Chapter 06 - Case Closed.

"You lied to us Dominic." Violet glared across the room at him. He glared right back at her knowing he'd been caught. After arresting Dominic again, she and Steve had brought him back into the same interrogation room they had the day before. Now there was no way out for the drug dealer and he knew it.

"I didn't lie, I just didn't tell you everything." Dominic defended himself. He was a bit more confident than he had been yesterday.

"Well you should have, because now you're in a lot more trouble than you were yesterday." Steve spoke up. He moved to stand next to Violet. "You're facing charges for accessory to murder charges, being caught with drugs and a stolen firearm, that's only naming three."

When they had gone to question Dominic, he had been caught with a gun that had been reported stolen, a small bag of heroin, a small bag of weed and a small bag of cocaine despite telling them he didn't deal in cocaine because of his late sister. As he made another vain attempt at running away he had knocked Violet to the ground and started firing the gun towards them as they chased him. They both thanked god no civilians were hurt or died.

"Now Detective Greyson doesn't want to press charges for you knocking her to the floor, which is actually classed as assault on an officer." He informed Dominic. "But I don't think it would take much to convince her to press those charges."

"Those charges can add extra time to whatever sentence you'll be getting." Violet pointed out. Violet could tell if looks could kill, Dominic's just killed her many times over. "But you know what? We can make a deal. I won't press charges against you for assault if you tell us about Martin Scotts."

"I don't know anyone called Martin Scotts." Dominic frowned.

"I take that back, Mr Scotts would be stupid if he used his actual name since he managed to disappear three years ago." She said feigning stupidity. She opened the folder in her hands and pulled out a photo. She held it up in front of Dominic's face. His frown turned into a scared expression. The look on his face told Violet and Steve, he knew him. "By the look on your face, it seems like you do."

"He'll kill me if he finds out I'm here."

"You're a dead man walking then." Violet said unfazed. She acted like she didn't care. She didn't want to care. This man helped kill a good man that went down the wrong path, a man he claimed was a good friend of his, he openly shot at them and could have shot other innocent people in the process, he sold drugs to teenagers, beat up his own children before they were taken from him and their mother. He beat up the woman he 'dated' and men that didn't do as he said. He was a danger to society and deserved what he got.

"I'll tell you everything if you give me some kind of protection from him." Dominic begged.

'You don't deserve it.' She thought to herself. But she knew he wasn't going to talk without getting some sort of protection from Martin Scotts, especially if he had him this scared. She looked at Steve giving him a look telling him he can take over from here.

"We'll get you protection but if you lie to us, and I don't care how small the lie is, you can kiss that protection goodbye." Steve told him.

"Fair enough," Dominic sighed.

"Now start from the beginning. How did you meet Martin Scotts?" Steve asked him.

"He came to my house. I didn't know who he was. He introduced himself as Tony Madoa, told me he can offer me a lot of money if I helped him." Dominic started looking between Violet and Steve. "I told him it depends on what he wants help with. He said he was looking for an old friend, he had some unfinished business."

"Did he say what that unfinished business was?" Violet asked him.

"No, but I never thought it would involve murder." He sighed. "He asked me to arrange a meeting with Jeff at the warehouse I usually met him. He told me if Jeff knew that he was going to be there Jeff wouldn't come so I didn't tell him. As soon as Jeff arrived at the warehouse, Tony had his gun drawn on him."

"Jeff wasn't shot." Violet pointed out and Dominic shook his head like he was trying to remove images from his brain.

"When Jeff saw the gun he started tried to talk Tony…Martin," He quickly corrected himself this time. "…into putting it down and they could talk, like civil people. Before I knew it they were arguing. I have no clue what they were arguing about but it ended up with them throwing a few punches at each other. I wanted to get out of there as fast as I could but I wanted my money."

"So you stayed?" Steve asked. The drug dealer nodded.

"What happened next?" Violet asked.

"I didn't notice Martin had grabbed a pipe until the first hit. I tried to stop him before he killed him but he wouldn't listen. He didn't stop beating Jeff until he was unconscious, surrounded by his own blood, barely recognizable." Dominic looked down with sadness in his eyes. "Once Martin was done, he told me if I told anyone, if I went to the police, I would end up like Jeff if not worse."

