Hawaii 5-0 The Roommate
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Steve McGarrett woke early as he always did. A minute after, he realized that he didn't have to get up right way. He decided to take advantage of this and lay in bed a little longer.
Yesterday he had stayed later at the office than usual to finish up last-minute paper work. He intended to take a long weekend to move into a new apartment. He really didn't want the hassle of moving, but his current apartment was getting old and in dire need of a remodel, or a bulldozer. He was fed up with coming in from a jog and not having water to shower with, or the plaster falling from the ceiling, or pipes bursting for no reason.
So after long weeks of looking he found the perfect fit. The rent was affordable and it was a step up from what this one used to look like.
This was the week he would move his stuff. He had hired a mover to help with his furniture and boxes. He did not want to make a thousand trips with a car. Glancing once again at his clock, he was reminded that the movers would be here in about two hours.
McGarrett rolled out of bed. He put on his jogging clothes and set out for a run.
By six pm that day, everything was piled into the new apartment, leaving Steve mildly annoyed. They had arrived at the new complex to discover that his condo's elevator was out of order and they had to haul every thing up three flights of stairs. He cursed himself for not insisting on a ground floor condo.
He opened his lanai door as a cooling rain beat down outside. He turned to survey his new place. The front door opened into decent size living room, in the far left of the room was a kitchenette. To the right was two small bedrooms and the bathroom.
Now for the hard part. He thought. Un-boxing and putting it all in the right place.
Before he could start, his stomach reminded him that he had skipped lunch. He put his microwave on the counter and warmed up his take-out that was meant to be his lunch. As he sat down on a box of books to eat, the phone rang.
Where did he put that? I hope it is not a work emergency. Seven rings later he found it under a pile of news papers. "McGarrett."
"Hey Steve." Chin Ho's peppy voice greeted. "Just checking if you made it in before the rain?"
"We moved the last bit in as it started." McGarrett told him.
"Malia wants to bring you some food." Chin added with a chuckle. "She say you too busy to remember to eat. She wants to know when she can bring it over?"
Steve smiled at Mrs Kelly's generosity. "How about Sunday night? We'll make a party out of it, bring the kids."
"Sounds good, I'll tell the boys." Chin said. "Try to relax a little, huh?"
"I'll try, Bruddah." Steve said. "See you Sunday."
"Bye, Steve."
After his quick meal, he set out unpacking the more necessary boxes first. It was an hour before he found his radio. Thank goodness. He turned it to his favorite station and continued.
He picked up a box labeled "bathroom" and went to fill the various drawers and cabinets. He knelt to place some cleaning supplies in the under sink cabinet.
As he stood, he caught a flash of movement in the mirror. Startled, Steve turned to find nothing behind him. A few quick strides brought him back to the living room. He found nothing in there that would have caused the movement he saw.
Strange. He had the unexplainable impression of the color yellow. A burst of static from the radio broke the silence of the room and caused him to jump.
Steve chuckled at himself. He switched off the radio, noticing that it was after one am. You're just tired, that's all. He rooted around for his overnight bag for his pajamas. He changed and flopped down on the couch. He had yet to put his bed together. He soon fell asleep.
McGarrett slept restlessly that night. He woke several times, thinking that felt something touching him. But there was no one in the condo but him.