A/N: Thank you so much everyone! It makes me so happy to know that there are still Five-O fans out there looking to read my stories! I've missed you! Oh, so you all wanted some badass Danny and Steve, I think I give you a little 'something something' in this chapter! Enjoy!

Chapter 13: Interrogation On Board

An emergency alarm sounded on the main deck and moments later a pair of ambulances arrived on the pier beside the monstrous ship. Personnel and passengers rushed around, gossip flooded the ears of the wanderers and as quickly as wild fire the news spread about the art teacher going into respiratory arrest and collapsing in her classroom. The ambulance fled the scene, sirens blaring, and then there was calm on the pier gain. The Commodore made an emergency announcement to calm those who were onboard the ship and once the ambulance had left the pier was reopened to the public as people tried to return to the ship to see what was happening.

Danny and Steve camped out in the art room with Carl. All was dark and quiet. They knew better than to expect that Mario would make a mad dash for the space, but once things quieted down they were pleasantly surprised when the door opened. The electric lock, with its keypad, gave away the entrance of someone with access codes, and as the lights flickered on and the door shut behind him, Mario Costanzo found himself staring down the barrels of the Five-O guns.

One split second of hesitation had Mario turn around to see the primary security officer aboard the ship behind him, also armed, which wasn't common, and Mario knew he'd been caught. His hands flew into the air, he fell to his knew was and handcuffs were fastened to his wrists before anyone spoke.

"Welcome to the party Mario, or should I say, Kenneth?" Danny said as he lowered his weapon and re-holstered it. He crossed his arms and stared down the fugitive before him. "Surprise," he said flatly.

"Your poisoned paints have been sent to the crime lab. You're under arrest for the murder of Janice Westbrook and Maria Trassino," Steve added and followed his partner as the man before them was pulled up from the floor and placed in a chair for questioning. "What do you have to say for yourself?" He asked when all had settled and the scene was set for his interrogation.

"I'll say nothing without may lawyer," Mario stated defiantly.

"Should we tell him who he's really dealing with?" Steve asked his partner with an almost excited giddiness.

"Calm down, wouldn't you rather wait until we're in international waters so that we can slap him with even more charges?" Danny asked. "I mean, we've got nothing but time here and he ain't talking."

"I know you're cops and only cops, so you have no jurisdiction once we're in international water," Mario said and spat at their feet. "You don't scare me."

"I'm a navy SEAL," Steve said and looked around him. "And you're with Her Majesty's Royal Navy," he added and pointed at Carl. "And you are an officer with immunity and means, thanks to the governor of Hawaii, giving you jurisdiction over this boat, and well the company itself called us out here," he finished with a nod and a wink at his partner. "So I don't know where you got your information from, about us being just cops, but you're quite wrong."

"Not as smart as you think you are, now are you?" Carl asked. "I guess that's why you work recreation."

Fire flashed in the fugitives eyes.

"Oh we know about your human trafficking and the identity theft, and the why you decided to help your friend get revenge on Hewitt Westbrook, but why did you kill Maria and Janice, and why would you put two murder charges on yourself and only one of Dick?" Steve asked.

"I want a lawyer!" Mario demanded.

"You're not getting one," Steve said and laughed. "That's not how we work, not yet at least and not until I get answered that I want from you." He added and handed his weapon to his partner and then ripped off Mario's shirt. "Camera." He ordered and Danny handed the professional grade device to his partner and Steve started snapping photos. "Do those look like defensive wounds to you?" He asked as he pointed out the scratch marks on the man's chest.

"They do, and are you wearing makeup?" Danny asked as he took a closer look at the man and the progress of his wounds and the lack there of on his face. "You probably could have made a living as a painter," he added in a make shift complimentary way but also to egg on his partner.

"Painting, we're in an art room, there has got to be something here that could get that stuff off of your face," Steve said as he caught what his partner was alluding to and handed the camera back to Danny. "Let me give you a hand with that."

"You can't let them do this!" Mario cried to Carl at his side. "I have rights!"

"I don't know what you're talking about. They're just doing their jobs," Carl countered. "There should be some acetone some where in here," he added and motioned to the cabinets.

"That should take it off and sting a little," Steve said as he flung open cabinets and drawers. "Ah, let's see," he said and pulled out a couple of bottles.

"You can't do this!" Mario cried and squirmed in his seat as Steve came forward and poured a bottle over his head. "Someone Help me!" He screamed.

"Have a rag," Danny added and tossed a piece of cloth across the room at his partner.

Vigorously, and between curses and coughs, Steve rubbed at the fugitives face revealing black eyes, bruises, and scratches that spoke where the fugitive would not.

"At least she fought hard, you piece of shit," Steve hissed in the man's ear as he moved to retrieve the camera and started taking photos that would prove the fight occurred.

"Maria didn't deserve to die," Carl practically growled in the man's ear.