"How much money did he offer you?" Anger was evident in Violet's voice. As far as she was concerned right now, Dominic had led his friend to a horrible death, whether he knew it or not. He ratted a man he was meant to be friends with, out for money.

"Half a million dollars." Dominic almost looked ashamed.

"You lead your friend to his death for five hundred thousand dollars?" Her voice was still angry.

"Detective, can we talk outside for a minute?" Steve asked her.

She nodded and followed him out of the room. She looked like she hadn't got much sleep or any at all and something seemed to be bothering her. He didn't want to ask her what it was, not knowing if it was the right time. He decided to leave it until later.

Once they were standing outside the interrogation room and the door had closed, Steve turned to her. "Take the rest of the day off, go home and get some rest before your parent's party."

She looked back at him unsure but the look he gave her told her there would be no arguing. But she still asked anyway. "Are you sure?"

He nodded. "Yeah. I'll get Danny to help me and Kono to go with Chin."

"Okay," she said. "Call me if you need me to come back."

"I will." He said and walked back into the interrogation room.

Violet left headquarters, walking out to her car. Once she got in she drove home and got into bed falling into a dreamless and much needed sleep.

-x-

Hearing her phone ringing, Violet groaned and quickly finished applying her red lipstick. She picked up her phone looking at the caller ID. Seeing it was her mom, she held her phone to her ear after hitting the answer button. "Hey Mom."

"You're late," Andrea, her mom, said unimpressed.

"I know, I'm sorry. I lost track of time," she apologized. Truth was that she'd woken up and hour ago. She didn't think she'd sleep as long as she did. The party was to start at 7PM and she was meant to be there early to help her parents greet everyone. It was now 7:12PM and she was still getting ready.

"You better get here before 7:30." Andrea told her. "You can't be later than that."

"Yes mother," she said sarcastically, rolling her eyes.

"Don't get sarcastic with me young lady." Andrea scolded her. Violet could tell she was frowning.

"Sorry," she muttered. "I'd love to continue talking but you want me there in 15 minutes and I have to finish getting ready."

"Alright sweetheart, see you soon." Andrea said before hanging up. Violet shook her head at her dear mother's impatience and continued to do her make-up and hair.

When she was ready, she made sure she had everything she needed in her clutch and left her apartment, making her way to her parent's party.

-x-

Steve was talking with a man he'd been introduced to by governor. The man wouldn't stop talking. Steve tried to think of an excuse to get away from him but was having no luck.

That was until he saw Violet walk through the front doors. She wore a floor length deep purple halter neck dress that clung to her every curve. Her hair was down in loose curls. Her face wasn't cakes in make-up. She wore a little eyeliner and eye-shadow that matched her dress. Her plump lips were painted a deep red, almost a burgundy color. They looked extremely inviting.

He smiled watching her greet people with friendly smile. Her eyes held a different expression to her face. He could see she seemed a little uncomfortable. She'd made it clear to him yesterday that she wasn't fond of these parties.

"I see she's caught your attention to," he heard the man next to him say. It was the only thing he's said that had Steve interested.

"Who?" He asked playing dumb. He knew the man was talking about Violet.

"Violet Greyson." He said with a smirk. "She may not be supermodel material but she can still make men swoon as if she is a model."

"Just because she isn't supermodel material, as you put it, it doesn't mean she's any less beautiful." He said feeling slightly defensive about what the man said about his new co-worker. "And she has a personality to match. Now if you'll excuse me."

He walked away from the man leaving him standing there slightly stunned.

When Steve made his way over to Violet, she looked extremely uncomfortable standing at the end of the staircase. A man and who Steve guessed to be the man's wife couldn't seem to take the hint that she wasn't interested in what they had to say about their latest vacation.

Clearing his throat he got their attention, the man and his wife stopped talking and frowned at him, while Violet seemed surprised to see him.

"I hope you don't mind if I steal Miss Greyson for a little while."

"Not at all," the man said but didn't look happy about the interruption.

Steve smiled and held his arm out to Violet. She looped her arm with his and let him lead her into a room where a bar was set up.

"Thanks for that." She said as they went to stand at the bar. She looked him up and down as he stood in next to her, facing her. He looked very good in a suit, irresistible even. "You didn't tell me you were invited."

