What's this one about?

First chapter and a half of a ridiculous fic. Ahaha...not sure what it says about me when I say this one wasn't even the craziest of my ideas. This one was the result of watching the Jurassic Park trilogy, plus Jurassic World.


"Holoholona Loko (Animal Inside)"

It had been a brilliant idea.

No, strike that. It had been a daring idea. Dangerous and exciting, sure to get them recognized for the rest of their lives by the world at large. There would be awards, interviews, books written, maybe even a movie or TV show produced. It was right within their grasp, it was so tangible.

"Mr. Cutting, what first tipped you and your team off?"

All it takes is some digging, is how he would answer the interviewer. That's all it really took. Though, no one ever listened to him at first because he was labeled a 'conspiracy theorist'. They weren't conspiracies if they were true, however!

And oh God, were they true.

"Where did you find such an incredible team, Mr. Cutting, to pull off this unbelievable feat?"

The internet.

He almost snorted aloud at that one. Where else would you find like-minded people who believed in the same things you did and were willing to gather together in the strangest meeting ever? Five other people, to be specific. All very talented in their own fields, most of them even being able to pass for normal in society. They had all believed him, all found the same information that he had.

"So all it took was a pilot, an environmentalist, two computer techs, and an animal behaviorist plus you, Mr. Cutting, as team leader to do this?"

Why yes, that was all it took. Sometimes less is more. A small group meant less possibilities that someone would betray them. It took that and months of planning. Factor in all the tracking and hacking that they had to do, and it seemed like a year's worth of work, but they had managed to do it four months, one week, and three days.

Four months of tedious research and surveillance. The computer techs filtered through online article after article, analyzed satellite and tourist photos, and finally set up the spy cams that they had gotten from Radio Shack. Through the grapevines at work both the environmentalist and the behaviorist narrowed down what exactly they were dealing with. The pilot looked at the more military and covert part of the op, detailing out weaknesses and chinks in their target's armor. And finally his job as team leader had been to scout their final destination. Somewhere isolated, somewhere compatible, somewhere hard to get to but not impossible.

They set the date after finalizing coordinates and whoosh! Off they went.

One week of converging on their target. The environmentalist had to drive down from Denver, the behaviorist caught a train from San Diego, the pilot took a short hop down from Billings, one computer tech chartered a plane from Mumbai, the other a bus from Salt Lake City, and he had to board a jet from Honolulu. But his hodge-podge team all made it to the same place.

Three days to get the job done. Too many details and plans and blown plans and plans made on the fly to count.

"Please Mr. Cutting, can you recount exactly what happened?"

What happened?

He blinked foggily as he came to a pause in what he was doing. What had happened, exactly?

Oh, yeah.

The op went perfectly, improvised plans and all. Perfect in the sense that no one died. As perfectly as one could expect in this particular kind of situation, anyway. It was the after party that hadn't quite been so spectacular. No cigar on that one.

The pilot and he were going to fly back to the nearest major city, which happened to be Honolulu, to get the newspapers and news stations on their story. The environmentalist, behaviorist, and one computer tech were going to stay behind and monitor everything from their hiding place. The other computer tech was keeping them under the radar from the mainland, making sure their movements weren't tracked or their radio signals weren't picked up by someone unwanted.

Somehow, someway, a team of people in black found them in their supposedly unfindable location before they could even get to their helicopter. They had full body armor. They had automatic weapons. A military helicopter. Strange emblems. Grenades. A real professional team of somethings or others. Ten pros against five conspiracy theorists? Not a fair fight.

But it wasn't the scary team dressed all in black that had done it. No. They hadn't started it.

One by one men disappeared.

In a surge of panic the vivid memory sent him scrabbling the rest of the way up the tree. His hands drug him into a fork in the branches where he wedged himself firmly, trembling like the leaves that shuddered in the pleasant late evening breeze. He watched the unseen hand of the wind send a ripple across the jungle treetops that sloped down the valley. Moonlight shimmered on them, scattering ribbons of diffuse light clear down to the shore where the ocean stretched away into nothingness for miles and miles on end.

