A/N: As promised here is a brand new story because I'm just weak and when stories get into my head they don't leave me alone.

This story was inspired by my new love for the NBC series Hannibal, but it is completely based in the Hawaii Five-O universe and really had nothing to do with Hannibal whatsoever, but it's going to be messy and full of psychopathic goodness. It will not be fore the faint of heart. It was also started because of one of my Rant collections and when I wrote the prompt and had finished it, the whole story just kinda manifested itself in my mind. I had to carry one once it started to speak to me.

Also, Kono is in this story because in my mind I'm ignoring the season three finale!

As always I do not own any of the characters from Hawaii Five-O. They are the property of CBS.

Enjoy.

Chapter 1: News Flash

"In other news, Five-O made yet another spectacular take down today - ridding the island of evil doers and leaving a monstrous path of mayhem and destruction in their wake. With more on that story, here is Johnny Tao."

Detective Danny Williams turned off the television in the break-room and slammed the remote down onto the table top with a huff of aggravation.

"I was watching that!" Commander Steve McGarrett stated as he tossed and empty coffee cup over hand toward the waste paper basket and it was nothing but net.

"Like you want to hear another veiled news report about how we are effective but completely uncalled for?" Danny asked grumpily. "You know the news media has it out for us. All they do is talk down about us!"

"Hey, I hear it from you all the time in the car. It's nice to hear it from someone else for a change!" Steve stated mockingly as he snatched up the remote. "They're just doing their jobs." He added and turned the TV on again.

"This is the second time - the second time - Commander McGarrett has toppled my cart in the pursuit of one of his fugitives. All my merchandise is ruined and who is going to pay for that? Governor, will it be you? You're the one responsible for your Neanderthal task-force!" Some local Hawaiian complained for his fifteen minutes of fame on the local news station.

"Details into the Five-O case are still unclear at this time, but what we do know is thousands of dollars in damage was done today in a market place that seems to be a Five-O highway." Johnny Tao stated as the news feed cut back to him.

"It's not my fault my fugitives like to hang out in Ala Moana!" Steve huffed.

"Don't worry about it Steve," Danny stated with a shrug. "That guy wouldn't know what it was like to get in a chase, let alone what a treadmill was." Danny spat and grumbled as the slightly overweight - expensively dress - TV personality continued to talk down about Five-O to get his point across.

"If it weren't us getting all the back-lash it would be someone else." Steve stated as he let another string of harsh words roll off his back. "Besides we know that we are doing what is best, and the Governor will back us up - he always does." he added as his phone began ringing.

"Hey Duke, what do you have for us?" Steve asked into the phone as Danny turned the TV off once more.

"No, we wrapped our case, we're not busy." Steve stated and winked at his partner who was flailing to get Steve to stop.

"We are busy - we have paper work to file!" Danny stated loud enough that he was sure Duke heard him.

"All right, Danny and I are on our way!" Steve finished his conversation as cheerfully as possible and hung up.

"Back to the grind already?" Danny whined. "I'm not even finished my coffee." He stated and waved his StarBucks cup in Steve's face.

"We'll if you would quit your belly aching, maybe you would have had time to finish. I guess I'm driving so that you can drink your coffee!"

"You always drive," Danny stated as he swiped his cup up off the table again and followed his partner out of the office.

5-0

Steve and Danny walked into the news paper publisher's office. In the lobby they found all of the people that worked in the building being questioned by police. Outside other news reporters had already started to gather.

"Glad you could make it." Duke Lukela stated as he walked out of the crowd and up to the arriving Five-Os.

"You said, on the phone, that this involved us," Steve said as he looked around.

"It might," Duke answered and moved away from the large group - Danny and Steve followed obediently.

Outside of a private office space, Steve and Danny were surprised to see Max and Charlie just standing in the hallway. The two scientist were all dressed up for the investigation, with masks and gloves, and even protective suits, but they were stuck in the hall waiting.

"Why aren't you processing the scene?" Steve asked as they were led right to where the coroner and the forensic scientist stood.

"Because we figured that you might want to see this before we tear it apart. It was meant for you." Charlie said and there was a disturbed hesitation in the way he spoke.

Steve spun on Duke in that moment and looked at him questioningly.

"The victim has been identified as Lauren LaBelle." Duke explained as he stood between Steve and Danny, and the door to the woman's office.

"The Lauren LaBelle? The same journalist who has it out for Five-O? I swear every story she writes paints Five-O in a negative light. It's like her personal vendetta to see the task-force abolished." Danny said with shock and confusion. Was it a coincidence that everyone in news media had it out for Five-O today?

"It's funny you should word it that way." Duke stated and without explanation he opened the door and motioned for Steve and Danny to go in.

Inside the room the walls were plastered like an inverted paper mashe piƱata with every article the woman had ever written against Five-O. The walls, the ceiling, the windows and even the door were slathered with a high gloss lacquer that left the room smelling so strongly Steve and Danny had to covered their faces or risk becoming high off the fumes. In the middle of the room, in her overly expensive desk chair sat the woman in questions. She had been warped up like a cocoon in her writing and spilling out from her mouth was a cascade of feathery strips - with only the news papers header on them. Her head was pushed back, hanging over the back of her chair and where the paper cover her neck, it was stained red with blood - it was the only colour left in the room of black and white new print. She looked like she had been tortured before she was wrapped up and killed.

On her desk top, the only item in the office that wasn't covered in paper, was a screensaver that flashed the message that was meant for Five-O - if the message wasn't clear enough already.

Five-O will be the one to avenge you, although you are undeserving of their help.

You are completely to blame.

The message moved across the screen as Danny and Steve looked around.

"How did no one see this happening?" Danny asked in shock.

"I think the better question would be who is a fan of Five-O and a psychopath?" Duke Lukela asked. "Because this took a lot of planning, a lot of ingenuity and a person that was close to this victim. He clearly didn't like what she was writing about you."

"That's why you are holding everyone that works in this office." Steve stated.

"If it wasn't an inside job, then it could be almost anyone," Duke stated. "I don't know if they've done you a favour by silencing your biggest critic or if this could be the biggest puzzle you've ever had to deal with, but all signs point to you as the ones who will solve it. It's almost like this killer wants to be found - by you - to prove that you are the best on the island and worth having around."

"Or he's mocking us," Danny stated.

"The thing that worries me," Steve said after he walked out into the hallway to where the coroner and the forensic scientist stood, "is that she wasn't our biggest critic. She was vocal about her dislike for Five-O, but she's not the only one. This might be only the beginning."

"You think this is going to be a serial case?" Danny asked.

"I think this is a warning to anyone who spoke out against us, and if we don't catch this person, it may be just what our critics need to silence us forever."