Welcome to another one of my Flangell re-writes, which comes from chapter 11 of my story "Flangellized". As always, this stories center around Kono. It will also include a lot of Adam.

"Plus One" includes HPD's annual Winter Ball, a fundraiser for families of officers who have died in the line of duty. Local hotels, restaurants, and florists all vie for the privilege of donating their goods and services for this event, as it is well publicized and hosted by the Governor. Funds raised from from ticket sales provide college scholarships to children of fallen officers.

Ikaika Paula, from my previous story "The Boots", will return several chapters in as the annoying chauvinistic cop who's got a thing for Kono.

***** "Plus One" *****
***** Chapter 1 "Speaking Jersey" *****

MCGARRETT HOUSE...

Steve had heard Danny's car pull up long before the Detective had entered his house, without knocking, again. Without breaking his gaze from Catherine, who was currently out on the beach behind his house, Steve could sense that Danny was now pacing behind him, back and forth, just inside the patio door. Although there was no sound other than the soft footfalls, he could tell that his partner was on the phone. Steve knew that Danny would say that his Spidy senses were up, which may be true, given all the lies he knew Doris was feeding him lately. No, he still couldn't bring himself to call her 'mom', and yes, he knew some shit was going to hit the fan when the truth finally came out. Yeah, Spidy senses were a good thing. He toyed with the coffee cup in his hands as he continued to watch Catherine from the lanai.

A few minutes later Danny stepped outside with a cup of coffee he had obviously helped himself to. He slid the patio door closed behind him, and soon both men stood side by side facing the ocean. A full silent minute had passed and it was still there. A grin. There was an unmistakable grin on Danny's face.

"What's with the face?" Steve finally asked, unable to contain his curiosity any longer.

"'The face'?" Danny groused, as he turned towards his partner for the first time. "I don't do 'faces', Steven. That would be you."

"Alright." Steve conceded, finally turning towards the other man. "What's got you grinning? What's so funny? What got your day off to such a good start? Just take your pick and answer." He attempted again.

But Danny didn't answer. He just shook his head, took a sip of his coffee, and turned back towards the water, returning is forearms to rest on the railing.

Okay, Steve could do this. He could be as patient as the next man. Okay, that wasn't true. But, he was sure he could learn patience, if he wanted to, which he didn't. At least not now.

"Da-"

"No, Steven." Danny simply stated as both men were now watching Catherine. "Yoga, huh." He said. It wasn't really a question.

"Mhmm." Steve mumbled in confirmation, as the two simultaneously tipped their heads to the right, following Catherine's movements.

"She's rather, um,... flexible." Danny said, after carefully considering the appropriate adjective.

"She finds it relaxing." Steve stated, as they now both tipped their heads to the left.

"Turning ones self into a pretzel is relaxing, huh?" Danny said, accompanied by full hand motions now that his coffee cup was empty. "I, personally, would find that rath-"

"Ooh!" Both men suddenly grimaced at seeing her do a move that most all men tend find rather... uncomfortable.

At that moment Steve's phone rang. "McGarrett." He answered. The call didn't take long, then he announced, "We've got a case."

ACROSS TOWN...

The scene was, well, 'awkward' was the general consensus. The apartment was just a one room studio with a door to the bathroom and another to a closet, otherwise everything was in that one room, including, of course, the bed the dead couple was in. But that wasn't the 'awkward' part, no that would be because all the covers were on the floor, leaving the naked couple that had obviously been too wrapped up in their lovemaking to notice a killer,... well, let's just say that if they had only known they were about to die, they wouldn't have kicked all the covers onto the floor.

Chin and Kono stood just inside the door, nearly shoulder to shoulder in the small space, their backs towards the dead couple. Officers were stationed at each end of the hallway to keep neighbors and those that were just nosy or those just wanting to gawk as far away as possible.

Kono gave a heavy sigh. "I just wish we could cover them up." She huffed out, keeping her back to them. "Give them some,... dignity, at least."

"Yeah, me, too, Cuz. But it could disturb evidence." Chin said, also keeping his back to them.

"Hopefully Max will be here soon." Kono said, then paused. "Hey, Cuz,... everything okay?" She asked, since they had time to kill while they waited.

"Um, yeah. I'm fine." He answered. She nodded. "You're not buying that, are you?" He finally asked with a sideways glance, then watched as she just shook her head. He took a deep breath and was about to speak when Steve and Danny showed up.

"No, Steven. For the hundredth time, I will not tell you." They could hear Danny say as he came into view at the far end of the hall, Steve hot on his heels.

"Why, Danny? Why? Just tell me why you won't tell me." Steve whined. Yes, the big bad Navy SEAL was whining. Like a little kid not getting his way. He was definitely losing his battle over this curiosity thing.

"Well, I could pull a you and say 'It's classified'." Danny said with a smirk. "Would that get you to stop asking." He asked, as he now stood still. Well, his feet were still, but his hands, definitely not.

"No." Steve answered, as he crossed his arms over his chest.

"Well, tough. Because I'm not going to tell you. You won't get it anyway." Danny said as he began walking again.

"Won't get it?" Steve inquired, now following after his partner.

"Won't get it." Danny repeated.

"Why wo-"

"Because, Steven!" Danny said as the two stopped in front of the apartment door where Chin and Kono stood watching them. Exasperation clear in Danny's tone. Yes, Danny definitely had a 'tone' at this point, and Steve knew it. Danny had been putting up with this the entire drive over, their little back and forth even leading to a cargument. And now, Steve just wouldn't stop, and Danny did not want a hallgument to take place. "Okay. Okay, since you are having trouble hearing this morning, let me try again, and re-phrase my answer in the form of a question." Danny paused, making sure he had his partner's full attention.

