A/N: I might rewrite this but I'd like to see if anyone's interested in it first and if you'd like me to continue. ️ Let me know what you think!

September 30th, 2010

Lieutenant Commander Steve McGarrett stood tall in his Dress Blues that September day, his hearty gaze set on the happenings at Pearl Harbour, watching as the mixture of people -from tourists to natives - walked by. Some visited with a sense of curiosity whilst others arrived with a purpose, to remember the lives of the sailors and civilians that had been taken on 7th December all those years ago. Like many of the fallen, Steve's grandfather had served on the USS Arizona and was now at rest at the bottom of the ocean.

The Commander had been pleasantly surprised when the Governor of Hawaii, Governor Jameson had requested to meet with him only two hours after he lay his father to rest at the cemetery. At first, he had been cautious with his approach, the woman had probably only been after some good PR for the upcoming re-election and that didn't really bow well with the SEAL. However, the offer he had received was one that currently plagued his thoughts, a task force, immunity and means. The offer was tempting, he would have free reign to uncover the truth behind his fathers murder and work on a highly equipped task force that would be his protege. But he had a lot to think about first. Steve McGarrett left Hawaii and the people he cared most about almost 8 years ago, would he really be able to return and build a life for himself here whilst running the Governor's task force?

"Steve?"

Having been wrapped up his thoughts the man had been caught slightly off guard when he heard the voice. Closing his eyes he focused on the tenor. Husky. Everything about it brought back so many memories both happy and sad, it had been the voice that encouraged him through his darkest days and it was one he could never forget, no matter how much things had changed over the past 8 years.

"Andy?" McGarrett turned around in one smooth motion catching sight of the 5ft4 woman.

Quinn Andersson or 'Andy' a nickname she had earned during her time in the Navy though now at 27 years old she was retired and living reside in Honolulu. Her hair was still a dark brunette and hung just below her shoulders, her eyes bright and her sad smile even held an element of beauty. It all reminded him of one man, Julian Andersson. Quinn was the spitting image of her father even growing up it had been evident that she was an Andersson through and through.

It wasn't often that the Commander didn't know what to say but if anyone else would feel such pain from losing John McGarrett it would be Quinn Anderson.

She stepped forward, her hands hooked onto her high waisted trouser pocket. "I was going to meet you back at mine but you- you uh left-"

Steve nodded, in understanding, he should've known the woman would follow him.

The pair stood in silence for a moment or two because neither knew what to say, Steve had lost a father and Quinn had lost a friend. They hadn't spoken in over a year and Steve wasn't sure if there was anything he could say that would help that situation but he knew Quinn and today wasn't about them, it was about his dad.

"Your speech.." Steve started, taking a deep breath before he allowed himself to continue. "..at the funeral, I don't think anyone could've done a better job, thank you and thanks for organising, I know I wasn't here but I can cover the cost for whatever and-"

She smiled a little at the man's sudden need to ramble. "Steve, the money doesn't matter, I owe it to him after everything." She said, adamantly.

Quinn Andersson was like a daughter to John McGarrett, her parents having died within a year apart when she was 17 years old whilst on duty she was left orphaned, John McGarrett, a close family friend at an instant took the young girl in, providing her with a home and a family. Something she would never forget.

"Why are you down here Steve?" She asked after a moment or two. She was still dressed in her black high waisted trousers and her black blazer. She had been heading towards her car when she noticed Steve make a swift exit. Curious, she handed her house key to a friend that had helped her sort everything out and followed her friend until she found herself here, at Pearl Harbour.

"The Governor wanted to speak to me, thought if she brought me down here to Pearl I'd feel some sort of obligation with my grandfather." He shrugged, still not certain of the proposal.

"She's a clever woman." A voice interrupted, stopping Quinn from speaking. "Steve McGarrett, right?"

"Chin" Quinn greeted the native happily, her arms open as she offered her tiny frame as an embrace not caring that she was wearing shoes that added more than enough to her height, she'd probably discard them when she got home anyway and not look for "How are you? These tourists keeping you busy?"

"They sure are." He chuckled. "I'm sorry." The assistant said apologetically, accepting the hug, he had got to know Quinn over the past few years, she had made visiting the Harbour mandatory and could only guess how much the news of John McGarretts death had affected the young woman.

Quinn just smiled as she pulled away. "He wasn't just mine to lose"

Using his pointer finger, Steve looked the native up and down. "I know you." He asked, eyebrows raised.

"You'd better. Chin Ho Kelly." The native chuckled as he noticed the confused expression pass Steve's features.

The name was familiar and it hadn't taken Steve long to put the pieces together. "Oh. Chin Ho Kelly. Kahuku High School."

