A/N: So here is the beginning of another story I started...oh when the third Sherlock series ended. So a year ago? Two years? And I've never gotten any farther than this. I have ideas to carry on. A whole scene where Sherlock goes off and a tangent and Danny just replies with 'no shit sherlock', because it seems like something Danny would say. Mei has read it and given me a lot of input on it, and yet, this is still all I have.

So if you are a fan of Sherlock, or Hawaii Five-O, or both and have something to say to motivate me to write more, please leave a comment. If not, well, I hope you like this, if this is all it ever ends up being, and stay tuned for more random little story snippets that have been laying dormant for the past little while but that I want to put out there in the universe just to give them a little light.

Thank you so much for reading!

Chapter 1: Wide Awake and Fast Asleep

Commander Steve McGarrett was woken up from a dead sleep, and his reoccurring nightmares, to the sound of his phone ringing. It was the Governor of Hawaii who called to pass on the disturbing news of a case that he wanted to bypass HPD, though they were already on the scene, and set his task-force on it directly. It looked to be an international case, or that's what Steve got out of the conversation in his barely awake state of mind.

Steve had finally gotten used to the idea of not being bound to military sleeping habits and, as he relaxed, so did his wakefulness, but so much had happened in his time away from the SEALs that even his deepest sleeping was now tormented with images that blurred between war and Five-O, and it seemed to take more and more time, every time, for Steve to wake from the dreaming and focus on reality.

The Governor was very short in his explanation, hung up the phone before Steve could protest and then texted the location to the Commander moments later, with the warning, 'this is of great importance and should be covered with care and discretion'. Steve huffed in response to the text and rolled out of bed.

At the early morning hour, Detective Danny Williams was less reluctant to hand over his car keys to his partner as he pulled up to the McGarrett house - before the sun had risen - and Steve was already waiting at the gate. Danny had gotten used to the idea of being called at all hours by Steve, that was nothing new, and usually meant that they were going to be thrown into some horror or another, but he was always the one to complain, though he could see the reluctance coming, ever more distinctly, in his partners manner. He got out of the car, slapped the keys into Steve's hand, wordlessly, and walked around to the passenger side while Steve climbed into the driver's seat.

"Are you going to tell me what this is all about?" Danny asked as Steve put the car into gear and pulled away from the house.

"I'm not all together sure myself." Steve confessed. "All I got out of the Governor was that this was an international issue and to proceed with discretion."

"Ha!" Danny shook his head and huffed. "Of course it's an international issue or it would have waited for regular business hours!"

"For once, I agree with you." Steve stated and yawned. "I was enjoying being asleep."

"It's a wonderful thing." Danny nodded as they pulled into the shipping yard and where directed by HPD to where the crime scene was located. It was a slow process as the officers walked before the Camaro and the car crawled along.

Steve was able to pull the Camaro through the rows of shipping containers that were stacked three or four high, to cover more ground in the huge shipping yard. He soon found his way to the location he'd been directed to and was stopped by an armed guard and the yellow caution tape of the HPD officers who were holding down the crime scene. This was as far as they would ride, and would now have to actually get out and do some work.

As the morning sun peeked over the Horizon, and cast shadows through the rows of shipping containers, Danny and Steve got out of the Camaro and were greeted by Sergeant Duke Lukela.

"So what's this all about Duke?" Steve asked as they approached their friend.

"A couple of yard men found the body when they were investigating a smell coming from one of the units." Duke explained as they crossed the tape line and walked further on through the maze of containers. "The container in question is destine for a trip through the asian continent but it's been held up here."

"Ah, so it's a murder case?" Danny asked as the container in question came into view.

Dr. Max Bergmann of the Hawaii Medical Examiners Office was already on the scene.

"Yes, most definitely a murder case." Duke answered as they stopped. "We're trying to find out what else arrived with the same shipment, and how the container got through any of the checkpoints between here and its origins. It could be an inside job. This container wasn't just filled with a dead person, but also with a surprisingly large amount of marijuana - and not the legal medical kind."

"Murder and drugs, are we thinking cartel?" Danny asked as he looked to his partner.

"More than likely. Find out what else was in that shipment, if there were more containers and where it has its origins." Steve ordered to a few other officers who had come to stand by their Sergeant.

"They're on it." Duke stated and waved the men away. "But there really is something else you should see." He added and lead the way into the container.

Max was busy removing the body from the clutter of boxes - and the smell within the large unit was intense and caused both Danny and Steve to cover their faces with their shirts. As they moved on, Duke shone his flashlight up onto one of the containers walls and in huge letters, written by a person's hand - they could see the marks and lines made by the fingers - were the words Sherlock Holmes.

"Is that blood?" Danny asked.

"Blood from our murder victim?" Steve added.

Duke nodded that it was, or rather that he was sure that's what it was, but forensics would verify his assumption.

