Olivia stood around the back of the McGarrett house unable to actually believe that she was here, when Steve had said to her that he wanted to go to his father's house Olivia had obliged thinking that Steve wanted to go back to his childhood hood just to see it. But no he didn't want to just see it, Steve actually wanted to go inside and check out the crime scene and here they were, after stopping by Olivia's apartment and Steve's hotel to change out of their dress uniforms and into civvies. From where they stood Olivia couldn't help but glance at Steve who was surveying his former home, for him it was the first time he had laid eyes on his childhood home in eighteen years and they were about to go inside knowing full well that inside was where his father had been killed. Despite the stoic front Steve was putting up for both their sakes, Olivia could tell this was getting to Steve a lot more than he was willing to show. But she knew he needed to do this, he wasn't going to be able to let this go until he had caught Victor Hesse. Olivia also knew that Steve was driven by the fact that the lead detective on his father's case was a new guy, barely fresh out of the water after coming over from the mainland. However Olivia knew that this was the last place that the two of them should be, the McGarrett house was a crime scene in an active investigation and them being there could lead to trouble. But that wasn't the most important thing to Olivia at the moment, keeping an eye on Steve was what mattered most to her right now and she knew he was going to do this with or without her. So it was better for all of them if Olivia stuck with Steve to make sure he didn't get himself into too much trouble.

"You ready to do this?" Olivia wearily asked despite knowing that it was a rather redundant question but she felt like she had to ask, that she needed to let Steve know that they didn't have to do this.

"As I'll ever be."

"Okay then…" Olivia replied with a meek smile on her face as she fished out her keys from her jeans pocket and went about looking for the set of keys that belonged to the McGarrett house. Fortunately it didn't take too long for Olivia to find the keys and when she held them up for Steve to see, she couldn't help but note his raised eyebrows. Clearly he hadn't been expecting for Olivia to have a set of keys to his house but there was a reason for that. It wasn't like she was some weirdo who had the keys to the homes of everyone she knew here on the island. Olivia had been entrusted with a set of keys to the McGarrett house a long time ago for a reason but now, she supposed she didn't really need them.

"You have a key to the house?" Steve questioned and Olivia sheepishly shrugged her shoulders in she knew it was as a little weird that she had keys to Steve's childhood home and he didn't.

"Yeah… Have you forgotten that I all but lived in your house during my childhood? I seemed to spend more time here then I did at my own house. I've had a key to the house for the better part of twenty years I think, your mom gave it to me so I could let myself in whenever I wanted to come over. I think it's because she knew that I was more comfortable being here then at home with my dad and my brothers. I tried to give it back to your dad not long after you left but he told me to hang on to it and so I have." Olivia wearily began with a weak smile, even after Steve and Mary had left for the mainland, she had still used her keys as despite being the tender age of 12 when the 16 year old Steve left, Olivia had taken it upon herself to personally check up on the elder McGarrett once his kids had left the island. Taking a deep breath Olivia opened the back door and motioned for Steve to go in ahead of her and Olivia quickly followed behind. The house was dark but Olivia could see pretty well even more so when Steve had turned on some lights left behind from the crime scene unit. Straight away Olivia could see blood from where she and Steve were at standing and she was certain that the two of them were looking at the place where his father had been murdered. There was this sickly feeling in the pit of Olivia's stomach. Seeing blood wasn't anything new to Olivia, she had been exposed to a lot of things when she had been overseas. But this was different, she was looking at the place where someone who had meant something to her had been killed. Olivia's heart just ached even more as she looked at Steve and she couldn't help but place her hand on his arm.

"I'm okay Olivia." Steve quietly said and even though the words were coming out of his mouth, the expression in his eyes suggested otherwise. Olivia knew that this was a bad idea but there was no turning back now, she would go along with what Steve wanted to do, for as long as he needed her.

"Tell me what you need me to do."

"Examine the crime scene, you know the drill." Steve quietly said and Olivia nodded her head slowly before carefully walking away but she didn't get too far as Steve grabbed her hand and pulled her back. Olivia looked up to towards Steve who towered over her by several inches and the more she looked into his familiar eyes, the more she could tell something was seriously bothering him. If this had been anyone else, Olivia was certain that she would have dragged them out of the house kicking and screaming but this wasn't anyone else. This was Steve. For as long as Olivia could remember she had always been unable to turn him down whenever he asked something of her.

"Steve?"

