NA HALA A KA MAKUA - SINS OF THE FATHER
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A/N: Okay, here's your few minute escape from real life! Enjoy the chapter!
Massive thanks to The hutchlover for beta reading this chapter, well the entire story actually! You're amazing! Can't do it without out you!
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
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ONE MONTH LATER - FIVE-0 HEADQUARTERS - DOWNTOWN HONOLULU - OAHU
Now that it was more than a month since Ian died, the governor agreed to let them work the case again. With the condition they needed to take on new cases and work those as first priority until they got a solid lead on Parrish and Sullivan again. He couldn't have them spending all their time and resources on men that had been off the grid for more than a month. Being cooperative Five-0 took on a new case. It was a murder investigation, nothing they hadn't seen before.
The team was standing around the computer table at their headquarter, going over the new case. Steve stared with his arms crossed at the screen trying to come up with a plan on how to proceed. A young female was murdered late last night, so all the information was still fresh. Looking at the crime scene photos Steve made up his mind: It was time to take Danny back in the field. "All right, Danny and I'll go pay her husband a visit, see if he can shed some light on the murder."
Danny looked aside at Steve, with surprise. "Me? Really? You're letting me out of the office?"
Steve patted his shoulder and grinned. "Yeah, I mean, I don't want to be responsible for your depressive and negative mental state."
"You're just getting worried about my mental state after four years of working together? You already wrecked it on day one. Not to mention all those following years full of psychological damage." Danny snarked sarcastically.
Steve played along, exaggerating Danny's comment. "Psychological damage? Don't forget to mention all the physical injuries I caused, along with all the other imaginary crap you can come up with while blaming me for everything bad that happened to you."
"You sure you two should go together?" Kono interrupted the starting argument with a broad smile on her face. She was glad everything seemed back to normal again.
"He won't admit it, but he missed me." Steve teased, giving Kono a lopsided grin.
"Can't think of one single reason why I would miss you, but let's go, you putz." Danny jerked his head towards the door.
Before leaving Steve turned towards the other member of the team. "Chin, could you dig into the Parrish case? Don't think this murder investigation will take much of our time."
"I'll go take a look on the FBI files. Maybe we'll finally get lucky and find a good lead." Chin said hopeful, while starting to type on the computer table.
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ALA MOANA BLVD - HONOLULU - OAHU
After they left the office Steve drove towards Diamond Head with Danny sitting on the passenger's seat. It felt like it was right were they left off, like nothing had happened. Sitting besides each other in the car, arguing like never before. They were not even close to finishing their argument when they were interrupted by a phone call. Since Steve was driving, Danny grabbed the phone.
Danny put it on speaker as he answered. "Go ahead, Chin?"
"You're answering his phone now too?" Chin mocked from the other side of the line.
"He comes in handy sometimes," Steve teased. "What'd you got?"
"Well like you asked, I was going through the FBI files on Parrish when I came across a list with investors. First off I didn't think much of it, because Parrish scammed those people. So why help him out, right? But when I took a closer look I might have bumped on to something." Chin shared.
Steve perked his ears as things might get interesting. "What'd you find?"
Chin told them his findings over the phone. "I ran all the investors through the database and it appears that all of them live on the mainland except for one of them. She's living here on Oahu."
"She?" Danny inquired, surprised to learn a woman might have been in the plot.
"Yes, her name is, Sheila Mahelona. She lives near Koko Head." Chin informed.
"Good work, Chin. Take Kono to question Mrs. Mahelona. Bring her in if necessary." Steve demanded.
"You think she might've been harboring Parrish all this time?" Chin questioned.
"Makes sense," Steve shrugged his shoulders, thinking it through. "She's the only one that has not been on our radar."
"Kono and I'll head over there." Chin accepted the previous demand.
"Take precaution, all right?" Steve insisted. "Don't know what were dealing with. Danny and I'll come back after we're done here."
"Copy that."
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DIAMOND HEAD - HONOLULU - OAHU
Steve and Danny walked out of the front door of the victim's residence in Diamond Head. The husband hadn't much to add except that he was shocked by the news. These conversations were never easy to have, so they both walked out of the house with their heads down. Coming back to the Camaro, Steve's phone went off. He sighed, letting the hard conversation fall off his shoulders and start fresh. Steve looked at his caller ID. It was Kono.
