So, Mr. Best Boyfriend in the World took me to D.C. this weekend! I don't know how he did it, but he got us into a super fancy hotel, reservations at these AMAZING restaurants, and even arranged for my brother to have a few days of leave so I could see him! Best birthday ever! Alright, enough about my happiness, and on the story! Oh, and in this fic, Catherine is still on the Enterprise. I don't mind her and I'm cool with McRollins, but only when she makes brief and infrequent appearances on the show. Oh, and I should've mentioned this before, Malia's still alive in this. Just go with it.
"Otto Siegler." Chin said, reading off the results of the DNA from the nail. In truth, he was surprised they had even gotten a match.
"Okay, what do we know about this guy?" Danny asked.
"Well, for starters, he's supposed to be dead."
"Come again?" Steve asked, his Navy SEAL Spidey Senses, as Danny called them, tingling.
"It says here that Siegler was an enforcer for Griffon Security Company, based in Berlin. Police found his DNA on the murder weapon in the case of the stabbing of a young reporter. When they went to arrest him, it says he fled the scene and his car went over the side of a bridge. When they finally located the SUV he was in, it was broken and they never found a body. They just assumed he was dead."
"Yeah, you know Hesse did the same thing." Steve remarked bitterly.
"So this guy, Siegler, fakes his death to, what? Come to Hawaii and clean your house? That's a little weird, boss." Kono pointed out. Steve nodded.
"I'm thinking it's time to call Catherine and have her run her own deep background on this guy." Danny said. Steve nodded again, then dialed her number. He placed the phone on the table and put it on speaker so they could all hear.
"Lieutenant Rollins." came a cool female voice.
"Hey, Cath. It's Steve, listen-"
"Steve?! What? Oh my god…How are you? What happened? Are you okay? Where have you been?" Steve looked around.
"I'm guessing no one told her?" he sighed. "I'm fine, Cath. I promise. I'll fill you in on what we know in a minute, but right now we're trying to figure out what happened. Can you start running a deep background on a man named Otto Siegler?" there was a brief pause in which the sound of tapping keys could be heard.
"Ok, it's running. Now, you better tell me what the hell is going on!" And so he did. When he had finished, there was a few moments of silence on the other end while Catherine tried to process everything. "You're sure you're okay?" She asked.
"I promise, I'm fine. Little freaked out, but who isn't?" Steve asked with a nervous laugh. His joke fell flat.
"Okay…wait, background just came back on Siegler. Ummm, Steve this is some seriously feaky stuff here."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, for one, after Siegler's supposed death, the CIA did their own covert manhunt for him. But why though? Hold on, let me see if I can open the file…okay. It says the U.S. was interested in Siegler because of his connection to Griffon Security Company and the story Nina Glossman, the journalist he killed, was working on. From what they could piece together off of her smashed hard drive, she was working on a story that would blow the whistle on Griffon for something…it doesn't say what though. This file is mostly redacted. Here, there's something about a guy named Hans Brooker…that's weird."
"What's weird?" Danny asked.
"Well, I can't find anything on him. I'll keep looking, but so far, it looks like Brooker doesn't exist. Anyway, I guess it's safe to assume that Siegler murdered Nina Glossman because of what she had found on them. And whatever she found had something to do with this Brooker guy. I'll call you back when I find something."
"Thanks Cath. You're the best, you know that?" Steve asked, getting as close to saying 'I love you' as he ever would.
"Watch your ass, alright Steve?"
"Always do."
"And that's why you've been missing for two months? You guys make sure he doesn't do anything stupid, okay?"
"Don't worry, I'm not letting this animal out of my sight until we figure this out." Danny said, elbowing Steve playfully. After they had said goodbye and hung up, they all pulled up a chair around the table and sank into it with a sigh.
"Okay, is anyone else extremely confused right now?" Kono asked.
"Yep."
"Pretty much."
"Mmmmhhhhhmmmm."
"Well, at least we're all on the same page. Do we have anything to go on right now?" she asked.
"Well, I'm running Sielger's most recent picture through facial recognition, but that was taken over three years ago. He could've altered his appearance by now. It's worth a try, but it's going to take a while." Chin supplied.
"At least it's something. Well, I don't know about you guy," Danny said, standing up and pulling off his tie. "but I have had on helluva day and I'm ready to go home and stare at the TV for a while."
