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011 i'm sorry
Sitting on the floor, Maleea wondered how it was she constantly ended up in these situations. When she had gotten the call out to inform the police of what was happening, she hoped they would bring Five-0 in, complete faith in her team. Her eyes scanned the room, firstly landing on Jay, the blonde seemed calm in the situation, but as he turned and looked into her eyes she could see he was scared. She sent him a small smile, and squeezed his hand softly in a reassuring manner. The blonde smiled back, grateful for the gesture. The room was heating up, sweat beginning to head on Maleea's forehead. "I'm sorry, but, sir -" the woman sitting next to the brunette began speaking. "No talking!" Their captor shouted back at them. "Please, I'm hypoglycaemic. My husband went to get me a snack when - if I don't eat something soon, I'm gonna pass out." She informed him.
Maleea instantly jumping into action, reached over and grabbed a snack bar from Jay's pocket, unwrapping it and handing it to the woman next to her. "Here, eat this." The brunette smiled softly at the lady. "Everyone keeps completely quiet. Got it? Disobey that order and I will hurt you. That's a promise." The man spoke to the group aggressively before moving back to check out the windows again, paranoia becoming obvious. "I'm sorry." Maleea heard from the blonde man next to her, furrowing her brows, she turned to face him. "For what?" She questioned quietly, he chuckled humourlessly. "The only reason we're even here is because of me. You wanted to just stay in bed all day. And in hindsight, we should have." He whispered back, the girl grinning at how cute the man facing her was. "Jay, it's not your fault, okay. I wanted to stay in bed because I was lazy, this was fun to start with, you can't control someone taking us hostage." She rolled her eyes sarcastically, leaning into him to show she didn't blame him.
The woman to Maleea's left started going downhill fast. The woman began sweating profusely and started to droop as she lost consciousness. "Hey, hey!" Maleea got the man's attention standing up, immediately he became defensive. "Please! She needs help! She's not well!" The brunette woman pleaded with the man in front of her, pointing to the woman behind her, who was showing to be unwell. "Shut up and sit down! Now! You don't wanna make me angry!" The man shouted back at the brunette, now, in hindsight, she probably should have just sat down, but the fact that someone was in desperate need of help and she physically couldn't do anything about it was tearing Maleea apart inside.
They heard a bang come from outside, in a second the man had his arm around Maleea, pulling her along with him towards the sound. Jay reacted immediately, standing from his spot and moving towards them. Maleea felt metal press to her temple as the man turned to face Jay. "Sit down now, if you want to keep her safe." The blonde man having an internal battle looked to the brunette woman who nodded indicating for him to comply. "I'm okay." She nodded shakily, tears welling in Jay's eyes as he sat back down. "Who's out there." The man shouted, pulling Maleea along with him again. "Who's out there!" He repeated. "I swear, if you come in here, I'll kill all of these people!" His voice echoing in the brunette woman's brain, scolding herself for allowing things to get this far.
A man opened a door behind them, the pair whipping around. "Hands up!" He shouted, Maleea raised her eyes and felt instant relief. Steve's eyes meeting hers, tears begging to well in her eyes at seeing the man in front of her. "Hey." He raised his hands above his head, doing as he was told. "Don't shoot man. I was - I was - I got lost looking for the bathroom, I don't understand. What's happening?" Steve played the innocent routine, looking around the room to survey the situation. "Hat off." The captor instructed, adjusting his arm so he could have hold of Maleea whilst still pointing the weapon at the Commander of Five-0. Steve took the hat off his head, returning his hands to where they were. "Hands behind your head."
"Please - please don't shoot me." Steve pleaded. "Turn around." The brunette man, spinning, doing as he was told. "On your knees." Maleea's heart began to race. She was scared, for the hostages, for Jay and for Steve. She could hear the organ pounding in her ears it was deafening, it was beating against her chest, a pain began in her skull. The heat making her feel confined, trapped and struggling for air, she began heaving in breaths, her chest rising and falling. Pulling Maleea over, he pat Steve down, before lifting him from the collar, he threw Steve into the group of hostages, the brunette landing next to Jay. Maleea was next to be thrown into the group, as she stumbled over both Jay and Steve raised their arms to catch the girl as she fell. She landed on her bum, certain it would bruise from the harsh impact. "Sit down and shut up." The man demanded before he began pacing again.
"Are you okay?" Steve whispered, grabbing Maleea's chin softly, forcing the woman to look at him, his eyes searched her face fore any physical form of harm. "I'm fine." She spoke bluntly, moving her face out of his touch. "How did you get up here and why did you think it was a smart choice to make yourself a hostage?" Maleea questioned, raising her brows. "Well, unlike you, I know who he is and what's going on. So I really don't think you should be questioning me. You're just shitty because your date got interrupted and now I'm here. Oh, yeah, I know about that." Steve whispered back harshly, Maleea rolling her eyes once again. "It wasn't a secret, and I'm not shitty that you're here, it just does us no good for you to be sat here with us." Maleea mumbled, turning away from the man who just seemed to constantly find a way under her skin.
When she turned herself away from Steve, she noticed the woman from before breathing heavily and falling forward, in a flash, the brunette was on her feet and moving over to the woman. "Are you okay?" The brunette asked the woman. "Hey! No talking!" The man pointed his weapon at the brunette - who flipped him off and turned back to the woman in need. Steve stepping in, he moved over to the brunette, one hand on her back - Jay watching the situation uneasily, still unaware of who the man was - the other hand raised to their captor. "I don't think she's well. I think she's sick man. Look, take a look at her." Steve spoke from behind Maleea, who's sole focus was on the woman in front of her. "Are you okay?" She repeated softly, grabbing a hold of the other woman's hand.
"She's fine." The man responded, waving them off. "I'm okay." She insisted, loud enough for him to hear, hoping it would calm the situation down. It didn't. "Can't we get some water at least?" Steve asked, angering the man who took a step forward, weapon raised. "What part of no talking, do you not understand?" He boomed, Maleea flinching at the volume of his voice, Steve noticing, his hand immediately moving from her back to her waist, rubbing soft circles into her skin where her shirt had raised slightly, to calm her down.
She just prayed that Danny, Chin and Kono would be able to get them out of this soon.
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chapter twelveeeeeee is here, i'm sorry for the delay, i've been super busy, i'm also sorry this chapter isn't great, but, i'm really tired, so i hope it's an okay one! as always, let me know what you think! 🤍