It was almost calming. Very pretty, he thought. But nothing could beat his apartment back on Oahu, his old couch and surround sound TV. If he had been back at home at this time of night he would probably be duking it out with his downstairs neighbor on some video game. He couldn't remember. Was it his night to choose what game they played? Maybe it was Tyson's night. Yeah, Friday nights were definitely Tyson's nights. Neither of them had to go to work in the morning, though his friend had mentioned that he had a romantic getaway weekend planned with his girlfriend. How did that punk have a girlfriend while he didn't? He was the mastermind! He was the adventurer!

He was the mastermind. He was the adventurer. He was the one that had gotten himself and the others mixed up into this whirlwind. Really, it was more of a whirlpool than a whirlwind. Everything was going down very quickly, he thought as he tightened his sweaty fingers around the stick he had been carrying around for the better part of the day. He couldn't lose this stick. It was already sharpened to a fine point and his knife was laying somewhere in the dense undergrowth. He doubted he could make another one without it. Forget his surround sound, his wireless controller, and his stocked refrigerator. He would be happy with a flashlight or a handyman tool. Small comforts made a world of difference during this fiasco. That was something he hadn't thought about until yesterday.

Yesterday afternoon, the men had started to disappear one by one.

A man lost in the jungle. Another gone from the back of the pack. Orders ping-ponged around the men in black and before his meager team of five knew what was going on they were being herded back to the army looking helicopter the pros had rode in on.

One more man gone between here and there.

The helicopter was inoperable. Its control panel had been…decimated.

He shivered against the warm breeze and humid air. One by one they had disappeared. Except this morning when two men had screamed and then were dead. Ten pros against five conspiracy theorists wasn't a fair fight. This thing against ten pros and five conspiracy theorists? Shooting fish in a barrel.

"Mr. Cutting, why did you lead your friends into this death trap? Why did you get them all killed?"

He didn't know. He didn't know.

Quietly and all alone on this Godforsaken island, he sobbed himself into a light sleep.


New Chapter

Detective Danny Williams leaned back into his patio chair and watched the rain continue to delicately drizzle down from the safety of his awning. He was eternally grateful that the blinding Hawaiian sun was finally hidden behind big gray thunderheads. His pale eyes could take a rest from squinting today, though it was his day off and he wasn't planning to actually go out of his house much.

"Figures," Danny laughed quietly to himself as he reached over to the small round table and curled his fingers around his mug of coffee.

Sipping on his still hot coffee he mused about how Hawaii was the only place he had been where the temperature didn't drop when it rained, it just increased the humidity by a ridiculous percentage. Though it was barely even nine in the morning it was already well into the eighties. That's what had prompted him into just staying in his boxers and a t-shirt.

With a content sigh he pulled a strawberry from the yogurt he had been eating on. At his partner's and daughter's urging he had decided to try eating healthier, even going as far as swapping malasadas for yogurt with fresh fruit. Don't get him wrong, though, he just hadn't been out of his house that morning to get malasadas. That was still on his agenda for the day.

"Danno?"

Danny looked over his shoulder, swallowing down the last bits of strawberry.

Grace stood in the open sliding glass door, wiping sleep from her eyes with the heels of her hands. She was still in her night shirt and shorts. With a yawn and a stretch she stepped out onto the patio and glanced out at the backyard. The small flowers she had planted last week were dipping down, heavy with sparkling drops of rain. The neighbor's palm fronds funneled water into puddles in the grass and their own tree's leaves flicked droplets off in mild manner. She could even see a few small birds hiding under a bush with quiet chattering. Her lips quirked upwards in a smile.

"I like the rain," Grace said, earning a warm smile from her father.

"Me too, monkey," Danny set his coffee aside and patted his leg. "Have a seat with me."

Danny wrapped his arm around her waist as she settled onto his lap, leaning her head on his shoulder. He smiled gently. It was moments like these that made dealing with murderers and chasing thieves all week worth it. So long as he could have his daughter with him he would be happy.

"Did you have anything specific you wanted to do today?" Danny asked.

Grace hummed thoughtfully, pressing her clasped fists to her lips. "Well, it's really rainy so no beach."

