He sat at the large kitchen table, files and folders spread out in front of him. He was surrounded with cards, flowers and well wishes from friends and family. But it wasn't the cards that he was interested in. He needed to know more about what had happened. He refused to believe that it was an accident and he refused to believe his son could be involved with anything criminal that would lead to the death of a person. Yet here he was, Michael "Mac" Fowler, grieving the loss of his only son. He needed answers. The police had told him of the car accident but he didn't believe it for one second. Something felt wrong, he could feel it in his bones, in his long dried tears. His wife had always told him to follow his gut feeling, and now he needed to heed her words. He was just grateful she wasn't alive to feel the same pain as he was going through. In front of him was the police report and coroners report on the death of his son. He had died from head injuries related to the car hitting him. But it was the police report and the written statements from the officers involved that took his interest. He picked up an 8 by 5 photo and looked at it for what seemed liked hours. He wasn't going to rest until the truth came out. And it started with one man. Putting down the photo, Mac got up and walked away. Sat on top of the files and folders, the photo clearly showed an image of Commander Steve McGarrett.

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It had been a few days and Danny had given in to Steve, Chin and Kono's bugging him and he had taken a few days off. He still felt tender but his breathing had improved and the bruising around his ribs had surfaced on his skin and was slowly healing. Aside from being bored at home, Danny was keen to head back to work. The team were inundated with more cases and could really do with Danny's help. The case of the murdered club manager had taken a back step as no new information had been found. The Governor had urged the team to close the case, marking Fowler as the murdered, but Steve had refused. But other cases had been given to the team and Steve was actually grateful for Danny's return to work. Danny parked the camarro in its usual spot and walked up the pathway to the front of the building. Before he entered he turned and looked behind him. A figure was stood across the road, leaning against the wall. Danny had noticed as the man had watched him pull up to the parking lot and walk up to the building. Danny looked at him and realised he was still watching him. Maybe it was his police officer training, but it felt wrong. Still, he thought he was being paranoid and headed back to the front of the building. As he walked through the halls, the familiar voice of Steve could be heard ahead of him. Danny walked through the glass doors that led to the offices the team were using.

"Hey Danny man, good to see you back." Chin looked up from the table he was stood at, greeting his friend kindly.

"Not sure if its good to be back yet, will let you know at the end of the day." Danny smiled. He looked over to his office and saw the stack of papers on the side of his desk. "See no one felt like doing my paperwork for me."

"You think a few booboos on the ribs is going to get you out of paperwork. Not a chance." Chin reminded him.

"I can hope." Danny added. He looked over to Steve's office and saw his partner and best friend pacing the floor, his phone attached to his ear. "Is it a bad sign that he looks stressed?"

"He has been like that for days." Kono said walking up beside Danny. She approached Danny and the two greeted each other. "Nice to see you man."

"So who is he talking to?" Danny asked.

"The governor I think." Chin said. Danny gently nodded and walked over to the room. He quietly opened the door and poked his head in. Steve gestured for him to come in and take a seat. Danny gratefully accepted and settled into the nearby chair.

"Its not as easy as that governor and you know it. We go to a judge with the small amount of evidence we have, he will throw the case out in a second...The purpose of it, is to ensure his family have closure and the family of the accused. The family shouldn't have to live with the belief he killed someone when he might not have...my gut feeling? He could have done it. But we need to proof...We are working flat out on all current cases and Detective Williams is back on duty. I can ensure you nothing will be sacrificed...thank you." Steve ended his call and slumped down in his chair, letting his head fall in his hands.

"So are you and the governor playing nice?" Danny asked him.

"He wants me to drop the club manager case and use the evidence we have to close it."

"You think Fowler didn't do it?" Danny asked.

"He could have, but we have no solid proof. Why he ran? No idea, but we are assuming. We need the proof."

"Since when have you been so gung ho about having evidence and the correct information? You shoot first and ask questions later."

"Not anymore." Steve said quietly. Danny strained his ears, leaning into Steve.

"Excuse me." He said not sure he had heard his friend correctly. "What was that?"

"Nothing...so welcome back. How are you feeling?"

"A few twinges but its healing, just need to stay clear of you Mr Danger Magnet, and I am sure I will last the day."

"Not a chance, we got to go and interview the room mate of a girl found dead this morning."

"Well as long as you promise not to shoot the room mate, I am fine with it."

"Now would I do that?" Steve asked him. All he got from Danny was a glare, until Danny chimed in.

"Have you met you?" Was his reply.

"Ignoring that." Steve said. "Let's go." Danny followed behind Steve as they walked to the parking lot. Danny couldn't help but look up as he emerged outside. Something made him look around, the figure that had unsettled him earlier was still there. He appeared to be smoking and was watching the men as they walked towards the car. Danny kept an eye on him as he got to the car. Getting in, he didn't mention it to Steve. Steve pulled the car away and they headed off to talk to the room mate.