Disclaimer: I own nothing except the original characters. They belong to me, however I do not object if people want to steal them. Take your best shot.
Authors note: Hey, I'm Jasmine. I usually write about original characters period, but I love H50 fanfics so much, I decided to swing at it. It's Danny/OC and lots of OC tbh. But I hope you still read. Review, kay bye. Till next time.
I stared at the plane ticket in my hand, a one way. Looking at my suitcase, it was packed, good to go, I'd left her room exactly like I'd want it if I ever returned, my photos, my band posters, my wallpaper still neatly in their rightful places. My bed made, brand new bed sheets actually, not that I ever thought I'd come back. I ran my hands through my blonde hair; maybe I shouldn't go I thought to myself. After all, I could still rip up that ticket and go to sleep and pretend none of the past few weeks had happened. I was good at that, pretending. But how much longer could I pretend? I asked myself. How much longer until I forgot what was real and what wasn't, until I forgot who I was and who I could never be? I asked. Not much longer, I decided. So I stood up and grabbed my suitcase that one way ticket was going to be put to good use after all.
"You ready?" Tyler asked me as I reached the bottom of the stairs. Tyler, my best friend Tyler, the one man I'd shared my life with, my everything with – the only man I'd ever been so close to. I frowned looking back up the stairs, was I ready? I asked myself mentally. I stared at Tyler's face, trying to remember all of his facial features. Hazel eyes, ginger hair, light freckles around his nose and below his eyes, rosy red lips that contrasted with his pale white face, his skinny arms sticking out of his favourite green polo shirt, his fingers wrapped around the banister so tight they were whiter than his face.
"I'm ready." I whispered tugging the suitcase down the last step. I turned to face him, tears in my eyes, opening my arms I gave him the tightest hug I could manage. I was a little weak though, and tired from staying up all last night doubting myself, and my decisions. You can make it right Diana, I thought to myself. "Gosh, I'm going to miss you." I said pulling away from Tyler and wiping my eyes.
"Me too," Tyler said nodding, "the taxi's outside waiting for you, don't you want to say goodbye to Maggie and Jordan?" He asked looking at me. I shook my head, looking at my living room one last time. Running away wasn't going to fix anything; I thought to myself, I might as well just stay. But then I shook the thought away, I couldn't. It was too dangerous; I was putting everyone he loved into danger.
"Can't keep the driver waiting, now can I?" I asked smiling through my tears. "Goodbye Tyler." I whispered.
"You, uh, you take care of yourself." Tyler said looking at me. "Remember to call, and to write and just... keep in touch, yeah?" He stood looking at my green eyes and trying his hardest not to let tears escape his own eyes.
"Yeah, and you do that too. And take care of Maggie, she's the best girlfriend you've ever had and I do not know what she ever did to deserve you." I teased, "And Jordan too, tell him I'm sorry. I really am." I said kissing Tyler's cheek and then I walked out of the door. And out of my old life.
I walked into the HPD headquarters, making my way to my desk I placed my bag on the table and pulled my laptop out placing it on the desk. I turned and saw my partner in crime, literally, Francesca. She smiled at me, "Good morning Detective," She said handing me a mug filled with coffee.
"You are a lifesaver," I said sipping it, "how was your night?" I asked her. Francesca was native Hawaiian, she had Japanese decent in her but she had the mouth of Hawaiian. She had long black hair that she carried around in a slick long pony tail and brown eyes with long black eyelashes and a small thin nose with thin lips. She had the tiniest figure, looked breakable which came in handy on many of the cases we'd done together in the two years I'd been assigned at HPD.
"It was long, and boring. I looked over the case files again – nothing." Francesca sighed sitting across from me, "What did you find?" She asked playing with her ponytail.
"Well, I did manage to find out that our vic – Taylor James was part of a messy bar fight two weeks ago, the other party was unknown but apparently threats were made, so I thought we'd go to that bar tonight and see what we get." I said logging onto my laptop.
"Bar fights, really? I mean at least now we have motive." Francesca sighed. "I'll call David and tell him I'm working tonight." She mumbled whipping out her phone.
"At least we have a lead; we're one step closer than we were yesterday." I smiled standing up and walking towards the kitchen. I walked past familiar faces, waving and smiling when necessary, the HPD family was so huge that everyone pretty much knew everyone, and I pretty much stood out like a sore thumb being haole and all. I bumped into someone, spilling my coffee on their shirt in the process. "Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry." I muttered as the mug dropped, breaking into pieces on the floor.
"Well, there goes my tie." I heard a voice mutter.
"I'm sorry about your... tie." I whispered looking up and seeing piercing blue eyes looking directly into my green ones. I smiled slightly at the short man in front of me, he was slightly taller than me but he was still short. He had slicked back blonde hair with dark ends and a really badly shaved face, he was smiling back at me while tugging at his tie. I shoved my hands into my pockets. "Someone should probably clean this up." I said looking down, blushing.
"Sorry about that- I'm Detective Danny Williams." He introduced himself sticking his hand out, I shook it.
"Diana Morgan, I'm sorry about your tie – again." I said pulling my hand away.
"It's alright, my partner was giving me grief about it anyway." He shrugged shoving it in his pocket and trying to hold eye contact with me, I looked behind him when I saw a large, dark haired, fresh faced man walking towards us.
"Um, am I interrupting something?" The man asked.
"No, Steven." Danny said turning around and glaring at the man I assumed was his partner.
"Well then." Steven shrugged smirking at his partner. "Making friends, Danno?" He sneered.
"No, I happen to be used to good mammal to mammal confrontation actually." Danny rolled his eyes turning to face me, "Sorry Diana, this is my partner, McGarrett." He introduced us.
"Steve actually," Steve introduced himself shaking my hand, "nice to meet you." He said smiling.
"Pleasure's all mine." I said smiling.
"Diana! Diana! Mariah James flight from the mainland lands in two hours and I think we should go and see if- who's this?" Francesca asked walking over and smiling at Steve flirtatiously.
"Fran, you have fiancé. And this, is Detective Danny Williams and his partner Steve McGarrett." I introduced them.
"I'm browsing, not buying." Francesca smirked at me. "You guys are from that task force, Five-0 right?" She asked.
I stared at them, task force? I'd heard of Five-0 but I'd honestly never thought I'd have meet them.
"Yeah, that's us." Steve replied.
"I heard you got Wo Fat behind bars, score. Anyway, what brings you down to HPD?" She asked. That's her, always making conversation.
"We were meeting with your chief, we're sharing a case." Danny replied.
"Oh well, good luck with that." Francesca said smiling.
"Thanks, you uh too." Steve replied.
Francesca dragged me away, leading me back to my desk. "You can't go take one mug of coffee to the kitchen without getting eye-humped by a really cute detective? Let me be you." Francesca whined.
"Eye-humped, really that's what you're going with?" I asked looking at her. "Danny is not that cute." I mumbled closing my laptop screen.
"Uh huh, whatever you say. He so likes you." Francesca said.
"We have to get to the airport, hurry up." I said packing up my things. "Let's go."
"You're no fun." Francesca said grabbing her gun and placing it in the back on her belt. "You so like him back." She taunted.
"Fran!" I yelled.
"I know, I know, we're going. Come on." She said tugging my hand and leading me to her car. Yeah, I was so glad I had a partner like her.