Disclaimer:I do not own "Hawaii Five-O" or "The Streets of San Francisco" and their characters. All creative rights to the characters from both series belong to their original creator(s). Only the plots and fanon which includes my own characters or places of interest that I created belong to me.
Tanith11
*Author's Note: This is a cross-over story based on the TV Series "Hawaii Five-O" and "The Streets Of San Francisco". I have yet to receive my category request confirmation from the site moderators to consider placing this story in the cross-over section, however this story contains a stronger emphasis on "Hawaii Five-O".
*Mahalo to "jodm" for her assistance, support and confidence*
Chapter 1
SFPD, Bureau of Inspectors, 850 Bryant Street, San Francisco, 1972
Grabbing a chocolate iced donut from the box on his desk, seasoned detective Lieutenant Mike Stone continued reading through his report on the China Town drug bust. A light tap on his door followed by the fresh, young voice of his partner brought his head up from his paperwork.
"Mike, we've got a 10-71 on Montgomery Street. Officer Daniels called in. He said witnesses heard gun shots fired from an alley." Inspector Steve Keller announced as he stood at the open doorway of Mike's office dressed in a beige suit and check shirt.
"That's the second time this week! Alright let's go." Mike pushed back his chair and rose to his feet. He took his reading glasses off and placed it on his desk. After slipping on his coat, he retrieved his donut and quickly made his way out of the office.
"What's the story this time, buddy boy?" Mike asked as they hastily left the building.
"Don't know yet. Two patrol cars are on their way now. Neighbors heard the shots and called 911." Steve replied as he opened the door of the tan LTD and slid into the driver's seat.
"Let's hope we're not too late this time. Come on. Let's go!" The urgency in Mike's gruff voice was unmistakeable as Steve put the pedal to the metal.
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Sure enough two black and whites were already parked at the curb of the alleyway entrance. An officer was relaying information through the mike of his CB radio. The two detectives, Mike Stone and Steve Keller exited their vehicle which came to a screeching halt in between the SFPD cars.
"What have we got, Daniels?" Mike strode over to the young officer who replaced the mike beneath the dash of his car.
"Found a kid, late teens, early twenties, in there. There were three bullet wounds to his back." Officer Daniels said as he pointed in the direction of the alley where two other officers could be seen crouched over a body.
"How bad?" Even as the question left his tongue, Mike's gut told him the boy was long dead.
Officer Daniels merely shook his head, a look of sadness washed over his face. Such a waste.
"Okay." Mike nodded and proceeded with Steve in tow towards the alleyway. They headed straight for the victim attended to by the SFPD officers. Upon closer inspection, they could now see the body had been covered by a dark colored blanket. There was blood pooling beneath it which had already begun to congeal. Mike's grey eyes zeroed in on the trail that led away from the body and rounded a bend, past flimsy wooden crates and over turned trash cans. He continued to walk towards the crime scene then followed the trail as Steve spoke to the officers. The trail thinned the further he walked through the narrow lane until it stopped. Looking at the grimy brick walls, the detective spotted smears of crimson on the wall to his right. Clues that the victim had attempted to flee from where he'd initially been gunned down. Taking several more steps, Mike froze as his eyes locked on a hand protruding from beneath a pile of broken wooden and plastic crates. Quickly but carefully, Mike lifted the obstructing heap off the victim, silently praying for life beneath the rubble. Placing his fingers over the young man's carotid artery, he could feel a weak pulse. "Steve! We've got a live one here!" The detective turned his head and hollered.
"Mike." Steve approached his partner.
"Call an ambulance!"
"Daniels already did. They should be on their way. How is he?"
"I don't know. He's got a weak pulse." Mike gently turned the victim over. Something clattered onto the ground. Searching for the source of the noise, Mike's eyes fell on the victim's hand. Fingers slick with blood were still wrapped around a small silver handgun. Licking his lips, Mike used as little of his own fingers as possible to pry away the weapon from the unconscious man's hand then passed it over to Steve who took out his handkerchief before reaching for the weapon.
Mike began assessing the downed man. He was young, probably in his late twenties with curly, sand-blond hair. There was a gash over his brow and his hair was matted with blood from the probability of more injuries to his head. The lieutenant began frisking the body but could not find a wallet or any identification. The siren wailed and the sound of more vehicles parking, opening and shutting their doors could be heard nearby.
"Find anything Mike?" Steve asked as he stood by his partner.
"No. Nothing. He's clean apart from that." Mike replied pointing at the pistol in Steve's hands, held in the handkerchief to preserve the finger prints of the possible suspect.
"Looks like a 22. Calibre semi-automatic." Steve tilted his hand to better look at the weapon as it glinted in the sunlight.
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Hawaii Five-O Head Quarters, Iolani Palace, Honolulu, 1972
Steve McGarrett's frown deepened as he hung up the receiver of his telephone.
"What is it Steve?" The oriental detective asked, worriedly.
"That was our contact, Nielson, on the mainland. It's Danno. He didn't report back last night." Steve replied, concern etched in his voice.
"Do you think something happened to him, boss?" Detective Chin Ho Kelly pressed on. His troubled features betrayed his own trepidation for his colleague's safety.
"I don't know, Chin but I'm going to find out." Steve responded before picking up the receiver once again and pressing the intercom button. "Jenny. Put me through to SFPD."