Hey guys! I haven't written anything in a while, actually that's a lie. I have written something, but I'm just to lazy to complete it. (It's a Steve/Cath fic. Kind of angsty.) This one popped into my head as I was re watching the season finale. It's kind of angsty and I really don't do angst writing, but I'll try. I don't keep a schedule to updating, but I need to say that because of my hectic new high school life with transferring to a new HS and AFJROTC and bowling, I'm kind of only going to have time to write on the weekends. What's awesome is that there's a writing program in my school, which I'm in! :D

-This was going to be a one shot but ended up turning into a multi-chapter fic. Please bear with me because multi-chapter fics aren't my forte.

Anyways, I'm going to stop rambling and end with, ENJOY~

BTW- There are too little Adam X Kono fics out there! :(

P.S: The freaking underscore isn't working to separate parts of my writing and neither is the squiggly line thingy near the 1, so I guess something more ugly will have to suffice. :(

Disclaimer: I do not own Hawaii Five-O or any of the characters. :(

Adam's sitting on the armrest of the leather couch of the luxurious house; hunched over, hands intertwined together, and his elbows resting on his legs for support to keep him steady.

He's just staring at his little brother. The little brother, who used to come running over to him when he dug a worm out of their backyard. The little brother who used to look up to his older brother and admired him for being the MVP for their baseball team at high school while being in the honors law program, and still being able to maintain a 4.0 GPA. That same little brother, who is now lying on the white carpet, blood soaked onto it because he had accidentally killed him earlier while trying to get control of the gun to prevent him from killing his girlfriend.

{~}

She's watching him, her eyes solely focused on him. Holding a clean, blue, Armani dress shirt in one hand, she slowly walks over to him. As she gets nearer, she couldn't help but realize that this was all her fault. Everything in fact was her fault. If she'd never gotten into a conversation with him at the bar, if she never gotten up to talk with him, then Adam would've probably never have had a target on his back, never watch his brother betray him, never see him die, never feel as his hands got colder and his face, paler, or never have guilt eating away at him knowing the fact that he killed his own brother.

It was all her fault. She shouldn't have EVER gotten up from her seat to talk to him.

{-}

A slight autumn breeze blew through the late Hawaiian night air as Kono Kalakaua took a seat at The Royal Hawaiian's Hotel Bar & Restaurant. She had been waiting for this day for months. Saving up all her government paychecks, she finally had enough money to buy herself a complete meal here at The Royal Hawaiian. One of her friends had come here and brought her leftovers home and when Kono tasted it, she was dying to have more.

As she got comfortable in her seat and watched as a waiter was slowly approaching her with a menu in hand, she spotted a familiar figure in the corner of her eye. She turned to look at the man and found the infamous Adam Joseph Ian Noshimuri sitting at the hotel bar, slightly hunched over while playing with a glass of Scotch on the rocks and occasionally sifting his hand through his hair.

She could've recognized him from a mile away. Steve had briefed the rest of the team on Noshimuri and the Yakuza andstubbornly forced them to study them and she had. She knew everything on Noshimuri and the Yakuza, at least everything that was on the file. When she'd gotten home, she'd open the file, poured herself some wine and immediately found herself thinking about how hot he was in that $40,000 suit or how cute he was when there was a smirk playing on his lips. When she saw a picture of him smiling, she had nearly died.

A long, drawn out sigh from him shook her out of her reverie. What problem could a powerful, rich, successful, young man - albeit gangster - have that was weighing him down so badly? She'd really wanted to know.

So, she got up from her seat and walked over to him.

"I'll have what he's having." Adam tilted his head slightly towards Kono and let out a chuckle.

"Officer Kalakaua. How may I be of assistance?"

The bartender put her drink on top of a coaster and moved towards the right to wipe a different section of the bar with his rag.

She took a small sip and turned to him, "Who said anything about me needing your help?"

"Well, I am a person of interest to Five-0 as well as my father and brother and considering that this is my hotel and the food here cost way more than you make on your weekly salary, I'm kind of assuming that I'm in your sights."

"In my sights?"

"Yes, in your sights." He gave her a slight smirk and looking away was the only way to stop herself from blushing like a bright red tomato.