"Definitely no beach," he agreed quickly. If it had been sunny and a hundred degrees he still wouldn't have wanted to go to the beach. Sand was such a pain to wash out of everywhere, whether it be the car or his swim shorts. A roll of thunder overhead struck out several other things that he didn't want to do in the first place. "And no hiking, fishing, or jogging. Or anything that involves being outside for the matter."

"We could go to the movies," Grace suggested.

"What's out?" he asked, mentally running through a list of the movies that had recently come out. Most of the movies he wanted to see weren't going to come out until later in the year.

"Iron Man 3 is out," she said. "One of my friends went and saw it and said it was good. Plus, Iron Man is cute."

"Cute? Cute? Who are you and what've you done with my innocent baby girl?" he questioned, part in mock fear and part real fear. Mostly real fear.

Grace gave him a bright grin. "I like superheroes. The entire Five-0 team is like the Avengers team."

"Really? Well then let me ask you this, monkey, which Avenger do you think I am?" Danny asked, holding back a chuckle that he had raised his girl right. She could do football and superheroes in pigtails and a cheerleader's uniform. Score one for Danny, zip for Rachel and Step Stan.

She pressed her lips into a firm line and braced her chin on her fist as she contemplated that question. "I don't know. Can we come back to you?"

"Sure. What about Chin?"

"Hawkeye, because he's quiet and smart and has good aim," she answered easily.

"I second that. What about Kono?"

"Come on, Danno. Definitely Black Widow because she's pretty and can kick some serious butt."

"You should tell her that sometime, monkey. I'm sure she'd love to hear you say that. Okay, here's the kicker. What about Steve?"

Grace stared off into the backyard, deep within her mind. "Captain America. He was in the military, he's smart and loyal, and he's strong."

"Okay," Danny smirked. He could see that. "Now the big question. Which Avenger is your father?"

"Iron Man," she said simply.

"Iron Man? He's reckless and arrogant and narcissistic," he objected.

"But he's loud, smart, handsome, and friends with Captain America, just like you," she summed up with a smile.

"Nice save, monkey. Well, maybe we can go see it tonight," he nodded. They could grab something to eat, go settle down in a dark theater, and just enjoy the weekend. Of course, enjoying the weekend is too easy. Some force in the universe must have a constant grudge against him, because his phone started to ring. His friend's smug smirk appeared on the screen. Great. He held it up to his ear, saying, "Steve, don't do this to me."

Grace rolled her eyes and gave a short exhale. She knew that her dad would do anything to stay at home with her, but he was committed to his job. And she loved him for it. Sure, it got kind of annoying when they made plans to go do something and then her uncle would call in and ask for Danny's help to go chase some 'dumb schmucks' is how her father put it. But he always told her he did his job to keep the island safe for her.

Only problem was, she couldn't go back to her mom's house this weekend. She had taken the baby to go see Step Stan in Las Vegas for a few days. Danny relayed as much to his partner.

"I have Grace this weekend and Rachel's out of town. What am I supposed to do? Babysitter? No, I will not leave my child with some high school student looking to make a quick buck," Danny glared at the phone, and Grace knew that Uncle Steve would easily feel the heat from it on the other end. His eyes softened and he glanced at her. "Catherine? Would she do that for me? Yeah, I'll be there in half an hour."

"Work?" Grace raised a brow.

"Where'd you pick that face up from? Your mom or Steve?" Danny snorted with a laugh. He tossed his phone back onto the table and pinched the bridge of his nose before letting his arm rest on the chair. "Would it be okay with you if you hung out with Catherine for the day while Steve and I chase down some dumb schmucks?"

"I guess," she shrugged, a bit bummed that their plans had gotten dashed so early on.

"Hey, don't you worry, monkey. I'll be back later and we can go see that movie. And if I'm too late tonight, we'll go see it tomorrow, okay?" Danny lifted her chin. "Plus, I think Catherine mentioned something about going to Itz."

"Itz? No way!" Grace leapt up. "I'm going to go get dressed."

Danny made a face as she raced away. Catherine was no doubt an awesome aunt, but he was extremely put out that he wasn't the one taking her to Itz or the movies. Just one of the perks of being a cog in the Governor's personal crime fighting machine. With a groan he stood up and made his way inside to get ready for a day, a Saturday, of work.