Steve answered the call on speaker, while walking over to the driver's side. "Yes, Kono?"
With sirens in the background Kono's voice popped up. "Boss, there's a deal going down between Parrish and Sullivan."
"What, like right now?" Steve checked, opening the driver's side door. He didn't step in, instead he leaned with one arm on the rooftop, holding his phone towards Danny so he could listen as well. With his other arm he held the door open.
"Yes. Sheila was not a tough nut to crack, so she confessed helping Parrish. According to her Parrish just left to meet up with Sullivan. Sheila mentioned a deal, but more than that she couldn't tell."
"Where's the deal?" Danny shouted from a little distance as he gone over to the trunk and opened it. He leaned aside to hear the answer to his question.
"Parking garage downtown, the one on Lewers Street and Kalakaua Avenue. I'll send you the GPS coordinates." Kono stated.
"I know where it is. It's one of the biggest parking garage's on the Island," Steve acknowledged. He went over to the trunk as he saw Danny putting on his vest. Steve ripped Danny's vest back open as he didn't agree to Danny putting it on in the first place. His hand was slapped away by his partner and he got his own vest handed over. Steve rolled his eyes, knowing there was no way that his partner would stand down. He should've known better, he really thought it would just be an quick visit. He didn't think this would happen. Reluctantly and not willing to agree with Danny's intention to tag along, Steve placed the phone on the rooftop and pulled on his own vest. "Did Sheila by any chance tell you what level their meeting was on?" He asked Kono
"She wasn't sure, but she might have overheard Parrish say the sixth level." Kono informed.
Danny pulled the tactical gloves off his vest as he always strapped them onto his vest if he didn't need them. "Great. Steve and I are close by," Danny stated putting on the gloves. "How fast can you and Chin be there?"
Kono did the math. "If we drive fast, 20 minutes."
"In that case, drive fast," Steve commanded plugging in his earpiece. "Notify SWAT and HPD, Call Catherine, have her come down as well and have Chin contact Jerry. I need him in the office."
"Roger that, boss." Kono said, disconnecting the call.
Steve put on his thigh holster and restocked his vest with a few new magazines full of shiny bullets. Danny's vest was still loaded and ready to go as he had not used it for a while. Not that he had as much gear and ammo on his vest as Steve, however Danny had the most important things as well. Unlike his partner he didn't have any flash bangs and Mid-cap magazine's with 130 rounds strapped onto his vest. Steve still didn't think this was the best idea, but at the moment he had no other choice than letting Danny tag along.
"If they start running, I'll go and you'll stay put, understood?" Steve warned before stepping back into the Camaro.
"Why run when you have a gun?" Danny said it mock-serious.
Steve scoffed. "Seriously? You just came up with that one liner, didn't you?"
"I'll shoot him in the leg or something, don't worry." Danny waved it off and stepped into his car. Steve shook his head and got in as well. He buckled up and tore away with howling sirens.
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PARKING GARAGE 2201 KALAKAUA AVENUE - HONOLULU - OAHU
Steve turned off the sirens a few blocks away from the garage. They didn't want Sullivan and Parrish to hear them coming and give them a chance to escape. Parking the Camaro in front of the garage both men got out, slamming their doors shut. Steve went up to the trunk and grabbed a rifle while Danny looked up to the parking structure.
Steve slung the strap of his Mark 18 Mod 0 around his neck and underneath his arm. He connected the weapon onto the strap and then grabbed his partner's gun from the trunk. After closing it, he walked over to Danny. Locking eyes with each other Steve handed over the gun. "You sure you want to do this?"
Danny armed himself with the M933. "No, I'm not, but I have never liked entering a building with the possibility of getting shot at. Besides I don't have much of a choice if I want to see you come out alive."
"You're worried about me?" Steve asked, looking touched by the concern. "I'm a grown man, I can take care of myself."
"Good," Danny said with a high pitched voice. "Now we know that super-SEAL brain of yours is still not working properly, let's go get these perps." He patted Steve's shoulder while preparing his gun for the raid.
Jogging up towards the entrance Danny already coughed one time. Steve glanced concerned at him. Danny rolled his eyes as he noticed the glance. "Geez, would you relax. It's just a fly that got stuck in my throat."
