Hawaii Five-0
Rainy Day Recollections
Written By LockBox22
Disclaimer: I do not own Hawaii Five-0 or anything else you recognize. I only own my original storyline, plot, and any original characters.
5-0
"I can't believe you didn't bother to check the weather report before we left!" Danny yelled at his partner and friend, Steve McGarrett as he blinked raindrops from his eyes.
"I did!" Steve yelled back over the sound of the pounding rain. "It said clear skies and sun all weekend long! That's Hawaii for you! Here! Help me get this gear inside!"
Danny reached into the bed of Steve's truck to help Steve untie the rope that held their camping gear in place. Steve had been nagging him to get out and enjoy the island more, so Danny had let Steve talk him into taking the weekend to camp in one of Oahu's many parks.
They had enjoyed one whole day and night out in the wilderness before a flash flood had threatened their campground this morning due to the enormous amount of rain that had poured down during the night.
The rain that now showed no signs of stopping. It wasn't Danny's first tropical storm, but it was his first experience with the seasonal rain that seemed to always threaten Hawaii around this time of year.
The rope holding their camping supplies in place was wet and the rain that persisted was making the knot even harder to get it undone. Danny's wet hands weren't helping the situation either. "Got it!" Danny called to Steve as the knot finally came loose.
Steve pulled the rope towards him and coiled it before tossing the roll in the back of the truck. Steve grabbed the sleeping bags and the tent, while Danny grabbed the two knapsacks and together they dashed from Steve's truck to the relative safety of the McGarrett's front porch.
Danny shifted the packs to one hand and wiped his face with the other.
Steve looked out at the cloud darkened sky, poking his head just past the edge of the porch's roof; he was smiling. "I've missed this." Steve said as he pulled his head back underneath the roof.
"What? The rain?" Danny asked shaking out the wet knapsacks. "I hate to break it to you buddy, but they do have rain in the other five continents of the world."
Steve shook his head. "Not like this. The rain here always seems... I don't know...fresher somehow."
"Well however fresh the rain may be it's still as wet as I remember." Danny replied. He pulled at his wet clothing. "Could we maybe move this fascinating debate about the substance of rain inside inside instead of having it outside in the wet and the cold?"
"You just don't have any appreciation for the little things in life." Steve remarked as he dug into his pocket for his house keys.
"I have plenty of appreciation." Danny shot back. "It just stops when I'm soaking wet and standing outside listening to you talk about 'fresh' rain." He made air quotes with his one free hand.
Steve pulled his key out of the lock and pushed the door open. He motioned Danny into the house with a little bow. "After you, your royal highness."
"Thank you." Danny replied ignoring Steve's jibe. He was too wet to care. The sound of the rain was somewhat lessened inside the house. "Where should I park these?" Danny asked. He turned as there was silence from his partner. "Steve?"
Steve was frowning at the kitchen table where all mail and magazines had been pushed to one side. He glanced around the kitchen and realized that there were dirty dishes in the sink.
"Steve?" Danny asked, spreading his hands with a confused look on his face. He had long since placed the knapsacks on the floor.
Steve motioned him to be quiet.
"What is it?" Danny asked quietly.
"Someone's here." Steve replied in a low tone. He frowned and cocked his head to one side. "Hear that?" He asked motioning to the upstairs.
Danny listened. Besides the rain he heard the much quieter sound of running water. Someone was inside the McGarrett home. He nodded to Steve in agreement.
Steve motioned Danny to pass him his pack. Danny handed it over and Steve withdrew his service weapon from the knapsack. He had brought it with him just in case they had met up with one of the wild hogs that were known to frequent their planned camping spot.
Steve motioned Danny to stay behind him and then started towards the stairs. The water had stopped by now and there was an eerie silence. Danny -not to be outdone- picked up a heavy looking statue from a side table and then followed Steve up the stairwell.
Steve carefully crept down the hallway, stopping a few inches from the bathroom door; feeling Danny do the same behind him. Steve reached towards the door knob and it turned underneath his hand. He backed up as the door was flung open.
Steve didn't even have time to register the gender of the person standing in front of him before his wrist was slammed to the side, making him loose the gun, and then he rudely got a fist to the face. The blow would've been enough to stun, even temporally incapacitate an untrained amateur, but Steve was Navy SEAL; trained for close combat situations. And his hallway definitely counted as a close combat zone.
