Here Comes The Rain
Summary: Phoebe Harper was the youngest woman in her team to become a detective at New York Police Department. When she is assigned a case tracking down a serial killer, Phoebe has to transfer to Hawaii for the duration of the case. The case itself is thought to be nothing more than a quick case but it turns out to be much more heartbreaking than she ever expected as the one thing she ran away from is suddenly on her door step.
Pairing: Danny/OC
Disclaimer: I do not, unfortunately, own the masterpiece that is Hawaii Five-O nor do I own the characters that make the show so popular. I do, however, own my OC Phoebe Harper.
Authors note: I've always wanted to write a Hawaii Five-O fan fiction but each idea I've come up with have turned out to be rambling stories that didn't make sense. I came up with this idea a few weeks ago and I've finally planned out everything to the very end. It will be a Danny/OC fan fiction as there aren't many stories about him on here and just the fact that I love him as a character.
Thoughts and flashbacks are in italics.
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Chapter One
One week earlier
Detective Phoebe Harper knew from the moment she stepped foot in the abandoned warehouse, gun poised, that it was a very bad idea. Her azure blue orbs scanned the surrounding area with such ferocity that the feelings of unease and dread didnt shift from the pit of her stomach. She mentally cursed herself, as questions of her survival ricocheted around her mind like an over-excited bullet, for getting herself in this situation without a partner covering her back or back up on her heels ready to take the criminal down.
But she was that close she could smell justice, and being a stubborn red head, there was no backing down.
The message from dispatch rang through her mind once more as she tried to distinguish the location of her suspects hiding place.
Suspect 105 found travelling towards Downtown New York in a red sports car. Suspect is thought to be armed and dangerous.The warehouse was situated in Downtown New York. It was once a thriving fish-market but it now stood derelict with graffiti covered concrete walls, discarded clothes and empty alcohol cans scattered the dirty ground.
Phoebe's breath hitched in her throat as she rounded a corner, her gun gripped tightly in her shaking hands. Even though she had spent the last ten years of her life working at New York PD, she was never prepared when on a case as each case differed from the rest. The thrill of a case was indescribable, no doubt about it, and the adrenaline rush experienced is one to be remembered. Phoebe mentally skimmed through the criminal records of Kaiki Mai and all nerves she had felt before escaped her body with a shaky breath.
Kaiki Mai was a dangerous criminal and was the mastermind behind a gang known to Hawaii PD, New York PD and Miami PD for their unlawful crimes. Mai was known for his reputation for drug trafficking, fraud and murder, and had somewhat of a background with the law enforcement, and even though he had been inside the walls of many police departments more times than someone's local coffee shop, there was never enough evidence to charge him. It frustrated each and every cop and detective unfortunate to meet him to no end and after two years of building a strong case against Kaiki Mai, Phoebe was close to putting the crime lord behind bars once and for all. The very thought of this man off the streets was enough to make the hairs on her neck stand up.
One thing that Phoebe had been taught during her police training was to target a criminals weakness, and there was no doubt in anyone's mind that Kaiki Mai's biggest weakness was his family.
Mai had been married to Akela Mai for nine years and were teenage sweethearts and had bore two children together. After a difficult pregnancy and labour, Akela and Kaiki finally became parents to twin girls Bracha and Chanah the night before Christmas. The two girls resembled their mother to such an extent that Kaiki would often find himself in awe as he watched his beloved wife and children playing on the beach without a care in the world - completely unaware of their husband and fathers reputation. To Bracha and Chanah, their father was a kind-hearted man who saved cats from trees and helped old women across the street. To Akela, her husband was a doting father who adored his children and would never hurt a fly. To the citizens of Hawaii, New York and Miami, Kaiki Mai was a ruthless murderer, fraudster and drug trafficker who had seeped into many of their nightmares on a regular basis.
Phoebe snapped her head towards the sound in the distance. She trained her ears to listen to the area in which sound had coming from and heard shuffling, heavy breathing and the tapping of shoes against the hard concrete ground.
"It's over, Kaiki," Phoebe shouted, hoping that her voice wouldn't crack with nerves. "Make it easier for yourself, and come out with your hands up. Got that?"
"Go to hell."
Sighing in frustration, Phoebe shifted in her position. She had to change tactics, and quickly.
