Chapter 10: A Good Game

Sherlock and John arrived by the dawning morn to the a beautifully painted Hawaiian sunrise, and their waiting escort. Chin Ho Kelly and Kono Kalakaua stood waiting at the gate with several members of HPD as John and Sherlock disembarked.

"This is Mycroft's doing," Sherlock said in a gruff and aggravated voice.

"You don't know that for certain," John whispered back as he stepped forward.

Chin followed suit and greeted the doctor.

"Detective Lieutenant Chin Ho Kelly, we spoke on the phone," Chin said as he shook hands with Sherlock, after John had initiated the meeting. "This is my cousin and partner, Officer Kono Kalakaua," he added.

"How progressive," Sherlock said and shook the lady's hand. "And are you the most competent of the lot?" He asked with a smirk that spoke to his humour.

"I like to think so, but in a man's world what do you think they use me for?" Kono replied with a wink and instantly Sherlock liked her.

"I'd like to see the crime scene, if you please," Sherlock said when the pleasantries were over.

"We have been instructed to take you there, but first our Commander would like to see you in the office for debriefing. He regrets not meeting you in person but he has a call scheduled with Mr. Mycroft Holmes this morning," Chin explained.

"Mycroft loves to meddle," Sherlock said but after a stomp on his foot by John they followed the Five-O pair obediently and in silence.

Sherlock and John were led into the high tech space that was the Five-O bullpen and were greeted by Danny and Toast, and the case spread out on all of the monitors around them. Steve was still on his phone in his office, but motioned with his hand for Danny to take on the duties of welcoming their guests. Sherlock scanned the room silently, taking in every detail and sizing up the two additional men before him.

"Detective Sergeant Daniel Williams, Sherlock Holmes," Chin made the introductions and was the first to break the unspoken silence of the space.

"It's a pleasure," Danny said without much conviction and then was introduced to John. "What's up, Doc?" He asked with a much more relaxed and calm demeanour.

"Quite the interesting interior design you've got going on in here," John said as he scanned the images on the monitor screens.

"Left side are the shipping container victims, right side are tattoos belonging to Mark Chambers," Toast piped up without actually looking up from his computer screen.

"And who is that?" Sherlock asked, intrigued, as he pointed at the man behind the computer.

"That's Toast. He's a hacker," Danny answered.

"Perhaps they do have a street network," John said with a smirk and caught the glare from Sherlock.

"I prefer technician in charge of recognizance and analytical support," Toast spoke to scold Danny.

"But you make us call you Toast," Danny countered.

"Touché!" Toast said and fell silent as Steve exited his office.

"What has my brother got to say?" Sherlock asked.

"He said to tell you to play nice," Steve smiled and reached to shake Sherlock's hand. "And that you are very good."

"Mycroft will watch out for you at every turn," John commented and then stepped toward Steve. "Captain John Watson, of the 5th Northumberland Fusiliers," he said and saluted.

"Lieutenant Commander Steve McGarrett, Navy SEAL," Steve returned the greeting.

"Neither of you serve anymore," Sherlock commented darkly.

"I serve every day," John snapped back as he looked to his friend.

"It never leaves you," Steve agreed.

"Especially when working with men like Sherlock Holmes, I warn you, tread lightly," John said to Steve.

"I've been warned by his brother," Steve laughed. "But frankly we'll take all the help we can get on this case."

"Ha," Sherlock laughed with derision and turned his attention back to the photographs of the evidence.

Danny and Steve exchanged a skeptically glance.

"I'd like to see the crime scene," Sherlock said for the second time since arriving. "To draw my own conclusions."

"Are you sure you don't want to settle in first and rest? You've been in the air for almost twenty-four hours," Danny asked.

"We're here to work. John slept on the plane, he'll be fine," Sherlock answered and turned toward the door. "Shall we?"

"The scene has been picked over but if you insist, we'll take you," Steve said. "Officially, and to appease the Governor of Hawaii, we should swear you in to make everything legitimate."

"Make it quick, I've already been held up long enough and the tattoos aren't going to tell you any more than that they belonged to the same gang," Sherlock added as he tapped a monitor and moved away.

"Well we already knew that," Danny said with a huff.

"Then you're doing a bang up job, Detective," Sherlock countered and carried on. "Take me to the crime scene and I'll find what you've missed."

"All right, let's go," Steve said as Danny threw up his hands in defeat. "Danny and I will go along with you."

"Are you sure that is wise?" Danny asked darkly. "I don't know how long you'll be able to play nice."

"You're funny, Danno, but we're going, besides if Mycroft wants me to watch his little brother like a hawk and if I have to, then so do you," Steve said with a smile. "Meanwhile, Chin, Kono and Toast, go ahead and solve the case before Mr. Holmes," He ordered. "He likes a good game and you have the head start."

"And so that is how you wish to do things, is it?" Sherlock asked and raised and eyebrow to Steve.

"Don't answer that as you usually would," Danny warned.

"I feel like this could get ugly very quickly," John said in an aside to Danny.

"It's already there," Danny sighed.

"Come, John," Sherlock huffed.

"The game, as you are so frequently quoted as saying, is on," Steve said as he interrupted Sherlock and set into motion the challenge of the day.

"I do not say that," Sherlock retorted haughtily. "John puts words into my mouth for his blog."

"No, I don't. You are just sore that Commander McGarrett beat you to the punch. I feel like I am truly going to enjoy my time in Hawaii," John said with a laugh and crossed his arms. "Play nice, Sherlock."

"You too, Steven," Danny warned.

"Are we to be glorified baby sitters?" John asked as Sherlock stormed out of the office and Steve followed quick on his heals.

"Every day that I have been a member of this task-force, that is what I have been," Danny sighed and motioned to John to follow.