Warnings: Gay and Bisexual themes, sexually suggestive themes, blood, depiction of gunshot wounds, use of one or two homophobic slurs and phrases.
Disclaimer: There will be two OC's with the last name Carson mentioned throughout the chapter. There is no relation between Blake Carson and Evan Carson.
Evan Carson created by saltzcabello
Isaac Perry created by DiNozzoTheMan17
Briana Seger created by Agent Walker 05
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Here's chapter 5 everyone.
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Chapter 5
Two Weeks Later - June 17th, Monday, NCIS Pearl Harbor Field Office - MCRT Bullpen, 0832 Hours, Pearl Harbor.
Two weeks since Corporal Eli Barnes was found in his hotel room at the Hale Koa, and this case has gone from bad to worse. Six week total since the first body, the body of Petty Officer Todd Manning was found that led to Corporal Barnes body being found which led Five-0 getting involved.
That's not the bad part or even the worst part. The worst part is that since Eli Barnes' body was found, their perpetrator Calvin McManis has been in the wind. Since he escaped custody via a timely placed explosion at their headquarters. And since it's been over six weeks since the case first landed on the unit chief's desk. Special Agent in Charge Blackburn is being forced to pull the unit off the case. Put it on the back burner.
SAC Lance Blackburn didn't like doing this to his best unit. They had the highest solve out of any of the other singular focused teams.
"That was some impressive shootin' there Tex." Scott praises his teammate. Jackson gives Scott a look. "Sorry couldn't resist. I say next time we put up a bigger wager more than just winner gets to choose the lunch spot."
"I second that." Lane says.
"Me three." Kali agrees.
"Jackson what about you, you up for a bigger wager next time?" Scott asks.
Jackson puts his hand to his chin in thought as they walk. "Sure why not how about putting a little money down next time."
Scott smiles at the man liking the idea he always could use a little extra cash lining his pockets. Even with himself handicapped with his left arm, now in a navy blue cast instead of a sling he still came close to beating Jackson. Lane came in last place and Kali came in third.
"You won fair and square Santiago so you get to choose where we go to eat, I'm buyin'"
"Oh you shouldn't have said that, boss man. I'll clean out your wallet." Jackson jokes.
The quartet all walk in from the shooting range to where the MCRT bullpens are, and find the other four members of their unit sitting at their desks.
Havika looks up at the approaching footsteps. "I thought you were supposed to be on desk duty?"
"I thought too, Agent I don't want to have to be explainin' to your wife and brother why your ass is back in the hospital." Chief Perry asks Scott.
"Doc gave me restrictions and Blackburn didn't put me on desk duty he put me on limited duty." Scott clarifies. "There's a difference."
"Meaning he can't get physically involved on call outs, but he can still ride along with us, and it also means I get to drive the truck for the next three weeks." Lane further clarifies for them all with a grin on his face.
Scott crosses his arms over his chest in a huff, not liking that he can't drive still. It was bad enough with the concussion, and he understood that. But the broken arm sucked, he still could do a lot of things with only one working arm. Driving unfortunately isn't one of those things, that he has mastered yet. He could try driving with his feet, he'd seen it done before.
"I see one scratch on the truck Sullivan and the repairs are coming out of your paycheck." Scott mock threatens his second in command.
All eight members of the unit are either seated in their desks or standing and leaning on the desks. Being CRT, Scott and his team don't exactly have desks to work from and the paperwork they do get they mostly bring it home with them and then bring it back the next day. Jackson is sitting on the corner of Agent Kamaka's desk a picture of his kids sat prominently on his desk.
"How was Father's day yesterday?" Jackson asks the members of the unit who are fathers.
"It was great actually." Havika replies. "The kids all got together and threw us all a Father's Day outing we didn't we have to lift a finger."
"Which 'Mr. I've got a broken arm I can't do the simplest of things' just loved." Lane recounts to Jackson.
"Hey it was Father's Day, a day to celebrate us and all we do for our kids. You bet your ass I was gonna milk it. Danny and Lou loved it too."
"That's true they did love it." Lane agrees.
"What else did you guys do?" Kali asks them.
"After a morning and afternoon together with our kids we all parted ways. Then I met up with Steve and we took my boys to see their Grandpa John. Actually took a picnic this year. Spent well into the night talking to dad. It helps sometimes I know it sounds odd but it does."
"The twins were only five when he passed right?" Lane gets a confirming nod.
"Yeah they were still young, but still old enough to remember him I'm glad they actually got to meet him in person before that whole Victor Hesse fiasco went down."
"That's good kids should be able to know a least one set of grandparents." Kali adds.
"Yeah it is your parents weren't more interested in making money than their own kids. And thinks that oh just sending them money and expensive gifts on their birthdays makes up for not being there." Lane remarks.
Kali looks taken aback by her teammates statement. Havika explains for Lane to Kali. "His parents are a bit of a touchy subject for him, they weren't really there for him as a kid. He practically raised himself and his siblings. Then when he gets married has kids then gets divorced his dad thinks he can get involved in his grandkids lives all of a sudden."
Kali doesn't miss the fact that Havika only said dad can get involved and not mom and dad.
Lane makes a sound of disgruntled discontent, "If it weren't for the mood in the room and the company I'd say some less than flattering things about my procreators."
Blackburn walks up to the group of Agents and operators in his black slacks and muted blue floral Aloha shirt. "I'm not paying you lot to stand around and chit chat. Regardless of what you were talking about I need you all in my office now. I've got an announcement." Blackburn turns on his heel and walks back to his office.
The other agents around the bullpen all ohh and exclaim in a similar fashion like teenagers watching the popular kids get sent to the principal's office. In a sense it kind of did feel like that. They've never been called as a whole unit into Blackburn's office before this can't be good.
NCIS Pearl Harbor Field Office - SAC Blackburn's Office. 0902 Hours. Pearl Harbor.
There's a mahogany wooden long oval table opposite Blackburn's desk and in front of a large 60" TV screen with eight chairs around it. He gestures for them to all take seats, they all do if not with a little hesitation.
Lance puts his hands behind his back and clasps his hands and walks in front of the head of the table four members of the unit on each side of the table. He takes time to eye each and everyone of them, lingering on the two with explosive tempers.
"I'm just going to come right out and say it, I'm pulling you off the fight club case and re-tasking both of your teams." Blackburn states waiting for a reaction. And within less than fifteen seconds his office is in an uproar. Just like a bandaid pull it right off, yeah right.
"What sir you can't do that." Lane exclaims. They've been working this case for almost over a month he can't pull them off now.
"I have to agree with Agent Sullivan you can't we're close to cracking this wide open, sir." Agent Lahele tells her bosses' boss.
"I can and I have, this isn't an order coming from me, Agents. This is coming from Washington. Director Vance. Once he knew the explosion wasn't directed at NCIS as a whole he pulled back, the by all means necessary order."
"So what because the director tells you do something you do it." Scott accuses.
"Agent I'd remind you to watch your tone and who you're speaking to. If you don't want to be completely off this case and suspended."
Scott knows how to pick and choose his battles with his superiors and whether he likes it or not, Blackburn is his superior now not his equal anymore.
No suspension is not an option stand down and shut up. A voice in his head says. It sounds like Steve. Oh this is rich my conscious sounding like you my own brother telling me what to do. You do this kind of stuff all the time.
You're damn straight I'm telling you what to do. Now listen to Blackburn.
"Sorry sir." Scott apologizes holding his tongue from saying anything else.
"Good, now because of the Director's order I've put the MCRT back in the rotation with the other teams. There have been three cases in the last few weeks, I've had to hand over to other teams." Blackburn tells the unit chief. He turns and faces McGarrett and his team. "McGarrett I've placed your team back on call with the MPs and Masters at Arms with all the bases."
"Yes sir." Scott replies evenly sitting up a bit straighter in his chair.