"Thank you for doing this, for coming with me." Steve said and Olivia gave him a small smile as she squeezed his hand, as hard as this was for her it was no doubt harder for Steve and Olivia was willing to do whatever she could to make this whole ordeal easier for him. She may not be going through the same pain Steve was going through but Olivia knew what it was like to lose a father.

"Of course but I just wish there was more that I could do for you." Olivia replied and Steve smiled at her before letting go off her hand and the two of them got started. Olivia was no forensic specialist but she knew enough to follow the directionality of the blood spatter to where she found more blood spatter on the wall. Pulling her phone out Olivia started to take pictures of all the blood spatter, making sure she didn't disturb the crime scene.

"It's eerie how this house looks the same, like nothing has changed since Mary and I left." Steve said breaking the silence and Olivia murmured in agreement as this house pretty much looked the same as it did when Steve lived here except for a few minimal changes that nobody would have noticed unless they had spent most of their childhood running in and out of this house like Olivia and Steve had.

"You know your dad Steve, he was pretty much stuck in the dark ages when it came to technology and was against anything being changed unless it had to be. But I also think him keeping the house like this was his way of keeping a hold onto the happier times he had before he sent you and Mary to the mainland back when your mom was alive. I was too young to notice it back them but my father once told me that your dad was really struggling after your mom passed away. It's only now and over the last couple of years that I look back and see what my old man meant, losing her changed him so much." Olivia replied in a quiet manner as she continued to go about her work.

"So much so that he sent the two of us away." Steve said and the resentment over that was still clear in his voice and Olivia was somewhat surprised that Steve was bringing the subject of his move to the mainland up. Typically this subject was one of the few things that the two of them never discussed when they had met up along the years.

"Steve I know you didn't like the fact that you were sent away and I think we both remember that I wasn't happy about it either but losing your mom so suddenly and having to be a single parent to you and Mary was hard for John. His wife was dead and he had two kids to take care of and I doubt he ever imagined he would be in that situation. I say this but it's only me speculating as I can't really begin to understand what your dad went through as I've never lost a spouse nor do I have kids. But I was raised by a single parents and I know that it is a very daunting task. Neither of our father were ready or even prepared to be single parents but they tried to do what they thought was best for their children. It doesn't matter whether or not we liked the way they went about things, but I think we have to respect the fact that they tried. Look at my dad, he was a brilliant business man and a decent parent for the most part but losing my mom almost killed him. Already he had two kids but then he had a newborn baby girl to care for whilst trying to grieve for his wife and he never really recovered from it. Ted wasn't the worst dad in the world although he did have his moments but he tried his hardest to be a god father to my brothers and I. Although he had no business trying to raise a little girl the way he raised me. Ted had no idea on how to raise a daughter, for the most part he treated me like a boy and we all knew it. You remember, right? How insane everything was in my house and how much of a hellion I was? It was a dysfunctional mess and I was pretty much at the centre of it when I wasn't in some fowl mood." Olivia explained in a soft tone of voice, feeling that she needed to somewhat justify why Steve along with Mary had been sent to the mainland. Even though Olivia didn't know the exact reason why it had happened, she for the most part knew that it wasn't because John McGarrett didn't love his kids. Because he did.

"Oh yeah… I remember that your dad had this name for you, he used to call you it all the time but the name has gone from my memory-" Steve began and Olivia couldn't help but blanche as she knew exactly what nickname Steve was talking about. It was her father's own personal nickname for me and whilst it was supposed to be a term of endearment it just drove Olivia insane.

"-Cactus. That's what he would call me and if he really wanted to be condensing he would call me Little Cactus because apparently I had a rather prickly personality. I admit that I could be a little prick at times but boy did I hate that nickname. The more I protested against it, the more my father used it." Olivia provided as she thought back to a point in her life when her dad had stopped calling her by her given name of Olivia for two years and instead just called her cactus.

"That was it."

"Growing up with my dad it was like he had three sons instead of two sons and a daughter, my old man only really realised that I was a girl when I turned thirteen and he finally accepted he had no clue what he was doing so he sent me to an all girls school in hopes that he could throw money at someone who could finish the piss poor job he did and try and make me into a real girl. What I'm trying to say in a rather poor manner is that we both had dads who had their faults but the two of them tried despite the fact they were pretty bad at it, so you have to give them that. At least your dad was proud of you, I know it didn't seem like it but he was so proud of you Steve and if you could have heard the way he spoke of you and your achievements, you would understand that him sending you away wasn't easy. John was proud of what you were doing Steve, unlike my old man, even till the day he died my father still couldn't accept the fact that I was in the army. In Ted-Dad's eyes it was like the worst thing I could have ever done but he was still my dad and there are times where I still miss the old coot…" Olivia explained with a weak smile and it caused Steve to look up from where he was crouching down by his father's desk.

