Hi! This is my first story here and I hope you will enjoy it!

There's a murder happening here, so there will be some bloody details. Nothing horrible, really, but I'd like to give a fair warning.

I'd like to thank my amazing beta, Phoebe Miller for the help and support.

Disclaimer: no, I don't own H50. I wish.

She tries to fish out her keys from her clutch while she's walking to her car. The parking lot is dimly lit, so it's not an easy job. All she can think about is her comfy bed. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to come to the club. But she's had such a long week and worked so much that she thought she deserved to let her hair down a bit. It's Friday night after all. She can sleep in tomorrow.

Earlier she was really looking forward to coming here. But then she realized a warm bath and a good book might have been a better way to relax. Partying hard isn't really her forte, it has never been. But her assistant mentioned she comes here with friends, and she invited her to tag along..

She's new here and doesn't have too many friends. Okay, she doesn't have any friends at all, so she thought she could use some company to let the steam off after a long hard, week. Well, everything had been okay until Gigi and her friends drank way too many cocktails and while they were having fun, she didn't. Yeah, she shouldn't have come with her own car, but she had to stay late at the office and she didn't have time to go home before meeting with the others. And if you're the only one who doesn't drink, you're definitely not the one who has the most fun.

In a few minutes she's gonna be home, though. The thought already makes her happy. She smiles to herself as she finally finds her keys. Just a few more steps and she can get in her car.

But then someone comes up behind her.

It's a beautiful morning on Oahu, the sun is shining and the air is warm and smells like the ocean. For the plenty of tourists this means another wonderful day at the beach.

However, horrible things do happen even on this stunning island. Like murder.

Steve and Danny arrive at the latest crime scene: a parking lot behind the popular club Tropical. A fancy place with colorful cocktails, hit songs and snob guests who arrive with sport cars and don't mind buying overpriced drinks.

And with a dead girl in the parking lot.

"Man, I really hope it's not gonna be a complicated case," Steve scowls. "I would hate to call back Lou from his well-deserved vacation with his wife or call in a sick Jerry."

Danny just shrugs. He hasn't said much since they got the news about the murder. It's very untypical of him, but Steve can't blame him. He knows every time a girl is killed at a club, Danny thinks of all the times his daughter goes out with her friends. And he thinks of the dead girl's family who will soon receive the worst news of their lives.

Steve parks the Camaro next to the several police cars that fill up most of the lot.

The two men get out and walk to the body next to a parking truck. The woman is lying on her back; her green dress is ripped and bloody. There's a lot of blood on her chest and stomach. There are bruises on her arms and legs. Her messy blond hair looks like a halo around her face and her makeup is smudged all over her face. Her eyes are wide open looking up to sky.

Dr. Noleani Cunha squats beside the body. She doesn't need to say anything, they already know what happened.

She explains it anyway. "'Morning, gentlemen. The victim has multiple puncture wounds. Cause of death was probably blood loss, but I won't know for sure til I get her back to the lab. I'd put time of death between 1-3 am. Defensive wounds are present, so it looks like she put up a fight, despite the head wound."

Tani and Junior join them.

"We found her purse," Junior holds up a zip bag containing a small clutch. "Her name was Emily Hino, she was 31 and worked at a dentist office. Her money and papers were not touched."

"And did you find a weapon, too?" Steve asks looking around.

"No, the lot is clear," Junior shakes his head.

"No one saw anything," Tani adds. "Some people leaving the club at 2.20 am found her. She was already dead and there was no one else in the lot. There was a live band playing til 4 in the club."

"Have you checked the security cameras?" Danny asks looking sharply at one of the said cameras.

"Yes, but this part of the lot is visible only for one of them. We watched the feed, but this huge truck blocks the view", she explains pointing at the black vehicle next to them. "We saw a man walking behind the truck and he was hiding there until the victim walked his way. When she walked past the truck, the man attacked her from behind and dragged him behind the vehicle."

"So we don't have a footage of the actual murder," Steve states.

"No, a little later the guy walks away, and that's it. Problem is the camera is pretty far from this area and the quality of the feed is awful. You would think a place like this has money for a better security system," Tani scowls.

"Or for a guard in the lot or something," Danny mutters.

"Okay, well, go back to HQ and see if you can identify the man," Steve says.

"Right," Tani answers. "But don't expect too much. The guy was wearing a hoodie and never looked to the camera."

"Junior, take a look around here, maybe there are other cameras in the area. Stores, ATMs, anything," Danny says waving towards the street.

Tani and Junior leave. Steve sighs. "Maybe I should call Lou or Jerry."

Danny doesn't answer. He just keeps staring at the dead girl at their feet.