"You're all dismissed." Blackburn clasps his hands behind his back and watches the group of eight leave. Scott is the last one to leave, Blackburn yells out to the Agent. "Don't forget you're still on limited duty McGarrett." The SAC's words fall on deaf ears.
As Scott and his team are walking back over to the MCRT's bullpen their phones go off with an alert to a call out. The alert reads as follows.
CRT ALERT
CRT EMERGENCY
See Your Team Leader Immediately
More Info / OK
Lane hits the More Info option on his phone.
A barricaded hostage situation at Marine Corps Base Hawaii, Mokapu, Kaneohe, HI
Lane looks up at his partner. Scott gives him a look before saying, "Your call your lead, I'm just observational support."
"Right." Lane says switching modes in his head from follower to leader. It's not like he hasn't led the team before when Scott was out of commission. "Santiago, Lahele, McGarrett, go change out and gear up, and meet at the truck." His teammates dismissed they all run towards the locker room to change out. Lane turns to the Chief of their unit. "Chief, you'll be on standby with your team, address of the call out just sent to your phones."
"Understood Agent we'll be ready if need be."
Lane turns on his heel and runs back towards the locker room after his team leaving the MCRT behind in the bullpen.
"I hate sitting on our asses while they go out and get to have all the fun." Havika gripes lightly.
"All our jobs are important you know that Agent. They're specially trained for tactical call outs we aren't." The chief reminds their senior field agent.
Enroute to Marine Corps Base Hawaii, Mokapu, Kaneohe.
The team of four agents in their decked out armored truck on Highway 1 are en route to the scene.
"32 year old Caucasian male, Staff Sergeant Dennis Hurley barricaded his home and is holding his two young children hostage, wife is on the scene with MPs." Scott relays to the team.
"Are the children in any immediate danger." Kali asks who's sat in the back seat with Jackson fully geared up in black with her kevlar vest proclaiming she's NCIS.
"No, they're not as far the MPs can tell right now." Scott replies.
"So there's no need to go in full throttle, we can establish who exactly we're dealing with." Jackson says. "He has kids he has to have a wife right?"
"He does, Angela Hurley, she's with the MPs at the scene."
Marine Corps Base Hawaii, 0945 hours. Outside of Hurley Residence, Mokapu, Kaneohe.
Lane pulls up to the Hurley residence and all four of them get out of the truck heading straight for the MPs. The whole street is filled with multiple military police cars, it's a sea of green camo. Lane spots the lead MP who got the initial domestic disturbance call and walks over to his with his team at the side.
"Staff Sergeant Lewis. I'm Special Agent Lane Sullivan I understand you were the one called out to the house."
The Marine nods his head. "Yes sir, neighbors called it because the wife, Angela was banging on the door yelling trying to get into the house."
"Did she lose her key or something why'd, she be trying to get into her own house like that?" Jackson asks.
"Wife says she's in the process of divorcing Sergeant Hurley." Sergeant Lewis supplies.
Lane turns to look at the house that has a young Marine barricaded inside with his kids. He tries to tamp down his feelings, and focus on the immediate situation at hand. "Thank you Lewis, we'll take it from here. Keep those other Marines back. We don't need a bunch of looky loos if this gets ugly." Sullivan tells the Marine frankly.
"Understood Agent. I'll have the other MP's form a perimeter."
"You do that. Is there anything else you can tell us why besides going through a divorce would he have barricaded himself in his house there's got to be more to it than this." Sullivan reasons to himself. He turns to Kali. "Agent Lahele talk to the wife, Angela see if she can tell you anything more. Santiago you and I are going to approach the house, McGarrett see if you can't get a hold of Hurley's personnel records, find out who Hurley is beyond who we see here."
"Copy that Sullivan." Scott replies. Kali nods in her understanding of her orders and walks over to where Mrs. Hurley is sitting on the curb in front of her house.
"Mrs. Hurley I'm Special Agent Lahele. I'd like to ask you some questions about your husband if that's alright?" Kali asks the brunette woman.
"Yes, yes of course whatever you need. Oh my kids my babies are you certain he won't hurt them." She asks her voice laced with worry.
"That's what we're here to prevent. We're going to try and get your kids and your husband out safely."
"Ex-husband he's my ex-husband." Angela corrects her immediately. After this mess there is nothing that is going to stop her from divorcing her husband. He would NOT be getting joint custody of her kids or visitation period.
"Ma'am, I don't mean to be..." Kali starts before she's cut off.
"Call me Angela please." Angela says.
"Angela I've been informed by a colleague you're currently going through a divorce. Neither of you have signed official paperwork yet, that man in that house there with your kids is still your husband on paper, despite what you may think of him now."
"Are you married?" Angela asks looking briefly back at her house and the two male Agents geared up to scout her house. "Do you have kids?"
Kali bites the inside of her right cheek. Whenever this question came up it was always difficult but she always answers truthfully. "I was once and yes I do, she's twelve like your daughter, Olivia. I understand in a small part of what you must be feeling right now."
"He hasn't been the same since his last deployment it was a tour in Afghanistan. I mean I know the man I married he'd always come back a bit different than the man that left, but this was different. He's been more distant, and than three weeks ago he plain up and disappears, and than reappears a week later and this happens. I'm pretty sure it's an affair with another woman."
"You think your husband Dennis is having an affair that's why you want to get a divorce?" Kali asks the older woman.
"Yes wouldn't you if your husband was cheating on you?"
"I can't say I would know about that. I loved my husband."
"I did too at one point, but this past week was the last straw."
"Angela what happened last week, what was the last straw?"
"He killed a fellow Marine, I wasn't born into this life style like most of our neighbors here were. But even I know killing a fellow Marine is wrong. He's got a warrant out for his arrest."
Kali keys her earpiece. "Agent Sullivan, there's a warrant out for the Sergeant's arrest and it's a big one."
Lane and Jackson have taken either side of the house looking to see if there are any open windows or easy entry points. They want to see if they can gain access to the house without alarming the Sergeant to badly.
"What'd he do Agent Lahele?"
"He killed another Marine." Kali informs trying to breathe evenly and calmly. Trying not to show how much this affected her. She couldn't possibly imagine another Marine doing that to a fellow brother.
Scott meanwhile has gotten ahold of Hurley's personnel file. Which has the arrest warrant in it and the murder that resulted in the arrest warrant. Why weren't they called in or at least the MCRT. MPs are supposed to report incidents like this immediately to NCIS, so either someone in the military police was dirty or someone didn't want NCIS involved in the murder case.
Kali looks back over to Hurley's wife. "Was this confirmed?" Kali asks her.
"Umm, that's what the MPs said there was a warrant out for his arrest, they didn't say much more. I came home and tried to get into the house, but I couldn't."
Jackson spots the man in his living room, with his kids on the couch. "We've identified his position. He's in the living room west side, kids are on the couch. He seems more worried, agitated. Not like a man who just killed someone."
"Are you implying he didn't kill this Marine?" Lane asks over the radio.
"It's possible." Jackson replies. "I wouldn't be barricaded in my house if I were him I'd want to get the hell out of dodge."
"I would too. From what I'm reading about Hurley he's a decent Marine. Helpful, respectful to superiors. Only minor disciplinary charges. He's not a killer." Scott adds in what he knows from reading his jacket. "These aren't the actions of killer these are actions of scared man."
"Wife says he's been different since he came from his last deployment, tour in Afghanistan. Meant up energy. Distant behavior." Kali tells her teammates.
"He doesn't seem to have a weapon, kids look unharmed, but they're definitely scared huddled on the couch together." Lane relays over the radio.
Scott flips through Hurley's file trying to find anything that can help them to get the Sergeant out and his kids out safely. He's coming up with nothing.
"He knows if he stays in there with his kids we won't forcibly breach the premises." Kali remarks.
"You won't?" Angela asks.
"No, we won't we generally try and get both hostages and the suspect out unharmed." Kali tells the woman.
"I just want to see my son and daughter, that's all I want. They're all I have." Angela is begging and sobbing.
