Two Weeks, that's how long they'd been searching for Kally Langley and her people but there had been no sightings of her anywhere on the island, or anywhere else for that matter. She was a ghost!
It was nearing 11 at night and Danny was the only one in the office, or so he thought.
He was going over all of the known aliases that she had acquired over the years, trying to see if she had used the name lately when he heard someone knock on his door. Looking up he saw that it was Kono, she was holding a takeout bag and a small smile.
"Figured you still be here and I'm betting that you haven't eaten since lunch, and that was only after I threatened to force feed you. So, I went to your favorite Chinese place and got you all of your favorites" setting the bag down she opened it up and took out container after container of food.
"Thanks, but I'm not hungry" he was about to pick up where he had left off but Kono gathered all the papers into her arms and walked out of his office, Danny ran after her.
"Kono, what the hell are you doing? I need those!"
Walking into her office she set the papers into a cabinet file and locked it, "no, what you need is food and more than two hours of sleep. After your done eating I'm taking you home and you're going straight to bed where you will sleep until those bags under your eyes are gone" grabbing his arm she dragged him back to his office and pushed him down into his seat, pushing a container of refried rice and a plastic fork in front of him.
Giving him a pointed look he picked up the fork and container and started to eat small mouthfuls of the food. Kono sat from the chair across from him, watching each mouthful he took.
"You're running yourself ragged Danny, you've been doing this for long enough. Everyone is concerned about your health...and your mental state..." Danny stopped eating at the words 'mental state', putting the food down a dark look crossed his face.
Kono could feel a chill in the air and she knew that a tsunami was on the way.
"My mental state? And what exactly are people saying about my mental state?" he looked at her with dark calculating eyes.
"All I meant was that you haven't been acting like yourself ever since Steve-ever since that day" she looked down at her lap, still feeling the penetrating eyes of Danny.
"No one has been the same since Steve died, and how the hell do you expect me to act? The man that I loved is dead, he was taken away from me! And now some fucking bitch! Is going around hurting people to send some message to him!" getting up from his chair he stormed out of his office, headed towards the stairs, Kono hurried after him a second later, she was a little thrown off by Danny's revelation.
Taking the stairs two at a time Danny was quickly striding through the lobby to the exit, Kono right on his heels.
"Danny where are you going?"
"Nowhere that concerns you, my phone will be off so don't even bother trying to call or trace my location" he dug his keys out and unlocked his car, getting inside, he wheeled out of the lot before Kono could get another word in and she cursed.
Getting her phone out she speed dialed Danny but it went straight to voicemail, "Danny listen to me, whatever your thinking about doing, don't! Just please, please call me back and tell me where you are" ending the message she speed dialed Chin.
"What up cuz?'
"Chin I think Danny is going to do something really stupid!" she was heading back inside HQ, it was too late to try and chase after Danny, he was too far gone by now.
At this Chin got up from his couch and grabbed his keys and badge off the coffee table, "Kono what are you talking about? What's Danny going to do?" he headed out the door and stood beside his bike, he couldn't ride while on the phone so he was waiting until he got some more information from his cousin.
"I don't know Chin, we were sitting in his office and I was making sure that he was eating something when I brought up our concerns about his behavior and I let it slip that we were concerned about his...mental state" she took the elevator back up and waited until the door opened then stepped out to the office.
That was bad, Danny was a hothead and hearing that would definitely set him off.
"Okay, I'm on my way back we can trace his cell-"
"We can't, Danny told me that he's turning his phone off and that we shouldn't try to contact him or trace him. Chin, what if he...what if he does something" she was now in front of the smart table and tears were gathering in her eyes.
The same worry was nagging away at Chin as well but he couldn't add to Kono's fear, "don't worry Kono, nothing bad is going to happen to him. I'll see you in a few"
"yeah, see ya"
Setting the phone down she placed her palms on the edge of the table and put all her weight forward, "please Danny, think about what you'll be leaving behind"
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The sun had come up hours ago and he had been driving aimlessly until finally Danny parked the car but didn't get out, his hands were still clenching the steering wheel and his eyes were bloodshot.
Taking both hands off the wheel he dug the heels of his palms against his eye sockets, a tension headache searing behind his eyes. Lowering his hands he leaned back in his seat and took a deep shaky breath, releasing it up at the ceiling.
Tapping his hand on his thigh, he tried to get the courage to get out of the car and do what he needed to do. Looking at the picture of Grace on his visor he focused on her smiling face and after a few more leg taps he finally got out of the car and started in the direction he needed to go.
