Disclaimer: I do not own the characters from Hawaii Five-O, Stargate Atlantis, or Royal Pains. I do adore them and enjoy writing about them :) I also do not own any of the song lyrics that I have referenced (in italics). Again, I enjoy these songs and thought they fit well (after long deliberation with a friend of which one to use). I do, however, own my O/C Rorianna.

Also, this story should not be read if you have hesitations about polynamic relationships or man love as it will include both.

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Series one, chapter one:

This time, this place, misused, mistakes.

Too long, too late,

Who was I to make you wait

Just one chance, just one breath,

Just in case there's just one left.

'Cause you know, you know, you know…

Rorianna Rivera watched the trailer house carefully. Cautious not to let her guard down or let her emotions interfere with logic. All she could hear was the pounding of her heart. The red and blue lights tinted everything around her and she had to remind herself to breath. She couldn't focus since she'd gotten the call. One of her agents, her ohana, was in trouble.

She wasn't prepared for this. She should be, but she wasn't.

She tried to think if Detective Danny Williams had mentioned a lead or case he was working on. Nothing came to mind. She knew for sure that she hadn't assigned him anything through her task force, Five-O. She was damn pissed at him for coming here alone.

Why hadn't he taken someone with him, damnit!

"Rori!" Commander Steve McGarrett's voice broke through her bubble of shock. "Is he in the house?" he asked as he approached with Colonel John Sheppard and Dr. Hank Lawson. Together, with Danny and herself, they made up the entirety of her Albuquerque based task force. The entirety of her family.

John and Steve were both prepared, already wearing their tack vests and armed for war. Between the two of them they more than compensated for her lack of experience.

She could tell they were holding back the same flood of emotions that she was, but, if she didn't know them as intimately as she did, she would only see their stoic military exteriors.

"Is he in the house or not, Rorianna?" John asked.

"I don't know," she said, forcing herself to focus. "He called for backup twenty minutes ago. His car is here, but I haven't been able to reach him. The neighbor reported that there were shots fired inside the home about fifteen minutes ago."

"Why are we standing here?" Steve said. It was hard for him not to be in charge, she knew that. She'd known it would be when she first asked him and Danny to come to Albuquerque. But, he trusted her.

"The first officer on scene attempted to make contact, left his rookie in the car and went straight to the door. He took a head shot," she said. "The Chief ordered me to wait for SWAT."

"Are you okay?" Hank asked. Rori nodded. She still wasn't sure.

"What are we gonna do, boss?" Steve asked. It was his way of showing that he was ready to support her decision, no matter what it ended up being.

"We have to assume that Danny was inside and has been hit. He doesn't have time for us to wait for SWAT," she said. "We're cutting the power and going in." She pulled her .45 out of it's holster and flicked the safety off. "Hank, get behind Steve's truck and wait for us to call you."

"Yes ma'am," Hank replied and headed back to the truck.

"Chavez," she said into her radio.

"Yeah," Chavez replied. He was barely two weeks out of the academy. The kid was scared to death.

"Cut the power," she ordered.

The house and street went dark, lit only by the red and blue lights of the police cars. John and Steve flanked her, weapons at the ready, as she headed for the door. The adrenaline had kicked in, or was that the shock still? Either way, she felt controlled and calm now.

Rori and John stepped to either side of the door as Steve kicked it in and she led them inside. They were in perfect sync as they switched on their tactical lights.

They rounded the corner into the kitchen where a man stood over the sink with the water running. Rori spotted a very familiar pair of shoes sticking out from behind the island counter and they were frighteningly still. Her heart skipped a beat and sunk into her stomach.

"Five-O, put your hands up where I can see them and turn around slowly," she commanded, fighting off a wave of fear and anger.

The man didn't turn, instead he glanced over to the counter where his gun lay.

"Don't even think about it!" Steve warned. The edge in his voice caught Rori a little by surprise. He was supposed to have total control. He was a Navy Seal, he couldn't lose control, he was programmed not to.

Maybe that's what love does to you.

"Turn around," John repeated Rori's command. She heard the anger in his voice too. Again, she was a little caught off guard by it. John was Special Forces, she'd never seen him be anything but controlled, even the night he'd found her bleeding out on her kitchen floor. She brought her focus back. The man still wasn't responding.

"You can leave here in cuffs or a body bag, it's your choice," Rori growled.

The man finally turned around with his hands up above his head. John let his P90 hang from the strap on his vest as he moved in to cuff the man. John shoved him down to his knees as soon as the cuffs were secure. Rori and Steve holstered their guns and rushed to Danny's side.

He was slumped against the counter with at least three gunshot wounds in his chest.

"Danno!" Rori exclaimed as she dropped down next to him and searched for a pulse. There was none. Steve helped her pull Danny to the floor and she started chest compressions.

"Danny, don't you die on us, babe," Steve said as he gave Danny a light slap on the cheek, as if trying to wake him up. She'd seen them do that to each other a thousand times.

"He's already dead, bruh," the man said from where he was cuffed a few feet away.

"John, get him out of here!" Rori said between gritted teeth as Steve leaned in to give Danny a rescue breath. "Steve, go clear the house and get Hank."

John drug the man to the door without a word but Steve hesitated a second before heading off into the house with his gun drawn again. John returned a moment later with Hank and Steve in tow.

"Oh god," Hank said as he began assessing Danny's condition.

"That doesn't give me a vote of confidence!" Rori said.

"Well, it doesn't look good," Hank replied as he ripped Danny's shirt open.

"The ambulance is still five minutes out," John reported.

"Rori, stop compressions," Hank said.

She made eye contact with him and he gave a small nod. She pulled her hands back from Danny's chest and watched as Hank fed a tube down Danny's throat and attached a big, blue bulb to the end. He handed the bulb over to Steve and began preparing his portable defibrillator.

Steve and Hank worked in perfect unison to try and get Danny back. Rori could see the fear in their eyes as they alternated between shocking him and squeezing the blue bulb to give him oxygen.

It felt like an eternity before the paramedics arrived to assist Hank.

"Dr. Lawson, what do we have?" one of them asked.

"Multiple gunshot wounds, he's been down no longer than twenty minutes," Hank reported.

They jumped in to help Hank, edging Steve out of the way. Steve and John's palms were cold with a nervous sweat as they held each of her hands and the three of them watched helplessly.