Ok let me start off by saying that this is my first attempt at a Hawaii Five-0 Fan Fic. I've written all my previous stories for the Lost Girl Fandom and I have become incredibly comfortable with the reviewers because it is always the same people. So now as I decide to venture out I am incredibly nervous about how my story will be taken. Also I want it to be made known that I know nothing about Hawaii, Doctors/Medical things, Russia, Paris, or Police Policies. However I am doing as much research as I can and trying to get everything right, despite all the research I'm sure I'll get something wrong and I apologize in advance for that.

Italics are flashbacks and those will end around chapter six.

Also I realize there is another Fan Fic about an Ex Wife of Steve's, but this story is not going to be anything like that. And I give enormous kudos to the author of that story because it is magnificent, and if you haven't read it, you should!

I hope you guys enjoy and please be gentle in the reviews.

Chapter 1

Joanna Beth Philips opened her eyes to the darkness. The room she was in was pitch black but she could make out the furniture spread throughout the room. The huge TV hanging above the fireplace, the couch to the left of the fire place, the various small trinkets sitting here and there, the large pictures hanging all over the walls, and the huge bed she slept in with its silk sheets and huge pillows. She glanced at the alarm clock sitting on the bedside table, the bright red numbers hurting her eyes in the dark room. Three eighteen the numbers read. Jo rolled gently to her back being very careful not to wake the small child that slept next to her. Her eyes scanned the ceiling as she heard the voices that had woken her, voices emanating from downstairs, not loud, but just enough for her to hear people speaking. She rolled to her side, facing her small son. Her hand came up and she gently stroked her son's small tear stained cheek. He'd had a bad dream earlier in the night, that's why he was here now. She let her fingers softly stroke his short black hair as her mind traveled back to a happier time.

"My name is Steve." He smiled a large toothy grin and stuck out his hand. Jo smiled back at the older boy. At nearly 9 years old Joanna was starting to think her daddy had lied to her when he told her boys had cooties.

"I'm Joanna, but you can call me Jo. I live right there." Jo pointed to her house shaded by some trees and nodded as she said the words.

"I'm right here." Steve said jerking his head toward the house behind him. Jo nodded and stuck her hands in her pockets. A squealing girl came running from the house Steve had identified as his. She ran right toward them and smiled a huge smile.

"I'm Mary! You just moved in across the street right!? Our dad's are going to be working together. I'm so excited to have someone else here to play with besides Steven." Mary smiled. Jo smiled as the girl rambled on.

"Mare, slow down, you're going to scare her away." Steve chuckled.

"How old are you?" Mary asked wiggling her eyebrows.

"I'll be nine in one month." Jo smiled. Mary frowned.

"Well you won't be in my grade, but you might be in Steve's." Mary smiled.

"Joanna Beth!" her father called from the door. Jo jerked around, her brown hair whipping across her face.

"I got to go." Jo smiled at the brother and sister.

"Nice to meet you." They said at the same time. Jo smiled and waved as she ran back toward her house.

That was the first time Jo had met Steve and Mary McGarrett. She'd never forget that day. She and her father had just moved in across the street. She didn't know that day that they would become her two closest friends. Mary, her best friend, the person she confided in for many years, a shoulder to cry on, and listen to her 'girl problems.' Then there was Steve, he was like the big brother she never had. He watched over her like he did Mary and he protected her, and that's what she had needed. That's what she needed now. Those friends she desperately missed. She was strong though, she was not weak and she was going to make it through.

"Give me that and quit being a prick Steve." Jo said jerking her phone from Steve's hands.

"I'm not being a prick, I'm keeping that jerk from hurting you." Steve said pointing to her phone. Jo sighed and shrugged as she looked down at her screen and read over the messages. Jack Wilson was Steve's age and a boy that Jo really liked. The first boy who'd shown interest in her since she'd hit her awkward stage at 13. She was tall, lanky, and wore braces, none of the boys had liked her except for Jack.

"He likes me Steve." Jo smiled softly, hoping to warm his heart in her favor.

"I get that Jo, but he's a jerk and all he's going to do it use you." Steve said.

"Let me make my own decisions Steve." Jo pleaded.

"When you can make smart decisions, then maybe I'll lay off." Steve said before he turned and walked out the door. Jo made a frustrated huff and flopped back on her bed.