Walking along the grass he could see that there were some other people here as well, Some were carrying flowers, other leis and the other few were simply there for maintenance.
When he reached the spot he stopped and looked down at the white tombstone beneath him.
Steven Jack McGarrett
Beloved friend son and brother
August 24th 1976-May 10 2012
Kono and Chin didn't know it but he had driven up here several times over the last month but he had never gotten up the courage to actually go and see the grave. He honestly didn't know why he didn't come sooner, maybe it was because by seeing the grave it would make it all that much realer or it could be that the thought of a simple stone being the only indicator that Steve had even existed made him sick to his stomach. Steve wasn't down there, it was just a stone on sitting on the grass, he had been cremated instantly the day the bomb went off.
A psychiatrist and his friends included would argue that Steve lived on through his friends, that comment made him want to laugh, Steve was dead! Simply talking about him wouldn't make him 'live on' all the stories they would share are of the past, he's not living on, he's remaining in the past.
"I know we haven't talked in a while, not since that day on the mountain but a lot of...stuff has been going on and I haven't been dealing all that well with it. When we last talked I promised that I was going to let you go, but I broke that promise because I can't stop thinking about you and this case is all wrapped up with you. Only you would have someone sending you a message even after you died, because you can't very well stop making my life hell the moment your pulse stops, where would be the fun in that?"
Running a hand through his hair crossed his arms, taking a moment to get some control back.
"The worst part about all this is that I have to keep going, I can't take the easy way out! I love Grace, she's my whole world, and I care about Chin and Kono but sometimes their love isn't enough, sometimes my gun looks really tempting but I can't leave Grace, she needs her Danno and Chin and Kono have all ready lost one friend, they don't deserve to lose another" a small wind had picked up and gathered the smells of the different flowers to waft by, creating a tropical scent.
"Oh yeah, by the way, apparently my sanity has come into question by Kono and Chin, well Kono's words were 'mental health' but I'm sure she was just trying to be nice that or not wanting to set me off!"
" I don't really know what I'm trying to say here, when it comes to you my thoughts are never clear...maybe I need some healing, pain that I can endure and remember without being put on suicide watch..." an image of Steve's smiling face and perfectly muscled tattoos adorned with beautiful tattoos flashed in his head and a small trickle of tears escaped his eyes.
Wiping the tears away he kneeled down, ignoring the protest from his bad knee. "I'll come see you more often, I promise. I love you Steve, and I'm never going to let myself forget you" getting up he walked away back towards his car.
Out of the shadows emerged Mary McGarrett, pained filled eyes clouding her face and an aching feeling in her heart. Stepping over to the site she kneeled down in front of the tombstone, running a hand over the inscriptions.
"I never should have helped you, what we did only made things worse. Wherever you are I hope that your safe, cause if you're not I need you to contact me somehow and let me help you, let me help you for a change" laying the red rose down she stood up and took one last look at the stone,
"Good luck big bro, I love you"
Following in Danny's footsteps she walked to her own vehicle, headed back to her rental home to pack, nothing was here for her anymore, she needed a fresh start and Oahu was only filled with painful memories.
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When the guards came into his cell for a third time that day he didn't even blink, whatever Leader had in store for him next was out of his hands. Being dragged through the slim pathway he looked up at the dank ceiling, his eyes dull and lifeless.
He was giving up.
There was no saving him.
Time held no meaning to him anymore, torture and grueling pain filled his days now. His body was one giant bruise and the little medical treatment he received was hardly making a dent in the abuse that his body had endured. He wondered what they were going to do to him next.
They once again entered the 'fun room' only this time Steve could tell that torture was not on the agenda. Standing along the walls were the Elders, each with their hoods up, hiding their faces, Leader was in the room as well.
Dragged and dropped in the center of the room he was chained down and left kneeling, the guards walking over to the corner next to the door.
Leader stepped down and stood behind Steve, placing his hand on his right shoulder in a non-too gentle grip.
"I bring before you Steven Jack McGarrett, the Rogue, who abandoned our people and cost us a powerful ally. My people have been in the process of reprogramming him and the results are very pleasing. Soon he will do our every whim and obey and respect us once more"
One of the Elders stepped forward and lowered his hood, revealing a wrinkled old face with no hair and cold dark eyes. He walked down to Steve and stood before him, looking him over. Steve kept his head down, avoiding all eye contact, not out of defiance, simply out of tiredness.
