Hawaiian Blood

by Devil Spice

A mass killing at a diner leads two L.A. Homicide Detectives to Hawaii in search of their lone witness and in the process they meet up with Hawaii's elite 5-0 task force and become embroiled in the business of the Russian Mob. As tensions rise, along with the body count, they realize that they just might not make it home.

1. Chapter 1

Hi Everybody! This is a work of fiction. I do not own any character or anything from Five-0 unless it is of my own making. The characters I do own are my LA Detectives and their families and friends (along with anything directly related to them). These are characters that I have been working on for the better part of fifteen years or more and they are labours of love. They have evolved greatly over the years. I had written another story with them in the Criminal Minds world but could not finish the story. So here I am, putting my beloved characters out there for you to read about. Hope you enjoy!

PROLOGUE

The sun was coming up over the horizon and the man cam running out of the store front. He was breathing heavily and he was covered in blood. He looked down at his hands with wide eyes and then took off running across the street. There was nobody around that he could see and he reached his car and fumbled for his keys. He dropped them on the ground and swore at himself. He bent over, picked them up and managed to unlock the door. He jumped inside and quickly started the vehicle. He took off at as fast a pace as he could make his car go and he was beginning to hyperventilate.

He pounded the steering wheel a few times with frustration and anger at what had just happened. He could feel blood dripping down from his right temple, down his cheek until it hit his chin. He shivered at the thought that it wasn't his blood. He was freaking out.

Twenty minutes later he barrelled into his driveway, jumped out of the car without turning it off and he had left the door wide open. He ran into the house and went straight for his closet in his bedroom. He took out the suitcase and began throwing clothes into it. He grabbed supplies from the bathroom and threw them into the bag too. He quickly zipped it up and hauled it out to the door. Then he ran into the kitchen and grabbed bottles of water and some food out of the fridge and the cupboards and threw it into plastic bags. He put them by the door and then finally grabbed his lap top, his extra cash supply and anything else he thought he would need. He picked everything up and packed it in the car and then took off for wherever. He had no idea where he was going, he just knew that he had to leave.

END OF PROLOGUE

Hope you enjoyed the beginning. Now comes the good stuff.