Steve grinned for a moment before he completely focused again. They went underneath the barriers and cautiously, but tactically continued their search. Aligning their guns shoulder height they searched the surrounding area. Steve signaled to the people walking around that they should leave the place. They got scared by looking at the two of them, as Steve and Danny were armed, and ran away. Since it was a giant parking garage, Steve doubted they would find Parrish and Sullivan, but there weren't many cars parked, so that definitely worked in their advantage. Steve spotted the staircase on the east side of the parking garage and jogged towards it.
Danny sidled up to Steve from behind as he jogged faster than Danny did. He shifted with his torso trying to get his vest more comfortable. The vest was tight and his shirt itched against his scar. The shifting didn't seem to help, so he had to ignore it for the time being. Steve kept the door open with his foot as Danny entered the staircase and followed his partner up to the sixth level. Going up Danny was already wheezing when they reached the fourth floor, but he kept going. He actually had not run ever since the surgery and going up six floors wasn't something he had done either.
Reaching the sixth floor Danny was panting by now. Steve waited before opening the door to the parking space until his partner was good to go. Danny leaned forward, propping his hands on his knees for some support as he tried to catch his breath. The breaths were coming in shallow, but it was nothing he hadn't experienced before. He just needed a minute to breathe without doing something physical.
Steve placed his hand solicitously on Danny's shoulder. "Take a minute, okay?"
Danny nodded thankfully. While breathing in through his nose and out through his mouth, he managed to control his breathing again. "What are waiting for." He teased, pulling the door to the garage open.
Going in hot, McGarrett swept the sixth floor deck while aiming the Mark 18 Mod 0. Danny was behind Steve having his back and leveling the M933 in the other direction. Walking around they also checked the parked cars. Danny suddenly stopped, grabbing Steve by his arm and he pulling him back. Danny jerked his head to the west side of parking garage. Steve peered around the concrete pillar and spotted the men they were looking for. Parrish and Sullivan were standing near a blue car, having what appeared to be a deep conversation.
They concentrated on Sullivan's identity for a moment. The man was in his mid 40's with short slick brown hair. If they had been able to say something about him Danny would have made a comment for sure about the aged lines in the man's gruff face. Not saying he was old or anything, but it looked like he had been stuck between a door with his face.
Steve hand signaled their tactical approach and they closed in on the criminals. Coming up from behind a car Steve zeroed in, aiming his gun on Sullivan while Danny leveled on Parrish. Steve took the lead. "Roy Parrish, Dale Sullivan! Five-0!" He shouted.
In a split second both Sullivan and Parrish ran off in different directions from one another. Danny closed in on Parrish as he had chosen the wrong way to escape and ended up in a dead end part of the garage, giving him nowhere else to run to. Sullivan on the other hand went the right way and had a clear path to leaving the garage. Steve looked over his shoulder at his partner. "Danny!"
"Go, I got him!" Danny barked going up to Parrish.
"Please, don't do anything stupid!" Steve shouted at Danny before running off after Sullivan.
"You're telling me not to do anything stupid?" Danny bantered as Steve disappeared in the distance and Danny himself followed Parrish.
Parrish ran away until he couldn't go any further. He slowed his pace realizing it was all over. Turning around he faced the detective. With his eyes darting around, Parrish tried to figure a way out. They were standing real close to the edge and only a guardrail was keeping him from his freedom. Except that if he jumped he would kill himself. Only before he had even the chance to jump Danny closed in.
Danny tightened his index finger on the trigger ready to fire if needed. Parrish looked daringly at him, but it left Danny stone cold. "Up. Up. Up. Hands up!" Danny demanded walking up to Parrish. "Get on your knees, you son of a bitch." he sneered almost shoving the muzzle of his gun in Parrish's face.
"Well well, if it ain't, blondie." Parrish stated, as he got down on his knees while holding his hands up in the air.
Danny took the handcuffs out of his pocket without taking his gun off Parrish. "You should stop insulting people by their hair, if your own hair looks like you're some sort of moron who escaped from the eighties," he snapped going behind the convict and locked the cuffs onto Parrish's right wrist. "Roy Parrish, I truly hope you had a good run, but your few free weeks of freedom just ended. You're under arrest." Danny rambled, grabbing Parrish's arm out of the air and twisted it behind his back. Danny was about to slide the handcuff around Parrish's left wrist when Danny realized his partner might need his help.
