The season finale left me with a bitter taste in my mouth. Not enough gut-twisting drama. As many would say: it was business as usual.

Well here's my idea of a heart-stopping season finale. If you guys like it I will be back with my season premiere episode in a few days.

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Later that afternoon Steve and his team, including the newest member Lou Grover, returned to Five-0 Headquarters to partake in a small celebration in honour of Lou's instatement in the governor's task force. Denning hadn't been too keen to comply with McGarrett's request to hire the man, seeing how he never held him in the highest esteem but given Lieutenant Rollins's departure, he consented.

Kono ordered Chinese takeout and Steve provided the Longboards.

Hours later, they called it a day. Steve visited the little boys' room while the gang cleared the desk of dirty paper plates and empty bottles of beer.

As he neared the door of the men's room, his cell phone rang. Curious as to whom the caller might be at this hour, he glanced down at the caller ID that showed 'unknown'. With a slight frown he answered. "McGarrett!"

"Are you alone?" asked the menacing voice on the other end.

Steve's eyes shifted to his office before he pushed his way in. "I am. Who is this?"

"Awww I'm hurt that you don't remember me after all that we shared," the man taunted.

"Wo Fat! What do you want?"

"You and me need to talk."

"I've got nothing to say to you."

"I have plenty to say to you. You must know by now that there isn't a detention center in the world that can hold me. I'll be on you like the plague McGarrett until I get what I want. You."

"Ok let's end this cat-and-mouse game once and for all," Steve gnarled between his teeth. "Where and when?"

"I will tell you tonight. Be at home alone and don't let anyone in on our little conversation. Don't bother tracing that call. Remember, I'm a pro."

"All right." Steve ended the call and went to answer nature's call before rejoining the gang in his office.

"Say Steve, we were thinking of taking this celebration down to the Hilton, out on the terrace. We can indulge in a little partying since we have tomorrow off."

"Ah, gee, thanks Danny but I'm feeling a bit tired. I think I'll turn in early tonight. It's been quite an exciting day."

"Maybe you're right. We should all get a goodnight's rest," Kono suggested with a yawn.

Danny slanted his head to better read McGarrett's face. "You all right, babe?"

"Yeah, sure," he fibbed convincingly. "I'll see you guys Thursday. Enjoy your day off tomorrow!"

"We sure will," Chin said enthusiastically as he headed out the door with Kono.

Grover stepped up to Steve with an outstretched arm. "Again, I'm grateful to you all for welcoming me into the fold."

Steve clasped his hand and gave it a hearty shake. "I'm pleased that you've accepted."

Grover turned to Danny and nodded his thanks. "Detective, looking forward to working with you."

"Likewise I'm sure. "

"Goodnight."

"Goodnight Lou." Steve watched him leave with a wistful look on his face that bothered Danny.

"Steve, talk to me. What is it?"

"What are you talking about? I'm good, Danny. Go home. Get some sleep. We'll meet back here Thursday."

"All right." Danny relented but not fairly convinced that his partner was being honest with him. 'What could happen in twenty-four hours?' he wondered. His little voice however was telling him to be on the alert.

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Steve was getting a glass of water in the kitchen when his cell rang. He quickly picked it up and read the caller ID 'unknown'. He closed his eyes and pushed out a breath before answering. "McGarrett!"

"You're alone?"

"Yeah just like you asked. Now where do you want to do this?"

"I'm sending you the coordinates in an encrypted e-mail right now. Be there tomorrow at five."

"Why this early?" he asked as he opened the e-mail.

"I don't want any unwanted visitor crashing in on our little party," he said sarcastically. "You Navy men like to get up early so I know it won't be a problem."

"Okay, I'll be there."

"Remember you are not to let your little friends in on this meeting. I would ask you to come unarmed but since I will be, it wouldn't fair of me to ask."

"I got the address. I'll meet you there tomorrow at five."

"And no funny business. I mean it or one word from me and my men will hurt your pretty little Lieutenant Rollins."

"Leave Catherine out of this!" Steve seethed.

