Note: Thanks for the reviews and follows. Glad you like the start of this one.
Chapter Two
The team worked hard throughout the day. Just after lunch they were able to identify their latest victim. Ling Chow had moved to Hawaii only the month before her death, and hadn't made many friends. She had transferred to the island for work at an architect firm, but was scheduled to be working from home this week, so no one had realised she was missing. Unfortunately, because of that fact they had no idea how or where she had been abducted.
Chin and Kono spent the afternoon trying to find a link between the three victims but had come up empty.
Danny, Steve, and Lou had been busy tracking down suppliers and collectors of Hawaiian artefacts. Steve tried to track down Mamo for his help, as he was big in the scene of Hawaiian re-enactments, but was disappointed to find he was off the island.
By late evening they were no closer to getting a lead, and when the Governor, followed by two of his protection detail, entered the bullpen, they all knew what they were going to hear.
"What have you got for me, Steve?" He demanded.
"We've identified the latest victim Sir, and Danny identified the torture weapons. We've been chasing down leads all day." Steve explained.
"And are you any closer to catching this person?"
Steve sighed. "Not really Sir. There is no DNA evidence left at the scene, and we can't find a link between the victims."
"I gave you until the end of the day, Commander. But so far you don't have anything to go on. I'm calling the FBI in to help."
"Sir, we just need more time, we'll get this guy."
"I have no doubt that you will, Commander. I have every faith in your team, please don't think that me calling the FBI is any reflection on your abilities. I am not planning on asking the FBI to take over, merely provide you with more support. The FBI has a team called the BAU. They profile the Unsub, as they call them. I'm going to arrange a video conference with the unit. Detective Williams, I'd like you to take care of that, given your history of working homicide in New Jersey. And the fact that you look the most...professional." The Governor carefully chose his words while looking at Chin's black and blue Hawaiian shirt, and Lou's bright red one. Steve of course was wearing his usual cargo pants, t-shirt and shirt.
"I'd like you to fill them in on the case and get the profile from them. I'm going to schedule a press conference for tomorrow morning. I want to get the profile out to the public in the hope it will bring you new leads."
"A press conference? Sir, do you really think that is for the best? The public will panic." Steve questioned.
"They're already panicked, Steve. The media have run the stories of each death. They already know there is a serial killer on the island." Danny explained.
"Exactly. I've had all the major papers on the phone to my office asking for statements. I want to work with the press to find this killer, otherwise they are going to report what they want and scare the public even more."
"Fair enough," Steve conceded. "I'm sure Danny would love to liaise with the FBI."
"Oh yeah, sure," Danny rolled his eyes, knowing he was in for a late night going over everything from the case.
"Thank you, Detective Williams. I will have my staff inform you of the details of the press conference. Time to crack out the ties again."
"I have to give the press conference?" Danny frowned, he hated that side of the job and yet he always seemed to get landed with that role.
"Yes Detective. I'll see you all tomorrow." The Governor confirmed. Then nodding to the rest of the team he turned and left.
"Great." Danny sighed once the Governor was out of ear shot.
"That's the price you pay for being so professional, brah." Kono teased.
"Come on Danny." Chin patted the blonde detective on the arm. "I'll get you all set up ready for the video conference."
"Guys, I don't think we can do much more tonight. Why don't you all head home. Once the press conference goes out we're gonna be kept busy." Steve grabbed his truck keys.
"Whoa, you're all cutting out on me?" Danny was ready to go into a full on rant.
"Not everyone. I thought I'd go grab us both a pizza. If we're gonna be here late no reason for us to go hungry." Steve replied.
"Oh, ok that sounds like a good plan. No pineapple on mine." Danny headed into his office, his rant immediately deflated.
"You sure you don't want us to stay?" Lou asked.
"Nah, you guys head off. I'll keep Mr. Grumpy, company. I've got some paperwork that needs signing to keep me busy. But first I have to feed the beast." Steve said causing Lou and Kono to chuckle.