It's been three hours now and they're at a stand still. Dennis Hurley hasn't made a move inside the house in the last three hours. This is both good and bad. He's pacing back and forth mumbling to himself. Now Lane's abnormally good at reading lips, but with Hurley turned away from him every few minutes it's hard to tell what he's saying exactly. Lane catches a few words 'fault, didn't, accident.'
Lane keys his radio. "McGarrett can you check the arrest report? Something's not adding up here."
Scott pulls up the arrest report from a week ago on the laptop he's been given access to by the MPs. "Pulling up the report now, let's see here, multiple witnesses say he got into a brawl with a Gunnery Sergeant Brett Powell, that's the deceased victim, others say and I quote 'Dude looked hella whacked out, off his meds.' end out another quote from the Sergeant's friend 'Sarge looked run down beat to hell had his knuckles wrapped. Looked like he'd gone a few rounds with a sumo wrestler' end quote. MP's reported that Hurley was stood over Powell's body with bloodied knuckles, he saw the MPs and ran out the back door of the bar. That's all it says."
"Does this sound like two other victims we know to anybody else?" Lane asks his teammates.
"It does, what about the medical report the autopsy of the Gunnery Sergeant." Jackson asks as he's still keeping an eye on Hurley's movements inside. He's still pacing, pacing like a caged animal now. Everyone knows what happens to caged and cornered animals. Whatever they do next they need to figure it out fast and do it as delicately as possible. "We need to find something actionable and figure out what to do and do it fast. Hurley's get squirrelley."
"Santiago's right, he could bolt any second." Lane realizes.
This is what Scott is good at working under pressure, disarming bombs with two minutes to go. Lives on the line, people counting on him. "The autopsy report says, Gunnery Sergeant Powell died of a heart attack. There were defense wounds on his body and old wounds barely healed over, three weeks give or take. Powell tried to stop Hurley, his last action before he hit the deck of the bar. He was seen clutching his chest. Hurley may have attacked Powell, but it wasn't the resulting beating that killed Powell. His heart gave out." Scott reports, out. "I repeat Hurley didn't kill Powell, Hurley did NOT kill Powell."
Lane's decision is made up right then and there. That's all he needed to hear. "Santiago and I are going in." Lane tells McGarrett and Lahele. That's an innocent man in there and even more innocent kids. Lane knows just as well as anyone he can't let his emotions rule his actions.
"Watch your six, Sullivan." Scott remarks as he watches helplessly as two members of his team enter a house with a potentially volatile occupant.
The only option that Jackson and Lane have to get into the house with minimal risk to both Hurley and his kids inside are flash bangs.
"Kali be prepared for extraction by east window." Lane tells as he gets flash bang out from his vest. Jackson is doing the same thing at the front right side of the house.
"Copy that Sullivan moving into position, now." Kali leaves Angela with Scott over by where the MPs have set up and positions herself just behind Lane.
Lane keys his earpiece. "On three. 1, 2, 3." Lane and Jackson simultaneously throw flash bangs through the windows and into the house.
There are screams from the kids and shouts and coughing from the inside. Jackson clears his window of glass and vaults through the window. He vaults through the window and right into Hurley.
"Daddy!" A young boy with shaggy brown hair screams out tears streaming down his face. Though the boy doesn't move from the couch too paralyzed with fear.
Lane makes his way through his window, the window that's by the couch closest to the kids. Lane takes off his black helmet and slings his carbine around his back out of his way.
He kneels down by the end of the couch getting down to the kids' level. "Olivia, Mark. My name's Sully."
"Like Sully from Monsters Inc." Mark says sniffling.
"That's right Mark, just like the movie. I'm a police officer, I'm here to take you and your sister to your Mommy." Lane says. Lane quickly looks over at Jackson whose got Hurley pinned to the ground on his stomach, though Hurley isn't struggling at all.
"Like my Daddy. He's a police officer too." Mark tells Lane. Lane right there wants time to stop and rewind go back to this morning. Where everything isn't difficult.
"He is, he's military police." Olivia confirms for her younger brother.
One step forward two steps back. They weren't arresting just a Marine they were arresting an MP, a fellow law enforcement officer. It didn't matter what color their badge is or what it said. They were all on the same side the side of justice. And putting criminals behind bars. Could this day go anymore sideways.
Jackson looks up and over at Lane and the kids on the couch at hearing this. Lane still nods slightly to Jackson to keep his position. Lane than turns back to the kids. "Do you want to see your Mommy. My friend Kali here will take you to her." Lane points out the window where Kali is standing her own M4 carbine slung over her back out of her way helmet also off. The less scary or threatening they look the better.
Both kids nod and make their way to Lane. Lane picks up Mark first and hands the nine year old threw the open window careful of the glass. Kali reaches up takes the boy from her teammate, and sets him down next to her.
"Stay right there sweetie, I'm going to get your sister." Kali tells the nine year old boy and moves to the window again her back turned.
"Mommy!" Mark exclaims at seeing his Mom standing on the sidewalk. Angela braces herself and envelopes her son in the biggest hug ever.
Kali turns around with the twelve year old Olivia in her arms still at hearing the yell of the boy. She breathes a sigh of relief at seeing Mark is just hugging his mom. She can see Angela crying tears of joy and relief. Kali gently puts Olivia down as well and always the tween to run to her mom as well.
Kali knows the kids and Angela are in good hands with Scott and she turns and lifts herself up through the broken window into the house where Jackson and Lane are still with a now handcuffed Staff Sergeant Hurley. Now the kids are safely out of harm's way they can get what they want out of Hurley.
Jackson sits Hurley on the couch where his kids had just been a moment ago. "We know you didn't kill Gunnery Sergeant Powell, we know you're innocent." Lane tells the accused Marine.
"I didn't do it. I didn't do it. I didn't mean to. Didn't want to." Hurley repeats over and over again.
"We know Sergeant. We know you didn't do it. You didn't kill Powell. You're innocent." Lane tells him.
Hurley shakes his head vehemently. "No, didn't want to do it." Hurley urges.
"Didn't want to do what Sergeant?" Lane asks the man curiously.
"Not here." Hurley whispers all of sudden. "Follow procedure." He says a lot more clearly and level headed than before. Lane looks back between his two teammates clearly not knowing what to do, or how to proceed. Than his radio cracks to life.
"Hey you two okay in there?" Scott asks voice slightly elevated with concern.
"We're all good in here McGarrett. We're bringing Hurley out from the back, and walking him out front." Lane informs Scott.
"Copy that." Scott acknowledges.
Lane and his two younger teammates do as Hurley suggests and follow procedure and haul him up from the couch in cuffs. Lane holding one of Hurley's shoulders and walks him out of the house and around the front into a waiting MP cruiser. Jackson and Kali by his side.
Despite the loud cries and yells of protest from a young Mark Hurley at seeing his Dad in the back of a police car. Even though he's nine years old he still doesn't understand why his dad's being put in the back of cruiser he didn't do anything wrong.
Though he must have his Daddy only said bad people get put in the back of a cruiser. Was his Daddy a bad guy, no maybe he just did something a little bad. And he has to go away for a while. Sometimes people when they were bad they had to go away for a while. Maybe his Daddy had to go away for a while, but he'd be back. He always came back to him and his sister Olivia and his Mommy.
"Where's Sergeant Hurley going?" Sergeant Lewis asks Lane.
Lane holding his black armored helmet in his right hand answers the Marine Sergeant. "Agent McGarrett found that Sergeant Hurley has symptoms of PTSD, and a possible untreated TBI, he'll be going to Tripler and he'll be treated, he'll be put on a 72 hours psychiatric hold, than if he's clear he'll be processed and brought up on assault charges. He may not have murdered Gunnery Sergeant Powell, but he did still assault another Marine."
"So this is just another day in the life for you NCIS guys isn't it?" Sergeant Lewis asks as they watch the cruiser with Sergeant Hurley in it drive away down the street.
