#1: Title translates to Every deed - good and bad - receives its just reward.
#2: Written for the 2013 Spring Fling at stevedannoslash
#3: The prompt can be found here.
#4: Many thanks to huntress69, smudgegirl and thisjerseydevil for cheering, giving ideas, beta reading and poking me when I hadn't written in a few days. I don't know that I would have gotten this done without their support.

A'ohe hana i nele i ka uku

"Ninety-Six Hours"

Part 1

It was day four of the Edwards' house being taken over by the police and FBI agents. Rachel was in the kitchen trying to focus on what Danny and Steve were telling her, but she couldn't concentrate with the constant stream of people.

The house had been overrun with law enforcement personnel since the night that Rachel and Stan returned from a dinner date to find their children's nanny nearly beaten to death and tied to a chair and their four-year-old son missing.

Before they could call the police, Stan received a call from a blocked number and a disguised voice informing him that they knew where his son was and that if they contacted the police or FBI, they would kill the boy and return him home in pieces. To further illustrate the point, Stan was told to go to his son's room and sitting on the bed in a box was a bloody child size finger. Before the call ended, the disguised voice said they would call back within 24 hours with more demands.

Stan nearly threw up when he looked in the box. He rushed out of the room and took a few cleansing breaths. When Stan collected himself, he went in search of his wife who he found in their bedroom yelling into the phone. He didn't know who she was talking to but for the safety of their son, he hoped that it wasn't the police.

Rachel ended the call and sank down onto the bed. "I know they said not to call the police, but I needed to make sure that Grace was okay. I…I needed to tell Danny."

Stan nodded his head and sat next to Rachel. "I understand."

The hushed murmurs of Steve and Danny ended when Kono entered the kitchen. While she looked rested, there were dark circles forming under her eyes from the countless nights she'd been working to find Charles Edwards.

"Boss, Fong just arrived with the results…" she didn't finish her sentence when she saw Rachel and Stan turn their attention to her.

Charlie Fong joined them in the kitchen with the tablet in his hands. He bit his lip as he looked around the room and the anxious faces staring back at him. He was relieved by the results, but was also worried by them. He ran them two additional times and asked Max to check his results. When Max came to the same conclusion, he knew it was time to give the information.

"All the tests I've run tell me that the finger is a fake. It's a blend of various plastic compounds and latex, but…" there was a collective exhalation of breath at this news when Charlie paused. They waited for the rest of the news, "the blood was only a match to Mrs. Edwards and Grace Williams," he looked at Danny, then Stan, "there was no match to Mr. Edwards." Charlie handed the pad to Steve before stepping back to stand next to Kono.

Rachel exhaled audibly, dabbed at her eyes as she looked at Kono and Charlie. "This is good. He's not hurt. What do we do next?"

At the same time as Rachel asked her question, Stan spoke, "What do you mean his DNA isn't a match to me? He's my son! Of course his DNA matches mine!"

Danny moved to stand next to Steve and they looked at the results. Steve turned his attention from Danny to Rachel and back again. For his part, Danny was curiously quiet, but Steve could almost see the hundreds of questions forming in Danny's mind. Steve was also aware of Stan's shock and Rachel looked his way as she wanted to know what was going to be done next to find her son.

Before Steve could formulate a response, Rachel set her teacup on the table, with more force than was probably necessary and looked at her husband. "Oh do quit babbling and pull yourself together, Stanley! Charles is okay!"

Stan looked at his wife with an incredulous look, "Pull myself together?! Did you not just hear that my DNA doesn't match Charles' DNA?! My son isn't mine!?"

"Of course he's your son, Stanley!" Rachel said. "You raised him since birth. He calls you daddy!"

"All those months before he was born, I asked you if you were sure he was mine and you swore up and down that no one else could be his father and almost five years later, a damn DNA test tells me he's not!"

"That doesn't mean anything Stan," Rachel said as she stood up and moved in front of her husband. "You're the one taking care of him. You're the one who comes home to him every night and reads to him." Rachel reached out to touch Stan's arm, "Stanley, genetics doesn't matter so can we please discuss this once we have him back in our arms?"

Danny looked like he was going to pass out; either from the shock of finding out that Charles Edwards might be his son or from sheer exhaustion, and Steve wished they were back at his house with Grace watching movies.

Steve saw Danny flinch when Rachel told Stan of all the things he did with Charles and how it made the man the little boy's father. Danny looked at Rachel and whatever emotions were shining in his eyes was blinked away as he walked out of the kitchen towards the front of the house.

"Danno…Danny, where are you going?" Steve called out. He moved to follow him but a brief headshake from Kono had him staying put.

Danny didn't respond as he turned to the left and entered the large family room. He stood in front of a table of family pictures and reached for one of Grace and Charles taken the previous Christmas. He looked at it long and hard and of course he could see the resemblance between the two. They were related. But did he see himself in the little boy? He couldn't really tell.

Danny had seen the little boy a few times a month when picking up and dropping off Grace after his weekly visits, so he'd seen him grow from an infant to older baby to toddler to the little boy he was now. He never paid much attention to his looks so he didn't know if Charles had any of the same features he had when he was the same ages.

A loud whistle came from the front of the kitchen. Stan and Rachel stopped yelling, and Danny could hear Steve call his name one more time before he went quiet as well. He left the family room and went back to the kitchen, the picture frame still in his hands.

"If you're done," Kono said, "we have a little boy that needs to be found!" She looked at Charlie, "Were you able to get any trace evidence from the finger and or the box it was in?"

"I got something better!" Charlie responded as he reached for the discarded tablet. Using one hand to hold the tablet and the other to type a few keys on the virtual keypad, he brought up the fingerprint and mugshot of the owner of the print. The information was also sent to the tablet sitting on the table where Danny had been sitting. Steve walked to it and pressed some buttons to bring up the received information.