"I will if you show up on time."

"I gave you my word."

"I'll take it."

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Sleep eluded Steve that night and instead he got on his computer to gather as much information as he possibly could on the house that he was to meet Wo Fat in. He studied the structure and the surrounding area to locate any possible means of escape if push came to shove. He was to meet with his archenemy on his territory without backup. He would have to call on his Navy SEAL training to wrangle a way out of this one. Wo Fat was a slithering snake who had slipped through the top authorities' fingers and always managed to fall back on his two feet. He knew this was the final showdown in which one of them had to die.

Steve showed up at the lavish residence in a posh neighbourhood of Waikiki. He parked his car across the street and walked through the driveway up to the front door where he knocked.

"Come on in McGarrett," invited the voice from behind the door. Steve turned the knob and let himself in. "Close the door behind you." Once done Steve proceeded cautiously toward the living room where a disfigured Wo Fat stood stoically.

"Yours?" Steve teased, referring to the house.

"Don't I wish? The occupants are away on vacation so I took the liberty to borrow the premises for our little meeting. You are one punctual man I like that."

"Spare me the pleasantries, Wo Fat. Why did you ask me here?"

"You cut right to the chase."

"It's my day off and I want to enjoy it elsewhere."

"I want to make you a part of my organization."

Steve laughed. "That fire did a number on more than your face. It singed your brain as well. You're delirious."

"We are blood brothers, aren't we not?"

"I am NOT your brother." Steve was peeved at the insinuation.

"What about that blood sample you took? Didn't you have it analyzed?"

"I did. It was negative."

"I'm sorry to hear you were misled."

"I wasn't. Our own medical examiner Max Bergman did the analysis and I trust him implicitly."

"Dr. Bergman may not be responsible for tampering with the sample but your own partner might."

"What are you talking about?"

"It's highly probable that Danno," he emphasized to raise Steve's hackles, "might have done a switch."

"Why would he do that?"

"To hide the truth from you. He knows that if you found out that we were truly blood brothers that you'd never be able to live with yourself. In a way he was protecting you."

"That is a LIE!" Steve snarled. He whipped out his weapon from his holster and aimed it at Wo Fat's head. The man remained collected and broke into an evil grin.

"I guess I hit a nerve there," Wo Fat taunted as he fixed Steve right in the eyes, relishing the anger and fear he'd managed to instil. Slowly he turned around and walked away a few steps.

"Stay right where you are, Wo Fat or I swear I'll kill you."

"You wouldn't shoot a man in the back, now would you?"

"Don't tempt me," Steve hissed between clenched teeth as he steadied his gun on the back of his enemy's head.

Wo Fat broke into a sly grin and slowly turned around to face the barrel of McGarrett's gun.

"I'm offering you a partnership."

"You're coming with me and this time, there won't be any escaping."

"Then you'll have to kill me."

A muffled ringtone was heard, which momentarily distracted Steve, but provided a window of opportunity for Wo Fat to pull out his own gun and shoot point blank at Steve's chest.

The force of the impact hurled the SEAL backwards to the floor. He lay there with glazed eyes and gasping for breaths while Wo Fat stood over him aiming his gun at his head. He lowered his eyes to the chest wound oozing blood, grinning at the perfect aim through the heart. He then answered his ringing cell phone and answered. "Yeah. It's done."

He squatted down by the dying man and took a knife out of his pocket to slice the tip of his index finger. He pinched it to squeeze out a few droplets of blood before taking Steve's cell phone to call Danny.

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Danny rolled over in bed and lazily reached for his cell on the night table. The name 'McGarrett" on the caller ID irked him. "McGarrett for God's sake, it's barely six in the morning. I thought you told us to take a day off today?"

"You will find what's left of your commander at the address I'm texting you, Detective."

Danny sprung up in bed. "Who is this? Hey! Hello? Hello?"

Without pressing 'end call', Wo Fat dropped the phone by McGarrett's body and casually left the premises without exhibiting the least bit of emotion for his agonizing 'brother' who had long since lost consciousness.

TBC