Aftermath part 2

(this chapter is in 2 parts because it got a bit large! And heavy going)

(also may have some spoilers for finale and 2.22 (but I've not seen those yet so can't be sure))

Steve unlocked Joe's front door with some trepidation and stepped in the small apartment. It was a little bigger than Danny's old place, but a whole lot tidier, mainly because Joe didn't have hardly as much as Danny did with Gracie's stuff as well. The three quickly got to work and it wasn't long before they found Joe's files, hidden in a wicker footstool.

"He's got copies of everything," Chin commented as he went through the pile of paper he found. He handed them out to the other two who had joined him and they flicked through them all.

"Looks like he's got everything on Wo Fat," Danny said as he looked through a file, put it on a table and picked another.

"And us," Chin added as he studied one more. "This one has got everything about all of us," he explained and looked up at the other two. "Including my uncle."

Steve frowned and reached for the thick paper file Chin held. When he got it he looked through it from start to finish, sitting down on the couch while the other two continued searching for other stuff, Danny rummaging in a chest of drawers nearby. Chin was right; Joe had compiled everything possible on all four of them, including things on Mary, Matthew Williams and Chin and Kono's vast family.

He only looked up when Danny sat down beside him, another file in his hands. "He's got everything," the SEAL said to his partner, his expression a mixture of 'what the fuck', 'how the fuck' and 'how dare he?'

Danny frowned too. "I can understand why with us," he said, using his hand to point out himself and Chin. "He doesn't know us. But you? Why you?"

Steve shrugged. "People change," he responded, and put the file down, he didn't want to see any more of that. "What have you got?" he asked him, and nodded down at the file in his partner's hand.

Danny moved a hand to show him what was written on the outside – Shelbourn.

It was another thick file and Steve's mouth suddenly went dry when he saw it. "Have you looked in it?" he asked Danny, who shook his head and handed it over.

"Not yet," the detective told him. "I found it taped underneath a drawer, over there," he explained, and pointed to a desk opposite them. "Didn't take long to find," he cautioned as he watched Steve open it slowly.

"Maybe he wanted it to be found," Chin continued Danny's thoughts.

Steve nodded and looked around them. "Pack everything up, we'll take it back to the Palace and go through it there," he told them, closed the file and stood. "I saw a couple of crates over there," he added, indicating to an area tucked away in the corner. He didn't mention that he didn't actually want to be here doing this in Joe's space, but he didn't need to. Danny took one look at his face and nodded, and Chin walked over to the SEAL and handed him the keys to his SUV. "Bring it round to the front," he explained and took the file from him with Steve stood and handed it to him.

"Make sure…" the SEAL began, but stopped and just walked away, leaving them to it.

Danny watched him walk out before he looked over at Chin. "Let's get this done before he changes his mind."

Chin nodded and went for the crates, putting the file he had in the bottom of one, making sure it was there. Between them they went through the apartment meticulously, grabbing everything they could use and piling it into the crates. Steve didn't return to the apartment, and Danny was surprised that he hadn't taken the Shelbourn file to read in the car, so the pair, when they had done, both picked up an overloaded crate and left the apartment. The door locked behind them and Danny followed Chin out of the complex.

Steve had driven the SUV to the foot of the stairs and had opened the trunk, but he was leaning against the side of the vehicle, arms folded across his chest, staring down at the ground. He only looked up when Danny called to him as he and Chin loaded their boxes in the back. "The door locked behind us," he told him and walked over to him as Chin shut the trunk door. "Do you want me to go back and double lock it?"

Steve shook his head. "Let's just go," he replied, and made his way to the driver's seat, only to find Chin already climbing in. With a sigh he spotted Danny getting into the passenger side beside Chin, and climbed in the back. "I knew I should have stayed in the car," he grumbled, making Danny smile.

Kono looked around the offices when she and Lori returned with a frown. She had expected some of the male members of the team to be visible, but no. All she could see was Danny and Chin's empty offices, and the blinds down in Steve's. She hummed to herself and walked over to the tech table, frowning again when she found it locked, and password-protected. "Okay," she said to herself firmly and strode over to Steve's office. She knocked on the door and walked in, not waiting for a reply.