Quinn smiled. Chin had been a few years older than the pair and had attended the same High School. She hadn't known him then but upon meeting him a few years prior when John had invited the 'rookie' to his for a family dinner they had been quick to reminisce over their school days, recalling their own personal experiences.

"You were a great quarterback." Steve added.

"Says the one that broke all my records" Chin laughed.

It had been true. Steve McGarrett had been star quarterback throughout his High School years he was also sure that if anyone challenged him now he would be able to keep a good game. He had initially met Quinn through the sport, her older brother - Seb - was also on the football team whilst she had been on the Cheer Squad.

"Oh, that was a long time ago." He waved him off quickly. "Hey, I heard you became a cop."

Chin nodded sheepishly, he had of course been a cop but his career was short lived and he had been practically thrown from the precinct doors. "I worked with your father in the Seventh. He taught me everything I know about wearing a badge. But things change." He shrugged. "I heard a few things about your dad's case though."

"Like what?"

"I haole on your father's murder investigation." He explained causing Quinn to snicker, despite being born and raised here she was still a 'haole' although over time she had been considered an islander, it had been the same with Steve. "The Cheif of Police issued it."

Quinn made a knowing sound from where she stood with her arms crossed across her chest beside Steve. "Yeah, he did. Uh. Detective something, I don't remember but he when I got to the house he - well he had his head screwed on and was pretty sure he'd get the case done. Wanted to get ahold of you." She remembered, pointedly looking at Steve as she closed her scentence.

"Word is, he's fresh meat from the mainland, which means he has no clue how this island works." Chin continued.

"You were at the house?" Steve asked, ignoring Chin's second statement as he looked to Quinn who shrugged in response.

After bidding farewell to Chin and changing out of his dress blues into his civvies - a spare set of clothes he had learnt to carry with him over the years - Quinn had drove to Diamond Head, a place they often visited together in their teens. However, the woman remained in her suit and was adamant that she would be heading home to change into something more comfortable as soon as.

"So let me get this straight the Governor - of Hawaii - Governor Jameson offered you a job? Here. In Honolulu?" The usually collected woman wasn't ashamed to show the surprise and confusion that had just landed on her shoulders. She may not have been in the best place with Steve but this was big.

"Mhmm." Steve hummed as he watched her carefully. She was wearing heels and there was no doubt in his mind that those shoes were killing the woman to wear and if he had to bet, they would be discarded as soon as she walked into the door andquicklh forgotten about. Then there was the suit, Quinn was used to wearing uniform anything other than a set of civvies or a freshly pressed uniform was too formal for the woman. It wasn't just her appearance today that struck him, she had changed over the past year, quite a lot actually. He couldn't really decide if it was the recent events causing the difference or just the simple fact that he hadn't been back in Hawaii since he came back on a training exercise the previous March.

"No Missions, no disappearing?" She checked as she began to pace. Steve didn't miss how she cradled her side.

"I'll be in the Reserves. No missions unless absolutely necessary. So no. No retiring" He shook his head.

"Good because honestly, it sucks." Quinn grumbled earning a slight chuckle from the Commander.

Steve shook his head, he knew Quinn missed the Navy but she never complained and just got on with her life.

"Come on." He spoke up pushing himself off the grass, dusting some dry bits from his cargo pants with a quick brush of his hands. "We're going for a ride. Keys." He said, his palm open.

"Oh you want the keys." She observed in a knowing tone. It had always been the same no matter what. "Well you're not having them so get in." She stated matter of factly before turning to Steve and nudging him out of the way as she walked over to her mustang. "I'm serious!"

He eventually climbed into the passenger side of her red mustang and pulled out of the lot. The drive hadn't been too long before she pulled her car into the well maintained yard, it hadn't changed since she visited 5 days ago to bring John McGarrett some photo albums he had requested to see. It had been then that she was faced with police tape, sirens, SWAT teams and the HPD scoured across the property. The same scene had plagued her dreams over the coming nights.

"Stay in the car." Steve warned his voice bringing her back to the present. "5 minutes."

Quinn rolled her eyes. It was her car. "You've got to be kidding me." She muttered as she watched the 6ft1" McGarrett make his way into the family home. Still over-protective. She thought as she reached forward towards the glove compartment. Humming as she unlatched it, a broad smile spread across her face as she found what she was looking for. "But you sure as hell don't change."

Pulling the gun Steve had left from her glove compartment she checked the devices, making sure the safety was in working order and that it had been loaded correctly. Satisfied, Quinn tucked the gun in her waistband, making sure her jacket remained untucked and jumped from her car not noticing the Silver Camaro that appeared down the street.

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