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I Win.

The bell that went off when the lift doors opened was really loud, and broke through my reverie, imagining lying on the beach, bathed in the sunlight that someone had blocked out of the room with-
"Stupid blinds!" I ran across the room and pulled them open, one window at a time.
"Someone's had a good morning," Danny sidled towards me with a cup of coffee, and I accepted gratefully, both of us smiling and basking in the glow of the sunlight that now streamed through unhindered, except for a shape that hurtled through my field of vision, blocking out the sun for a split second before continuing downwards, clothes whipping through the air until it hit the ground. I opened the window, looking down at what-who- it was. Then I whipped around, staring at the shocked faces of Chin and Kono and hearing the screams of the people outside.
"Guys-"

(Cue theme music)

I bolted into the stairwell with Chin.
"I'll go check if there's someone on the roof." I heard Chin's voice bark through the air behind me.
"I'll see if he's already scarpered." Chin ran upstairs and I ran down, hearing Danny follow me.
"I'll see if he took the elevator, Kono'll go keep people away from the crime scene." Danny was already breathless as we hurtled down.
"It's not a crime scene you, he might have jumped," I was taking the steps two at a time.
"Off the roof of a police station?"
"Well who would murder someone at a police station?"
We stopped, looking at each other.
"A policeman." Danny said grimly. We stood there in silence, until I patted his shoulder, motioning onwards.
"Come on, let's go."

We reached the bottom of the stairwell without meeting anybody, so we went to join Kono at the crime scene.
"Hey," McGarrett tapped me on the shoulder. He face was tense.
"Hey." I sighed, looking around for anyone who looked suspicious.
"This was definitely a homicide, if he had jumped, he wouldn't have screamed." He looked around at the bystanders, then back at me "And there wouldn't have been someone else up there." He added as an afterthought.
"You saw?" He nodded grimly, running a hand through his hair that was getting a little long.
"I heard him as I was about to go inside. He was screaming bloody murder before the other guy pushed him."
"You get a good enough look at the perp?" McGarrett shook his head.
"About as tall as the vic, medium build, other than that, I don't know. He was only up there for a few seconds, and the guy didn't lean over the edge."
"Chin's up there now." We both looked up towards the roof. "He wasn't in the stairwell, and he didn't take the elevator." McGarrett looked at me quizzically.
"Quick thinking for an FBI." He smiled, but then it died away. "It just doesn't make any sense. Who would throw someone off the roof of a police station? You wouldn't want to get caught, why do it where there are tons of officers right there?"
"Unless you were making a statement. We need to find out who he is." Danny came out, followed by Chin.
"No one on the roof, just a cigarette butt. I got the forensics team to bag it and dust down for fingerprints, maybe there's something. But other than that, there's nothing up there." Chin spoke with bewilderment.
"McGarrett saw him get pushed." Chin's eyebrows furrowed.
"I was too far away to see any details, but there were definitely two figures on that roof. And the guy was screaming like hell. This was homicide."
"Steve!" We all turned with McGarrett as he was called over by Max. He knelt over the body, swabbing something off its face. Kono was also there, taking a picture for identification.
"Unbelievable, right? Last time someone was pushed off HPD roof was in 1987, with the great surge of-"
"Max. What have you got? You already know this is a homicide."
"Only because no one jumps off a police station." Max opened the victim's tightly clenched fist, revealing the places where his fingernails broke the skin of his palm.
"He was tense alright, and, look what I found on his face," He moved up the body, motioning to his wet cheeks.
"He was crying." I whispered. McGarrett looked over at me, like he was about to but his arm around my shoulders and comfort me, but I quickly shot him a 'come on, I'm a professional' look and he backed off.
"On the nail." Max smiled up at me.
"Anything else, Max? Evidence?" Danny said.
"I'll do the official autopsy in a few hours; the coroner's van is finally here. I'll call if I find anything definitive." Max packed up his kit and brushed off his lab coat as Kono came closer, holding her laptop.
"OK, so I got an ID on the victim, his name's Kenny Garcia, 34 years old, Local. But get this: He was with the gang that runs in an area not too far from here, but he was busted with heroin a year and a half ago."
"And he went to jail? Is this an escapee? Oh, gawd, do you know the media shitstorm that is going to occur? Generally, convicts are supposed to stay convicts, in their nice comfy little convict jails, not escape and then get murdered at a police station. Only in Hawaii would this happen. Only in Hawaii, the land of pineapples that go in pina coladas, and sand, and sunburn. Now in Jersey, we have a little thing that we like to call common sense-"
"Danno, stop shouting." McGarrett's husk broke into the rant that was now getting epic.
"I'm not shouting!"
"Stop shouting." Danny fell silent.
"He wasn't sent to jail." We all turned to Kono. "He was hired as a PI."
Danny looked at her, with nothing to say but a lame "Oh."