"I'm sorry about your dad."

"Me too, although it didn't really come as a surprise… I always warned him that his high cholesterol along with all the whiskey, cigars and barbecues were going to kill him someday but he refused to listen. Ted always thought that he knew best and that ended up being his downfall." Olivia stated before moving the subject on from her father and onto the present issue at the moment. Something had caught Steve's attention at his father's desk and whatever it was had really intrigued him. "What have you got there? Something intresting?"

"Someone was sitting here at my father's desk Liv, I'm pretty sure that there was a laptop here and we both know my dad could barely work the vcr at times so there was no way he'd have a laptop. I've managed to lift some prints of someone's hands so there was definitely someone sitting at my dad's desk." Steve replied and the two of them soon moved on into the garage, where Steve pulled off some trap to reveal his father's 1968 mercury brougham. It was something that Olivia knew that John had been working on in hopes of someday give it to Steve or his grandchildren.

"Surprised to see that old beater?" Olivia questioned and Steve nodded his head, she supposed surprise was a bit of an understatement.

"Wow… I can't believe this old thing is still here."

"Of course it would be, your father was still adamant that he could salvage it but I had kind of wrote the car off a long time ago. It was fun however to come over and watch your dad attempt to fix it in vain, there was nothing I could say to John to convince him to give up on this piece of junk." Olivia replied with a weary laugh as a huge lump got stuck in her throat as she realized that John would never be able to finish this car like he had intended. He would never be able to pass this beloved piece of junk to the future grandchildren who he had hoped to one day meet.

"The two of you were close?" Steve asked and Olivia shrugged her shoulders nervously.

"Sort of, it really depends on how you want to look at it Steve. The relationship I had with your dad was in no way his attempt to try and replace his relationship with you or Mary. But we did talk quite a bit, after you guys were sent to the mainland I would come over and check on your dad a bit, see that he wasn't over working himself towards an early grave. I didn't like the idea of him being alone in this house, so I would swing by two of three times a week. If anything your dad was a bit of a sounding board for me, I went through a pretty hard time during my teens, I was really struggling with the reality of what my mom's death and my birth meant, my dad and I really weren't getting along and I was just so confused. It was at this point in my life where I thought that I didn't belong with my family and so I started acting out and I turned into a bit of a hell raiser." Olivia began her voice crackling ever so slightly when she spoke about her difficult adolescent years, specifically in regards to her mother the last Serena Phillips. Her mother wasn't something that Olivia spoke about much as her mother had died due to complications stemming from child birth. She had died twenty two minutes after Olivia had been born and never got the chance to hold her baby daughter. The guilt was something that Olivia lived with every day. Forcing herself to smile as she didn't want to start crying over dead parents, Olivia looked towards Steve as she continued explaining her friendship with his late father. "Your dad was really good to me back then and he listened to me on the rare occasions I wanted to talk about something. John did his best to try and keep me on the straight and narrow because he knew that Ted would have had a heart attack if he knew the sort of stuff I was getting up to. Your dad did a good job of scaring away a boyfriend of mine who was a bit older than me and totally inappropriate. It was stuff like that really but then I enlisted and I began to rely on your dad a bit more. My family have never really understood me, I've always been practically a stranger to Ted and that was before I joined the army. After that things just got worse, Ted-Dad didn't understand why I couldn't just follow him into the family business like Everett or be like Grady who tried several things before finding what he really wanted to do. There was no one in my life who I could talk to about any of this and have them understand."

"What about me? You could have come and talked to me Liv…"

"Well if I ever knew where you were Steve than I most certainly would have gotten in touch but you were always off on some classified operation. I'd hear from you every few months or so and then suddenly you would turn up out of the blue with just enough time to get me blind drunk before you had to take off again. Me never being around never helped either but your dad was always here. John was always the one person here in Hawaii who understand everything that comes with my life and so whenever I was back on the island I'd come and talk to him." Olivia revealed, she wasn't one for talking about her time overseas with anyone but she did talk about it occasionally with Steve's dad.

