A/N: You've all been so amazing with the comments on this story, thank you so much for posting them.

This isn't really a filler chapter, but it builds up to all the action in the next – so in a way it is.

Chapter 9: Immunity and Means.

Goldstein led Danny and Steve to his condo and disappeared inside. There was nothing suspicious as he went. He was confident, he carried a brief case, he waved to a neighbour. It seemed like he was oblivious to the surveillance team that had followed him.

Relief hit Danny as he leaned back in his chair and breathed deeply, and watched the front facade of the building.

It was a nice, white building with balconies filled with flowering pots and the shade of a row of towering palm trees. Nothing out of the normal. No reason to suspect anything out of the ordinary.

Moments later, however, Goldstein exited the apartment building once more, dressed differently, and got into a different vehicle and drove away.

"Why did we have to be right?" Danny asked with a shake of his head and pressed his phone to his ear, as Steve pulled out of the lot in pursuit once again. "Toast, it's a new vehicle now." Danny said as he grabbed a hold of the holy-shit-handle and Steve took a corner way too sharply.

"I think he's heading for Wahiawa." Steve stated loud enough to be heard. "He's now in a maroon Dodge Journey with a license plate that matches his other vehicle." he added as Danny held the phone out in front of him and held on for dear life with his other hand.

"Well at least now he's breaking the law and you can pull him over because that is not the vehicle registered to that plate number." Violet could be heard over the line.

"We're going to stay on him. Has Catherine gotten anything on the property?" Steve asked.

"A whole lot of suspicions but nothing conclusive. There is a possible heat signature but it's underground and weak." Toast explained.

"Shit!" Steve stated and slammed his hands down onto the steering wheel."

"All right, everyone keep calm. We're going to follow him for now - hopefully he'll lead us to Lydia. Get HPD out to Wahiawa to wait for our instructions. While you do that I want Kono and Violet on the apartment building we just left and his other vehicle. Kono, if you have to break in, do it!" Danny ordered as a mischievous grin spread across Steve's face. "If you get caught call Dennings and tell him what we know, but don't call him if you can help it. We don't want to get his hopes up."

"So this is what it means to have immunity and means? You can justify breaking and entering?" Violet asked and there was disgust and aggravation on her tone.

"Do you want to find Lydia or not?" Steve asked harshly.

"I do," Violet answered, "but just because he's in a vehicle with illegal plates, does not make him a murderer, nor does it give us probable cause to break into his house!"

"It's enough of a hunch for me!" Kono stated.

"Then break into that apartment complex and get me more evidence to go on, Kono!" Steve ordered.

"With pleasure," Kono answered and silence Violet once and for all.

5-0

After a quick stop at a hardware store - which made Steve even more suspicious - Goldstein drove right out to Wahiawa and the second location. The further he went the harder it got for Steve to follow him without giving away the stealth of their pursuit.

"The address is coming up on the left," Danny stated as he had retrieved his tablet and was following the rout they were taking.

"He's not turning in," Steve stated.

"Then I don't know where he's going!" Danny stated.

Continuing on in silence, and watching everything that passed them by for some clues as to where they were going, they followed the Journey for another half mile until Goldstein turned off onto an unmarked, overgrown, dirt road.

"Do you think he's made us?" Danny asked as Steve pulled over onto the side of the road and as stealthily as he could he watched down the narrow jungle pathway until Goldstein disappeared completely.

"I don't think so," Steve stated as he pressed his phone to his ear. "Hey Cat, I know this is asking a lot but we found a dirt road about a half mile off the address of the house in Wahiawa. It isn't on any of Danny's maps. Can you tell me anything about it? Interesting..."

Danny watched his partner as he listened to Steve's one sided conversation and watched as Steve got out of the car and moved around to the trunk.

"Thanks. Keep on us - I'm activating my own portable GPS device." Steve stated and ended the call.

"What do you think you're doing?" Danny asked with both hands on his hips.

"Letting you drive," Steve answered as he pulled - what Danny recognized as Steve's magic back pack of SEAL trick - out of the trunk.

"That's all I'm going to get?" Danny asked and threw his arms up.

"Just get back in the car!" Steve stated, walked around Danny, and climbed into the passenger seat.

"All right, now where to sir?" Danny asked sarcastically as he sat next to his partner and mimicked his ex-wife's accent.

"Head down the jungle trail. If it gets too rough for the Camaro I'll carry on - on foot." Steve explained as he rummaged through the bag at his feet.

"Is there anything else I should know?" Danny asked grumpily.

"This trail seems to line his property. Catherine seems to think he's back tracking back around but at the same time this used to be owned by the government. During World War Two there was a bunker and store house out here." Steve explained and pointed at the jungle.

"That would explain why the heat signature was so faint." Danny said with a slight tilt of his head.

"Not exactly - the bunker was demolished before the land was privatized and sold, but that doesn't mean that Goldstein hasn't found some remnant of the military past where he can commit his killings in relative silence and seclusion."

"So just to be clear, you're going to go all navy SEAL on this guy to prove a point?" Danny asked.

"You are too!" Steve stated. "I need my back-up!"

Danny sighed.

"And our HPD back-up are moving in on the property from the other side."

"That's just great, and what if we're wrong?"

"He's still breaking the law!" Steve winked.

"There is a very big difference between using an incorrect license plate on your second vehicle to commit insurance fraud and committing multiple murders." Danny yelled as branches scraped against the sides of his car.

"Do you honestly think I'm wrong on this? Because I wouldn't be going to these lengths if I wasn't certain that he was up to something."

"Oh he's up to something - there is no doubt about that - but what if it's not what we think it is?" Danny asked.

"I don't want to think like that. I want to believe that we might not be too late - that we might be able to save Lydia's life." Steve stated and then yelled for Danny to stop the car.