"Meet Jason Olekma," Kono said as Charlie turned the tablet around to face the group. "He has a long rap sheet and was formerly employed, under the table, by one Bruce Hoffman, the former Housing Commissioner."

Danny joined Steve at the table, set the picture frame in his hands down and glanced at the tablet. He pushed the device towards Stan and looked at him, "Have you have any recent dealings with Bruce or this Jason kid?"

Stan looked at the picture and shook his head, "Never seen Jason before in my life!"

Danny looked at Rachel, "Have you seen him lurking around the house or following you?"

"No, of course not, Daniel!" Rachel said as she looked at the picture of the man in question.

"Are you sure?" Steve asked as he looked between Rachel and Stan. "Are both of you sure you haven't seen him before…anywhere?"

"Yes," Rachel and Stan replied at the same time.

"Alright…Kono, I want you to get some HPD officers and head to Jason Olekma's last known address. Call Chin at HQ and have him get the contact information for Bruce Hoffman…as well as the information for Jason's last employer." Steve said.

Kono nodded her head as she and Charlie left.

Steve turned his attention to Danny who was intently studying Jason Olekma's picture. "I know this face…" Danny said.

"From where?" Steve asked, "Where have you seen him?"

Danny tapped his fingers on the table as he thought. He looked at Steve as he spoke, "Remember the Alvin Franklin murder case we worked about six months ago; the business man visiting from Canada?"

Steve nodded his head, "Yeah, he was looking to expand his business here and was meeting with that German guy…," Steve snapped his fingers as he tried to remember the name.

"Barrett Ivanic!" Danny exclaimed as he typed the name into the tablet in front of him and brought up the notes from the case. "He was buying up abandoned warehouses by the docks and out in the sugar canes…"

"Ivanic?" Stan questioned. "Does he have a brother or cousin or uncle named Adal Ivanic?"

Danny typed the name up and nodded his head, "That's his older brother, why?"

Stan slumped in his chair and hung his head. "My god, I didn't think he'd actually do it."

"Do what exactly?" Danny asked, "How do you know these men?"

"About a year and a half ago I was in negotiations with some European company to develop some land out in the sugar canes. I underbid Ivanic's company and the fallout from that wasn't pretty."

"Wasn't pretty how?" Steve asked.

"It wasn't anything big. Minor property damage and a couple of equipment thefts." Stan said trying to be nonchalant about it.

"What did you mean when you said you didn't think he'd do it? What didn't you think he'd do?" Steve pressed.

"He sent a couple of threatening letters to me. Once here to the house and once to my office." Stan said.

"You didn't think to tell the FBI this three days ago when we were asked if there was anyone you'd pissed off recently?!" Rachel demanded as she hit her hands hard on the table.

"It was almost two years ago!" Stan exclaimed as he jumped to his feet. "I didn't think he'd follow through with the threats and when nothing happened, I forgot about it!"

"Do you have the letters still?" Steve asked.

"No, I threw them away. Why would I keep something like that?!" Stan said with a shake of his head.

"What about contact information for him?" Danny asked.

Stan shook his head again. "No, but I think he has an office near Pier 29."

Within seconds, Steve and Danny were rushing out of the Edwards' kitchen and barking orders to the HPD officers and FBI agents set up in the dining room and living room. As they were rushing out, Chin called to give an update on his conversation with Bruce Hoffman.

"It was a dead end," Chin said. "Bruce hadn't dealt with Jason Olekma since he lost his job as Housing Commissioner."

"We've got a new lead, Chin!" Steve said as he jumped into the driver seat of the Camaro. "I need all the information you can get me on Adal Ivanic. He might have an office near Pier 29."

"On it, Steve," Chin replied before ending the call.

As Steve started the car, he glanced at Danny who was having his own conversation. Within minutes he was ending his call and starting another. He set the phone down and put it to speaker.

"Hey Danny, I've got news for you," Kono's voice said through the speaker.

"Please let it be good…" Danny replied.

"The best!" Kono said. "I picked up Cath on the way to Jason Olekma's last known, but he wasn't there. One of his neighbors said he took off about 30 minutes before we arrived."

"I found out he's working for a guy by the name of Ivanic," Catherine added. "He has an office on Ilalo Street."

"That's by Pier 29! Right where Stan said he thought the office was!" Danny exclaimed.

"We'll meet you there!" Kono said before ending the call.

Steve glanced at Danny, who was clearly still in his own world. Steve knew how much cases involving children affected his partner and more than once thought to suggest that Danny sit this case out since he was too close to it, but the same could be said for himself as well.

The little boy they were looking for wasn't just the kid of some tourist or the kid of a friend of the Governor's. This was the son of Danny's ex-wife. This was Grace's little brother. For better or worse, Charles Edwards was a part of their Ohana. Ohana means family and family means no one gets left behind.

Steve took a corner with more speed and squealing of tires than was necessary and usually that elicited some sort of response from Danny, but the man simply stretched his arms out and braced himself against the dashboard in front of him.

"Hey, Danno…you okay? You haven't complained once about the way I'm driving…" Steve baited.

"I'm fine…" Danny said with a dismissive wave of his hand. "It's just…whatever."

"Danno…I know you're thinking about something. So tell me." Steve tried again. "I know it'd be stupid of me to ask if it was the case, so just tell me what about this case has the gears in your head in overdrive."

"It can wait until later. We need to concentrate on finding Charles. We just need to find him."

Steve reached his right hand out, placed it on Danny's left thigh and gave it a gentle squeeze. "I know, Danno. We'll find him."