Steve recovered from the blow, just in time to see a bare foot come flying at him. It was a classic martial arts move. Control the weapon, hit your opponent, and then take him down.
The close quarters of the hallway made it practically impossible for Danny to help Steve without getting in his way. Danny started forward, holding the statue high; ready to bring it down on the intruder's head the first chance he got. But Steve stepped back; blocking Danny once again. Danny decided to use the only weapon he had at the time; his voice.
Somewhere behind him Steve heard Danny announce himself as police, but Steve had sunk into combat mode; everything had been muted except the threat in front of him. Steve grabbed the foot that was heading for his chest and then twisted it, intending to throw the attacker off balance. His opponent used the hold as leverage to spin and kick Steve across the jaw with the other foot.
Steve lost his hold on his opponent and went down. As he fell, Steve caught sight of the black metal of his gun on the floor and he snatched it up while at the same time regaining his footing. Danny moved in beside him and both of them raised their weapons just as the intruder rolled to her feet.
"Don't move." Steve ordered sharply.
The woman stayed in her crouched position and held up her hands. "Don't shoot. It's Jennifer Adams, Steve."
Steve froze as he realized who the intruder was. "Jennifer?" He asked in surprise, the gun lowering slightly.
"Yeah." Jennifer replied, lowering her hands and rising to her feet. "It's me."
Danny lowered the statue as it was obvious that Steve knew who the intruder was.
"What are you doing here?" Steve asked some of the tension leaving his body as he lowered the gun to point at the floor.
"I could ask you the same thing." She shot back mildly, raising an eyebrow. "You're not supposed to be home for another day."
"And how do you know that?" Steve asked a frown starting to form on his brow.
Jennifer hesitated for a moment. "Mary-Ann." She replied finally. "She said you'd be away this weekend and the house would be empty."
During this entire exchange, Danny had been watching the two banter back and forth with a puzzled look on his face. He sensed that now was the opportunity to jump in. "I take it you two know each other?" Danny asked motioning from Steve to the dark haired woman.
"Yeah." Steve replied quickly glancing at Danny before turning back to the woman. "We're old friends. Danny, meet Jennifer Adams."
Jennifer glanced towards Danny, accessing him. Danny did the same to her. This usually would be the time where he would offer to shake hands but there was something about her that tickled his detective sense as he glanced her over. The jeans and tank-top she had on were worn and her feet were bare; she looked tired.
"So, what are you doing here?" Steve asked.
"Like I said, the house was empty this weekend and I needed a place to crash." Jennifer replied. She frowned. "Mary-Ann said she'd call you."
"Obviously she didn't." Steve said. His tone said that this was usual with Mary-Ann.
"Obviously." Jennifer replied. She winced slightly as she looked at Steve. "Sorry about the face." She apologized.
Steve touched his lip which was beginning to swell. "It's fine." He replied.
There was a beat of awkward silence before Jennifer motioned to the bedroom. "I'm going to get something warmer on. It was nice to meet you." She said to Danny before disappearing into the second bedroom that Danny assumed had been Mary-Ann's.
"Mind explaining to me what that was all about?" Danny asked turning to his partner after the door had been shut behind her.
"Long story." Steve replied shortly.
"Ok. Then give me the shortened version." Danny said.
"She used to live on the island." Steve replied. "Though I haven't seen her in several years."
"Ok. But that still doesn't explain where she leaned to fight like that." Danny remarked. "For a moment there I thought you were going to need me to back you up, Mr. Super-Ninja."
Steve raised an eyebrow. "You could've jumped in at any time." He replied
"Yeah and risk clocking you with this thing?" Danny asked hefting the heavy statue he still held in his hands. "I already think you've suffered enough brain damage as it is."
Steve didn't answer him and Danny noticed that he had a funny look on his face. Steve was looking towards the bedroom door where Jennifer had disappeared into.
"What?" Danny asked. "Why do you have that look on your face?"
"Her fighting style." Steve replied. "I only know of one kind of fighting style like that; She's CIA."
Steve moved towards the closed door and Danny followed him, setting the statue down on a nearby table. Steve banged on the door with his fist. "Jennifer! We need to talk." He called through the wood door.
There was no answer from inside the room.
"I'm coming in!" Steve warned before grabbing the doorknob and pushing the door open. The room was empty and the window was open letting in the rain that showed no sign of letting up anytime soon.