"What would your family say? What would your wife, daughters, or mother say if they knew about what you did…what you do? How you kill people for money?"
There was silence for several moments before a voice echoed throughout the warehouse. Phoebe winced as she felt cramp in her lower calf muscle.
"Shut up."
She stood up, her head turning towards his voice off into the distance. She was getting somewhere, cracking his hard exterior once and for all.
"They love you. You love them," Phoebe started. "It only natural that you want to protect them but protecting them by killing others is not the case. It's not right."
"You don't know anything. I love them."
"If you love them then you wouldn't want to jeopardise not only your life but their life. They will love you regardless of what you do." Phoebe crept towards his voice, as slowly and as quietly as she could. With each step, she felt her body overcome with nerves. She rounded the corner to where his voice was stronger and glanced in the direction of where he was sat, fingers running through his black, longish hair.
Sirens could be heard in the background and she watched as his head snapped up to the direction of where the sirens were coming from. The sound was coming from everywhere, police vehicles surrounding the warehouse.
"You bitch!" Kaiki exclaimed. "You set this up…"
"I had no idea, Kaiki."
When silence pierced her ears for a few moments, Phoebe turned towards the direction of Kaiki Mai and found him… not there. What was left in his place was his jacket, and nothing else.
Phoebe closed her eyes and ran her hand through her auburn hair in frustration.
"Shi-"
It happened all of a sudden. Before she could grasp hold of the situation in front of her, Phoebe was tackled to the ground by a strong and powerful force. Punches and kicks beat down on her body and she felt the wind being knocked out of her as each punch came into contact with her ribs. The gun that was held tightly in her hand skidded across the hard ground and at that very moment, as she watched the gun soon become out of her reach, the hope of sending this man to jail for a very long time harm free became nothing but a mere dream that she had concocted during the months of trying to capture this fugitive.
Son of a bit-
Phoebe's head was knocked to the side as Kaiki's fist made contact with her jaw, repeatedly. Blood collected in her mouth and she felt the warm crimson liquid begin to trickle down her throat causing her to cough.
The voices of cops filled her ears and she felt the pressure on her chest become a memory as Kaiki pushed himself off of her. Phoebe heard his footsteps bounce off the ground in the distance echoing off the walls like a bullet ricocheting around the warehouse before everything faded into darkness.
Phoebe awoke a few hours later in a hospital bed of Goodwill General Hospital in New York. The evening sun poked through a gap in the blind causing Phoebe to wince in pain, a dull throb etching itself across her forehead. It wasn't long before the pain in her abdomen made an appearance and a whimper escaped her lips as she tenderly touched the bandages wrapped around her waist. She began to sit up but the pain was all too much.
"Easy, now…"
A voice entered Phoebe's ears and she quickly turned her attention to the man stood in the corner of the hospital room. A small smile etched across her face as she realised who it was.
Phoebe's voice was hoarse as she sat back onto her pillow, "Fancy seeing you here."
The man came forward and took a seat on the chair situated next to the bed. His friendly smile warmed her insides, relaxing her in an instance.
"Did you find him?"
The man shook his head, regrettably.
"I was so close, John. I nearly had him. The sirens spooked him - the police sirens, god-damnit."
"Hey… they were doing their job."
"I know that and I'm grateful, really I am," Phoebe whispered. "Two years, John. Two years we've been after him now and he's gone. I'm so stupid!"
John sighed, taking her hand in his gently. "You are not stupid. It was unfortunate."
"I let my guard down, let him get the upper hand. I was trained to do this, lock criminals away. It's my job to protect people, I've let the team down."
"You've been working on this case for two years now and look at the steps you've made. You spent hours of your time researching him, finding every little thing about him from his favourite colour to his last victim. You tracked him down, found where he was hiding and you made sure that your team was safe. You only feel that you've let them down because you feel like you've wasted their time."
Phoebe found herself turning away from the older man and looking over at the window that looked out onto a park.
"You can look away from me but you know I'm right," John smiled. "Maybe it's time you had some time off. Two years is a pretty long time to be working on a case, especially when you work 18 hours a day. It's time for a vacation."
"But-"
"No buts. Phoebe, take some time off. Go travelling, write a novel - do anything that will help you relax. You need this, Phoebe."
"What about my team?" Phoebe asked, trying to hide her concern about her team mates.
"They'll have time off as well."
