AN: This is the end of the journey! After a week short of six months, I have finally completed this story. Mahalo goes to my beta! More mahalos goes to all my readers and to those who had time to review or PM me - Thank you very much, I greatly appreciated your feed back :-)

This final piece of the tale is dedicated to "Hamtor" - Congratulations!

Epilogue

Residence of Father Joseph Scarne, San Francisco, 1972

The persistent knocking was rewarded by a kind face showing his middle years.

"Well it's about time!" Lieutenant Stone teased gruffly.

"Mike, come on in!" Father Scarne's face split into a wide grin as he opened the door invitingly. As Stone stepped through the doorway a young man became visible. Scarne recognized him immediately as the same young man he had taken to Walt's run down hotel. It had been two weeks since he'd last seen him and he could see Danny had undergone significant changes. The bandage around his head was gone, revealing the healing cut beneath. His face had retained its color and his eyes shone. Perhaps the most telling feature of all was Dan's spirit. Scarne could see the young man had found the part of himself he had lost.

"Father," Dan held out his hand to the stunned priest who didn't seem to realize he was studying him. "Dan Williams. But you can call me Danny." The detective smiled warmly as Scarne shook his hand.

"It's wonderful to see you again, Danny." Scarne replied as his guests entered his home. He gestured for them to take a seat when a high pitched whining attracted Dan's attention. "Oh, I've forgotten to tell you I have a friend staying over a while. In fact Raven and I were about to go for our walk." Scarne jerked his head to where a large black dog scrambled from out from under the table. A slight limp and a white bandage wound around the animal's side told a story that only it could remember.

Dan's gut told him he had been acquainted with the dog but his memory since his arrival in San Francisco was still too hazy make out faces and events. He bent down and ran his hand over the jet black fur as the Raven nuzzled against Dan's arm. "It looks like we have some catching up to do."

"Take a seat." Scarne motioned his guests to the sofa but Stone remained standing as Dan straightened up.

"Unfortunately we need to get going. Danny has a flight to catch. This is just a stopover." Stone replied.

"Father, I wish I could remember how we met but I'm still trying to find the missing pieces to this giant puzzle that has become my life. Lieutenant Stone has told me much about you and I wanted to thank you for not turning your back on a stranger." Dan sighed heavily and looked Scarne in the eye hoping to find something to trigger a memory. Nothing. Just the sound of a familiar voice and a kind smile.

"No thanks is necessary. I saw someone who needed help and I was there to offer it. I'm just glad to see you again. I've been wondering what became of you. Here's my card," Scarne took out a small card from his top pocket and handed it to Dan. "Should you ever feel the need to talk about anything, call me. My home number is just below the Church's."

Dan nodded and placed the card in his pocket. "Take care, Father," said Dan as he gave the man before him one final handshake before playfully ruffling up Raven's fur.

Together Stone and Dan left Scarne's apartment and drove to the airport where they would meet with McGarrett and Keller.

…..

"All set?" Keller asked as he stood up slowly from the recliner and tried to hide a wince. He looked up at McGarrett who stepped out from the bedroom with a travel bag in his hand.

"Let's go." McGarrett replied then a thought occurred to him. There was something he needed to get off his chest. "Keller."

"Yeah?" the Inspector stopped at the door and turned around.

"Mahalo." Seeing the puzzled expression on Keller's face, McGarrett continued, "It means thank you in Hawaiian."

"You're welcome."

"If ever you're in Honolulu…"

"Yeah, sure. At the rate we're going you won't see Honolulu for a while." Keller winked and gestured for McGarrett to hurry.

The Five-O chief wasn't sure if he should be annoyed at Keller's sarcasm or relieved that the young man decided not get emotional over his attempts at friendship. Sighing, McGarrett realized he preferred the latter and followed Keller out the door.

…..

San Francisco International, San Francisco, 1972

As the two pairs of men faced each other, they said their final farewells and shook hands.

"Thanks for everything, Keller. I heard you saved Steve's life." Dan voiced his gratitude as he spoke to the Inspector at the terminal gates.

"He would've done the same thing for me. It was the least I could do after almost getting you killed. I should've handcuffed you to the hospital bed when I had the chance,"

"I would've picked the lock!" Dan chuckled at Keller's joke. Though he did not remember slipping past the Inspector and leaving the hospital, he'd been given the Cliff's Notes version of events.

"Take care of yourself,"

"If you're ever in Hawaii…."

"Yeah I'll look you up."

As the two younger men engaged in small talk, McGarrett looked Stone in the eye, "Thank you for helping me bring Williams back and bringing justice. I waited five years to see Tate locked away."

"Thank you Detective for not giving up. Who knows how many more kids' lives would be lost if you and Williams didn't come here. Not only did we nail Tate but we also stopped a crooked cop from hurting anyone else. If you or your men ever need anything, you know who to call." Stone meant every word. He had come to know McGarrett was a good man who cared deeply for his men, particularly Dan Williams. It was a trait he realized he shared with the detective as he cast a sidelong glance at Keller.

The speakers called out to those departing for Honolulu to make their way through the terminals. As McGarrett and Williams turned to leave, the taller detective turned his head one last time and nodded at the fine men they were leaving behind. I won't forget you Stone, Keller.

…

Forget me not, McGarrett! Sean Tate thought wrathfully as he sat on his bunk with his dark eyes staring through the metal bars…

Pau – The End

AN: Once again thanks for reading!