"Did you talk about Iraq and Afghanistan with him? About the ambush and shoot out?" Steve asked and Olivia froze. She hadn't talked about that in three years and she had no idea how Steve knew about it. Olivia looked Steve in the eye momentarily turning away in a rather uncomfortable manner as she didn't like talking about her deployments in the slightest. Feeling the need to distract herself, Olivia went about looking at the workbench in the garage, taking in all the tools and clutter. In here it was like John was still here. "Liv…"

"It's fine Steve." Olivia replied in a forced manner as she wasn't fine, just thinking about what happened all those years ago made her feel tense as it was something that Olivia didn't like thinking about at all. Olivia just wanted to pretend like the subject had never been brought up so she started examining a red toolbox that was right in front of her.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have brought it up." Steve quietly said and from behind her Olivia could hear footsteps approaching and soon enough she was well aware of the fact that Steve was standing behind her and she felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. "Hey, what are you looking at? Is that the tool box?"

"Yeah, why?" Olivia asked as Steve gently moved her aside and began to examine the toolbox in a rushed manner, at first he had found a gold key but lifting up the top layer, Olivia saw there was a lot more at the bottom of the box including a voice recorder that Steve had just picked up.

"The day my dad was killed I was on the phone with him, Victor Hesse had my dad call me in hopes of making a deal with me. My dad called me champ and I found that weird because not once in my entire life has he ever called me champ. But I think he was trying to lead me to this, I think dad knew that Victor was going to kill him and he needed to make sure that I found this toolbox." Steve explained before pressing play on the voice recording.

"I can't continue this investigation into the police department from the inside. I don't trust the people I work with. So I'm gonna have to do this on my own. It's all about the key. I just don't know what it's for. I have only been able to find two source..."

The sound of John McGarrett's voice preserved on tape was very haunting and it was very unnerving and it hit a nerve with Olivia. There was something that John had said that made Olivia remember a conversation that she had with the late McGarrett back when she was still deployed overseas. It had been months ago and Olivia had forgotten about it completely up until now.

"Oh my god, I knew something was wrong…" Olivia quietly said as this all made sense to her, well it vaguely did.

"Liv? What are you talking about?" Steve questioned and Olivia took a deep breath before she spoke as this was going to be hard for Steve to hear.

"When I was overseas your dad would and I write to each other, I think he wanted to make sure that I was okay when I was away on a tour as the last few years have been tough especially this last tour considering how long it was. Anyway I got a letter from him about two or three months ago and it sounded a bit weird so I called him the first chance I could. Your dad sounded tired and weary but it wasn't like he was just generally tired because he was getting older, it sounded like he was mentally exhausted. I asked him what was bothering him but your dad played things off, he said that worrying about him was the last thing I needed to do, he wanted me to focus on coming home in one piece. Something was wrong but your dad wasn't budging and so I had to let it go as there was nothing I could from where I was. But we spoke a couple of weeks later and your dad finally admitted to me that he was working on case, a big case…" Olivia revealed as she was putting two and two together and assuming that the investigation that John had been talking about on the recording was the same one that he had mentioned to her.

"Did he mention anything else? Something more specific?"

"No. Your dad said he couldn't talk about it over the phone but he mentioned that we could talk about it once I returned from deployment. That was the last time that we spoke during my deployment. I got so caught up with everything else that I forgot to ask him when I returned. We were supposed to meet up and have dinner two days after he was killed." Olivia wearily replied and before Steve could even reply a floorboard creaked and Olivia realized that someone was in the house. Quickly looking at her Steve motioned for her to be quiet as he quickly shut the toolbox and drew his gun out before motioning for Olivia to stand behind him since she wasn't carrying at the moment

"You! Hands up! Don't move!"

Olivia saw an average sized man with dark blonde hair dressed in a very smart causal manner walk into the garage with a gun pointed at her and Steve. This was what Olivia was afraid of when she brought Steve here and allowed him to come inside the house. No doubt this guy was a cop and he was about to bust them. Olivia couldn't help but grimace as this was going to be a tricky one to talk her and Steve out of.

"Who are you?" Steve demanded and Olivia frowned as hostility was not going to help them at all. If they had any chance of getting out of here without handcuffs slapped across their wrists, this conversation or rather awkward encounter was going to have to become a lot more friendly as the last thing Olivia needed was a pissed off cop arresting her because he didn't like the attitude he was receiving.

