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"Are you sure you want to do this?" he said passing over the revolver and tightening the holster onto the man's thigh, making sure it wouldn't slip. Standing up to his original height he looked the opposite man dead in the face, holding the last thing his partner needed to succeed.

"Yes, Steve McGarrett has to pay for what he did, and I know just how to make him…" his partner held the paper out for him to take, looking down and swiping the paper to the side to reveal another piece. It was photos…

"I wonder if I slipped half of this paperwork into Danny's pile, if he would notice." Steve mused to himself as he ticked off yet another piece of his never ending pile of paper work and added it to the mess he called his desk. Sighing and throwing his pen onto his desk, he leant back in his chair chucked his hands behind his head and closed his eyes for a second, pulling the navy top away from his chest then quickly releasing it so it went all loose around his stomach. He was just dozing off when he heard the main office door open, jerking him awake mid snore. Wiping the sleepiness from his eyes and picking up his pen –to make it look like he had been doing his work- he looked at his watch, 23:30. His brow furrowed as he noted the time, the team had left hours ago unless….

"DANIEL? What have I told you about leaving your phone here? Next time you did it, I would send out the photo of you sleeping with your head in cereal from that bust 2 weeks ago when you didn't sleep for 56 hours… Danny?" Steve looked out into the dark, black space outside his office, the bull pen was completely empty, or so he had thought… A dark figure emerged from the shadows and started towards Steve's office, hearing the sound of the gun cock, Steve knew this guy was not Danny. As the shadow got closer and the moonlight reflected off of the barrel of the gun as the holder made their way closer to the entrance of Steve's office, pausing outside his door looking in, gun still raised, with something clutched under his arm.

Steve was quicker, standing up with his gun raised he looked straight into the eye of the intruder and asked "Who the hell are you? Five-0, drop your weapon?!" the intruder was wearing a ski mask and gloves so that meant if he got out of here alive, no prints and no id. It was not going to come to that. Then something happened that completely stunned Steve, the guy holstered his weapon and walked to the computer in the middle of the bull pen and leant against it putting down whatever he clutched under his arm. Shaking his head in disbelief at how amateur this guy was Steve cautiously opened his glass office door and walked out into the bullpen. The lights were at the other side of the room, so the lights weren't an option.

"Don't make me ask you again?!" Steve sneered over his gun as the man just stood there, cool as ice and not bothered at all by the gun wielding cop in front of him, instead he held up his hand motioning stop and lifted the other to his mask, he was going to take it off.

"You really going to shoot me Stevo, after everything we have been through? That is how you're going to end me, thought you had more style than that? I mean not even an explosion?" the man said as he ripped the mask from his face, revealing his identity. Steve's mouth dropped open at the man standing in front of him, but he didn't move his weapon from its target, the man's chest.

"Dylan? Dylan Samuels, why the hell are you here? You got discharged, I made sure you did!" Steve shouted waving the gun a little too ferociously but Dylan didn't even flinch. It was definitely him, his once brown hair was now playing host to tufts of grey hair here and there and his eyes had lost their volume and were now dark and unyielding, surrounded by premature wrinkles.

"Yeah, you got me discharged from the SEALs with no honours, after everything I did for my country and you waltz in and just erase my entire career from under me, remember that Stevo?!" the man shouted, standing up from his comfortable lean, dominating his space, marking his presence not that he had to remind Steve of this.

"Don't ever call me that, you lost me and the team when you tried to kill our witness!" Steve replied as calmly as he could, this man didn't deserve to be in the same country as the one he had fought for never mind here in the same room with him!

"He had been better off dead than an extra mouth to feed trekking through that jungle, he just wasted up our resources and for that I lose my entire career, all because you were a stickler for everything!" Dylan shouted back at Steve, still dead set -even after all those years- that he was right and it was Steve that had been in the wrong, even though Steve had been his commanding officer back in the SEALs.

"That man was a key witness, he and his followers had half of our team as hostages and you just wanted to kill him and leave all our men behind! If I had let you kill him we wouldn't have gotten our men back and it would have been me explaining to their families why their husband and why daddy wasn't coming home! That is NOT what we stood for! Whatever happened to leave no man behind?! So yeah, you deserved everything you got and I don't regret my part in it one bit! You didn't deserve to fight for our country!"

"Oh Stevo, you are going to wish you had agreed with me all those years ago and you are going to realise how big of a mistake you made not siding with me and getting me kicked out of the SEALs. I am here right now to make sure of that!" Dylan sneered, turning his back to Steve and opening the laptop on the desk, so Steve could see the screen which revealed two different web cams, with two different people on it…