All three were there, Chin sitting on the couch, looking up from his laptop, while Danny and Steve were huddled together at Steve's desk. It looked like they had been there for a while, she and Lori had been out for a trio of hours after all; Danny had brought his chair in from his office, and there was paperwork spread out in front of them.

Steve put his hand over the file they were looking at and looked up at her intrusion while Danny finished scribbling on what looked like a mind map in front of him.

"Did you get anything from the witnesses?" Steve asked her. "Any trouble?"

Kono nodded. "No trouble, but we got a bit more from them, yes," she answered. "What are you three doing in here?" she asked and stepped closer to check out the files. "This isn't about our case."

Danny looked at her and then back at Steve. "Up to you," he said quietly, and carried on with what he had been doing.

Steve sighed. He had thought he was going to be able to keep all of this Shelbourn stuff away from his friends and team, but Danny made sure that didn't happen. And here they were. "It's about Wo Fat," he told her. "And I need you to keep Lori out of it. Okay?" he asked quickly. "We'll fill you in when she's not around."

She wasn't pleased, but could see the way he kept looking past her to the open door of his office to where he could hear Lori banging around. "Okay," she agreed. "But don't forget.

Steve shook his head and relaxed a bit. "Thanks," he replied, and nodded at her. She nodded back and walked back out to deal with Lori, shutting the door firmly behind her.

"Why is the table locked?" Lori asked as she tapped it again when Kono walked over. "We need to use it."

"It's running an update Chin set," Kono replied and pushed Weston's hand away from the screen. "He's locked it to stop anyone using it while it's running. He gets very possessive."

Lori sighed and stepped back; she knew that. "Okay," she grumbled, and looked up at Kono. "We'll have to use a laptop then." She looked around her to the empty offices and frowned at the closed state of Steve's. "Are they all in there?" she asked curiously. "What are they doing?"

Kono shrugged, pleased that her stint as undercover had allowed her to lie quite well. "Case review," she told her, which wasn't completely untrue. "Come on, let's get this done," she added and walked over to her own office. "Best to leave them alone."

Lori looked back at the office and had a fleeting thought to check on Steve, but decided not to, and followed Kono; Danny was probably glued to the Commander's side anyway.

Joe started to feel unwell some time after his breakfast. At first he couldn't pinpoint what the problem was, he felt lightheaded when he got up from the table to pace his little room but put it down to getting up too quickly and his stressful situation. But when his stomach started to grumble and complain he knew something else was up. It was getting worse quickly, his belly started to cramp painfully he climbed back onto the bunk and curled up, arms around his stomach, and groaned. He had thought, with the sealed packets, he'd be safe from anything Noshimuri might have dosed him with, but it was becoming more obvious with every passing minute that that wasn't the case. He groaned when a particularly painful cramp rippled through him, and then he had to quickly scramble off the bunk and into the mini bathroom when it became urgent. One good thing about having a small bathroom, he could throw up in the sink while purging diarrhoea into the john.

After a particular nasty bout he groaned again and pressed his forehead to the cool wall, and tried to distract himself by coming up with more and more violent ways he could kill Danny with.

He didn't know how long it was before he felt safe enough to clean up and move back out into the little room, but he did and headed straight to the bunk again. He hadn't been that ill for a long time and he ended up rolling himself up in the blankets, trying to warm himself up. It wasn't long before he started to feel drowsy, his lack of sleep from the night before and sickness creeping up on him. Sleep was now easy to come by and he embraced it with both arms.

When he woke again he knew immediately that he wasn't alone, he could hear someone else breathing, and he forced his eyes open to see whoever it was.

Adam Noshimuri sat at the table, lounging in the chair and he looked bored. He may have been there for a while, which made the older SEAL frown, questioning why he hadn't woken him up, and why he hadn't woken up himself when the door had been opened.

He shifted, a small move to stretch his back, but enough to get Adam's attention and the guy looked up at him from where he had been staring at the floor. "Feeling better?" Adam asked him, and Joe couldn't hear any malice in his tone.