"'I've got it!" Danny called over the sound of the wind. He quickly shut the window and the room was relatively quiet again.
Steve glanced around the room. The only signs that it had been occupied was the towel draped over the desk chair and the small silver chain lying the dresser. He picked up the silver necklace with the heart pendent attached, recognizing the necklace as Jennifer's favourite.
"So much for a quiet weekend." Danny remarked from across the room. "You'll want to take a look at this."
Steve walked over to where Danny was kneeling beside the bed. Hidden just beneath the blanket at the end of the bed were several bullets. They were new, ready to put into a clip.
"Does your family ever have normal house guests?" Danny asked as Steve bent over to get a better look. After a few seconds, Steve straightened up and walked out of the room without saying a word.
"What!" Danny called after him. "Where're you going?" Danny stood up and followed Steve into the other bedroom. The room looked untouched except for the closet doors and the gun safe, which was open.
Steve held up one of the bullet's that he had taken from the bedroom. "These are my rounds." He replied. "She broke into my safe." He said in disbelief.
"Dude, you seriously need to invest in better security." Danny replied.
"I'm going to get Kono and Chin on this." Steve said pulling his phone from his pocket. "Something's wrong."
"And his super spy sense is tingling again." Danny replied sarcastically. "It's a home invasion at best!" He protested. "You trusted the wrong person with a key to your home and it was abused."
"I didn't trust anyone with my keys." Steve corrected as he placed the phone to his ear. "Mary-Ann did."
"So you're going to call your special task force in on a Saturday for a home invasion that was caused by your sister?" Danny asked. "Where's the logic in that? Hang up the phone."
"What?" Steve asked.
"Hang. Up. The. Phone." Danny repeated. He motioned. "Come on. Hang it up."
Steve pulled the phone away from his ear and ended the call.
"You can't get ahold of them anyways." Danny told his partner. "You gave Kono and Chin the weekend off, remember? It's just you and me."
"So what are you saying?" Steve asked. "That you're going to help me investigate this?"
"Yes! Yes, I will help you investigate this...case." Danny replied. "Though I'm not sure how much of a case there really is to investigate. What do we do first?"
"First we get a hold of Mary-Ann." Steve replied raising his phone again as he started to dial his sister's number.
Both of them spun as the back door to the house was kicked open. Danny grabbed for his holster which wasn't there and Steve dropped the call -and his phone- onto the bed.
"There's a gun in the nightstand." Steve quietly told Danny, grabbing for the gun that he had placed on the bed when he'd come into the room.
Danny located the gun, glad for once that Steve always had an abundance of firearms lying around. Steve moved to the doorway and carefully looked around the corner. Boots thunked on the wood flooring as whoever had just entered the house headed further into the building.
Steve slowly moved into the hallway; Danny following. Steve aimed his gun down the stairs. He nodded back at Danny. "Clear." He whispered.
Carefully, they made their way down the stairs and then were quickly spotted by six heavily armed men in black combat gear and then general confused ensued.
The men – SWAT by the look of their uniforms - were ordering Steve and Danny to drop their weapons and at the same time Steve and Danny were trying to identify themselves as police. Also even more men were coming in from behind them. At the moment, the storm inside the McGarrett home was worse then the one outside.
"Whoa!" Steve yelled over the orders to drop his weapon, finally getting through to the men. "We're Five-0!" Steve carefully took his finger away from the trigger and lowered the gun, keeping only two fingers on the weapon. "We're Five-0." He repeated.
"Check the bedrooms." One of the SWAT members ordered gruffly. Several SWAT officers pushed past Steve and Danny on their way up the stairs.
"Let's see some ID." The SWAT officer, who seemed to be in charge ordered, directing his steely-eyed gaze towards Steve.
"It's in the bedroom." Steve replied, pointing up the stairs with his free hand. "I'll have to go get it."
"No need." A male voice said. Steve and Danny looked through the bannister to where a dark haired man casually dressed in jeans and a light coloured t-shirt with a unmarked Kevlar vest over top had appeared. He wore a blue windbreaker over the Kevlar and it was wet with rain as was his dark hair.
He took his hand off his weapon which he had just holstered. "I know who they are. Tell your men they can stand down, Sergeant." He ordered the officers.
The sergeant ordered the remaining men behind him to stand down. Steve walked down the remaining stairs and met the newcomer on the landing. "What's going on here?" He asked. "Who are you?"