"There is no average or ordinary day with us." Lane states flatly. "Just like I'm sure you MPs don't have an average or normal days one hour you could be on gate guard duty the next you could be writing tickets, then the next you could be called to a domestic that ends badly."
"Lucky for you even though this call escalated it didn't end badly." Jackson says very straightforward. "Because we were here we neutralized the threat and got everyone out safely."
"What'll happen now?" Sergeant Lewis asks.
"Now?" Scott asks. He's not liking this line of questioning from the Marine MP. Usually the MPs just let them go about their business don't talk much to them after a situation is dealt with. "Now, what happens is none of our business Sergeant, shouldn't be any of yours either." Scott snaps at the young NCO.
Lane gets in between Scott and the Sergeant before Scott can say or do anything else, "You'll have to excuse my partner Sergeant he gets a little irritable when he doesn't eat on time." Lane stirs Scott away from the Sergeant. Kali and Jackson following their two older teammates without a word.
When the quartet get far enough away out of hearing range and back to their truck, Lane releases Scott's shoulder. He reaches into his left black cargo pocket and pulls out a creamy peanut butter snickers bar, and tosses it to Scott. "Here eat this you're not you when you're hungry."
Scott snatches it out of the air with surprising speed with his right hand tears it open with his teeth and bites into the candy bar. Chewing and swallowing half of it in one go. "Hope you picked somewhere good to eat, Jackson. I've only seen Scott like this once before." Kali tells her partner.
"I'm fine you two thank you very much. Now let's go I'm starving." Scott calls from the shotgun seat of the truck. Both Jackson and Kali walk around to their respective sides of the truck and get in. They've barely buckled in before Lane guns the engine, and is speeding down the street.
50 Minutes Later - 1350 Hours. Kamekona's Shrimp Truck, Waikiki, Honolulu, Oahu.
After stopping back at HQ to change out of their tactical uniforms and back into their casual work clothes, the quartet of NCIS operatives find themselves standing in a long line at Kamekona's shrimp truck. If there's one thing you don't get in the way of between two impatient people it's food. Scott sees the line and automatically pulls Jackson to the front with him.
Kamekona sees the younger McGarrett brother approaching and the three new customers behind the man. "New customers Chief?"
"New hungry customers Kamekona, I'll take a shrimp jambalaya plate with an ice tea for me, and whatever these three want I'm paying." Scott gestures to his teammates pulling out his wallet from his back pocket.
"I'll have a sweet and spicy shrimp plate with a bottle of water." Lane tells Kamekona.
"I'll try the hot and spicy shrimp please with an iced tea." Jackson orders.
"How's the lemon butter shrimp?" Kali asks.
"Best shrimp on the island sistah." Kamekona answers.
"I'll have that than with a bottle of water as well." Kali replies. Even though Kali was born in Hawaii she wasn't born on Oahu, and thus never tried Kamekona's shrimp truck or his shave ice.
"That'll be fifty dollars even. Three t-shirts and a tank top for the lady on the house, next one'sll cost you." Kamekona smiles at Kali. Scott fishes out five ten dollar bills out of his wallet and hands over the cash, all his cash he realizes in exchange for the three XXXL t-shirts and medium sized tank top for Kali without a word. Even though Scott's already got three t-shirts at home. "Your order will be up soon."
"Thanks Kamekona." Scott answers and then turns back to his team with the t-shirts and tank top in hand. Jackson grabs the table on the right closest to the truck and they all sit down. Scott hands out the t-shirts to Jackson and Lane and gives Kali her tank top. "Put'em on it'll make him happy."
So the three other members put on their t-shirts and tank top over the tops they're already wearing. Scott pulls his t-shirt over his head and through the arm holes with Jackson's help.
Kamekona calls their order name out ten minutes later and they all go up to get their food and drinks. It's a balancing act for Scott with only one good arm, but he manages not to face plant into a table or the grass which is good. He so didn't need that right now.
After a few minutes of silence around the table everyone enjoying their delicious food, Kali is the one to break the silence. "This is the best shrimp on the island. What does he do to it?" She wonders aloud.
Mouth half full of food, Scott answers. "I think he puts crack in it, I swear."
Lane slaps Scott's left bicep in a chastising way. "Manners you goof you ever heard of those I know it's a foreign concept in Casa de Manville."
Scott fires right back, "Oh I'm sorry I didn't know I was sitting with my wife, I thought you were my partner."
"The way you two act and what Kali and I have seen Lane is so your work wife." Jackson butts in.
Scott gesticulates and points his fork in Jackson's direction. "Hey hey you don't get to talk Mr. single ladies man."
Kali takes a sip of her water and just watches her three male teammates. Forget the McDanno or even McGarrett brother comedy show, how about the three haole comedy show. Okay so Kali knows both McGarrett brothers don't consider themselves haoles since they were born on the island, but if she's going by skin tone alone she can say what she wants. Plus she knows the guys can take a joke.
And Scott speaks fluent Hawaiian, turns out he took a class or two at U of H a few years back. It seems languages come naturally to him. He sounds like a native, sometimes Kali has to take a beat to remember he's not. Not like herself and Havika anyway. He's a caucasian male who just so happens to be born in Hawaii on this very island to be exact.
"Are you ever going to settle down Jackson. I mean you're going to be the big three oh soon." Kali teases.
"In three years Kali I've got plenty of time. Since when did thirty become the new forty I thought it was the other way around?"
Scott isn't really paying attention to Kali and Jackson's conversation, he's got one ear on their conversation and an eye on a guy, two tables away on Jackson's six. The guy's been messing around on his phone since the four of them first sat down. He keeps making repetitive motions with one finger.
Like he's taking pictures. Scott never forgets a face and this guy looks suspiciously familiar and then it hits him. This is the yahoo, shady camera guy from a few weeks ago that Danny ran after at the beach. Though now shady camera guy is dressed slightly more inconspicuous in tan khaki shorts and the most gaudy Aloha shirt that just screams 'hey look at me look at me I'm a tourist.'
This guy just does NOT know how to dress himself. How not to look like he's not trying to watch somebody. Then again he's getting paid pretty handsomely for this little job, so he doesn't really care.
Scott decides to have a little fun with his friend and the shady camera guy. Scott turns to Lane in full view of shady camera guy. "Take off your t-shirt." Scott demands rather out of the blue.
Lane does a spit take, "I'm sorry what did you just ask me to do?"
"You heard me Lane. Take. Off. Your. Shirt." Scott orders sternly. "Play along." He adds in a whisper.
Kali and Jackson both look at their teammate and boss like he's grown a second head. "Boss what are you doing?" Kali asks.
"It's hot out isn't it, Lane looks hot ergo he should take off the layers he's got on." Scott replies easily. Then in a hushed voice says, "Guy on your six Jackson two tables over, he's shady camera guy Danny saw at the beach a few weeks ago. Trust me it's him, I got a composite sketch from an HPD sketch artist the day after the beach incident."
"What he's here?" Jackson asks in shock. They hadn't seen hide nor tail of that guy after the beach incident three weeks ago.
"Keep your voice down and at a normal level. We don't want to attract any undue attention just follow our lead and do as we say." Lane says as he takes the hem of both his shirts and casually lifts them up over his head. Tossing the two shirts on the wooden table top. "I'm gonna get another drink you three want anything?"
"I could go for another ice team." Jackson answers.
"I'll take a water thanks." Kali replies.
"And you handsome?" Lane asks sweetly plastering on a smile just for Scott.
Scott leans over and whispers something in Lane's ear that turns the other man's face beet red from the neck up. "I'll take another iced tea, Laney." Lane just smiles at Scott, a goofy happy smile, at first he hated when Scott started calling him that to tease him. Knowing he hated the nickname it was something after all his sister called him. Now the name easily plays into their working relationship and when they play the 'gay' couple schtick like they're doing now. It's easy fluid, and damn Lane wants to say downright natural. Even though he knows it'll never be.