Improvising, Danny grabbed Parrish's right wrist and handcuffed him onto the guardrail. Remembering it wasn't the first time Parrish had slipped a pair of cuffs, Danny took some zip ties out of his vest and secured Parrish, nice and tight. Peeking over the guardrail downstairs at the street Danny noticed movement. Looking down he saw Sullivan taking a short cut, one that Steve didn't see him take as Steve looked around, trying to figure out which way Sullivan went.
Danny watched Sullivan from the sixth level. The perp crossed the street and entered the hotel. Danny activated the communication device and warned his partner. "Steve, I got eyes on Sullivan. He went into the hotel across the street. Waikiki Parc." Without waiting for Steve to answer, Danny mumbled something to himself. Hoping for the best, he did a quick cross prayer and he started running towards the exit.
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PARKING GARAGE 2201 KALAKAUA AVENUE - HONOLULU - OAHU
In a split second Sullivan went the right way and had a clear path in leaving the garage. Steve ran after him, storming back to the staircase. Going down the stairs as fast a he could, he activated his earpiece. Since he didn't hear anything he assumed Danny had it still turned off. Steve trusted his partner that everything went well otherwise he already would've turned on the communication device. After going down several levels and reaching the ground floor again, Steve burst out the door of the staircase. In the corner of his eye he caught Sullivan exiting the garage.
Exiting the garage himself, Steve came to an abrupt stop. He had lost Sullivan. Looking around disorientated, Steve no longer saw the man he had been chasing. This was not the same entrance which he and his partner had used, as he tried to figure out which way Sullivan might have gone. There were multiple options to go with, so Steve had no clue on where to go. Suddenly Danny's voice popped up, blaring in his ear.
"Steve, I got eyes on Sullivan. He went into the hotel across the street. Waikiki Parc." Danny warned Steve through their communication device.
Steve started crossing the street himself and went in the direction of the hotel with the giant words 'Waikiki Parc' on the facade. "What floor?" Steve asked trying not to get hit by cars driving on the street.
"Do you want a room number too? You want to order room service and book it as work expenses, or what?"
"Or maybe I'll put in a request for a new communication device, so I will no longer hear you," Steve growled, coming to a close call as a car came right a him. He jumped up on the hood with his butt, sliding over it until he ended back with his feet on the street again. "Do you have eyes on him or not?" Steve barked running into the hotel.
"No, negative. I do not." Danny confirmed through the earpiece.
Steve went up to the front desk and demanded a lockdown of the entire hotel. Screaming sirens were closing in, so Steve assumed SWAT and HPD were almost here. With no time to lose Steve sprinted towards the elevator. The people coming off the elevator informed him that a man with a gun went up to top floor. Pressing the button to the top floor, Steve waited impatiently for the door's to close. Just before the doors slammed shut Steve saw HPD enter the hotel. Steve had no time to step out and tell them Sullivan was going up to the top floor, so Steve quickly called Duke.
With HPD coming up by the stairs, Steve stepped out on the elevator on the top floor. It shouldn't take that long for HPD to join him, but until then he was alone. Completely focused and aiming his gun Steve walked through the floral print wallpaper highly decorated hallway. As a room door snapped shut Steve turned around and spotted Sullivan running down the corridor.
"Dale Sullivan! Stop!" Steve clenched his teeth as Sullivan of course, disobeyed the order. Steve slung his Mark 18 Mod 0 on his back and grabbed his SIG Sauer P226 from his thigh holster. He didn't aim just yet, he first tried to close in on Sullivan.
Unexpectedly Danny called out through their comm. "Steve?"
"What? I'm a little busy, Danny." Steve snapped, as he increased his speed, trying to out run Sullivan. Coming near Sullivan, the sound of shallow gasps in Steve's earpiece got his attention. "Danny?" He fearfully asked as his heart began to pound in his chest.
"Where are…you? Can't… breathe."
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A/N: Sorry for the cliffhanger, I'll promise to post on Sunday! Have a good week!
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