"A little," Joe replied after a few moments thought. "Cramps have gone." He was going to continue but managed to stop talking only thought sheer force of will. He would never have given the guy the satisfaction of replying. Unless he was under the influence of something. "What did you give me?" he demanded and forced himself to sit up. The dizzy spell concerned him, and he leant back against the wall, eyes closed and breathed through his nose to ride it out.

Adam waited it out, ready to grab the bucket he had brought in with him when Joe paled – whatever he felt about the man he didn't want to be covered in his puke. The guard he had asked to watch the CCTV feed had reported that the drug was taking its course, literally, a couple of hours ago, and he was relatively sure White would be over the worst of that by now. But it was always a good plan to be prepared. "Just a little something to loosen your tongue," he answered Joe's question when the man opened his eyes again. "You ready to talk? Or do you want to give me some more macho bull? I can always employ some more extreme methods, it's about time I published another scientific paper."

"Screw you," Joe growled. "I thought you told Williams you weren't going to maim me."

Adam canted his head to one side and studied him. "You keep mentioning that." he commented curiously. "Why? Are you scared?" When Joe refused to answer him he shrugged. "I can make it up to Danny," he added nonchalantly. "Where's my father?" he asked, his tone easy, as if he was asking him what he wanted for dinner. "Where did you take him?"

Joe pressed his lips together, trying to stop the sudden compulsion to tell him everything, but he failed. "Japan," he growled angrily.

Adam nodded thoughtfully; the country was his family's ancestral home after all. "Why?" he questioned, having difficulty in keeping his tone light. The cocktail they had injected into Joe's milk was a new version of an old favourite of his father's and he knew if he pushed too hard White's SEAL training would kick in. It was difficult though, he really wanted to grab the SEAL and shake all the information out of him.

"Safe there," Joe forced out, each word ripped out of his treasonous mouth.

"From whom?" Adam asked, frowning. Not McGarrett, the guy had already got the elder Noshimuri where he wanted him, in prison and on trial for murder.

"Wo…Fat…" Joe replied, and pushed his fist into his mouth to stop himself from giving anything else away.

Adam's frown deepened. He had grown up with his father's business and associates visiting, he knew Wo Fat, not well but enough to know he didn't like him or his Dad dealing with him. But he had seen the pair of them, heads together, in his father's study in this very house, plotting, planning and arranging. He'd never seen them argue though, but he admitted to himself, he hadn't been here as much over recent years so he could have missed that.

"Why?" he asked Joe again, and waited for a response. He watched him steadily, he was a patient man, and he trusted his chemist.

Eventually he got a reply; Joe removed his fist. "Liability for Wo Fat," he mumbled, and shook his head to try and clear it. "His number is in my phone," he gave him, again, and slumped against the wall again.

Adam watched him and decided to change tactic – he didn't want to force him, he didn't want to treat the elder man for a heart attack as he tried to fight him. "Tell me about McGarrett," he asked him after a minute or two of silence. "What are you hiding from him?"

Danny concentrated on what was in front of him and shook his head as he read it. He had commandeered a couple of folders that intrigued the intelligence analyst in him, Joe's notepad and his phone, and really didn't like where it was taking him. Chin had downloaded a spreadsheet he had traced to an encrypted cloud storage Internet site, he explained it to the other detective who had listened avidly but understood about half of it. Danny could work spreadsheets, and with all the stuff in front of him, he had managed to find the encryption key Joe had used in all of his files. With it the nonsense that they had been reading suddenly started to make sense.

Steve was nose-deep in the huge Shelbourn file, Chin in a couple of others, and Danny had found himself immersed in what looked like imports and exports.

He frowned as he read some of the figures and titles in the spreadsheet again, and really didn't like it. So much so he looked up and sought out one of his partners for some clarification.

Chin was looking his way and spotted the disturbed look in his face. "Danny?" he called and stood, stretching his back as he did so. "What have you got?"

"It looks like Joe's either tracking all, or a lot, of the drugs being imported and exported in and out of the islands," Danny explained, which made Steve look up from the file he had grabbed.