Jo smiled to herself and shook her head as she thought about the many times Steve McGarrett had tried to control her. He never succeeded and that only ended up frustrating him more. As they'd gotten older they'd argued more and been at each other's throats several times, but Steve and Mary were always there for her, especially after her father died.

Steve's arm was wrapped tightly around her shoulders, Mary's arm was tucked around her waist. Both McGarrett's comforting a distraught Jo. She didn't know what she would do without her father. He'd been the only family she'd had left and now he was dead. She didn't know why, all she'd been told was he was killed in the line of duty. Which could mean anything. Her tears flowed freely as her father was lowered into the ground and her shoulders shook with the force of her crying. Steve's grip on her shoulders tightened and he squeezed her shaking body into his side, holding her and protecting her.

Jo sat up in the bed as the alarm clock changed to six am. She slipped out of the bed and walked into the bathroom where she slipped off her night gown and pulled on a t shirt and jeans. She walked back into the bedroom and opened the door, before turning back to the bed. She bent down and lifted her sleeping boy into her arms. She cradled his small body against her chest and tucked his head into her neck. She pulled her blonde hair forward and draped it over his eyes so the lights in the hallway didn't wake him. She stroked his head as she walked out of the room.

"So you're leaving?" Jo asked looking Steve up and down as he stood with his bags in his hands.

"Yeah, we have to." Steve said glancing over his shoulder as Mary carried her bags down the front steps. Tears peeked in the corners of Jo's eyes as she watched her best friends load the vehicle.

"Don't do that Jo." Steve said shaking his head. He put his bags down and pulled her into a hug.

"I'm not crying, it's just something in my eye." Jo said wrapping her arms around his back.

"Sure." He said. She could hear the cocky smirk in his voice. She pinched his back and he jerked away with a laugh.

"Ow." He feigned hurt. Jo smirked and crossed her arms over her chest as he lifted his bags and slipped them in the car. Mary came around the car, big tears rolling down her cheeks. Jo held her arms out and Mary buried her face in her neck. Jo broke down as she heard her friend's sobs.

"I'm going to miss you guys." Jo said as more tears rolled.

"Kids, time to go." John McGarrett called from the door. Jo and Mary broke apart and wiped away each other's tears, chuckling as they did so.

"I'll call you every night." Mary said.

"Ditto." Jo said. Mary briefly hugged her once more and turned to the car before she broke down again. Jo faced Steve and he smiled.

"Come on." He waved her forward. Jo chuckled and put herself in his arms again. She felt safe and warm against his chest, like it was the place she belonged.

"Stay safe." Steve said. Jo nodded and they broke apart.

"We'll see each other again." He said wiping away a falling tear as it rolled down her cheek with the pad of his thumb. Jo nodded and Steve leaned forward and slipped his hand on the back of her head. He pulled her forward and placed a kiss against her forehead.

"Bye Steve." Jo whispered.

"See you soon Jo." He smiled. He turned and slid into the car. Jo stood still as the car backed out of the driveway. She found herself waving like an idiot as the car disappeared down the road.

Jo walked into her son's room and gently eased him onto his bed. She covered him up and turned his night light on even though day light was breaking. She exited his room quickly and made her way down the large sweeping staircase and into the foyer. She still heard the voices as she made her way past the living room and into the kitchen which was right below her bedroom. Her husband stood there, chatting away with one of the bodyguards.

"Morning." Jo said. Nicolai Kamlov turned around and a large smile spread across his young handsome face. His black hair was styled perfectly atop his head and his blue eyes shone with the smile.

"Good Morning Sophie." He said. His Russian accent was thick and Jo found herself smirking as usual. Sophie, that was the name she'd given herself when she'd left Hawaii. Hoping that no one would be about to track her down if she changed her name. She was right, it'd been nearly three years since she'd left Hawaii and she hadn't heard from anyone since leaving.

"Nico, I need to take Luke to get a new night light today. His is fading, I think that is why he's having bad dreams."

"Yeah, sure baby." He smiled and crossed the floor. He pulled her against his chest and kissed her cheek gently. One of the few times he was gentle was when he was with her and Luke, even then it was rare, very rare.

A/N: I hope you guys enjoyed the first chapter. Love and happiness to you all.