"Of course this is your hotel." She laughed at the unsurprising realization, then continued, "First of all, that makes no sense. Second, I, in fact have saved up my money to come here. My friend brought leftovers and it was amazing.."

"Mmhmm." He nodded as he took a sip."So, you expect me to believe that you came here, to my hotel, for food and only food." He questioned.

"That's right." She turned back around and took yet another small sip of Scotch.

When he didn't reply, she let out a a sigh and admitted, "I saw you and you looked glum, so I came over to see what's wrong. It's not like you're a wanted criminal or anything."

He stared at her incredulously; just staring at her. He was silent for a while as Kono took small sips of her drink, waiting for a reply. When it did, it was in the form of a question, "Glum?"

She laughed at the ridiculously stupid question. "You stay silent for more than two minutes and you reply with 'Glum?'

"What's wrong with that?"

"Nothing, it's just… I was kind of expecting a 'thank you' or a 'wow', but I was not expecting that reply." She gave him a small smile and returned to her drink.

"Thank you." He said sincerely. "It's nice to have someone care about you."

She downed the last of her Scotch, asked for another, and gave him a small, "No problem." She knew he wasn't one to talk about his deepest personal topics, so she switched to a different topic, "You surf?"

So that's how they started talking which led to other pieces of small talk that lasted for about an hour or two, from everything from surfing, her life, his life, and cars, to guns, and why they chose the profession they had.

After 3 expensive glasses of Scotch later, she looked at her watch and was surprised by the time it showed. She hastily took out her wallet from her clutch and gave the bartender the money she owed.

"You're leaving? What about your food?"

She gave him a smile and shrugged, "Maybe next time. I don't have enough money for the food. It was nice talking to you, though. See you around, Noshimuri."

"Adam." He corrected.

"Right. Adam." She repeated as a small smile danced on her lips.

As she was walking towards the exit, a loud, "Wait!" came from Adam. She stopped and turned around, watching him come closer. He handed her back her money and said, "Come on, let's go get your food. It's all on me."

"No, I couldn't. I really shouldn't either. I shouldn't have talked to you like I did in the first place."

His smile dropped slightly, but he persisted, "Come on. Has free food ever hurt anyone?"

She gave him a tiny laugh and replied, "You make a convincing argument."

If she wasn't mistaken, she saw glimmer of what looked like hope in his eyes as he walked her over to a table and ordered the staff to close down the restaurant as well as his bodyguards to leave.

{-}

"Today was amazing. Thank you, Adam." She said as he walked her to the front of her home.

He smiled and said, "It was my pleasure."

"Oh, before I forget," He handed her the aluminum foil swan filled with her leftovers as she unlocked the front door of her home.

"Oh! Thanks." She laughed. She looked down at the swan and ran her thumb over the wrinkled aluminum. When she looked up, he was looking at her with the same glimmer of hope he had in his eyes when he offered to buy her dinner.

As they looked into each other's eyes, trying to figure out what the other was thinking, Kono tiptoed slowly and kissed him. It was soft and gentle at first, but then the lust and desire kicked in and suddenly, hands were everywhere.

She pushed back the door to let it open and dropped her swan on the floor as he closed the door shut.

One by one, their respective pieces of clothing were strewn onto the floor until there was nothing left to take off as they reached her bedroom.

{-}

"Thanks." Adam's voice echoed through her as she felt herself come back to reality. He stood up and took his shirt from her hand and stripped off the dress shirt he was wearing to wear the new clean one that she had just given to him.

As he was buttoning his shirt, she blurted out, "I'm sorry."

He just looked at her, pausing his buttoning, and said, "There's nothing you could've done. It's not your fault. I guess the inevitable just came faster than I had expected it to."

'But it is my fault.' Kono thought.

She hadn't realized that she had said it out loud until he cupped her face in his hands, looked her directly in the eyes, and said, "It's not your fault. None of this is. Do you understand that, Kono?"

She looked back at him and her body's automatic response was a nod.

Their moment was quickly interrupted by the rest of Five-0 coming into the house with coroners to take Michael's body to the morgue.