Dumb schmucks beware, they interrupted time with his daughter.


Lieutenant Commander Steve McGarrett watched the Camaro pull up into the parking lot from the window in his office. His partner darted from the driver's side up to the entrance of the Palace, holding a newspaper over his head in defense against the still drizzling rain. Once he lost visual he vacated his office and wandered towards the smart table where Lieutenant Chin Ho Kelly and Officer Kono Kalakaua stood, examining their most recent findings and organizing their next move.

"You better have a damn good reason for ordering me to work on a Saturday, McGarrett!" Danny's loud voice entered the room far before he did.

"How about a sighting of Clark and Gallagher? That a good enough reason?" Steve asked in an attempt to placate his partner's anger.

Danny stopped short, hands midair ready to start a rant. "You mean we finally got eyes on those two idiots? Please tell me FAA caught them trying to board a plane or Coast Guard rammed their boat."

"Rammed their boat?" Kono asked with a perked brow and a slightly amused tone.

"Those numbskulls shot me! Twice!" Danny tapped himself on the chest in indication of the bruises where his Kevlar vest had stopped the bullets from doing more damage. "Forgive me if I'm a little less than sympathetic with them. So yes, hopefully the Coast Guard rammed their boat and then sharks came in to harass them."

"Sorry, brah, Coast Guard didn't catch them and sharks didn't eat them," Chin shook his head.

"Oh no, no, no. I didn't say I wanted the sharks to eat them, just harass them. There's a big difference. One leaves them making a mess in their pants and terrified while the other leaves them dead. I want them terrified long before we get ahold of them, to soften them up, you know?" Danny waved a hand around. "Besides, if all the goods they stole weren't on the boat that sunk, dead men tell no tales."

"Well, at least we don't have to worry about that," Steve tapped a picture on the smart table, tossing it up to one of the hanging screens. "Our data sifter that Chin put out found a facial match to Clark on a photo sharing website. This picture was taken at 0500 hours this morning by a trawler coming back into port."

"They are on a boat," Danny leaned against the table. He zoomed in on the boat and glared at the sunglass covered face of Jerome Clark. That was the bastard that had shot him, twice, on their first encounter. "Gallagher must be below deck. Do we know where they're headed?"

"Fong cleaned up the picture and managed to get partial coordinates from the boat's control display," Kono gestured to the pixelated version in front of them. She typed a command onto the table and brought forth a map that showed the part of the ocean northwest of the island chain of Hawaii. Using her finger as a marker she drew a red circle in a small section of the map. "Those coordinates would wind up ending somewhere close to this general area."

"Close only counts in horseshoes and grenades," Steve muttered as he leaned down to examine the map closer. He rubbed the back of his neck and then straightened, crossing his arms over his chest and saying something under his breath.

"Sorry, what was that?" Danny cupped a hand around his ear, not exactly liking what he thought he heard.

"There're islands out there that aren't named or inhabited, but are all part of the Hawaiian Island Chain," Steve said slowly. "Maybe we should take a helicopter out there and see if there's an island that Clark and Gallagher are hiding on until things cool down."

"Your plan is to what? Just borrow a helicopter and go cruising around looking for an island?" Danny questioned. He gestured to the Navy man with a flick of his wrist. "You do hear yourself right?"

"SWAT has a chopper that can go on long hauls. We take a couple of SWAT officers out-"

"We? What do you mean we? You want me to get on a chopper with you and go out into the middle of the ocean? Do you know how many things on that list inspires fear in me?" Danny tossed a hand up in a halting motion.

Steve threw his hands up in the air. "Come on, Danny! If we find them, don't you want to be there to bring them in?"

"Do I want to risk getting shot again in order to throw their asses in prison? Not really," Danny shook his head and then grinned. "But I really want to a chance to shoot him."

"Revenge is a dish best served cold?" Kono asked with a raised brow.

"Do not take after me, young padawan, I have been around the Dark Force too long," Danny jerked a thumb at his partner who made a hurt face. "Cops don't seek revenge. They seek justice."

"And if they happen to coincide with each other, then that's just a fortunate blessing," Chin concluded, flashing a wise smile at them.


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