Back in the office, we were compiling all of the records of the members of Kenny's gang, as well as all of the cases that Kenny was involved in.
"Here's a guy with an assault charge from last year, and he got in a bar fight with Kenny about three months ago," Danny held up a file with a mean looking guy on the front, then opened it. "Gerard Rodriguez." Everyone took their attention off their files and focused on Danny. He sighed as he closed the file, then noticed that we were looking at him, waiting for him to finish. "Oh- Never mind, Kenny pressed charges, he's in jail now."
We all sighed in defeat, then continued.
"OK, so the cop with the most interaction with Kenny was Detective Tom Hernandez. Should we go check him out?" Chin's spoke.
"Yeah," McGarrett replied, putting his file down. "But Hadley and I'll go, Chin. You stay here, OK? If this does have anything to do with him, it'll be IA's involvement." He motioned at me to follow him, and I grabbed my jacket.
"Let's go." He smiled at me, and we walked over to wait at the elevator.
"So what floor?" I asked, my finger poised over the up and down buttons.
"Four."
"...And we're on floor three."
"Yup." He looked like he was about to start laughing.
"...So we could wait for the elevator, or we could climb how many steps?"
"Sixteen."
"Oh." We both silently challenged the other to laugh, and it felt like I was about to explode, until finally,
"Fine, stairs it is." We turned into the stairwell, and I ran ahead until he pulled me back, saying,
"I didn't know it was a race, Hadley." I struggled out of his grasp, as he tried to get ahead of me, and wriggled away from him, wrenching open the stairwell door, laughing as he bolted through before me, and leant against the wall, catching his breath.
"Someone's competitive." I smirked at him as he doubled over, breathless with laughter.
"Well, it works," He said, in between stifling his laughter. "I win."
I scratched my head and walked away, past the cops that were staring at me, puzzled. McGarrett caught my arm as he caught up with me, and tugged me to the right, towards a desk that has a plaque on it. It read: Detective Hernandez. But there wasn't a detective Hernandez behind it.
"Excuse me?" Someone said behind me. A female officer who was about my height, but local, and with probing green eyes, raised her eyebrows. "Can I help you?"
"Yeah," I held out my hand. "Sam Hadley, 5-0," She took my hand nodding. "Do you know where Detective Hernandez is?"
"He just went out, but he'll be back in a while, you want me to call when he gets back?"
"Thank you." I smiled as McGarrett went behind Hernandez's desk and rested his hand on one of the desk drawer handles. "Steve!" He looked up, with an expression that resembled a puppy that had just been kicked, but I wasn't having any of it. "Come on," I raised my eyebrows at him, giving him a warning look. They already don't like 5-0, I thought out at him. He nodded sulkily, taking his hand off the handle. I turned back to the female officer, as she gave McGarrett a reproachful look, and then directed her attention to me.
"I'm Officer Rachel Wheeler, it's good to meet you," She smiled at me.
"Likewise."
"So, why do you need to talk to Tom?"
"That information is need to know." McGarrett interjected, only to be met with a roll of my eyes.
"Sorry!" He held up his hands in defeat. "Fiiiine, tell her."
"You've heard about the guy who got pushed off the roof an hour ago?" Officer Wheeler nodded, the edges of her eyes creasing a little. "That was Officer Hernandez's PI."
"I know. I talked to him a couple of times. Nice enough guy, actually. Made me wanna forget about why he was here, you know?" I nodded, looking around at McGarrett, who was now subtly sifting through the papers on Hernandez's desk.
"Well, we're gonna go," I pulled at McGarrett's arm, and he allowed me to tow him away from the desk as I smiled apologetically at Officer Wheeler.
"I'll call the moment he gets in." She smiled at me sympathetically, regarding McGarrett as one might regard a small child in an art museum. If only she knew what I went through every day, what with him tying people to the roof of his car, and using grenades to blast open doors.
McGarrett and I turned to leave, attracting the looks of a few officers who seemed to recognise him, and who were now staring mistrustfully at us.
"You know, if you had found anything in his desk, it wouldn't have counted for shit," I whispered into his ear as we made our way to the stairwell. "You need a warrant before you can just search through someone's desk."
"I know, I know." I hadn't noticed that I was still holding his arm, and an experimental flex of his bicep made me flush slightly, letting go quickly, and taking a step back. He grinned cheekily at me, shaking his head slowly in incredulity.
"What, Hadley? Did I catch you coming on to me?"
"No, I was steering you away from the adults who were worried you might break something." His smile widened, then disappeared completely as he took a small step forward, which in this confined space, crossed a lot of ground. I took another step back, but met only cold wall behind me. Oh God. He crossed the small space between us and rested his arm on the wall, above my head, cornering me and fixing me with a piercing stare.
"We're still good, right?" I was a little startled by the fact that he was talking, not trying to kiss me.

"R-right." He smiled a little again, edging his face forward, completely breaking into what little personal space I had left.
"What was that?"
"What was what?" I was determined not to stutter again, now I knew that he wasn't going to try anything.
"You stammered." He cocked his head to the right. I could feel his cool breath on my face. "Hadley, do I make you nervous?"
"Don't make me use my gun, McGarrett." Please, step back. Step back, step back, step back.
"You wouldn't." Of course I wouldn't.
"What makes you so sure?"
"Well, I can only think of one reason at present," he said, leaning backwards. I let out the breath that I didn't know I was holding in relief. Unfortunately, my relief was short lived, as he pushed his face towards mine once more, whispering: "You want me to kiss you."
"You want to kiss me?" I deadpanned.
"No, you want me to kiss you." He bit his lip.
"So you don't want to kiss me?"
"I never said that at all," His breath tickled my nose. He licked his lips, edging closer, and closer, until-

The door opened behind him and in a split second he was leaning against the opposite wall to me nonchalantly.

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