Lane gets up from the table and turns with a wink to Scott, now being shirtless his badge and gun on his full display on either side of his hips. Kali can't help but look, for a man in his forties Lane is really good looking. Than she remembers Lane isn't just a forty year old man. He's a forty year old man who is an ex-Navy SEAL and keeps in shape like he's still active duty and ready to be called back in at a moment's notice. Even though that won't happen. Both Scott and Lane keep in shape SEAL shape, just because they can, and it's fun to them.
"Is shady camera guy still looking over here?" Jackson asks as he's just watched the most spontaneous display of affection ever.
Scott grabs the hem of his own t-shirts and pulls them up halfway pretending to get stuck. "Yes he's still looking. And now he'll really be looking." Scott says and he pulls both of his t-shirts off over his head being mindful of his casted left arm.
Scott flexes openly and makes his pecs do a little dance. Lane comes back to the table with their drinks and sees the back of his partner's well, naked and muscular back. His sinewy shoulders moving as he flexes his right bicep. "Tryin' to give all of Waikiki a show are you babe? I thought I was the only one who got to see you shirtless?" Lane questions, as he puts the drinks down.
Scott chuckles and pulls Lane down onto the bench seat with him. "Oh you see me more than just shirtless, Laney."
It's a good thing Kali and Jackson didn't pick up their drinks and take a swig right away because what Lane does next surprises the hell out of both of them.
He leans over to Scott and pulls him in for a kiss, and it's definitely not a well Jackson can't decide what kind of kiss it is. Except for it's not one that two straight guys would do. Hell straight guys period don't kiss in public or ever. They're straight right? His team leader and second in command are obviously glaringly not straight. Or they're just really two good undercover operatives.
Lane looks toward Jackson still lip locked with Scott, Jackson is staring at him and Scott open mouthed and gaping. Lane grins, happily not even needing to tell the kid how good of job he's doing, 'faking' surprise he probably is genuinely surprised.
"He still looking over here?" Lane asks breaking the kiss with Scott for a moment. Scott's lips are red puckered and puffy from the intense kiss, and he even feel a little blood on his lip where Lane bit him.
"Oh definitely and like half of the patrons at the shrimp truck brah." Kali notes. "Any longer lip locked with the boss and we would have written you two up for public indecency, on the verge of making out as you were."
"Two gay guys openly kissing isn't public indecency." Lane says easily. "He's definitely our guy, he couldn't stop staring at someone's expansive chest region and those tattoos you have." Lane tells Scott.
"Yeah, it's the tattoos I told you they had purpose, glad it worked, excellent reactions you two." Scott directs to the others at the table.
Scott gets up from the table still shirtless SEAL trident tattoo on his left pec prominently visible and on display as well as a compass tattoo on the lower right side of his abdomen. Lane has a matching nautical tattoo of an anchor on his lower left side of his abdomen. Lane is Scott's anchor to this world and Scott is Lane's compass, he'll always be able to find his way home with by his side.
Scott looks over in the guy's direction and makes direct deliberate eye contact. 'Yeah, I got you, you son of a bitch.' The guy stares back at Scott eyes full of fear. Scott runs toward the shady camera guy and the chase is on. The guy bolts as soon as sees the pissed off SEAL running towards him, knocking people over as he tries to run away.
"Why do they always run?" Lane asks shaking his head amused running after his wayward SEAL brother and partner. Jackson and Kali not far behind him.
"Now this is more like our normal average day wouldn't you say Kali?" Jackson asks as he's up and running after Lane.
"I'm counting this as my workout today." Kali tells Jackson as they're running dodging and weaving in between running and screaming patrons.
Scott is hot on his heels of their POI or person of interest. Scott when he's within feet of the guy tackles him to the ground hard, and he may or may not have hit him with his cast. To get him to stop squirming and moving so much.
Really Scott must make quite a sight in fact he knows he's does. He's a half-naked guy with a badge and gun on his left hip who just full on tackled another guy to the ground. He's also sure he injured his arm again, but he's not thinking about that right now.
Scott straddles the guy's back pinning him down solely with his thighs and he's got his one useful arm and hand around the cuff of guy's shirt. Which he pulls back and none to gently smashes the guy's face into the ground. "Don't move." Scott orders the man. Kali, Lane and Jackson come running up to Scott. Scott turns and looks up at Lane from his position on the ground on top of their guy. "Cuff this numb skull would you."
"You have to get off him for me to do that." Lane reminds Scott. Lane kneels down next to Scott and their person of interest. "Really I don't know why you thought running was a good idea." Lane shakes his head as he grabs a hold of the man's wrists, and the two switch positions and Lane straddles and handcuffs the man on the ground.
By now a sizable crowd has gathered at the commotion that the four federal agents make chasing down a person of interest. Kali's pretty sure at least of the young women gathered are openly ogling her two shirtless teammates and taking pictures of them.
"Alright folks nothing to see here, go back about your business." Kali orders in an authoritative voice.
Jackson jumps in, "You heard my partner disperse." Jackson makes a sweeping motion with his hands getting the crowd to move back and leave the immediate area.
One young lady in the crowd yells out, "Take your shirt off," to Jackson. Yeah that's not happening Jackson thinks to himself.
As Jackson is getting people to leave, Kali sees Kamekona walking towards them. "Um guys we got company." Kali calls back to Scott and Lane.
Kamekona comes up upon the quartet of NCIS agents, two of which are still wearing merchandise with his face on it. "You guys need to get this lolo out of here, he bad for business braddah."
"Why are you following us huh?" Scott asks getting down to the guy's level, Lane having now turned the guy over so he's sitting with his hands cuffed behind his back. Lane with a quite murderous look on his face daring the guy to move.
"I ain't saying shit to you, you faggot pig." The man snarls.
"I look like a cop to you shit for brains." Scott growls in the man's ear.
The man spits in Scott's face, "Go suck a dick you cock loving ass muncher."
Who is this guy and where the hell is he getting his insults from? Lane wonders. Something in Scott just snaps and starts wailing on the guy's face. Punch after punch with his right hand and maybe one or two well placed hits with his casted left arm. He doesn't care if it hurts all he sees is red and it's not the growing amount of blood on the guys' face.
By the time, Lane pulls Scott of the man a full two minutes later, and he's kind of upset he has to pull Scott off the guy. They kind of need him to be able to breathe and speak to question him. Scott's bloodied right hand and left fingers are a testament to where he'd gone in his head to nearly beat the shit out of this guy.
Scott looks down at his right hand covered in blood and wipes it on his bare flat six pack stomach. Shady camera guy looks like absolute shit Kali decides with his clearly busted up nose and puffed out swollen cheeks and fully swollen shut right eye.
Lane hauls the guy up to his feet and sat him on one of the benches nearby. "Agent Santiago watch him, he moves shoot him." Lane says completely deadpan as he walks back over to their table to grab both his t-shirts and Scott's. Even though he knows Scott won't put his on.
Scott is glaring daggers at the man from his position by the table, he turns to Kali and speaks, "Agent Lahele call Detective Williams give him a sit-rep and tell him we're coming over with a POI to interrogate him in his connection to the Manning case." Scott tells Kali. "Call his cell, not his office line." Scott realizes they're probably out to lunch and rattles off Danny's personal cell number he knows by heart. Kali pulls out her phone and starts dialing the number.
Lane walks back over to them now fully clothed with his forest green crew neck t-shirt on, Kamekona's shirt neatly folded and tucked under his arm. He's holding Scott's shirts out, but Scott waves off the shirts in his partner's hand.
"I'm not getting blood on my shirt unlike my brother I don't shop in bulk and buy my t-shirts in a three pack at Target." Lane shakes his head at his partner. Well you should have thought of that before you wiped that pricks blood onto your rippling abs and torso. Lane thought.
Lane turns to address Jackson, "Agent Santiago, get on the horn and call Chief Perry give him a sit-rep, have him and his team head down to Tripler to the psychiatric ward and interview SSgt Hurley. Also, have them take a look into GySgt Powell, something doesn't sit right with me."