Steve was forced to look at him when the Elder lifted his chin up and gazed into his eyes, seeming to be looking for something. He must have found it because a smile graced his features.
Releasing his chin he walked around Steve, looking him over and occasionally feeling the muscles in his arms and back. By this point Leader had stepped aside and was waiting for the Elder to finish his examination.
Coming back to stand in front of him the Elder spoke, "yes, I do believe there is use for him, much use indeed!" stepping over to Leader they spoke in hushed tones, too quiet for Steve to hear which he assumed was the point.
The Elder walked away to another hidden door in the room, the other Elders followed after him, leaving Steve alone with Leader and the three guards.
"Well Steven it would seem that your reprogramming has taken a different direction, the Head Elder has requested that your original purpose be brought back to light. You will be offered to Kally Langley, Leader of the Ni'ahua clan, to unite our two clans and become even more powerful" to show how truly despondent Steve was he didn't even flinch when Leader ran a snaky hand down his chin.
Giving instructions to his men Steve was soon being taken away, only this time he wasn't brought back to his cell, they went straight past it and up to a metal door that led them into a small room that contained only a metal table, an old shower and a row of lockers.
Steve was taken over to the table and forced to lay down, his arms, midsection and legs were strapped down. He heard them moving around and was startled when a black bag was dropped into his line of vision.
The bag was unzipped and one of the guards instructed the one nearest to him to hold his head down and in place. The guard took a scalpel, a pair of tweezers and a small red velvet bag out and walked over to him. Putting the bag down the guard brought the scalpel to the area just above his right pec. and made a small incision. Steve's body started to tremble from the pain so another guard held his shoulders down, ceasing all movement.
When the incision was deep enough the scalpel was put down and the bag was picked up, the guard carefully took what looked like a small metal thing, that resembled a pill capsule, he carefully twisted the top with his fingers until a little light on the side turned green.
Using the tweezers he pushed the capsule deep into the opening then used the needle and thread that was handed to him by a guard to sew the incision up.
After sewing he walked back over to the bag and retrieved a small medical kit. Taking out a tube of antiseptic he smeared some onto the stitches then placed a piece of gauze over it and kept it down with medical tape.
The door to the room opened again and Leader walked in, in his hands was a clean pair of black hospital scrubs. He set the clothing on the table and took a moment to look Steve over.
"What my men have just put in you is a government tracking unit that we have personally modified to release a deadly amount of cyanide into your body and kill you in two minutes flat if you even attempt to remove it" walking over to the shower Leader turned the water on then walked back over to the table.
"Un-strap him and bring him under the water, he's far too dirty to be presented to Kally yet" doing as they were told the un-strapped him and brought him under the freezing water. The sudden chill of the water made him gasp and incidentally swallow some of the water causing him to choke.
It seemed Leader had come prepared because next thing he knows there is soap in his hair and soap being lathered all over his upper body, his trashed cargos covering his lower section, which he was grateful for, until Leader unzipped them and tugged them, along with his boxers down to his ankles.
He wanted to recoil in disgust as Leader touched his most private area but he was held in place as Leader used his hands to scrub soap all over his body.
Bile rose when he felt the unmistakable feeling of lips against his inner thigh and was thankful when they left and the suds were washed from his body.
"I believe that is as clean as we are going to get you" the guards took him away from the water and Leader turned the water off then followed them back to the table.
A towel was produced and Leader took his time drying him off, paying special attention to his arms and chest. Once he was dry enough he was told to put on the scrubs, when he was dressed he was escorted out of the room and down another hallway.
Coming into view he saw that they were approaching a large brass door and he could hear voices coming from the other side. The door was pushed open and he was forced inside.
The room was enormous, a long mahogany table was the main focus of the room and there were also various desks with computers that had people working on them, they're faces pinched in concentration. Hanging a few feet away from the table was a large screen with a monitor that was attached at the top of the screen.
He was led forward and forced to kneel in front of the screen.
"Now that our guest of honor is here we can begin, turn on the monitor" a monitor was turned on and Kally Langley appeared on the screen, when she saw him a cold smile spread across her face.
"Well isn't this a lovely surprise, how are you my darling?" she purred, her eyes admiring his rippling muscles.
