A/N: Here is my official Chapter One! Hope you guys enjoy. Please leave a review(:
Disclaimer: I only own, Kylie McGarrett.
The sun was shining brightly as per usual in Honolulu, Hawaii. Locals and visitors of Hawaii had their beach chairs already set up by nine o'clock in the morning, and surfers were riding the waves by sunrise, and 5-0 was stuck in their offices buried under paperwork.
"Hey," Steve knocked on the glass door of Danny's office. Danny, sleeked back blonde hair, button up shirt tucked in with a tie tied tightly around his neck, looks over at his partner with furrowed eyebrows. His eyes are red from lack of sleep and his five o'clock shadow proves that he hasn't been taking care of himself recently. Steve noticed this and asked, "Are you okay?"
Danny wiped his hands down his face, "Yeah, yeah. Um, my lovely ex wife wants to take Gracie away for the weekend. My weekend and apparently I don't get a say. So."
Steve rolled his eyes. This was so typical Rachel. He's never met her before, but the amount of stress she causes Danny tells him he doesn't want to meet her. "Sorry, buddy."
"Yeah, it's whatever. You got something for me?"
"Yeah, a new case. Chin and Kono are already there. Let's go."
Steve and Danny drove together in Danny's silver Camaro except instead of Danny driving, Steve drove because he "likes to drive". Danny calls bullshit and says the real reason Steve always drives is because he has control issues, which is partly true.
The crime scene was at the far end of Lilia Park by a couple of picnic benches. Behind the bright yellow "Do Not Cross" crossing tape, citizens gathered, whispering about the dead body that lay a few feet away from him.
"Max, what do we got?" Steve asked. His arms were crossed and his eyes were furrowed as he examined the dead dude in front of him. It was hard to tell what happened. This guy, tan and tattooed, was face up with a bullet hole in the middle of his forehead, execution style.
Max stood up, clad in his white jump suit and latex gloves. He grinned, "Hello. As you can see cause of death was a single gunshot wound through the head. Through and through. However, from the lack of blood I have concluded that this was not the initial crime scene."
"So this was the dumping ground," Danny said.
"Any ID on the vic?" Steve asked.
"Unfortunately not," Max said. "I'm going to take him back to the lab to do a full work up. I'll let you know what more I find."
"Thanks Max," Steve said, watching Max leave with the body.
"Hey boss," Kona calls from the crossing tape. Danny and Steve head over. Kono walked over, hands covered in black latex gloves, and a phone held in her right hand.
"Kono, what you got?"
"Phone found in the Vic's back pocket," she held it up. "I'm sending it back to HQ with Chin, hopefully he can pull something off from the sim card that will give us a lead."
"Good," Steve said. "Any sign of the gun anywhere?"
"No. Crime Scene Investigators are still looking. No witnesses either, which means the body must have been dumped in the middle of the night."
"Okay, so we know that whoever killed this man had done it in a private place, only for the body to be found in broad daylight for anyone and everyone to see?" Danny questioned.
"I think this body was placed here for someone to see," Steve said.
"Like a warning?" Kono raised her eyebrow.
Steve nodded, "Yeah, which means we might have another body showing up soon."
"Hey," Kono greeted Steve and Danny when they walked through the double glass door that lead to the lobby of their offices. In the middle of their office was a glass table used as a giant touch screen computer, which is what Kono was poking at as her colleagues and friends walked in.
"Hey, you got anything?" Steve asked, standing right beside her and looking at the pictures of their victim spread out on the technical device.
"Yeah," Kono said. She used her hand to slide the victim's ID picture from the computer system to one of the monitors that were attached to the wall. On the screen was a Hawaii license. "Hector Rigali. Released from prison about nine months ago with charges of assault and possession of an unregistered weapon."
"Alright, so what's so special about this guy that someone would want him dead? It's been nine months. If someone was trying to get revenge, they would have done it when he was first released," Danny said.
Before Kono or Steve could answer, Max's contact name popped up on both the computer system and the monitor, ringing for a video chat.
Kono pressed answer, "Hey, Max."
"Hello. After doing a more thorough examination of the body, I found several bruises, scratched up knuckles, and blunt force trauma to the head indicating signs of struggle." Max informed.