"What?" the SEAL demanded, and uncrossed his long legs from in front of him, using them to scoot forward and join his partner. "Show me."

Danny pushed the laptop he was using back further onto the desk so they could all see it. "Look," he instructed, and used a finger to point out figures and words. "These look like imports, the codes are ports on the islands, I think H1 is Honolulu, H2 is Hilo etc.," he explained. "I think this column is either flight numbers or the initials of specific ships, and I think this one is type – H - heroin, C – cocaine, MET – methamphetamine, Ca – cannabis, and so on," he pointed out. "And this is weight, in kilos."

The other two could see on the screen what he meant and where he had come to that conclusion, and they studied the weight column in silence. The amounts on here made their huge haul a few months ago seem like a drop in the ocean, literally.

"Is there anything about export?" Steve asked as he tried to process what he was seeing. "If not, we should be swimming in the crap."

Danny nodded and used the laptop's track pad to go to the next sheet. "I think this one is export," he explained, and pointed to the same column arrangements. "It looks like there are three or four big players moving stuff in and out, using Hawaii as a trading post really," he explained. "Although a lot of it does seem to stay here," he added, pointing out the total on the exports, and then flicking back to imports.

Steve nodded. "How do you know its drugs?" he asked him curiously.

Danny pointed out a line on the import sheet "This one matches our $80million," he explained to him. "The exact way of importation, the same port, the same date and time, and the same weight. Exactly."

Chin asked the question the others were already thinking. "Is this all retrospective?" he asked. "Are there any due? And why didn't he give it to us?"

"It looks like he's got records for the next couple of months," Danny answered thoughtfully and pointed some more out. "But its going to take me a bit more work to figure it out," he added. He looked over at Steve and frowned at him. "What have you got in that Shelbourn file?"

Steve sighed and shook his head. "Nothing that pinpoints what or who it is," he told them darkly. "There's a lot of travel itineraries, so it makes me think Shelbourn is a person, but…" He shook his head. "I can't find anything to tell me who."

"How far back do the itineraries go?" Chin asked, and reached for his own file. "I've got something in here about property purchases, for the last twenty years."

Steve frowned and grabbed the sheets of paper he had been reading. "Twenty years," he growled and pointed it out. "Whoever it was left Hawaii twenty years ago, came back a few years later, for a while, and then left again. Looks like they spent some time in LA, San Diego, Virginia and Japan, if I've got the notes right."

Danny frowned again. "Isn't Coronado near San Diego?" he asked him thoughtfully. "When were you there?"

Steve nodded grimly. "When this person was there," he replied, knowing what he was getting at. "And it matches when Mary was in LA too."

"So whoever this Shelbourn is, seems to have been following you and Mary around," Chin commented, and quickly looked at the sheets Steve had been reading.

"Which is exactly what my Dad was trying to avoid when he sent us away," Steve stated and slumped back in his chair.

Danny laid a hand on his thigh and squeezed it gently for comfort. He was astounded at the extent of Joe's lies, and, therefore, betrayal of Steve, it made Jameson look like small fry compared. He just hoped Adam could get something out of White, anything that might allow them to finish this all off and give Steve some sort of closure.

Joe groaned and wondered, again, if he was either going to throw up his liver or crap it out. He had thought that whatever he had ingested was starting to wear off when he had been 'talking' to Adam, but he was obviously mistaken. He had not eaten or drank anything the Yakuza had offered him since, just slackening his thirst from the tap water, but, as he started to retch again, he was beginning to wonder if there wasn't anything in that too. He had nothing left to throw up, just bile, and he spat that out in the sink, washed it away with the tap water and then paused for a moment before he cupped his hands and used it to swill out his mouth. Even if there was something in the tap water he couldn't go for very long without it, and he had to give Adam some credit for that. He'd known violence wouldn't work, he'd tried and failed, so he had tried something else and, Joe had to admit partially succeeded. Telling Adam where his father was wasn't too much of an admission for the SEAL, but no way was he going to admit to any Yakuza what he was hiding from McGarrett. That was something he had to keep to himself, whatever they put him through. Noshimuri and Williams didn't understand it, he had killed to keep those secrets, and he wasn't going to start spilling now, just because of some vomit, diarrhoea and stomach cramps.

