Author's Note: This is my first Hawaii Five-0 fanfic. I am not used to writing these characters, but hopefully you like it. I would love all suggestions.

Please review. Especially tell me what you like and what you don't like!

Tears of Black

By: Alexandra

Disclaimer: I neither own Hawaii Five-0 nor make money off of this fanfic.

"You didn't have to, really," Hana said, her head almost glued to the glass window as she peered out into the view. Bright headlights and flickering, lopsided store signs twinkled in her eyes. She scurried inch by inch as far she could away from the driver's seat. The man nodded, his fingers tapped intensely on the steering wheel.

"No problem," he said, a smirk tugging up at his lips. "No problem," he repeated to himself, glancing out the window. His jaw was stiff and hard, his eyes focused on anything they landed on. While somewhat comforting, deep down Hana could barely pass words by the growing lump in her throat.

He looked over at her, and softened, the small school portrait looking down at him. "How old are you?" he asked.

"Twenty," she replied in mere mumble.

"That's my daughter," he said in a quick attempt to lighten the stiff air. "She's thirteen, but man she's-she's gonna kill me one day." Hana couldn't be bothered to answer, but she couldn't help a small smile. "Sometimes I look at her and think wow, you know? Like one day she was this high," he said, sticking out his hand. "Now she's this friggen' high!" His arm raises.

Hana straightened in the chair and looked over at him, and nodded.

"Danny," he introduced.

"Hana."

"Right. Well, Hana, nice to meet you."

Hana stayed quiet in her own bubble before she sunk back down into the seat. Every so often, Danny would glance over, but Hana would still be looking out the window or out in her own mind. He just drove and drove aimlessly, not knowing where to bring her. Did she even have somewhere to go? Undoubtedly, she wasn't from here, but the girl gave quite a cold shoulder. Her exterior was harsh. Even when the group of punks were harassing her and she ducked away, she still looked harsh.

"You can drop me off anywhere."

"Nah! I can drop you at home. If that's what you want," he offered, looking back at her. For the first time, they locked eyes until she directed them elsewhere. Silent as ever, she avoided explaining much more. "Come on! Where do you live? Do you have a friend's house or-"

Unless you can ship me back to Rhode Island, she thought.

"Anywhere is fine. Really. Please." Danny sighed, and went back to tapping his wheel.

"I can give you a place to stay," he says, the picture of Grace embedded into his head.

"I was always taught not to trust strangers."

"Well, that makes perfect sense. Right, well you'd be happy to know I am not just a stranger, but a cop. A detective."

"A cop that is a stranger, yes?" Hana peaked out of her shell and teased,

"Yeah, yeah."

A pillow nearly startled Hana as it was thrown down on the couch cushion next to her along with some sheets that carried the strong order of storage. There were an abundant number of holes to the point Hana even questioned how they could be sheets. But he was a man. Men barely knew much about housekeeping and what's acceptable and what's not. Hana smiled to herself, and said, "thank you."

"Now, if I come and kill you in your sleep, you gotta promise not to tell anyone," Danny joked, but regret followed. He patted her back, but she quickly grabbed his hand. Her fingers lightly caressed over the knuckles, blood staining her fingertips.

"You got hurt."

"It's nothing. Now sleep. We'll work something out in the morning." Danny attempted to get up, but Hana held a firm grip on his hand, eyeing the one bloody knuckle.

"Does it hurt?"

"Yes, of course it hurts! See? I'm even crying over it! No, it doesn't hurt. I'm a cop," he said as he yanked his hand back.

"My boyfriend," Hana started. "His knuckles use to bleed pretty badly,"

"What was he doing punching walls?"

"I use to have to wrap them each time."

"Where is this boyfriend of yours? Why aren't you with him? Instead, you're sitting on my couch-"

"He lives in Boston."

Hana avoided saying more, and went to tear her shirt, but Danny rested a hand on hers. He got up, and patted her back before saying, "goodnight. We'll talk in the morning…when this all makes sense."

Hana nodded, secretly feeling a bit relieved she didn't have to sleep in a dusty, abandon mini mart, coughing up dirt and constantly watching her back. She cuddled the rest of the hole covered sheets and sunk down into a night of sleep.