A/N: Hello dear readers, yes something new! It's an exciting day.

I began this story, I'd say, about two years ago and never pursued it but hid it away for another day. After the events of this season's finale, I decided to revisit the story, change some of the points that would not carry on in the canon, and decided that it was time to work on it. Here is the first chapter and please tell me how you feel about it. I am looking for input on whether or not I should continue with this. I have several stories that I plan to post the beginnings of in the next few days and weeks, and based on the reception by the readers I will decide which of the stories I will dive into. I will likely write them all, but I need direction and I am looking to you, dear readers, to set me on the right path. Let me know what you think, and thank you so much for reading!

Chapter 1: All In The Family

Detective Danny Williams had settled into his life and the islands paces. He'd put New Jersey so far behind him that, even though he still brought it up from time to time, and certain things - like smells - took him right back there, it was hardly a memory now. It was never at the front of his mind, not when his life got in the way and Hawaii opened up to him. He was a busy man, with a family, friends, and a job that filled his life and made him feel whole for the first time in his existence.

Maybe he had become too comfortable. Maybe Hawaii really had become his home, but somewhere out there amongst the waves and the sand, somewhere miles off, away from the pacific and closer to the atlantic, the same people and problems still ruled on high in the garden state. In Hawaii - the Aloha State - things were different, slower and calmer, even though Danny Williams worked in the most high stress, high action, prestigious job he had ever held, life was so much more different and settled. Danny mockingly blamed Steve for the change of pace, not so much the island, but Danny had to leave the worries of New Jersey behind and focus all of his attention on the present. He had to, he had Steve to worry about now and all the troubles and stresses that life threw at him.

After another incredible weekend of pool parties, lunch excursions and all the general fatherly things that come with having ones daughter all to ones self, Danny made his way into work, after dropping Grace off at school, bright and early on Monday morning, and was greeted in the usual way by his peers.

"How is Charlie doing?" Steve asked as Danny walked in.

"Recovering, I imagine." Danny huffed his answered. "I only had Grace this weekend and it was great, but I am really getting sick of fighting Rachel again. I thought that was all over, and it should have been, but she's got her claws into me again."

"You've gotta fight for your rights as a father."

"I know, that's why I'm doing it, but don't you think I'm just making more enemies in the mean time?"

"He's lived three years without you, do you want to waste anymore time?" Steve asked. "You deserve to see that boy, your son, grow up, especially if you are the one who saved his life. Do you want to miss the life you've given him?"

"No." Danny stated and rushed off to his own office before Steve could continue to badger him.

The weekend, as many had in the resent months, been one of great happiness. Even with the tensions that had come out of winning joint custody of Grace, only to have Rachel hold onto her secrets and keep Charlie from him. In a way, because Danny was a match to the poor little boy, and because Charlie was doing well in his recovery, Danny and Rachel had come to an unspoken understanding, and once that had been reached, their schedules played out like clockwork. He visited Charlie in the hospital, with masks and gloves and all the things to make sure that the boy was safe in quarantine to recover from the transplant of stem cells but he was still too young to understand what Rachel had done. As far as Charlie was concerned, Stanley was his father, not Danny, but Danny had become a pretty cool and well trusted presence. Then, once his visit was over Danny picked up Grace and spent three glorious days with her - two of which has been almost all time spent together without school to worry about, or lessons to rush off to. It was a down time for the young lady, and all her activities, and so she spent her time happily with her father, and he drank it all in appreciatively because he knew it wouldn't last forever. Children grow up so fast. Grace was well on her way to adulthood, though she was still very young, and she had her own friends, ideas and paths plotted out. Soon their paths would part ways, though they would still be close, Grace would take a lead and Danny would have to step back and watch her go.

Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, as far as Danny was concerned. The morning passed as they always did. His cell phone rang and it was always one of about a half dozen people he knew in Hawaii. The land line at home never rang very much at all and usually, if there was a message left on his home answering machine it was from his mother. This weekend was no exception, except for one rather long, silent, message left on Saturday afternoon, with the caller ID showing up nothing more than a blocked number. Maybe the machine was on the fritz. Maybe it was a wrong number. Or maybe it was just one of his family members, likely one of the nephews or nieces pocket dialling on their cell phones again. Whatever it was, Danny shrugged it off. Deleted the message without a though and scooped his surf board up to head out to the beach.

Now with Monday on the go, Danny worked silently completing paperwork on his own as Steve made calls to the Governor about the case they'd finished early Thursday morning. Chin had swung by the HPD precinct to pick up processing reports on their suspects and the arrests that were made in the case, and Kono, well Kono was making all the calls to the families of the victims - the condolences, the calls that told them what was happening, and lastly, the calls that would bring closure to the grieving mother of two who lost her youngest daughter when a Mexican drug cartel decided it was time to wrap up loose ends and get the hell out of business on the islands. Seven people had died within hours of each other, all with the same weapon and the case came together before the hired guns could board a plane back to their homeland - well done Five-O.

It had been a case that had hit the media hard, with lots of international paper work to deal with and as such, the weekend, once they were able to have one, was a welcome time to turn away from work and just have a good time. Danny and his friends, along with his Daughter, spent a lot of time together as a group - they loved the child, young woman, too. And so, as Monday morning turned into Monday mid day, Danny and his friends remained oblivious to what was actually going on.

5-0

Danny Williams - newly minted detective - had been following the case, in secret, for as long as he could remember. You heard a lot as a beat cop, but never got involved. It was your job to know the people. The townies and the tourists. If you didn't know them by name, you at least knew them to see them, and Danny was no exception. He was attentive, and keen, with a mind for justice and a want to bring the world under control. It was a lot for a beat cop to aspire too, and most of the time his training office and partner, Rick, would laugh at the keenness the kid show.

"Take it easy D. Keep your nose clean, and do your job." Rick would say from the passenger seat of the squad car. "The sooner you get that under control, the sooner you'll move up in this game. You got what it takes, kid, to do very well as a cop. You've got what my Gran used to call gumption, and I expect your arrest records and your promotions to be numerous and headline makers, but for now, you gotta start where we all started."

Danny learned a lot from Rick - how to be a cop and how not to be a cop. Rick needed to take some of his own advice and keep his nose clean, but he didn't and just after Danny's promotion to Detective, his next big headline was making the arrest of his own partner.

But that wasn't the case that, at night, Danny would piece through and study. No, the case that he was assigned as soon as he was placed with homicide was the case that had caught his attention months, even years earlier. It was a case that was infamous, and even though Danny had found himself in a newly minted relationship - as well as career path - well he also found himself well versed and completely prepared to add his knowledge to a case with it's fingers in so many different pies - drugs, prostitution, murder for hire - it all came down to this.

A crime family, tightly knit and lip locked. They kept everything within their ranks. From fathers to sons and down the generations. You didn't get in, and you never got out, because these people knew better than to trust anyone outside of their own family. You always were a part of the family business and the Pelagio family was huge - and they flaunted it. There was no way to get an undercover into the family - if you weren't blood, you were the enemy, and with enough siblings and cousins, nieces and nephews, and a patriarchal gathering of five eldest brothers, they covered each others backs. The women were even in on it, but on the other side of the business - the side that seemed legitimate. They made money in fashion, music, art, the works. They owned restaurants and theatres, supermarkets and even a ferry line. The money came in from all avenues, on both the men's and the women's sides of the business, and went into the accounts, but there was no way to get in there and see because, again, if you weren't family then you didn't have a job - but if you wanted to spend your money then you were welcomed with open arms.

It was a monopoly on a generational scale, and even though it looked clean, everyone knew it was dirty - they just couldn't get close enough to prove it.