Ke Maka'u loa Kane

by Irene Claire

Loosely translates to "The Dangerous Man." Someone from Danny's much too recent past returns for vengeance. Rated T just to be sure. My OC's of Doctor Ramirez and Ellen Ramirez will make an appearance.

1. Chapter 1

I do not own Hawaii Five-0 or any characters. No copyright infringement intended.

Notes: Special thanks to JazzieG and to CinderH for a huge amount of help with the beta of this new story. I gave them A LOT to contend with. The usual disclosure, caveats, et al about not being in the medical profession. A great deal of research was done for some of this .. but of course, greatly adapted to fit the goal of the story. (Fan Fiction reminder!)

Chapter One

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He arrived on the Island similarly to his first visit, but this time exited the plane properly. He accepted the welcoming lei but without a smile and then made a beeline to the taxi stand. Everything would be waiting for him as he'd asked - actually, as he paid for because each step of his plan was working perfectly.

Frankly, he deserved a break in this misery his life had become. And he only asked for a small one .. just enough of a break so he could set things right once and for all.

He got into next available cab and then yanked the flowers from his neck. The Hawaiian was friendly and chatty; he was not. In fact, he couldn't care less about small talk as his stomach rumbled unhappily. So he made one minor alteration in his plan. Giving the cabbie the address of the motel, he also wanted a nearby diner. One he could walk back to the motel from.

But the cabbie hesitated. "Here, brah? You want to stay here? You didn't use one of them cheap-o online yeehaa-type booking things .. because, brah .. this place ..it's bad."

His anger flared then and the overly helpful cabbie immediately quieted. "It's your own troubles then."

With a negative shake of his head, he pulled away from the curb for the nearly 45 minute drive to the dilapidated and almost too remote dump. Parking in the rutted lot, he pointed half way down the block.

"There .. that shack down there is what they think is a diner. Eat at your own risk, brah." Without a word, his fare was tossed at him and the ugly Haole was gone.

No tip. No conversation. Ruined flowers now strewn across the backseat and floor of his car. The normally sunny-tempered cabbie left quickly with an uneasy, sour feeling in the pit of his own stomach.

~ to be continued ~