5-0-5-0-5-0-5-0
The next morning Danny stood nervously straightening his tie, getting ready for the conference to start.
"Will you relax, Danny, you're great at this." Kono tried to calm her friend.
"Thanks, babe, but I still hate these things." Danny pulled his notes out of his pocket, and read over them, doing his best to remember everything that the FBI profiler had told him during their three hour conversation. It had been late when they finished up, but he had filled Steve in over a beer, before they'd both headed home. Danny looked up and saw the Governor's aid signalling him over.
"Time to get the show on the road."
"Break a leg." Kono called after him causing Danny to shake his head.
Ten minutes later the team were all stood on the platform, while Danny took centre stage and thanked the press for coming.
"Five-0 is working extremely hard to catch the person responsible for these deaths, and as such we have liaised with the Behavioural Unit of the FBI to profile this person. With their help we now know that we are looking for a male, aged between 30 and 50. We believe that he is a native Hawaiian that is big on Hawaiian history and culture. This person does not like newcomers to the island. His victims are all none natives of different sex and race. The attacks are none sexual and we believe this man is opportunistic in his choice of victim. Once he has them we believe he takes his time to torture them, this would require somewhere private so they couldn't be heard. We would like to ask the public to be extra vigilant. If you know someone that fits the profile, we ask you to contact us, but do not challenge them. Thank you." Danny nodded to the Governor's aid to signal he was done, and then returning to the team.
"So how many crank calls do you think we are gonna have to deal with today then?" Lou asked.
"Too many, but we have to try right?" Danny sighed and started to pull off his tie.
5-0-5-0-5-0-5-0
"Argh..." Lou screamed slamming down the phone. "I can't take any more crank calls. That last one was convinced that King Kamehameha had come back to life, and was responsible for the killings."
The rest of the team laughed, but they'd also had their fair share of wasted calls. They'd only had one good lead all day, and when Chin and Kono went to check it out, they found their suspect was off the island, so could not be responsible for the last murder.
"Let's call it a night everyone." Steve shut his computer down. "As much as I hate to say it, we don't have much, and until this guy strikes again we probably won't."
The team didn't need telling twice, especially Danny since he had finished late the night before, but they were all unhappy that what Steve had said was most likely true.
"Anyone fancy a beer?" Lou asked.
"Sure." Chin and Kono chorused together.
"Guys?" Lou turned to Danny and Steve.
"I'm gonna pass, I'm beat guys. I'm just gonna grab some take out on the way home and head to bed." Danny yawned.
"Same here," Steve opened the door so the others could leave. "See you all in the morning."
5-0-5-0-5-0-5-0
Danny got back into his car and placed his take out bag on the passenger seat. He was relieved that Steve had called it a night, as he was exhausted from the early morning start the day before, followed by a late night and busy day. The smell of the chow mien at his side made his stomach rumble. If Danny hadn't been so tired he would have noticed the truck following him from the Palace to the take out, or it leave the parking lot seconds after him.
A minute into the drive home, Danny felt the car start to pull slightly to the left and groaned to himself as he pulled over.
"Great, just what I needed a flat." He said to himself getting out and examining the offending tire. As he did so a truck pulled in behind him and the driver got out.
"Howz'it, everything ok?" The driver asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine, thanks, just a flat."
"You need some help?"
"I'm good thanks."
"That's lolo bruddah, be faster with the two of us. You got a jack?"
"Thanks man. It's been a really long day. I appreciate the help." Danny went to the trunk of the car and leaned in to retrieve the jack and spare tire. Focused on his task he didn't see the man come up behind him, he only felt the sharp stabbing pain in his back, before everything suddenly started to spin, and Danny's legs turned to jelly. Dropping the jack he attempted to reach for his gun, but he didn't get a chance before falling to the ground unconscious.
TBC
Oh dear. Poor Danny is in trouble again.