"Jacob Montgomery." The newcomer replied moving his jacket aside so Steve could see that badge clipped to his belt. "FBI." He identified himself, letting the windbreaker fall back into place.
"We're clear." One of the SWAT guys said from the top of the stairs where he had obviously searched the other rooms. "Found this." He held up the necklace that Jennifer had left behind. Montgomery motioned the officer to hand the pendent to him.
Danny risked a glance towards Steve as the officer walked down the stairs and saw a muscle in his partner's jaw jump. Once again a frown gathered on his face as Danny wondered how much Jennifer really mattered to Steve.
"Do you know a Jennifer Adams?" Montgomery asked Steve letting the pendent hang from his hand in plain view. He was baiting them into revealing something; Steve had done it enough to know what the Agent was up too.
"Yes, I do." Steve replied, crossing his arms. "But of course you already know that or else you wouldn't be here."
Montgomery got a thin smile on his face and stopped swinging the pendent. "Commander McGarrett, please don't make this more difficult then if already is." He said in a forced pleasant tone, gathering the necklace into his fist.
"The way I see it you're the one making this difficult." Danny cut in as he stepped forward. "He's not the one who barged into your house and had a gun shoved into his face."
"Danny." Steve interrupted coming up beside his partner. "It's ok. He's just doing his job. Why is the FBI interested in Jennifer?" He asked turning to Montgomery.
"I can't give you that information." Montgomery replied.
"Of course you can't." Danny snorted in annoyance. "The FBI doesn't do anything except..."
"Look." Steve said interrupting whatever Danny had been about to say. Being a smart-ass wasn't going to get them anywhere with Montgomery. "Whatever the charges are... it's obvious she's not here."
"Obviously." Montgomery replied dryly. "Though by this," He held the necklace out by the chain. "She has been here recently. I'm half tempted to drag both your asses in for obstruction."
"Go right ahead." Steve replied. "Just let me call the Governor and let her know that her special task force will be tied up for a few hours while we answer some questions from the FBI."
By the look on Montgomery's face he didn't like being threatened by a fancy navel solider and a city cop. "Call me if she contacts either of you." He placed a card on the small table beside him and then called the SWAT team. "Sergeant! Let's move out."
"Montgomery!" Steve called. The FBI agent turned around as the SWAT team filled out behind him; their twelve booted foot sounding like thunder on the hardwood floor.
Steve motioned towards the necklace in the agent's hand. "By the way, that's my sister's necklace." He gave the agent a small smile and motioned with his head towards the back bedroom. "That's her room."
Montgomery paused for a moment and then smiled back. He made a show of gathering the necklace into his fist, indicating that he meant to keep it. "Nice try, McGarrett." He replied as a parting shot before turning and walking out of the home, closing the door behind him.
For a moment there was silence except for the sound of the rain pounding on the roof overheard. Danny picked up the card Montgomery had left on the table absentmindedly and read it. "Special Investigations? What's that? Some top secret government program for interrogating law enforcement?" He joked. Danny looked up when Steve didn't answer him.
"What?" Danny asked at the look on Steve's face. He motioned to the card. "Don't tell me I actually got it right?"
"They're like the Internal Affairs of any black ops programs." Steve replied.
"Seriously?" Danny asked glancing at the card in his hand. His expression clearly asked what exactly had they gotten themselves into.
"I've got a friend I can call." Steve said. "I'll see what he can tell me about this Jacob Montgomery."
"And why he's looking for your friend." Danny finished glancing down at the card in his hand.
5-0
The phone call took longer then Danny expected. They had moved locations into the kitchen and he watched as Steve paced while he talked to his contact in the living room. Danny looked down at the card in his hand and then continued tapping it against the table. He looked up as Steve came back into the room.
"Nothing." Steve replied to the unspoken question as he ended the call.
Danny raised an eyebrow. "Nothing? As in nothing, nothing?" He asked.
"He's heard of Montgomery." Steve corrected himself. "And he really in Special Investigations."
"But...?" Danny prompted.
"But he doesn't know anything about Jennifer." Steve replied. "If there is an investigation then they're keeping is quiet. He'll contact me if he finds anything else."
"So where does that leave us?" Danny asked. He motioned with the card. "They're can't just expect to show up here and make us hand her over without at least telling us what the charges are."