"Copy that, Agent Sullivan." Jackson whips out his phone and hits their unit chief's number.
"When you're done calling Chief Perry, call SAC Blackburn and let him know what's going on he has to let us back on the Manning case, and Governor Mahoe has to let Five-0 help us."
Meanwhile Kali is waiting for Danny to pick up his phone. It keeps going to voicemail but she never leaves a message.
Meanwhile at Tropics Bar and Grill 2005 Kalia Rd, Honolulu.
The Five-0 team are enjoying their downtime at the Tropics Bar and Grill. Good food and good company that's always a good combination for one Danny Williams. It's a slow day today a paperwork day as Steve calls them. Danny hates paperwork just as much as the next member of Five-0, but it's got to be done it's all about a proper police procedure.
Budgets, requisition forms, incident reports that sort of thing. Danny not thinking about the still half mountain of paperwork he's got to do. He's too focused on enjoying his nice well-cooked Tropics burger. Tani had suggested since it was a slow day instead of ordering in for the office they got out and she'd pay for everyone. Nobody argued with that when they had a rotating system of who buys lunch if they end up going out. Which is rare, but still Danny thinks that everyone but Steve has somehow managed to pay for lunch except him.
His phone buzzes in his pocket for the third time in fifteen minutes. It's a generic ring tone that came with the phone. He doesn't recognize the number even though it's an 808 Hawaii area code number. It's not Rachael, it's not Grace, it's not anyone at this table, and it's not Scott or Lane. Those two round out the list of people he's given his personal cell number too. So he ignores it. If it's really important whoever it is will leave a message.
Steve hears Danny's phone go off in his pocket and looks toward his partner. "Aren't you going to get that?" Steve tilts his head like a curious puppy.
"No, don't know the number." Danny replies easily and swipes a fry through ketchup on Steve's plate. Steve just pushes his plate over to Danny his burger already eaten all that's left is the green lettuce leaf it came on as garnish.
"Could be important."
"It's not anyone at this table, and it's not Rachel, Grace or Scott or Sullivan. Who could it possibly be."
"Answer it Danno it seems important. Whoever they are have called three times and they don't seem to be leaving you alone." Steve reasons.
"Fine." Danny acquiesces and picks up his phone when it starts ringing for the fourth time almost as soon as the last ring goes out. "Hello."
Kali on the other end breathes a sigh of relief, finally he picks up she thinks. "Detective Williams, it's Special Agent Kalani Lahele, Kali, we met at Scott's son's Aloha farewell party."
Danny remembers the young Hawaiian woman who spent half that night talking to Havika or Agent Santiago. "Agent Lahele, nice to hear from you again what can I do for you?" Danny asks.
At hearing Danny's reply into the phone the table of five goes silent. "Are you out to lunch right now?"
"We are yeah, is something wrong?"
"You could say that, sorry for interrupting your lunch but we've got a situation with a POI in the Manning case and we're bringing him over to Five-0 to interrogate him." Kali tells Danny. That's exactly what SCott told her to say and how to say it. "I hope you aren't busy."
"Oh no, no we're not actually it's a boring paperwork day for us. We can be back at the palace in fifteen minutes." Danny sees Steve nod his head in confirmation.
"Great, Agent Santiago and I'll be over shortly." Kali informs Danny.
Weren't they all coming over to Five-0 headquarters? Danny wonders. "What about Agent Sullivan and Agent McGarrett aren't they coming with you too?"
"Um, no there was a bit of a scuffle with the person of interest and as soon as we clear the scene at Kamekona's Sullivan and McGarrett are heading over to Tripler."
"Ah, okay no one's badly hurt right?" Danny asks worry seeping into his tone.
"Uh no just their prides I think, one of them will call I'm sure if it's something serious." Kali tells Danny.
"Okay thank you Agent Lahele, we'll see you and Agent Santiago soon."
"Goodbye Detective Williams."
Danny hits the end call button on his phone hanging up. "That was Agent Lahele from NCIS, there's a been turn in the case. They need our help."
"The Governor's pulled us off that case and re-tasked us, but I'll call her up and see what she has to say." Steve assures Danny.
Lou waves over the waiter for their table and gets a check for them. "Check please?" Lou asks the waiter.
"Are you splitting the check six ways sir." The waiter asks Lou.
"No, my colleague here will be paying for us." Lou gestures to Tani as she gets out her purse and wallet.
"Of course sir. I'll be back with your check shortly." The waiter walks off to get their check. Lou hands over his keys to Steve. Even though they're only fifteen minutes away from the Palace, Lou now knows better than to argue with the ex-Navy SEAL about driving anywhere.
Their check arrives and Tani pays the bill, and shortly after the Five-0 team are headed back to the Palace to wait for the arrival of the Agents.
Back over at Kamekona's Shrimp Truck Waikiki, Honolulu.
Kali hangs up her phone, and looks back to Scott and Lane. "We got it covered from here, boss. I just spoke to Detective Williams appraised him of the situation and they're be ready and waiting for us at the Palace when we get there."
"Good, the sooner we get this asshole out of my sight the better."
Lane is keeping an eye on their mouthy person of interest, while Jackson is on the phone to their unit chief, supervisory special agent Issac Perry.
Jackson's phone finally connected and the voice of one Issac Andre Perry picked up.
"Agent Santiago, if you're calling to tell me Agents Sullivan and McGarrett have weaseled you and Agent Lahele into a late afternoon surf session..."
Jackson cuts off Agent Perry, "No sir there's been a situation over at Kamekona's Shrimp truck."
Meanwhile back over at NCIS Pearl Harbor Field Office, Pearl Harbor.
A tall, broad shouldered African American man with short shaved black curly hair and deep chocolate brown eyes gets up from his desk and walks around the bullpen. His three subordinate Agents looking at him curiously. His senior field agent Havika Kamaka looking especially keyed up at the phone call.
Unit Chief Perry narrows his eyes and furrows his eyebrows over the phone, "What kind of situation at Kamekona's Shrimp truck?" Isaac asks already feeling a headache coming on.
Jackson gives Isaac a sit-rep and where they are now and how the call out at the Hurley residence had gone.
"Agent McGarrett thinks it's best if you and your team go and interview SSgt Hurley and look into GySgt Powell's death they both could be connected to the fight club case. Both Agent Sullivan and McGarrett are going to be otherwise preoccupied sir."
"What's the address?" Jackson rattles off the address, and Isaac takes a slip of paper from his desk and jots down the address. Tripler Army Medical Center Psychiatric Ward. "We'll be there in twenty minutes." Isaac tells the Agent.
"Understood Chief, and you don't have to worry about us we've got the POI under control."
"It's not you and Agent Lahele I'm worried about." Isaac replies shaking his head and running a head down his face. Than he realizes the other man won't be able to see his frustration. "You'll call with any updates and you're going to call Agent Blackburn, right?"
Jackson had the unfortunate task of calling their boss, and telling him all of what's going on now. "Affirmative sir. It's best to ask for forgiveness than permission. Or at least that's what Agent McGarrett says."
"Of course, he does, we'll be in contact soon." Isaac ends the call with his CRT field operative. Isaac turns to his three team members already gearing up mentally for whatever events are about to transpire.
"What've we got Perry?" Havika asks standing up trying not to show how he eager he is to get out of the office. Given their chosen professions and the likes of who they deal with.
"Grab your gear." Perry tells his Agents. He turns to a young man with light fair skin and short curly brown hair. The young junior field agent is dressed in a navy button up that's buttoned up halfway with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and light blue jeans. "Agent Carson, gas the Camaro."
"Already done this morning sir." Evan replies as he has his black NCIS adorned go bag slung over his right shoulder.
"Well than go get it, and bring it around front. You can drive." Perry tells the over eager junior agent. Over eagerness can lead to making mistakes and making mistakes in this line of work can lead to getting partners and team members killed. It hasn't happened so far in the two years Carson has been on the team, which is good. Perry didn't think Evan would let that start to happen now.
