like to talk over old times," George told him as he handed him one of his business cards.

"Sure thing George. Later tonight then," Brett said as he winked once more at both girls before he walked back into the restaurant.

*****

Brett did call George later in the evening to remind him of a favor he had done for him several years back. Abby’s favors and companionship would be his payment. George agreed to wave his usual fee, but his friend had to pay Abby for her time. In the agreement was the use of one of George’s empty apartments, since his shack didn't appeal too much to him.

Abby had chosen a new outfit for the evening. Tonya styled her hair so that it fell in cascading curls down her back. To make herself feel extra special, she used a perfume given to her from a previous customer.

"Abby, you look beautiful," Brett said giving her a wolf whistle when he answered the door.

"Why thank you again," Abby said in a teasingly provocative southern accent after she had put her purse and light wrap on the chair.

The night began like any other night that Abby had before. Brett had been very gentlemanly with her at the start but all of a sudden, he turned into a raging bull. When she tried to protest, he became enraged and began to pummel her with his fists.

The more she tried to fight him the harder he would hit her. The memory of her last rape rushed back to her and this gave her more strengt