Harper took a deep breath of thick Hawaiian air as soon as she stepped out of her two-star motel room. As miserable as the heat and humidity could be at times, she much preferred it to the constantly air-conditioned room. She checked her watch… 7:30. Plenty of time to make it into town before the sun set. Harper tossed her long, dark hair over one shoulder, hoisted her large tote bag onto the other, blew her bangs out of her eyes and headed off down the street towards downtown Honolulu.

The streets were full, as they always were on the weekend. Harper was grateful for the cover that the constant hoard of tourists always provided. It had been two weeks since she arrived on the island, and, with no sign of trouble, she was almost starting to feel comfortable there… safe even.

'Don't get too far ahead of yourself,' she muttered to herself as she squeezed out of the crowd and into a small but tightly packed café and bar boasting 'The Most Hawaiian Burger' and 'Open Mic Night'. She sat down at a small table that barely held the two place settings that rested on it. When a server stopped by, she ordered a basket of fries and two beers; one for 'the friend she was meeting here'.

'You're sure they're the same guys, Danny?' Steve McGarrett asked his partner.

'Do I look like I have bad eyesight to you? You're always questioning me.' Detective Danny Williams replied.

'It was just a question.'

'Well here's your answer. Yes, Steve, I am sure it's the same guys. I spent a year of my life trying to put them behind bars. I think I remember what they look like.'

'And you couldn't because…' Kono Kalekaua piped in.

'The same reason we usually can't lock people up. Lack. Of. Evidence." Danny practically spelled out to his team. 'They're good at clean-up, that's for sure.'

The Five-O team had been sent footage from the airport's security tapes of a couple of suspicious characters who had arrived earlier that day.

'Thankfully, HPD has been tracking them since this morning when they left the airport.' Chin Ho Kelly said as he pulled up a map of all the places they had been including a certain shrimp truck and a dump motel.

'What do you think they're here for Danny?' Steve asked.

'They're mafia hit men. Someone pissed them off and tried to run. Now they're here to get their boss' money or kill the person who doesn't have it.' Danny answered. 'Or they're just on a nice tropical vacation.'

'It looks like they've stopped in downtown. Danny, you're with me. Kono, Chin, you guys keep an eye on them here and be ready if things go bad.' Steve ordered his team as he headed out the door.

'Mafia. In Hawaii. Who would've thought? I feel like I'm back in Jersey again.' Danny said as he got in the passenger side of his Camaro.

The pair drove the short trip in silence until they reached the parking lot that the hitmen's car was parked in. There was no sign of them. Danny began to get out of the car.

'Whoa, whoa, whoa.' Steve stopped him. 'Don't you think that if they see you, they'll know something is up? Sit back down. You're staying here unless I need you.'

'Fine. Sometimes I think you like to save all the fun stuff for yourself.'

'That's because I do.' Steve grinned and shut the door. There were only a few places that were still open on the street. Steve quickly ruled out a couple of quiet, romantic-looking restaurants, and headed into the loud bar that seemed to be overflowing with people. All of which appeared to be tourists. When he got in the door he was met with the horrible sound of a tone-deaf rendition of John Mayer's 'Your Body Is A Wonderland'. It didn't take long for him to spot his targets. One, Jack is what Danny called him, was sitting at the bar with an untouched beer in his hand. The other, Lou, was standing against the wall holding his own untouched drink. They were both staring in the same direction. Steve followed their gaze to a small table against the wall where a young girl stared at the stage and nibbled at some French fries.