"There doesn't have to be any charges, Danny." Steve told him. "Black ops programs are top secret and the government will do anything to keep them that way. If Jennifer was involved in something and it went south then they'll use any excuse to bring her in, even treason."
Steve's phone rang, shattering the silence. Steve glanced at the caller ID before picking up the call. The display said unknown. With a slight frown on his face, Steve picked up the call. "McGarrett." He answered.
"Steve; it's me."
"Jennifer." Steve replied in surprise, glancing up at Danny. "Where are you?"
"I wanted to apologize for running out on you." Jennifer continued, ignoring his question. "I saw that Montgomery paid you a visit."
"Yeah; he did." Steve replied. "And he was pretty pissed off. What you'd do? Break his heart?"
Jennifer laughed shortly. "Not quite. Though his job will be history if he doesn't find something fast. Look, Steve. Just stay out of this. Tell Montgomery that you had nothing to do with this; I just needed a place to crash for the night. Your camping trip will provide you with an alibi. I never wanted to get you involved."
"You got me involved when the FBI showed up at my home." Steve replied. "Montgomery thinks that I know where you are."
"But you don't; let's keep it that way." Jennifer was quick to say. "It was nice to see you again, Steve."
"Jennifer! Don't..." Steve yanked the phone away from his ear with an annoyed look and glanced at the screen; she had hung up on him.
"Jennifer?" Danny asked as Steve shoved his phone back into his pocket.
"Yeah. Give me your keys." Steve motioned for the keys.
"I don't like that look in your eyes, Steven McGarrett." Danny said as he reached into his pocket. "That look usually starts something that ends with suspects hanging from rooftops or swimming in shark tanks. Not to mention you trying to impersonate Superman and flying off buildings to your death."
"Nothing like that is going to happen this time." Steve promised. "Just give me your keys. Please?"
"I'm just saying that sometimes you can get a little crazy." Danny replied. "Just don't crash my car this time, ok?"
"I promise." Steve said. He held up his right hand. "Scout's Honour."
"Alright." Danny handed the keys to Steve and then the two of them started towards the front door.
5-0
The rain had stopped for the moment and there was a tense silence in the Camero for several minutes until Danny couldn't take it anymore.
"Where are we going?" He asked. "I take it that we're not going to some secret spy hide-out to pick up you mysterious friend whom you insist on not talking about."
"There's nothing to tell." Steve replied, eyes firmly fixed on the road ahead of him.
"Of course." Danny said with a slight eye roll. "And the reason she hid out in your home is because she knows you wouldn't mind sharing your ammo and cereal."
Steve shot him a look.
"Kidding! I'm kidding!" Danny protested. "I just find it a little strange that a person you haven't seen in 'several years' is suddenly back in town and you have no problem picking up where you left off."
"We were close." Steve replied, pulling his eyes from the road to glance at his partner. This time it was Danny's turn to give him a look.
Steve raised a hand from the steering wheel. "I don't know what else you want me to say!"
"Well, we could start with how well you know her." Danny asked, his tone bleeding annoyance.
"Like I said, she used to live on the island. She and Mary-Anne are friends and our families did some stuff together when we were kids. Then I joined up and she went off to college."
"Ok, so you all hung out." Danny said. "That still doesn't help me understand why you're willing to risk stepping on an FBI investigation to help her out when it seems like she doesn't even want our help."
"She's stubborn." Steve replied, glancing in the rear-view mirror at the car behind them.
"Sounds like someone else I know." Danny muttered. He glanced at Steve. "You sleep with her?"
Steve shot a look his way. "Why would you even say something like that?" He asked before looking back at the road.
"You did, didn't you?" Steve didn't reply and Danny shook his head in disbelief. "So let me get this straight. We're risking our careers for a girlfriend of yours who is involved in an FBI investigation and doesn't want our help?"
"Ok. First of all, she was never my girlfriend." Steve replied. "And second, no; we're not risking our careers. We're just doing some investigating."
"At the risk of our careers." Danny replied incredulously. "Do you know what the FBI can do to local law-enforcement? We could lose our jobs."
"Well, technically you can lose your job." Steve replied. "The FBI doesn't have jurisdiction over the Navy; the Department of Defense does."