"Yeah, I think you've got the right idea, brah. Malia's probably wondering where I am. Be careful, Steve. And no running off to figure this out yourself." Chin warned.
"I'm gonna head out too. Like Chin said, Steve. You stay with Danny. Don't be stupid." Kono said, scolding him lightly.
"Alright, alright. Jeez, you guys." Holing up his right hand in mock promise, Steve took on a solemn look. "I promise that I Steven J. McGarrett will not run away like a three year old, which all seem intent on treating me like." They all laughed.
"You know Steve, that looked freakishly similar to the day you dragged me into this whole mess." Chin and Kono looked at each other, feeling as though they had missed something. "Oh, that's right, you two have never heard this story. What with being shot within hours of meeting Rambo here, I never did get around to telling you how Steve became a cop. I was stopping by his father's house, since I was the detective in charge of the case. When I got there, I heard a noise in the garage. And what do I find? Steven here is taking a red toolbox from the counter and is trying to convince me that he came with it." They burst out laughing.
"Only you, boss." Kono said with a smile.
"Oh and that's not even the worst part. We're both standing there, you know, just pointing our guns at each other, refusing to put our weapons down. We finally agree to put them away and pull out our IDs on the count of three, if you can believe that. I swear it's the most fifth grade thing we've ever done. Then when I tell him that it's my crime scene and he needs to put the evidence back, he calls the governor and, right there in the garage, raises his right hand and gets sworn in over the phone. It was the most ridiculous thing to watch. Then he just walks out with the toolbox and says 'Now it's my crime scene'." Another burst of laughter, this one harder than the first, overtook the group. When they had finally stopped laughing and wiped the tears from their eyes, they each headed to their cars and left. Steve, of course, went directly to the driver's side and for once, Danny didn't complain. As he slid in behind the wheel, Steve turned to Danny.
"Why are you not bitching about me being a control freak?"
"Well, don't get me wrong, you are one and it usually annoys me to no end. However, I am not only tired beyond the point where I trust my driving skills, but it's been a while since I've even had something to bitch about. Two months of thinking you were dead, probably tortured to death for some information you'd never give up, and I guess I'm okay with letting you drive."
"I'm sorry man. I really am. If I'd been in your place, I would have been going nuts trying to get you back. I know this must've been hard on you."
"It's fine, babe. And I promise, tomorrow, I'll be back to complaining about you're obsession driving my car." They smiled at each other, then Steve tore out of the parking lot, going at least ten miles over the speed limit.
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The tall man watched as the silver car pulled into the driveway to the McGarrett home. He had been watching the place all day, waiting for the pair to return. He had watched as the crime scene techs swept the house. It had angered him when they had found the blood on the nail. Siegler would have to be dealt with. His sloppy mistakes had done enough damage. He had watched as the cops had left and the yellow tape had been cleared away. Watching and waiting, all day. As he observed the pair enter the house, he rubbed his hand over the tender spot on his shoulders. The new tattoos were uncomfortable to say the least, but he knew they were necessary to make this work. His fingers eventually found their way to the miniscule scars behind his ears. Like the tattoos, he had hated what had been done to his face, but he also understood with tis too had had to be done. It was a shame. His old face had been quite handsome. Nevertheless, this one would do. It wasn't all that bad. Apparently women here seemed to find it more than passable. As he watched the two men uncap two beers and settle on the couch, he sighed and ran his hand through his dark brown hair. The men were talking, but he couldn't make out what they were saying. He raised his binoculars to his dark blue eyes and focused in on their lips. Typical, he thought. They were discussing the blonde man's kid. In truth, he thought these men dull and inferior, but he knew that for the plan to work, he must get to know them intimately. He must know how they thought, all their little mannerisms. Everything. He readjusted his muscular body into a more comfortable position. This was going to be a long night.
Hmmmm, kinda sketchy! I'd love to hear your thoughts on this chapter! I am so excited to write this story! I have plans! Oh, and I will be leaving This One's For The Readers open until I finish this story, so keep sending me your ideas! I may use art of one person's suggestion, and parts of another, so whatever ideas you have floating around in those marvelous brains of yours, send them my way and together, we the people of can write something incredible! Wow, that sounded a little revolutionary. Anyway… Hope you're enjoying this so far!