Head Elder stood and addressed her, "we offer Steven as a gift to you in hopes that our two clans will unite and become even more powerful"
Kally mulled over his proposition, the room becoming eerily quiet until she spoke, "remove his shirt"
His shirt was forcibly removed and his upper torso was exposed, a sudden chill went deep into his bones at the exposure of skin to cold air.
Her eyes lit up at the revealed muscles and the inked skin, "yes, I will accept your gift and unite our clans but I want to be assured that he will not be able to escape"
Leader stepped forward, "there is no need to worry, we have placed a tracking device under his skin that will allow you to locate him anywhere in the world and in case he does try to escape and you wish to punish him a lethal dose of cyanide can be released and killed him in less than two minutes" he held up a small remote controlled monitor that had a flashing red dot, the dot being Steve.
She was impressed at their work, "excellent, I will grant you entrance to Ni'ahua to deliver him to me personally by noon tomorrow. I look forward to our union" the screen went black and the room was once again silent.
"Take him back to his cell and retrieve him on my say" Leader left the room and a few moments later Steve and the three guards followed.
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Entering the small shop Danny could hear the buzzing of the equipment in the backroom along with the conversations. His entrance rang the bell hanging from the door and a well tattooed man emerged from the back room and walked behind the counter.
"What can I do for you?"
Danny stepped up to the counter, "I'm looking to get a tattoo" out of curiosity Danny gave a quick glance to the showing tattoos traveling down his arms and some of them peeking out from his collar.
"How much you willing to pay and where do you want it?"
Without hesitation Danny answered, "no price is too much and I want it over my heart, a Celtic Endless Knot and I'd like it if you could incorporate a dove into the design" he had thought long and hard about this and the meaning of the tattoo was the message he wanted, he would always love Steve, no matter what.
The guy nodded his head and flipped open a sketch book, "I'll draw something up for you, shouldn't take me more than an hour, just leave me your number and I'll call you when it's ready" pushing a pad of paper towards him, Danny picked up a pen and wrote down his information then left the shop, slowly walking over to a coffee shop to get something to drink.
He walked into the shop and up to the counter where he ordered a black coffee with no sugar, creamer or milk. Alcohol was not a good idea for him right now, even though it would help momentarily numb the pain he would have to drink constantly and there was no way that he was going to become an alcoholic.
The barista made his order and placed the insulated styra-foam cup onto the counter, "3.25" getting his wallet out he gave her the money, picked up his drink and walked over to the table in the back of the shop.
So that he could hear it, he took the phone out of his pocket and put it on the table. Telling Kono that his phone would be off wasn't completely true, he only planned to have it turned off while he was at the cemetery but now he didn't care if anyone called him or tracked him, he was simply getting a cup of coffee while waiting for the tattoo artist to call him.
His decision to get a tattoo wasn't decided on a whim; he had always been fascinated and awed by the many tattoos he had seen, especially Steve's. The first time he saw Steve's tattoos he could barely control himself from reaching out and running his fingers across the patterns; but when he could finally touch, kiss and mark Steve he was proud to say that he took full advantage in the brief time they were given.
The Celtic Endless Knot and dove came to him when he was working a case back in Jersey. The 23 year old daughter of a palm reader, Jessica Smith, had been found murdered in her tiny one-bedroom apartment. No evidence of who had committed the crime had been found and the suspect list was too far and wide to figure out a pattern.
Having only been a detective for a little over three weeks when the case had landed on his desk he was still eager to impress. No one wanted to take it because of the overwhelming pool of suspects and as sick as it was, no one cared. To them she was just a junkie who lived in shitty conditions and got what was coming to her. Danny didn't think that way, she was someone's daughter, a human being who deserved the same treatment as everyone else, she didn't deserve to die that way, no one did. She may have had a drug problem but that doesn't give people, especially law enforcement, the right to treat her like trash.
He had gone to the mother's shop to ask her some questions about her daughter. When he entered the shop a chime sung his entrance alerting the shopkeeper to his presence. The beaded curtain parted and a woman in her mid-fifties appeared wearing a floral dress with a brown belt and shoes, her hair was up in a bun and she looked like she had not slept in a couple of days.
"Ms. Smith, I'm Detective Danny Williams with the Newark PD. I was hoping that I could ask you some questions about your daughter?"
She looked at him for a second, "yes, of course, we can talk in my reading room" she walked back through the curtain and Danny followed.