"Oh, well. By all means then continue." Danny replied sarcastically. "At least one of us won't end up in jail." He snapped his finger suddenly. "Hey, I know. You can come and break me out with your super SEAL skills then we can run away and live on a island somewhere. We'll eat coconuts and laugh about that time when we were hunted fugitives." He stressed the last two words.
Steve didn't reply as he glanced at the rear-view mirror again.
"What?" Danny asked twisting around to look behind them.
"We're being followed." Steve replied dropping his eyes back to the road.
Behind them a grey sedan with tinted windows was following them and had been following them for the last ten minutes.
"That the FBI for you. Very inconspicuous." Danny commented sarcastically facing forward again. "HPD could give these guys a run for their money."
"Hang on." Steve told him as he pressed the gas. The sleek car shot forward like a rocket.
"Hey!" Danny grabbed for a handhold. He glanced at Steve. "You never were a boy scout, were you?"
"Nope." Steve replied, eyes scanning the road ahead of them. He suddenly turned into a side street, just missing the sidewalk. People jumped back from the street as the Camero shot down the street with a roar.
The FBI agents in the car behind them stayed with Steve as he lead them through a dizzying labyrinth of back roads and side streets of downtown Oahu.
"These guys are good." Danny said grudgingly as the grey sedan made it though yet another terrifying turn.
"Hey! Watch the paint! Watch the paint!" He yelled at Steve as they shot past a dumpster, just scraping the side with the passenger side door and leaving behind a small line of silver paint on the green dumpster as they flew onto the main road.
"Sorry." Steve replied, even though he didn't sound the least bit sorry. He yanked the steering wheel to the left as they came to an intersection and threw the Camero into a U-turn that became more of a spin.
They pulled into the other lane just as the light on the other side turned green. The other cars started to go, but quickly had to turn out of the way as the FBI car came barrelling towards them. The cars were scattered all over the intersection and the FBI agents were caught in the middle of a traffic jam. People angrily honked their horns and some yelled at driver of the grey sedan.
Danny faced forward once again, away from the traffic jam and looked at Steve. "Not bad." He complimented his partner. "Where to now?"
"The office." Steve replied. "There's something going on here and we're going to figure out what that is."
5-0
The 5-0 headquarters were empty as it was a Saturday and all of them were supposedly on their various nature excursions. Steve pushed the glass doors open and strode into the office, heading towards the computer in the centre of the room.
He placed his phone down on the table and the blue surface lit up, sensing his phone's wireless signal. Steve dropped his hands to the computer screen and began typing in commands.
"What are you doing?" Danny asked coming to stop beside Steve.
"Tracing the number." Steve replied not looking up from his task. "Jennifer called me from an unknown number which means I can trace where the call came from and if the phone's still on, hopefully her current position."
"You think being a spy would mean that she would learn how to use a pay-phone." Danny commented.
Steve shook his head. "Burn phones are easier. You can leave a false trail and confuse the hell out of your enemy. With a pay-phone there's more risk of being caught since you're locked into one position."
"Enemy." Danny repeated quietly. "Since when did the FBI become the enemy?" He demanded. "This isn't some navy mission here, Steve. You can't just go around painting targets on anyone who stands in your path."
Steve looked up from the computer. "The FBI may not be the only one's tailing her, Danny. That means there might be someone else out there who wants to find her just as bad as we do. And when they do, it's not going to be for a nice, quiet, on the side, sit down and chat. They'll kill her."
Steve looked back at the computer. "That's why we have to get there first."
5-0
Outside 5-0 headquarters a black sedan was parked around the corner. Two men sat in the car and one of them held a set a headphones to his left ear. On his lap sat a portable surveillance unit. The man twisted a few dials on the board until Steve and Danny's conversation came through loud and clear.
"Her phone's still on." Steve was saying. "The signal's coming from Sunset Beach. Let's go."
The man with the headphones nodded to the driver, indicating that they had gotten what they came here for. He closed the silver case and placed it on the seat behind him. Their man on the inside had done well with planting the bug.
Both men watched as the front doors opened and Steve and Danny appeared. The rain had started again and both men made a dash for the car parked in front of the doors. With a quick look around, Steve got into the driver's seat and started the engine.
"Follow them." The man in the passenger seat said without that slightest trace of an accent that his dark hair and eyes hinted too.
He flipped open his cell phone as the driver started up the engine. He waited until the person on the other end had picked up before speaking. "They're headed your way. Pick her up before they get there."