"So, now that you've thoroughly angered these two men of the law, care to explain why?" Danny asked as he half leaned half sat on one of the art benches.

Mario stared angrily and filled with defiance, his eyes red and stinging from the solution Steve had poured over him.

"It's okay, you don't needed to tell me, I know. I'll tell you what happened and your tells will tell me all about your guilt. Ready, here we go," Danny said and the man started to struggle against his restraints. "You played that girl like a fiddle, and then when she caught you for who you really are you had to kill her. But you didn't think that a sweet little thing like that would ever have the strength to fight you like she did, did you, because you make a living abusing and selling the weak and marginalized. In your white privaledge male mind, you didn't give a second thought to a strong woman. You used your charm on Maria, just as you do before you sell girls into sex slavery and you figured you could knock her around enough to shut her up and make her submissive, just like the others, but she fought back, and fought back harder then you ever imagined a woman could. So you grabbed her by the hair and you slammed her head against the vanity over and over, until she died!" Danny accused, his voice getting angrier and more forceful.

"Stop!" Carl yelled.

Danny's voice had grown in volume and anger as the face of the man before him turned to stone, his breathing became shallow and seethed with anger and Danny egged him on until Carl cracked under the pressure. Not exactly the way he'd wanted this to go, but proving something to Danny about the character of the chief of security on the ship.

"Do you need to step out while we finish?" Steve asked as Danny turned his back, rolled up his sleeves and cracked his knuckles. He placed his weapon on the art bench beside Steve but did not turn back to the fugitive while he waited for Steve to clear the room.

"I think I do," Carl said as he gasped for air trying to fight his emotions.

"Stand watch outside, we're almost finished with him," Steve said as he opened the door for Carl and found Lou standing guard on the other said.

"All's quiet, boss," Lou said and nodded at Steve.

"Keep an eye on this one and talk him down," Steve said as Carl exited the room.

Lou nodded his understanding once more and turned to look down the hall away from the art room. The door closed and was locked once more before Danny turned back to the handcuffed man and landed a right hook and then a left before he spoke.

"Slammed her into the wall, bleeding," he said and connected with the man's face again. "Bashed her brains in." Another one to the jaw. "Put all your might into killing her because she had the nerve to fight back." Once more his right hook connected to the fugitives nose before Steve pulled Danny away and the man slumped, spat blood on the floor but didn't raise his head.

"That'll do, Danny," Steve said calmly and Danny walked to the other end of the room.

"So, Kenneth, let me tell you what will happen now. You will be removed from this ship and will be remanded into custody. You will be encouraged to keep quiet about Detective Williams and myself, and you will be put up on murder charges here and trafficking charges back home. You will be removed by the navy to a facility that doesn't exist according to the governments of most countries and you will rot there until you die. You have forfeited all of your human right because you have killed and victimized too many people," Steve explained as if this calm that had come over him was all part of his job, but really it was for intimidation. Both he and Danny had played their parts to a T. "You don't have to say anything to us, because we already know what you've done. You are covered in the evidence of it, and so whether you get a lawyer or not, you're guilty and we can prove it. Also, we know that Richard is on this ship. We know what he wanted and we will find him. He will know that the art teacher got away safely, that Phoebe and George have been arrested and will give testimony against you both. And finally, he will know that you are no longer here to back him up. The end of the line is in sight, sir, and you have the right to remain silent..."

Steve's speech was met with maniacal laughter from the fugitive before him. "You can't get at Dick," he said and continued his decent into madness.

"One final swing, this time from Steve and planted just right, knocked the man out cold and ended the craziness.

"What do you think he means by that?" Danny asked.

"I don't know but he's already underestimated us once. We have the upper hand now," Steve answered, moved to the door and popped his head out once again. "All right, Lou, you're on," he finished and Lou rolled a laundry cart into the room and was followed by Carl.

"Aren't you worried about brutality charges?" Carl asked as he looked at the unconscious man.

"Nope," Steve said as he and Lou hoisted the man out of the chair and into the laundry bin and then covered him with towels. "He'll be meeting with out boss at a secured, military, location unlike anything he's ever experienced in his criminal career. He won't be saying boo to anyone about anything after that."

"Get him outta here and get back to your post," Danny added as he walked to a sink, washed his bloody hands and dried them, and then went back to Carl's side. "I'm sorry about that ugliness before, but he needed to know the brutality of his action and I needed to see the fear in his eyes as he became helpless before me."

"It's all right, I just wasn't ready to hear you talk about Maria like that," Carl confessed. "I know how she died, it haunts me. I just couldn't hear about it like that."

"She was a brave, strong, woman and we will gain justice for her," Danny vowed. "I hate women beaters and child abusers more than anything else in this world. I'm a cop for them, and justice for those who need me," Danny said, his voice gruff and determined, and then he left the art studio all together.