But he had to do something, so he stood straight again, used some more cold water to wash his face, and walked back into the main room.

"Better?" Adam asked him again, and again without trace of amusement.

"Hmmm," Joe replied and stood over him. "You're an arrogant asshole."

Adam laughed quietly. "And you're not?" he questioned. "It seems to me that you're so arrogant you thought everyone was taken in by your machinations," he added, not in the least bit intimidated by the guy standing over him. "If they were, you wouldn't be here."

"Hmmm," Joe commented again eloquently again. "I've got plans for that," he replied. "And you know they have plans for you, don't you?" he questioned him, putting the next part of his plan into motion. "You're Yakuza. You know, as soon as 5-0 get what they want from you, they're going to turn on you, too."

Adam studied him again. He was not stupid, 5-0 had been formed and within months his Dad had been arrested, his Uncle dead, the family business ruined, most of his father's high level personnel in prison too or scattered in the wind. Whatever he felt about it he knew Joe was right, it was only a matter of time before he was the centre of 5-0's attention even after this. He and Danny may have a truce at the moment, but only because of their mutual issues with this guy in front of him. "What have you got in mind?" Adam asked him curiously, wondering where this was going.

"All it'll take to get hold of your Dad is my phone," Joe told him as he backed up and returned to his spot on the bunk. "They've probably already found the number." And other things too, and Joe hated that fact, tried to curb the panic it encouraged in him. He had encrypted the files but had seen first hand Chin's tech genius so he wasn't optimistic that it had taken the guy long to break it.

"You said that already," Adam reminded him. "What else?"

Joe sighed. "I can give them enough bull to have Williams, McGarrett and the others out of your way for years," he told him darkly. "Well, McGarrett, Kelly and Kalakaua anyway," he added. "Williams I have other plans for."

Adam took in the look in his eye and figured out it wasn't a good thing he had in mind for the blonde. "Doing what?" he questioned him, curious again.

"The Yakuza aren't the only people using Hawaii as a stepping-stone into the US and Asia," Joe continued, warming to his subject. "I've got information about routes in and out, smugglers and their networks. I can feed them that, and persuade McGarrett to leave, with me. I have something he wants."

Adam frowned. "Enough to get him to follow your lead around the planet?" he asked him.

Joe nodded, enthused, and the other guy wondered whether he knew he was still under the influence. "I've got enough information to do it. I can get McGarrett out of Hawaii, leaving the others leaderless."

"And ready to be picked off?" Adam asked him. He knew White was angry with Danny, the threats he had spouted to him when he had dropped him off told him that. But he didn't think he had anything against the other two. Adam had met Kono through Kawika; he hadn't thought he wanted to do her damage.

White shrugged. "They might just fade into obscurity again," he replied uncaringly. "I don't really care. You want your Dad; I want Williams, and then McGarrett. All you've got to do is call Williams; I'll give them some bull, and we can both cash in."

Adam watched him thoughtfully for a few moments while he ran possible scenarios through his mind. His father was a killer, he knew that, he'd known that for a long time, and he had thought the only person who was more cold blooded than Hiro could be was Wo Fat. However, he may have been mistaken as he watched White and mused over what he had said – he was sitting in front of him contemplating the murder of a cop and someone he was supposed to work with. The unconcerned way he had spoken about Kelly and Kono being vulnerable surprised and concerned him. "I'll think about it," he told the older man, and got up, taking the few steps to the door. He banged on it with a fist and glanced back at the other guy who was watching him as the door opened.

Joe grinned and nodded, and Adam suppressed a shudder and slipped out of the room, pleased when his bodyguard quickly locked it up again behind him. "Your lawyer's here," the man told him as he handed Adam the key back. "Are you going to tell him about this?"

Adam shook his head. "And neither is anyone else," he said firmly. "Make sure."

The man nodded and followed him up the stairs. He didn't envy Adam, he thought to himself, stuck between his father's shark of a lawyer, Joe White, 5-0 or Wo Fat? He wouldn't want to be in that hard a place.

TBC