"Who are you? I am Detective Danny Williams–"

"Lieutenant Commander Steve McGarrett. This is my father's house." Steve interrupted, not giving the poor man a chance to finish and Olivia couldn't help but groan as they were really in trouble now and the fact that Steve was ignoring the cop was just making things worse. But then Olivia was reminded about what John has said in the recording about not being able to trust anyone in HPD. There was a chance that this cop was sniffing around and trying to find whatever it was that John had been investigating.

"Put your weapon down right now." Detective Williams yelled and it started a small volleying match of the two men both yelling at each other to put their weapons down despite the fact that it was clear to Olivia and both men that no one was going to put down their weapons anytime soon. Olivia knew that she probably should intervene as this type of hostile environment was pretty much second nature to her, it was something that she was very much useful and she had received the proper training to intervene in situations like this. However, Olivia wasn't on the clock at the moment and since she wasn't armed in the slightest, she was going to jump in the middle of two grown men pointing guns at each other and barking orders at each other. This was a classic male pissing match and she knew that both men couldn't stay like this all day. They had to resolve it and Olivia hoped that Steve could figure this mess out with her having to get involved.

"Show me your I.D. You show me your I.D! Right now!"

"I'm not putting my gun down." Steve firmly stated and glancing at Detective Williams, Olivia picked up from his body language that he was getting all the more frustrated at Steve's lack of co-operation.

"Neither am I."

"Use your free hand, take out your I.D."

"Please, after you."

"At the same time?" Steve offered when it became clear that neither man was willing to be the first one to put their gun down and Olivia could see that the situation was starting to diffuse just a tiny bit. Which was slightly reassuring as she wasn't sure she could stand here and watch two grown men argue back and forth with each other all day. As entertaining as it was, Olivia really didn't think that any of this would lead to anything good and there was still the possibility that this cop would try to arrest her and Steve for trespassing.

"At the same time?" Detective Williams couldn't help but sceptically ask.

"Yeah, at the same time."

Eventually both men took out their ids and once it was established that they were both who they said they were, the guns were finally put down. But it became clear to Olivia that her and Steve weren't going anywhere yet especially given the way that Detective Williams was eyeing them up. This guy was like a dog without a bone.

"So whose your friend?" Detective Williams questioned and Olivia offered a brief wave after finally being acknowledge in this conversation after watching Steve argue back and forth with this guy.

"Sergeant Olivia Philips, US Army." Olivia said introducing herself, even pulling out her id and flashing it to the detective for good measure. Hopefully things could resolve itself in a rather peaceful manner if Det. Williams didn't think that they were here to try and cover up their tracks because they were a part of the initial crime. Olivia wasn't sure how things were going to turn out yet but she was certain that her and Steve could walk out of here if he stopped pissing off the cop.

"Look, I'm sorry about your father but you can't be here it's still an active crime scene." Detective Williams began and Olivia just rolled her eyes as she could see from a mile off where this conversation was going.

"Doesn't seem that active and you can't really blame us for wanting some actual information. Lt. Commander McGarrett buried his father only this morning, a man who gave his life to protect and serve not only this state but also his country and yet somehow the state he served so well can't even tell his next of kin anything? It's rather frustrating to be left in the dark about something so important and you probably agree with me detective that the families of the victims do deserve answers and so far I can safely say as a family friend that both myself and Lt. Commander McGarrett have more questions than we do answers." Olivia curtly said, interrupting the detective as he spoke.

"I can't share information with you." Detective Williams stated and Olivia glanced over at Steve who looked as dismayed as she was about this situation as she was.

"Then I'll share some with you: Hesse wasn't here alone, someone was sitting at the kitchen table working on a laptop when my father was murdered. There was space cleared on the counter, size of a 13 inch laptop and my father hated computers." Steve couldn't help but point out and at first the sarcastic detective didn't seem to know what to say.

"Look, you both need to leave now–" Detective Williams began and Olivia glanced at Steve who nodded in agreement and as he picked up the toolbox they walked past the detective and began to head out. "You can't take that, you know everything's evidence."

"I came with this." Steve boldly lied and Olivia nodded for good measure as the detective was surely able to take the word of two members of the military. Lying to the police was something that Olivia made a habit of but given how she had already broken into an active crime scene, proceeding to look around and help Steve gather some more evidence, she figured she might as well finish things off by lying to Detective Williams. It was like the good old days where Steve would convinced Olivia to do something she probably shouldn't do and the two of them ended up getting into some kind of trouble. Olivia was glad to see that things never changed between them.

"No you didn't, I can see the dust void it left on the shelf. What are you hiding in there?"