The room wasn't what he was expecting, there were no charms hanging on the walls or ceiling, no moon patterned tablecloth with a crystal ball or a flashing neon palm hanging on the wall; instead there was a simple round wooden table with two wooden chairs, a bookcase with a large collection of books, Tarot cards were placed in front of the reader's chair and a dying light hung above the table.
Sitting down Danny got his notepad out and a pen, "I know you've all ready gone through all these questions but since I'm taking over the case I'd like to go through them again to the best of your ability?"
She nodded and wiped a tear from her eye, "I understand, I just want whoever did this caught before he does this to another family"
Flipping the pad open he poised the pen over the line "when was the last time you saw your daughter?"
"Last Monday around noon, we went to lunch together at Antonio's Pizzeria, it was her favorite" her voice cracked and more tears fell. Danny took out the travel size package of tissues and handed them to her; he made sure to have some on him whenever he went to these kinds of calls.
"Thank you" she opened the package and took out a tissue to wipe her eyes with.
"I know this is difficult, I can only imagine how you must be feeling but anything you can give me could help me in catching whoever did this" he wanted to promise her that he would catch the murderer but in a case like this that possibility wasn't very high, but he wasn't going to tell her that.
Crushing the tissue in her hand she continued, "after lunch we came back here, I sometimes had her working the cash register whenever my usual cashier was sick, we had a few customers come in for a reading but there was one man who didn't feel right to me. He kept looking at Jessica in this uncomfortable way"
"Did Jessica know this man?"
"I can't be too sure, all I can tell you is that she didn't like the attention, she was uncomfortable, almost scared so maybe she did know him, owe him money or something, I just can't be sure. While I was doing the reading he didn't seem too interested, he kept looking behind him, looking at her. When the session was over he paid in cash then left"
Danny wrote the information down then looked back up, "can you describe this man?"
She nodded, "I can do better than that, a few months ago my shop was robbed, all the cash from the register stolen and window was broken, they never caught who did it so I put in security cameras. The monitors are this way" standing up she walked back through the curtain and to the door behind the cash register.
Following her they entered into a small, cramped room that had three televisions hooked up to the security cameras that showed the outside of the shop, the main room of the shop and the reading room.
"The tape for that day should be right...here!" picking up a tape labeled July 3rd 2003. She put the tape in the VCR and hit play.
She fast forwarded until she stopped it when a man entered the shop, "this is him" they watched as the man looked at Jessica then entered the reading room, the tape switched to the feed inside the reading room and they watched as the man continued to give glances back at Jessica who was clearly uncomfortable with the attention.
"Did the man give you a name?"
"No, I did ask but he told me that he would rather remain nameless, his excuse was that he didn't want anyone finding out that he had come here for a reading. I knew something was wrong but I didn't push him, do you think he did this? Do you think he killed my baby?" her voice cracked again and she got out another tissue, wiping her eyes.
Danny paused the tape when he got a good view of the man's face, "I'm going to need to take this tape for evidence, try to get a name to the face" she nodded and ejected the tape, handing it to him.
She walked him out of the room and just as he was getting ready to leave she stopped him, "thank you Detective, you're the only person who has shown true compassion for this case, I know a lot of other officers think this case if a lost cause, but not you, I thank you with all my heart"
He hadn't even solved the case yet and he was already receiving thanks, "you don't need to thank me, I'm just doing what all those other officers should have been doing. I'll be sure to keep in touch with any updates, and if you think of anything else please feel free to call me" he handed her his card with his name and number on it. She took it and gave him a watery smile.
"Good luck Detective"
After analyzing the tape he found out that the name of the man was Ethan Parkinson, a local drug dealer who had been in and out of prison since he was eighteen and a known accomplice of his was Jessica Smith.
It took two weeks to track Ethan down and when he did, after three hours in the interrogation room, he confessed to killing Jessica because he found out that she was going to sell him out to the cops in narcotics.
Ethan was looking to serve 20-25 years in prison with a chance of parole in 10 years, due to a plea bargain he was able to have his own cell in protective custody and placed in minimum security level.
After telling Ms. Smith the news she gave him a tearful hug and various praises and thanks, pulling back she didn't even bother trying to wipe her eyes.
"Thank you so much Danny, maybe now I can finally have some peace. There has to be a way I can thank you?"
He shook his head, "there's no need to-"
"please, at least let me give you a reading, on the house"
Danny didn't really believe in the supernatural but being nice he agreed and followed her into the backroom.
The two cards she pulled that Danny can remember best is the Celtic knot and the dove. She told them that together the cards mean that he will be forever united in love with a person he has yet to meat.