Phoebe felt as though she was letting her team down, and John could sense that. Nothing that he said would make her feel any better about the case nor having time off. Ever since she had started working for him, John had liked the stubbornness that came from within. It was a good attribute to have when dealing with cases, and he knew she was going to be able to do her job because she would never give up. However, times had changed and as he watched her fight her thoughts mentally, he knew that he had to put her in line and none of them was going down with a fight.
"Maybe my team can split my time off between them."
"No," John shook his head, the sun bouncing off his silvery grey hair. "Look at you. You have four broken ribs, a broken collar bone. You're in no fit state to continue your hunt on Kaiki Mai. You're going on vacation whether you like it or not."
Surprisingly, Phoebe didn't put up much of a fight and reluctantly nodded.
"Take a week," John squeezed Phoebe's hand. "Take a month. Take whatever you need off because we need you back fighting fit, got that?"
John stared at the woman in front of him closely as she nodded. The love he had for her in his heart was a protective and fatherly love that he couldn't give to his own children. After many years of trying to start a family with his beloved wife Angie, every IVF treatment they had gone through had either been unsuccessful or had unfortunately ended in miscarriage. As age and their own personal battles got the better of them, they gave up the hope of having children of their own and started focusing on their careers. When Phoebe came onto the force, John knew the second he clapped his brown eyes on the redheaded woman that she would mean something to him and having known her father right before he died he had always been somewhat protective over her even though she could handle herself.
"Promise me?"
Phoebe looked up at him with her azure eyes. "I promise."
One week later
Phoebe, although very stubborn and determined, spent a week off before returning to work. As her body healed so did her mind, and after a week of sitting in her one-bed apartment in the heart of New York staring at the beige walls and trying to keep her mind occupied, she was literally biting her nails in anticipation as she counted down the hours, minutes and even seconds until she was able to walk through the doors of her department.
The second she entered the familiar setting she was called into John's office straight away. As she stared into the faces of her concerned colleagues, the feeling of uneasiness didn't seem to shift in the pit of her stomach as she made the dreaded steps into her bosses office.
Phoebe sat and listened as John spoke to her and as much as she could she tried to soak in and digest the words John was saying to her. With the occasional 'um' and 'ah' here and there to allow John the knowledge that she was in fact taking in everything he was saying, Phoebe watched the worried expression etch itself ever so slowly across her father figures face.
"Kaiki Mai was last seen in Hawaii a few days ago. I wanted to tell you beforehand but I knew you'd be on the first plane out of here and I couldn't have that. You say you're ready?" John asked, his eyes narrowing at the redhead before him.
She nodded immediately. "Of course."
"I knew you'd say that," John whispered, looking down at the drawer on his left side. He pulled at the drawer and reluctantly brought out a long rectangular envelope. Placing it on the desk in front of him, he pushed it towards Phoebe before continuing, "These are tickets to Hawaii. But you can only take them on one condition."
Phoebe eyed the plane tickets on the desk and glanced up at him. "What?"
"You're going to Hawaii alone. As your team are still on their vacation, there's no way that I'm letting you hunt this man alone which is why I've contacted Hawaii PD and they've assigned the case over to Five-O."
"Five-O? Is that a boy band?" Phoebe joked, a smile forming on her lips.
"I wish," John smirked. "They're an elite task force formed by Governor Jameson before she died. They deal with serious cases and I've spoken to Lieutenant Commander Steve McGarrett myself and he said that his team will be looking forward to helping you. He spoke highly of the work you've done on the case and he hopes that he and his team can be of some assistance to you."
"So, I'm being babysat?"
"It's the only way I know you're going to be safe with me not being out there with you as the kids on the street now say, 'cramping your style'."
Phoebe let out a laugh and shook her head at John.
"The flights tomorrow morning at nine a.m.." John said, watching as Phoebe picked up the envelope containing the plane ticket. He gave her the address details of the location of Five-O headquarters and the apartment she was staying at. "Be safe, Phoebe. I want you back here in one piece."
"Thank you, John. I really appreciate it."
As John watched the redhead he considered as his own daughter exit his office, he knew he should have mentioned an important piece of information that Steve McGarrett had relayed to him about the members of his team and about the last person Phoebe thought she would ever see again, let alone be working with.
Authors note: Okay, here you go! Hope you enjoy :) Tell me what you think, good or bad.