As Perry slings his own go bag over his shoulder, the only female Agent on his team asks, "Where are we going Agent Perry?"
"Tripler Army Medical Center, Agent Seger. Let's get a move on." Perry picks up his stride heading to the exit, Briana lengthening her stride to keep up with her taller boss.
Back with the CRT operatives at Kamekona's Shrimp Truck. Waikiki, Honolulu.
"Agent Perry and his team are heading out and on their way." Jackson informs Lane.
"Good, you better going." Lane tells Jackson. "If he gives you any trouble you call us, Santiago."
"Oh, I don't think he'll be giving us much trouble. But we will if he does." Jackson confirms.
Kali walks over to Lane and holds out her hand for the truck keys. "I'll drive, Santiago."
Jackson shrugs and pulls up their guy by his shoulder from the bench. "Get up, move." He tells him. "Fine by me, Lahele." Jackson starts heading to their truck.
Lane looks to Kali and says, "Try to not hurt him anymore than he already is."
"I'll do my best, if he ends up with a few more bumps and bruises I don't know where they came from."
Lane watches Kali walk to their truck Jackson having already situated himself and their subject in the truck. He watches Kali peel out of the gravel parking lot. Dust and gravel getting kicked up in the truck's wake. Lane than turns to Scott whose sitting on top of one of the tables, a few tables away his hands on his knees.
His clearly cracked navy blue cast on display. Sunglasses now shielding his eyes from the late afternoon sun. Where he had those stashed and how they are not broken Lane has no idea. Must be the plethora of cargo pockets he has adorning his pants.
That cracked cast can't be good, he did fall pretty hard when he tackled their man. Lane thinks to himself. He walks over to Scott and pats him on his left shoulder. "Come on Maddog let's get you checked out."
Scott looks up at Lane and nods, "Okay but you're paying for the Uber." A smile appears on Scott's face.
"Why you've clearly got money." Lane referring to the fact that Scott paid for lunch today.
"Nope." Scott pops the 'p'. "Not anymore Jackson cleaned me out." Scott pulls out his wallet to actually show Lane his empty wallet save for his military I.D. and few other plastic cards gift cards mostly. No cash whatsoever.
"Huh, okay you get off this time."
"Oh really, I doubt that." Scott wiggles eyebrows suggestively. "Then I'd really get written up for public indecency."
"You, uncouth animal." Lane whacks his partner over the head and leads him an arm over his shoulder to their waiting Uber, a silver Nissan.
En route to Tripler Army Medical Center, 1455 Hours, Monalua, Oahu.
Scott and Lane climb into the backseat of the Nissan, and young looking shaggy blonde haired male looks at them, and then back at his phone.
"Oh, my god. My friends will never believe this. I've got the Hot Feds in the back of my car." The kid who clearly can't be any older than twenty-three gushes.
"You bet your sweet ass we're hot." Scott says as he tries to casual readjust himself in his cargo pants.
"What are you talking about kid and can you start the car and drive we're kind of on a time crunch here." Lane urges the young man.
"Yes, right sorry." The young man fumbles his keys and starts the car and pulls out into the late afternoon Honolulu traffic. "I just can't believe out of all the Ubers you're in my car."
"Again, I ask what the hell are you talking about?"
"You're trending on Instagram, sir."
Scott reaches into one of his pockets and pulls out his phone and logs into Instagram. Yes, he has an account, he's human and he has five teenage sons, two of who, Wyatt and Cooper have like every social media account out there. He has to be able to monitor their activity somehow.
"Holy shit he's right we are. Check it out man." Scott practically shoves his phone in Lane's face. The #HotFeds is trending. "Damn Sullivan you look good look at those rippling back muscles." It's a picture of Lane straddling the back of shady camera guy cuffing him.
"Sometimes I hate social media. See this, this Scott is why I don't have social media." Lane says. "You realize Blackburn is going to lose his shit when he sees this."
"No worries Agent Sullivan, we'll get Santiago to take it down before ol' Neptune even has a chance to see it. Jackson's good at this kind of stuff." Scott says. "Not before I take down the name of the account first." Scott takes down the name of the account and then shoots off a text to Steve. "This'll totally beat Steve and Danny's Shirtless Wednesdays. #ManCrush Mondays anyone."
"Um Agents we're here." The young man says from the driver's seat. The two Agents realize they're parked outside the hospital's Emergency Room entrance. The kid looks nervous biting his lip. "Uh could, would you mind..."
"Spit it out kid." Lane exclaims.
"Can I get a selfie with you two, please?"
Scott and Lane look back and forth between each other and the young man. "Can't do that man, sorry, but we really have to go." Lane urges and scoots Scott out of the car.
"Definitely giving you a five-star rating though." Scott hollers back to the young man.
Tripler Army Medical Center - ER, 1517 Hours, Monalua, Oahu.
Brooke has been busy nonstop since she came in this morning, Mondays and Fridays in the ER are always the busiest. She's treats a lot of aches and sprains and broken bones, but there wasn't anything too serious that has come along yet. The most serious injury at least to her was her youngest son Wyatt coming in with a clearly broken arm. He was out dirt biking with some friends and he hit a rather large root in the ground and he was thrown from his bike and landed on his right arm. She's just finished casting him up in a matching navy blue cast to his dad, and sent him and his friends along with the friends' Mom on their way.
"I swear, that boy gets more and more like his father every day. It scares me." Brooke says to one of her friends a fellow nurse by the name of Akela.
"Just be glad it was a dirt bike accident and not some crazy stunt like his old man or uncle." Akela reminds. The McGarrett brothers and their respective work partners are talk of the hospital almost every time they come in here.
"Don't remind me." Brooke groans. "I don't know how Danny does it putting up with Steve."
"It's a special kind of love. I mean I heard they share a part of Detective Williams liver."
"That's true, it's the same with Scott and his own work partner, they were SEAL teammates before they were NCIS partners, and now Scott has one of Lane's kidneys in his body." Brooke does't add that it's his only kidney in his body, and that every time he ends up in here it scares her more than it should. With his health conditions.
Akela hands Brooke a chart. "You've got a broken arm in bed four. Have fun with that one." Brooke takes the chart but doesn't look at it.
A still shirtless Scott and a fully clothed Lane are shown to an empty trauma bay bed, almost immediately as they enter. If not to get Scott's arm looked at so much as to get him tucked away from other prying patients eyes. I mean talk about eye candy, even with the dried blood on his torso. Lane isn't not one to look at either. #HotFeds indeed.
Scott is laying up on the bed sunglasses now pushed up on his forehead, arms crossed over his still bare chest. Lane has taken up residence in the lone chair in the cubicle next to his friends' bed.
"Will you put a shirt on, every nurse that walks by here keeps staring at you." Lane pleads.
"No, I told you I'm not getting blood on my shirt." Scott tells Lane. "Hey wait where are my t-shirts?" Scott asks seeing Lane is completely without his shirts in sight both the one he put on this afternoon and Kamekona's sky blue shrimp truck shirt.
Lane gets up from his seat and looks around the immediate area. They aren't anywhere not on the floor, not under the bed. Lane smiles sheepishly. "Whoops looks like I left them back in the Uber. I must have forgotten to pick them up when I was shoving you out of the car."
"Oh sure that's it. Are you sure you just didn't want to see me shirtless. All you had to say was Scott leave your shirt off."
Lane splutters and fumbles over his words, "What, no that's not it at all!"
Scott looks his partner up and down, and settles to just below the waistband of his jeans. "Well a little one someone's happy to see me without a shirt on."
Lane looks down at his own body and sees the beginning of a hard on, tenting in his jeans. "What this, this is a completely appropriate, reflexive and utterly normal reaction to seeing an attractive figure of the male species." Lane casually explains. Oh real smooth Sullivan. Lane chastises himself.
"Uh huh, so you think I'm an attractive figure of the male species hmm." Scott lewdly replies.
Lane runs a hand down his face. "You're impossible."