"How long have you been with Honolulu PD?" Olivia couldn't help but ask as this detective seemed to be rather uptight and very much cranky for a detective here in Hawaii, not to mention he was wearing a tie. Which meant he was definitely the cop fresh off the main land that Steve had been telling her about earlier. Olivia couldn't be a hundred percent certain but she was fairly certain this guy was the only cop in the whole state of Hawaii that wore a tie to work.

"None of your damn business, Barbara Walters–" Detective Williams retorted and Olivia couldn't help but scoff in amusement as that was pretty funny yet quite insulting at the same time.

"Not long then, huh? It figures." Olivia idly tossed out not missing a beat as she pushed a piece of loose hair back behind her ear.

"Keep coming out with the wise cracks blondie and I'll make sure your ass gets thrown in jail!"

"Hey! You don't talk to her like that and just so you know, it's our business how long you've been with Honolulu PD if you're investigating my father's death." Steve firmly said, tossing his ego and authority around but Olivia didn't mind. Sometimes with the police you had to burn a fire under their ass to get any traction from them and this cop needed to get moving as he had both Steve and herself wanting him to finally get some work done.

"I'd really like to get back to that, so the sooner you leave, the sooner I can get on with it." Detective Williams instructed and once again Olivia and Steve attempted to leave with the toolbox but the cranky detective wasn't having any of it. This was getting them nowhere and Olivia frowned as there was no way they were getting out of the garage with the toolbox unless they did something about this cop. She wasn't sure what they were going to do but apparently Steve had an idea judging by the smug grin on his face and Olivia didn't have time to even open her mouth when Steve handed her the toolbox. Olivia could only watch as Steve pulled a business card from his pants pocket and began dialling a number that was on the card into his phone.

"Governor Jameson, please... Tell her it's Steve McGarrett." Steve said and Olivia could see where this was going where as Detective Williams seemed to think of this as a joke and was laughing. Steve looked over to Olivia and gave her a small wink before turning to Detective Williams and grinned. "Be with you in a sec."

"You're really going to regret not letting us just leave with the toolbox Detective." Olivia couldn't help but murmur as she watched Steve converse with the Governor of Hawaii over the phone whilst Detective Williams just looked on in confusion. Especially when Steve raised his right hand. Olivia could afford to laugh now as she should have known that Steve would have pulled a stunt like this. For as long as Olivia could remember, Steve McGarrett was always willing to do insane things so he wouldn't have to back down.

"I, Steven J. McGarrett, do solemnly declare upon my honor and conscience that I will act at all times to the best of my ability and knowledge in a manner befitting an officer of the law. I will faithfully obey the orders of my superiors and will be ready to confront danger in the line of duty. Thank you, Governor." Steve replied after a few moments, putting down his right hand and turning to Detective Williams with a bright grin on his face. "Now it's my crime scene, come on Liv."

Quietly chuckling to herself Olivia followed Steve out of the garage, through the house and making their way out the back just like they had come in. As soon as they were out of the house Olivia handed Steve back the toolbox.

"You know I thought the days of you getting me into trouble were over Steve since we're supposed to be mature adults and all… But apparently not! However, I will admit that this whole thing was pretty funny although a bit harsh, the detective was only trying to do his job even if he is an outsider. I can only imagine his ego has taken a drop after barely surviving an encounter with Lt. Commander McGarrett."

"Your one to talk! You weren't giving him an easy time either yourself Liv but I have to admit that I like that guy, there's something about him." Steve replied with a small smile and Olivia was just bemused by the whole thing. This day was getting even stranger by the hour, it was hard to believe that only two hours she was at a funeral and talking to Steve for the first time in years. Now it was like the two of them had barely even been apart.

"Well I don't think Detective Williams can say the same about you I'm afraid." Olivia pointed out and Steve laughed, seemingly a lot more relaxed then he was forty minutes ago. He was less rigid and formal which Olivia put down to him being back home for the first time in about twenty years. It seemed like Steve hadn't completely forgotten how to keep an easygoing mentality. He just seemed to leave it in Hawaii. "So you've taken the job? I hope it wasn't just to wind Detective Williams up."

"That wasn't the entire reason I took the job, I took it, if only to spend more time with you although it was nice to see the look on Detective's Williams face when I told him that my dad's house was now my crime scene." Steve quipped and Olivia gently nudged him in the ribs, she knew that was so not the reason why Steve took the job but it was nice of him to say so. Either way they got to spend time together again.