"Okay." Steve said with a smirk, finally feeling like he had not only won the battle, but was finally about to get his curiosity satisfied. Yeah, he'd have to work on this curiosity thing some other time.

"What is 'fazzule'?" Danny asked, then saw the perplexed look on his partner's face. The perplexed look he fully expected. Without waiting for the answer he knew Steve couldn't give him, he asked, "No? Okay, what about this one; What is a 'spinello'?" He paused only briefly this time, "No again? Okay, what about a 'micelli's' or a 'goumad'? Oh, I know, you ever been to a 'cloob', maybe had an 'o-slurry'?" The Jersey man quickly rattled off.

"Danny." Was all Steve said.

"What did I tell you? Huh?" Danny asked with a shrug. "I told you that you wouldn't get it. Now, one more time, and pay attention." He paused again, making sure he had eye contact, again, "You, Steven, may speak many languages from your globe-trotting days as a SEAL, but you, do not... I repeat, you do not, speak Jersey."

"Speak Jersey?" Steve said, his face scrunched up. Oh yeah, Danny would definitely have a new face to name.

"That's right. You do not speak Jersey. Therefore, you would not- Whoa!" Danny stated from the doorway, as soon as he got a glimpse of the dead couple, all thoughts of the Jersey joke, that the SEAL would not understand, now far from his mind. Of course it didn't help that the dead couple's feet were towards the doorway, giving a full view of the dead husband's derriere.

"Oh geez." Steve mumbled as he dropped his gaze. "No wonder the officers are stationed clear down at the ends of the hall." He added, as Chin and Kono moved aside to let them fully enter.

"I guess the first photo Charlie should take is the smile on his face. What a way to go." Danny lightly teased.

"Danny." The other three chastised in unison.

"Well, ya gotta admit that if they'd at least heard the perp coming, they would have, ya know,... stopped." Danny justified with a smirk.

"Let's just hope Charlie gets here soon to collect the evidence so Max can get the bodies out of here." Steve said.

"Okay. Well," Danny began, rubbing his hands together, then cleared his throat as he forced himself to focus, "in the meantime, it's obvious that there are stab wounds on the husband's back, at least four. Since he's on top, it's most likely that he was killed first." He suggested.

"Poor lady. Trapped underneath her dead husband like that while the killer pulls the knife out, only to use it to slit her throat." Kono stated.

"Unless,... unless it was a different knife." Steve stated, his chin resting in his hand as he was deep in thought.

"What makes you think that, Steve?" Chin asked.

Steve bent lower to take a closer look at the wife's slit throat before answering, "Yeah. Definitely a different knife. Shorter blade, single edged." He clarified.

"So, I hear we have a copulating couple waiting for us." Max stated from the doorway. No one but Steve having heard his nearly silent arrival.

Five-0 was grateful for the the coroner's arrival, but it was Chin and Kono who were quick-thinking enough to speak up first. "Ya know, it's kinda crowded in here. I think we'll just wait out in the hall to give Max more room to work."

"Yeah. Thanks for that, by the way." Danny smirked with a wave as he watched the two take the few steps necessary to exit the crime scene.

Kono turned to make eye contact with Steve, "It's only fair. Right, brah?" She said, her dimpled smile turning into a smirk.

Steve rolled his eyes as his own words came back to bite him. Yeah, okay, he deserved that.

"So, you ready to tell me now?" Kono asked her cousin almost immediately, their previous stance taken up again, but this time just outside just the apartment's doorway.

Chin looked around, making sure they had privacy before answering, "It's just that, ... ya know, maybe we shouldn't have this conversation here." Which earned him a glare. He reluctantly started to continue, but Charlie was arriving at that moment.

"Hey, guys." He greeted them as he pocketed his phone, then looked up as Chin and Kono moved aside. "Whoa! Dispatch didn't say anything about that! I was just told to hitch a ride with Max so I could help process a scene."

"Oh good, Charlie, I see you found the extra body bag we will be needing. Please, come with me." Max said, putting an arm around the young man's shoulder and leading him into the room, "Now, I'm going to grab one of his ankles and you're going to grab the other one, and together we're going to pull until-"

Chin and Kono had to hold back a laugh as Charlie bolted back out of the room. "That's not funny, Max." Charlie sternly stated with nothing short of a glare at the M.E. Steve and Danny could be heard laughing from inside the apartment.

Max followed Charlie back out into the hallway. "You do realize, of course, that I am kidding. Right? Because, technically, once blood flow stops it would be impossible for a man to maintain an-"

Chin and Kono walked away as Max's explanation made Charlie's face a darker crimson. And judging from the sounds of Charlie's reaction, Max had succeeded. His quirky style of giving an explanation accompanied by a straight face,... well, they both felt sorry for Charlie at the moment.

"Let's go see if any more neighbor's have come home since HPD canvassed the first time." Kono said, "Then, we're going to finish our conversation."

And there you have the first chapter. Lots of ideas for stories, or even just scenes, have been floating around in my head, and I'm hoping to use several of them in this story without it seeming disjointed at all. Hopefully, I'll pull it off.

btw - the Jersey slang terms I included were what I found via Google.

Chapter 2, tentatively titled "Leather vs. Butterfish" will be up soon. I have a feeling that there will be lots of strange titles to this story.

Please, keep my muse happy and leave a review before you go.