"Well if you don't want one of those hot nurses coming in and looking at you. I'd say you need to fix that little problem."
"Oh how do you suppose I do that?" Lane gestures around the cubicle they're in.
"Oh I don't know think of something not sexy and irresistible like your grandmother. Or just go to the bathroom and rub one out."
"I don't think so. This a hospital not a sperm collection facility dude."
"Or you could just go in this bottle here." Scott produces a plastic empty drinking bottle from under his right side.
Lane looks perplexed and then shakes his head. "No, no way am I doing that, peeing in a bottle is one thing, jerking off is a whole other."
Scott leans over closer to Lane as best he can on his left side. "What you did it before. I don't see the problem, honestly."
"Hey hey, that was a one time thing a long time ago, and you said you'd never bring that up again."
"And I never did until now, it's never come up before until today."
"You're loving this predicament I'm in way too much aren't you?"
"Maybe. Maybe not, now make your decision, maybe thinking about one of this hot male nurses will help." Scott swirls the empty bottle in his right hand. Lane gets back up from his seat and walks out of the cubicle towards the nearest bathroom.
Scott isn't alone in his cubicle for long, until a nurse with long blonde hair tied in a high ponytail and Army digital camo scrubs walks in her head down looking at the chart. "Alright Mr.,"
"Hey there, baby doll." Scott says flirtatiously. "Fancy seeing you here."
At hearing that particular male voice Brooke looks up so fast it's surprise a she doesn't get whiplash. "Scott!" She exclaimed in surprise.
"Yeah baby who else do you think would call you baby doll, besides some of those perverted older male patients you get in here. I keep telling you to carry a taser."
Brooke regains her composure. She's a United States soldier a Major in the Army. "That's Major McGarrett to you sailor." Brooke corrects seriously all business like.
Scott huffs like a child not able to get his favorite treat. "You're no fun." He pouts.
"Whose no fun?" Lane asks as he walks back into the cubicle. "Oh, good afternoon, Major." Lane greets Brooke politely.
"What'd he do this time Lane?" Brooke asks in way of greeting sounding exasperated first her son, now her husband. What more could happen today.
"Tackled a suspect and fell hard and cracked his cast. I know I'm just a medic, and don't have x-ray vision so I can't tell if he actually broke it worse or not." Lane as much as he loves to torment his friend leaves out the part where Scott uses his cast as a bat a time or two on the poor guy's face.
Brooke shakes her head at her husband like she's scolding one of her sons. "I thought you were supposed to be on desk duty."
"I am! Really." Scott insists. "This happened at lunch we were off the clock...I..."
"Stop I don't want to know anymore." Brooke puts her head up to stop her husband from speaking. "I'll go get the cast saw, and the portable x-ray, and we'll see what we're working with here. And if I have to call Dr. Carson down here."
Scott looked up and over at his wife. "What no you can't call him, he'll take stars away from my good sailor chart."
Brooke and Lane both at the man in the bed and stare at him, both confused and not sure what the hell Scott is talking about. It must be the heat and the pain he must be delirious. Because what the fuck is a good sailor chart. Brooke leaves to retrieve the needed supplies to properly care for her patient, leaving the two men alone.
Lane looks straight up at Scott in his eyes and not at his naked torso. "Okay what the hell is a good sailor chart?"
Scott laughs holding his left arm to his chest. "Nothing Lane, it's nothing."
"But I want to know now." Lane whines.
"Just an inside joke between me and Dr. Carson alright and let's leave it at that."
"Fine don't tell me."
Meanwhile four floors up on the Inpatient VA Psychiatric Ward
The four NCIS Agents walk onto the ward, and Isaac walks right up to the nurses station. "Good afternoon ma'am. My name is Special Agent Isaac Perry with NCIS, a SSgt Dennis Hurley was brought in here about three hours ago, he was put on a 72 hours psych hold."
"What's your business with the Gunnery Sergeant?" The nurse asks.
"He's a lead in a case we're working and we need to speak with him urgently, ma'am. It's a matter of life and death." Perry tells the woman.
"I'll need to see some credentials and than you may go in. you don't know how many distraught visitors and family members of patients we get in here, on a daily basis."
"Of course, ma'am." Perry, Carson, Kamaka and Seger all produce the proper identification.
"Thank you. SSgt Hurley is in room 410, down the hall and to your right." The nurse smiles kindly at the four NCIS Agents.
TAMC - Inpatient VA Psychiatric Ward, Patient Room 410 SSgt Dennis Hurley.
Isaac knocks on the door of SSgt Hurley, it's the polite thing to do after all. His Momma didn't raise no hooligan. "Staff Sergeant Hurley NCIS may we come in?" No answer. "Staff Sergeant Hurley?!" Still no answer.
"Maybe he's asleep sir." Agent Carson suggests.
'In the middle of the afternoon, think probie." Agent Kamaka tells him.
"Ease up on the guy Kamaka it's a valid assumption." Agent Seger defends partner.
"Zip it you three." Perry orders. "We're going in." Isaac twists the handle on the door knob and turns it entering the room. The psychiatric inpatient ward rooms are different from the medical and surgical ward patient rooms as they're single occupant only and bigger more homey looking.
The first thing that they all see under the light of overhead fluorescent lights is their only alive lead shot dead, in his bed.
"He's been shot." Is the first thing out of Agent Seger's mouth. Now being a former FBI Agent with the behavioral analysis unit or BAU for short. Briana's seen quite her fair share of dead bodies. This is pretty tame compared to some of the really fucked up sick shit she's seen in her time. This is also clean precise, this is the work of a professional contract killer or hitman.
"State the obvious much." Carson fires back. Havika looks back at the two younger Agents. "Sorry."
Perry walks up to the right side of Hurley's bed, he sees blood pooled and seeped through the white sheets around the man's chest. One shot dead center to the forehead shot point blank. It looks like two shots to the chest center mass, but he won't be able to tell until they look under the sheets or autopsy the body. The eyes of Gunnery Sergeant closed shut.
"Oh my gosh!" A nurse exclaims for the doorway of the hospital room. All for Agents turn to face the young woman. She can't be more than twenty five years old. "I...I just came to check and see if you needed any assistance Agents."
Isaac is the first one to react, his feet moving on autopilot to the young nurse. "Miss, let's go out here and have you sit down, alright." Isaac leads the young nurse to a bank of comfy looking chairs down the hall. "Just breathe for me okay. In...hold for 4 seconds Out...keep doing that until you feel your breathing normalize."
The nurse nods. "Okay."
"I've got to go back and deal with Staff Sergeant Hurley and my team will you be okay out here?"
"Yes I think so."
Isaac nods and walks swiftly back to the room where the now dead body of the Staff Sergeant lay. His team hasn't moved much from their spots around the bed. "We need to secure the scene, now." Perry tells his team. Before Isaac can start barking out orders, his team jumps out of their trance like states and take the reins.
"Right." Havika answers. "I'll call HPD, have Duke send some uniforms over here, as well as a SWAT team, and post up outside all main entrances and exits."
"I'll call Agents Santiago and Lahele over at Five-0 headquarters let them now, what's happened." Evan gets out his phone and starts dialing Agent Santiago's number. Isaac looks around at his team a well oiled machine, even if the lot of them haven't been together as long as some other teams. Their whole unit is special and has that extra kick.
"I can get Agents Sullivan and McGarrett sir?" Brianna offers.
"No, I'll do that." Isaac tells her. "You go notify the head nurse out there. We need a total lockdown of the hospital. Nobody gets in or out, tell her everyone needs to shelter in place we don't want to cause mass panic."
"How do you know the murderer isn't already long gone by now." Brianna asks.
"Because, he's a murderer you of all people should know how the likes of a murderer thinks, Agent. It's our job to catch this son of bitch alive."
Brianna knows the double meaning behind what her team leader is saying. She did know quite well how the inside of a murderers mind worked. Not for the reason one would think.
And, now there's a still potentially armed and highly dangerous and skilled murderer loose in the hospital.
TBC...
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