"It came from his wound," Max piped in finally. "This man was stabbed. The blade was maneuvered through his abdomen to make sure it did the maximum amount of damage. He was practically disembowelled. He held in his own innards with his less dominant hand and wrote on the wall with the other. He was tossed into this container and left to die. He wrote that message on the wall and probably died before the ship he was placed on even left port. He was likely very familiar with his assailant, as this is a very intimate and precise infliction."

"Thank you Max," Danny pipped in to make the man stop. Danny shuddered at the though of the violence of the incident and turned back to his partner.

"Any sign of a murder weapon?" Steve asked.

"Not at this time, but there is a lot of debris in this container." Max answered. "It will take the forensics team a long time to work through this."

"Does this mean anything to you?" Danny asked and pointed at the wall.

"It could mean a number of things. My guess is that Sherlock Holmes is a code, or perhaps it is referring directly to some individual. Maybe our murderer."

"Sherlock Holmes is a real person." Duke stated.

"Who names their child Sherlock?" Steve asked and looked to his partner.

"Like I know!" Danny shrugged. "Poor kid! Had to be teased something terrible."

Steve laughed.

"He is quite famous - I'll have you know!" Duke stated with indignation. "There is a crime blog out of Great Britain. You should check it out. It's rather interesting, and very curious at how the man solves crimes. Very curious sort of fellow. Calls himself a consulting detective. Now, I don't pretend to know what they do on the other side of the world, but he doesn't sound like the murderer to me." Duke stated and moved away as two more men from the ME's office moved in to help lift the body for transportation.

"Well that is interesting." Steve said and moved out of the container as well. "I'm still stuck on code. I mean, why would we need a consulting detective when we have you?"

"Indeed, just what we need." Danny said with a roll of his eyes. "Or it could be nonsense and we could just solve this case and get these drugs destroyed and off the streets. Easy-Peasy and we'll be done by tea time."

"Don't say that too loudly around Toast." Steve warned.

"His is medical."

"Get forensics out here to see if they can't get any prints out of that blood smeared message. We need to know who our victim is, if only to tell us what he did to deserve this." Steve ordered to Duke before he and his partner returned to the Camaro.

"So, is that it?" Danny asked. "We got called out here - woken up at the ass crack of dawn - for that? It could have waited." He huffed and fell into step with Steve.

"You're not intrigued by it?" Steve asked wide awake now. "Not the least bit curious about this Sherlock Holmes?"

"No," Danny said with a shake of his head. "Like you said, what do we need him for when you have me, and Chin, and every other detective in America - real detectives not just consulting ones. I might have been more intrigued but the whole situation if we hadn't been woken up for it."

"Well, you're up now, and we have a lead. Kono and Chin should be in the office by now, I called them while I waited for you. We have work to do." Steve stated and fell back into the car.

"I could still be asleep. In fact, I'm going to try to catch a few more winks while you drive." Danny stated and settled into his seat dramatically. "Take it at a slow pace, my good man, we have all day." Danny mocked, knowing Steve had now caught the scent and was driven to work.

Halfway around the world, on a completely different island, Mrs. Hudson was awoken by the ringing of the bell at her front door. She'd only just crawled into bed and was dozing off when the bell rang and then rang again.

"Coming!" She called as the bell was rung again and then the knocker was tried. Someone was in a tizzy.

"Where is Sherlock Holmes?" The man at the door asked and his appearance told the woman before him that he was an undesirable.

"May I ask who's calling?" Mrs. Hudson asked as she heard shuffling from above.

"How long has it been, Mrs. Hudson, since your husband died?" The man asked and his face twisted into a grin as he lunged at the woman.

"Not today!" Sherlock stated as he brought a bat down upon the undesirable man's head and the man crumpled into a pile on the floor.

"Sherlock!" Mrs. Hudson cried.

"This is the thanks I get? He lunged at you. He was clearly here for you. It was a threat Mrs. Hudson. Who knows what else he had in mind."

"Clearly, he was here for me?" Mrs. Hudson asked.

"Well, wasn't that obvious?" Sherlock countered and looked at the woman with such a fixed stare that he could hardly believe that she didn't see the danger that was before her.

"Oh, Sherlock, why would he come for me? I'm nobody!"

"Not so, Mrs. Hudson, and they seem to be finally catching up with us."

"They?"

"The men who either worked with your husband in Florida, or the men whom he owed money to. Isn't it obvious?"

"Not at this hour, Sherlock. Not at this hour."

"The wicked do not rest, Mrs. Hudson. The game is always on."

Mrs. Hudson rolled her eyes. "Is he dead?"

"No, but he will have a splitting headache when he comes too. If you are worried about his health, call the Good Doctor. If you are worried about your safety, call Lestrade, not that he will be of much help, but if you are interested at all as to why he was asking after your late husband, let me handle it. On second thought, call our friends, if you please." Sherlock said and smirked.

"Oh Sherlock, not again, and at this hour?" Mrs. Hudson grumbled but fled toward her kitchen to do his bidding.

"At this hour indeed, Mrs. Hudson." Sherlock smiled, tossed the bat aside and hoisted the man up under his armpits to drag him up the stairs and into the apartment he rented at 221B Baker Street.