"Because I wasn't until today." He smiled. "Your mom dropped an invite off at work with a note apologising for the short notice."

"And she gave me a hard time for running late." She rolled her eyes. "Be careful of her, there will be an ulterior motive to why she invited you."

He laughed. "Maybe that ulterior motive is getting to know their daughter's new boss."

"She's already interrogated you then?" She joked.

He laughed again. "You could say that."

"I'd like to apologize for her invasive behavior and that she doesn't seem to know when to back off." She apologized slightly embarrassed.

"I noticed." He said looking slightly uncomfortable, ordering himself a drink. He asked if she wanted a drink but she declined his offer. He turned his attention back to her once he had his bottle of beer. "Your mom's just making sure I'm treating you fairly, being a good boss and all."

He didn't miss her posture slightly stiffen at what he said. It made him curious. She didn't seem her usual self today.

"Is everything okay?" He found himself asking. "You seemed a little distracted today."

"Yeah everything's fine," she told him. "It's just... I guess the case got to me more than I thought it would. Mr. Donaldson seemed like a good man, he just made a mistake, took the wrong road after losing everything he worked hard for. Losing everything wasn't even his fault."

"Bad things happening to great people happen more than we like to admit." He wanted to reassure her. "We all have cases that effect us more than others. If it wasn't for you finding what you did, we'd still be standing around that table scratching our heads."

Violet scoffed at that. "I'm sure you guys would have figured it out."

"We would of, but not as quick as you did." He smiled.

"Did Martin Scotts confess?" She asked.

He nodded. "Sung like a canary. Seemed proud of himself too."

Violet frowned. "I hope he gets what he deserves."

"Me too." He agreed. "Enough talk about work. Let's try and enjoy ourselves."

"You don't like these kinds of parties?" She asked with a small smirk.

"I'd rather be in the car listening to Danny giving me a speech about why pineapple doesn't belong on pizza." He said making her laugh. He smiled hearing that familiar sound that he'd come to enjoy.

"Violet, so great to see you actually here." A deep gruff voice came from behind Steve. He turned around seeing a man around his height who looked to be in his late fifties maybe early sixties. If it wasn't for his eyes, he wouldn't be able to tell this man is Violet's father. Their eyes were the exact same shade of blue.

"Good evening Daddy," she replied moving towards her father to greet him. "Have you met my boss, Lieutenant Commander Steve McGarrett?"

"I haven't." The older man smiled and held his hand out towards Steve. "Micheal Greyson, it's nice to finally meet you, Commander."

"It's nice to meet you Sir, please call me Steve," he smiled shaking Micheal's hand.

"As long as you call me Mike. Sir is too formal." Micheal smiled. "I hope you don't mind me asking but you're John McGarrett's boy, aren't you?"

"Yes, Sir... Mike." He quickly corrected himself. He was use to using formalities with high ranking people.

"I'm sorry for your loss. John was a great man."

"Thank you." Steve smiled sadly, his father's death still a little raw. It wasn't really a surprise that his and Violet's father's paths would've crossed during their careers. John McGarrett was a top cop and Micheal is one of the two best district attorneys the island had to offer.

"I was looking for your mother when I saw you so I better go continue to look for her," Micheal said turning his attention back to his daughter. "I'm glad you did come, I know how much you hate these things. I'm not fond of them either but your mother is the Queen of throwing parties." He gave her a smile and wink before turning back to Steve. "It was great to meet you, now if you'll excuse me." He walked away leaving Steve and Violet alone.

"He seems nice." Steve said when the older Greyson was out of earshot.

"He's not as overbearing as Momma Greyson." She smiled. Steve returned her smile. He could tell she was a daddy's girl but not the type of daddy's girl that had everything handed to her. It was obvious she got a long with him better than with her mom. "He's more over-protective."

"So he didn't really come over to introduce himself," He joked.

"No," she said going along with it. "He was trying to sort you out. His little girl is standing with a man he doesn't know."

He laughed. "Shall we go mingle?"

"Might as well." She shrugged. He placed his empty glass on the bar and held is arm out towards her again. She looped her arm around his and led the way around the large mansion of a house.