It took 9 years but her reading had finally come true.
His phone went off and it was the tattoo parlor, his tattoo design was ready.
Having hardly touched his coffee he picked up the now cold beverage and threw it away on his way out.
Entering the shop once again he met the same man waiting for him behind the counter, walking up to him he looked down at the design on the table.
The only word Danny could find to describe the design was beautiful, the Celtic knot was around the size of a small paperback book and the dove was designed to look like it was flying around the knot.
"Is this close to what you were picturing?"
"Yeah, it's perfect" Pleased with the design the shopkeeper gave him some release forms, once those were filled out he led him into the backroom and over to a chair in the back. Danny unbuttoned his shirt and laid it on the arm of the chair, the shopkeeper meanwhile washed his hands and his equipment, then pulling on a pair of gloves. then he began to work on going into the final stages to prep for the tattooing.
After three minutes passed the tattooing process finally began. Picking up the design he laid it down on the area over his heart, "use the mirror over there to make sure it's in the spot you want" Danny got up from the chair and walked over to the full length mirror. The design was perfectly placed above his heart and in no way tilted, it was perfect.
"I like it" walking back over to the chair he sat down and waited for the first of many pricks of the needle that would be digging deep into his skin.
The process finally started and Danny was surprised to find that he enjoyed the bite of the needle entering his skin, and here he thought he would be having a death grip on the arms of the chair.
It took five hours but the time was worth it. The tattoo was everything he wanted and more. The colors of the knot were black and blue, the detailing giving it a 3D look and the dove was too beautiful to describe.
A gauze band-aid was carefully placed over the tattoo and he was handed a piece of paper that told him how to take care of his new tattoo.
"That comes up to $450" Danny dug his wallet out and got his check book out, he had made sure to check that they accepted checks. The money he was using he had been saving up for a while, he was originally going to use the money to pay for a new engine for his car but luckily Chin had a cousin that was willing to do the job for only half of what it would have cost if he had gone to another mechanic.
Exiting the shop his phone suddenly went off , it was Kono, "hey Kono"
There was a sigh of relief on the other end, "finally! Danny where the hell are you? I've been at HQ for the past several years worrying out of my mind that something had happened to you"
"Don't worry, I'm fine, just needed to do a few things. I'm headed back to HQ now, I'll see you in a few" hanging up he pocketed his phone and walked back to his car.
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Walking into 5-0 HQ Danny was met with the concerned looks of Kono and Chin, when Kono went to hug him he stepped back, a hurt look came over her.
Chin noticed an orange paper sticking out of his shirt pocket and before Danny could stop him he had pulled the paper out and unfolded it,
"How to care for your tattoo? Whoa Brah, you actually got a tattoo?" Chin had always Danny as the kind of guy who would never ink his body up, but then again a lot of things had changed lately.
"Yeah, it's no big deal, listen are we any closer to getting on Ni'ahua yet?" brushing past them he walked over to the computer table, Chin and Kono followed after him.
"No big deal? Danny a tattoo is permanent and are not cheap, what made you want to get a tattoo?" Kono asked, standing on the end of the table.
"I got it as a way of remembering Steve okay? I'm never going to let myself forget him and a tattoo represents permanency and that's what I intend to do with Steve's memory"
No one asked any further questions, they worked well into the night without much luck before Chin rode his bike back home and Kono drove Danny to his apartment, making sure he was in bed and had properly treated his tattoo before leaving for her own home.
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What felt like hours later Steve was dragged out of his cell and had a black bag forced over his head, he was then escorted somewhere else where he could guess that he was loaded up into a vehicle of sorts.
They drove for about 20 minutes before arriving at their destination, the bag was removed and he saw that he was at the docks, a cargo ship swaying before them.
Pushed forward he was forced to board the ship that sailed off for Ni'ahua as soon as everyone was loaded.
A small security camera had been tracking their movements along with one of the shipping area's employees, he recognized one of them to be the thought to be deceased leader of 5-0.
Getting his phone out he dialed the police and told them to put him through to 5-0.
"My name is Ivan Sanchez, I work down at the Kaliki shipping dock and I believe I just witnessed a very alive Steve McGarrett board a cargo ship headed towards Ni'ahua"
A/N: Sorry it took so long to update and how the ending seemed sort of rushed, I just wanted to get to the point in this story. I hoped you enjoyed this update and please review, I write on them!