"This guy is pretty big. Whoever attacked this man and got away must be either a very skilled fighter or another big guy," Kono said.
"This is something else," Max said warily. "One of his tattoos in particular caught my attention."
"Thinking of getting inked, Max?" Danny smirked.
"No. I am sending over a picture of the tattoo now," As soon as Max said that, a photo of a skull laying on top of an "H" popped onto the screen. Next to the "H" are very minuscule tally marks. Hector's tattoo has four tally marks. "I did some research and found that a man named Mark Guise also has the same tattoo with seven tally marks. He was arrested 16 months ago with seven accounts of murder."
"So each tally mark represents a victim?" Steve asked.
"Correct. Those who have a tattoo are part of a Hit Man gang. People who are hired by others to murder."
"They have a business for that now?" Danny said, not really expecting an answer from anyone.
"Hector has four, and none of the tallies were recently done. So, if Hector was killed on the job, he hadn't reached his victim yet."
"So if this guy has the same tattoo, how come he wasn't convicted of murder?" Steve asked.
"They had no evidence against him. During Trial, Hector called his tattoo a coincidence."
"Hey Max, when did you become such a detective, huh?" Danny asked.
"I like research," Max said, saying his goodbyes, and hanging up.
"Okay, so our vic was a hired hit man," Steve said, "Maybe he was on his way to meet a buyer or his victim and things went south."
"Steve," Chin walked out from his private office.
"Excuse me," Steve said to Kono and Danny before walking over.
"There's something you need to see," Chin nodded over to his office.
Chin lead Steve into his office where a flash drive had been imported into his computer.
"Our victim, Hector Rigali had been emailed several pictures from an unknown address that can't be tracked. However, that's not why I called you in here," Chin said.
"Okay, so what is it?" Steve asked, eyebrows furrowed in confusion as to why this had to be handled in a private matter.
"The pictures are of your sister, Kylie."
Steve had to take a step back, caught off guard that his little—baby sister, Kylie would show up on a Hawaii 5-0 case and become a person of interest. In the photos she was walking, looking around as if she knew she were being followed, and she was on the phone.
"I recognized her from photos your dad would show me during my training. I thought you should be the first to know before the rest of the team finds out."
"This doesn't make sense," Steve shook his head, still at lost of words. "If Kylie were in danger, she would call me."
Kylie and Steve had grown up almost inseparable. Although there was a five-year difference between the two, Kylie always thought of Steve as her big teddy bear. She always wanted to be around him, hold his hand, and watch movies. Steve was more than happy to be his sister's puppy dog. He admired his little sister more than any teenager would.
When their dad sent them to the mainland, Steve was 15 and Kylie was 10. It crushed Kylie when she found out Steve was going to a boarding school with uncle Joe while her and Mary were sent to their Aunt Deb's house.
Steve only saw Kylie once before he joined the Navy. That's when he learned that Kylie was going to school at the New Mexico Military Institute, a co-ed educational institute in Roswell, New Mexico. He tried talking her out of it, telling her how unsafe it would be in her late years. However, this only resulted in a fight, and they didn't make up before he left again.
With the missions he was sent on, he barely had any time to write home. It was a letter from Mary that told him Kylie had been deployed right after her graduation to Afghanistan. Steve tried going through computer files and colleagues to find out any new information regarding Kylie McGarrett—where she is, what mission she is on, and if she was okay. All of them said the same thing: Classified.
The last time Steve saw Kylie was at their father's funeral. Unlike Mary, Kylie had flown back from wherever she was to make it. She was dressed in a white button up blouse and a black skirt. Her hair was pinned in a high sock bun, and her makeup was done naturally. The only thing off about her was the healing split lip. Steve wanted a to ask her how she had been, how she got the lip, and what's she been up to, but he never had the chance. He didn't even get to say hello. She was gone before her father was even lowered to the ground.
"When was the last time you talked to her?" Chin asked, already knowing the answer. Steve knew Chin knew the answer to that too. So he stayed silent, only proving Chin's point. "Maybe she's—"
"No," Steve put his hand up to stop Chin right there. "She's the victim here. She's the target! We should be finding her to protect her, not to question her."
Chin nodded his head reluctantly, "Okay. I'll call HPD to have them on the look out."