"Hermione, Dolohov's here on the island," Harry muttered, glancing into the living room of the Burrow through the fire. He could hear Ginny yelling at George somewhere else in the house and grinned.

Hermione's eyes narrowed as she looked back at him, rubbing her stomach lightly. "Dolohov? I thought he was dead or dying in a ditch somewhere."

Harry snorted but shook his head. "No, I'm pretty sure it was Dolohov I saw in the bank doing the robbing. Or at least ordering his minions to do the robbing."

Hermione blinked and knelt closer to the fire. "Robbing a muggle bank?"

"Yeah. I don't know why he's here in Hawaii though. Besides I was in the bank while it was being robbed and… Well, I don't think he recognized me but why the fuck was he there in the first place?"

"Harry."

"What? I couldn't have known that it was going to be robbed before hand. These things just happen to me, Hermione. You know that."

"I received a memo from Kingsley that said you were shot."

"I'm fine! I got shot protecting a kid!" Harry threw up his arms in exasperation, seeing Hermione's eyes soften. "The muggle police forces came in and got me to the hospital in time. I just want to know why the fuck Dolohov was here and why he has muggle minions."

Hermione's eyes narrowed and she turned to look behind her at something and then turned back to him. "I'll look into it, Harry. Kingsley wants me to run PR for some of the newer, more liberal laws that we're voting on next election. So your information might not come asap."

"That's fine. I'll look into it too. I just need to find the leader of the local branch of wizards," Harry remarked, shrugging at the thought. "I'll try to avoid the muggle special forces too. That should help."

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Good luck with that. You look… distracted."

Harry grinned lightly, thinking of Commander Steve McGarrett and Detective Danny Williams. "There was a Navy SEAL in the bunch that breached the bank. He might know who I should ask. We liaise with the muggle special military branches, don't we?"

"Don't go attaching yourself to another muggle military branch, Harry. You already joined MI-6."

"On accident, Hermione! I didn't mean to! Besides, I'm more of a consultant to them more than an actual agent. Though come to think of it, I can totally use my connections there to get info on Dolohov's muggle coworkers, can't I?"

Hermione snorted and waved before closing the fire call. Harry laughed at her knowing frown and closed the call on his end, standing up and looking around at the house he had rented. It was on the beachside of Oahu, in the city of Honolulu, and had an okay view of the ocean. He was pretty sure he had seen a group of mermaids swimming by the other day and had then stayed clear of the water, remembering the second task of the Triwizard Tournament.

Those mermaids hadn't particularly liked him, regardless of whether or not they had been instructed to keep the wrong person at bay. There were only a few magical creatures that Harry liked and none of them were mermaids.

He walked out to look out the front door, watching the main road out of his window and picked up his work phone. There were only a few numbers programmed into his phone and all of them were for MI-6 staff. He dialed one of them and waited for the person on the other end to pick up.

"Where does this Marcel Janku live then?" Steve questioned, watching as Chin and Kono scrolled through the computer table.

"Who is he anyway? Definitely not from the US," Danny added, crossing his arms. "The footage, or at least what we could get, showed that he was not speaking English."

"He is from the Czech Republic," Kono said, sliding the pictures and info on the man from the table to the screens above them. "Flew into Hawaii last week under a fake passport and then we have nothing."

Chin pulled up the footage of the bank robbery on the last screen to the left, pointing to the man in the ski mask at the edge of the group. "This guy… We have no info on him except that he seems to be the leader."

The footage showed all the hostages grouped together at the back and Danny winced, seeing Rachel and Grace in the middle of that group. The guy that had saved Grace's life was in front of them, his green eyes glinting with anger. The scar on the man's forehead drew his attention again, the rough skin jutting downward and branching out like a lightning bolt. The guy had been in jeans and a t-shirt, no visible badge and no visible gun.

The four of them watched as the thieves all seemed to finish what they were doing, slinging the filled packs of stolen money on their backs and circled together, muttering. One of them stepped forward to drag Grace forward only to be stopped by who they now knew to be Agent Potter, of MI-6. Potter's eyes narrowed as the thief yanked Grace towards him and then took a step towards the thieves, glaring at them like they had personally offended him.

Danny watched through the video as Potter slipped Grace behind him and took the shot meant for his daughter, his heart skipping a beat at Grace's frightened eyes.

"Danny?" Steve turned to look at him, his blue eyes narrowed with worry. "Grace okay?"

"Yeah, she's fine. A little shaken but not hurt," Danny replied, leaning into Steve's hand as McGarrett reached out to squeeze his shoulder. He shivered at the touch, watching as Steve looked at him and then withdrew his hand after a minute. Danny inwardly sighed, his heart skipping a beat at the touch and reassurance.

"Your girl's tough," Chin said, smiling a little. "Just like her father. We'll get the men who thought to rob the bank with them in it."

"Yeah, I've been perfecting my kicks," Kono offered, grinning in a way that meant ill for the thieves. "Did you get anything from Agent Potter?"

"He looked funny when I mentioned that the men were local hires," Danny said, glancing at the screen to look at the one man they had info on. "He might be hiding something."

"Or…" Steve trailed off, stepping around them and the table and focusing on one of the screens. "He might be…"

Danny stared at Steve as he stayed silent, his shoulders flexing and curling before Steve froze. "Steven?"

"I need to get in contact with MI-6," Steve finally spoke, turning to look at the three of them. "Meanwhile let's focus on Janku. Does he have a local address?"

"Yes, he does," Chin said, gesturing to the fake passport that the guy had used. "It's on the North Shore."

"5-0! Open the door!"

A yell echoed throughout the quiet neighborhood and Steve exchanged a look with Danny, Chin and Kono.

"Kono-"

"I'll go cover the back door," Kono said, interrupting him and taking off, running around the shabby house and heading for the back.

Another yell filled the night air and Steve's eyes narrowed, meeting Danny's, and kicked the door open, guns out. The rental home had been roughened up, furniture thrown about and blood spatter in the kitchen as Steve walked into the home. He heard Kono yell and then the sound of a door being kicked open, possibly even broken off its hinges, echoed throughout the house.

"Clear!" Chin called out, as they covered the house and met in the middle, the kitchen around them and blood drops spattered over the counter. "There's no one-"

"Boss! You're gonna want to see this!" Kono yelled out, her voice coming from outside the house.

Chin's eyes narrowed and the three of them immediately raced out of the house, heading to where Kono was at a smaller, storage shed behind the house. She gestured inside the shed and Steve pushed the door open, sucking a tight breath at the three dead bodies laid out in front of him. He saw Danny wrinkle his nose at the smell and Chin walk into the shed, stepping around the bodies.

"There's three of our perps," Danny muttered, holstering his pistol at his hip. "The two other guys probably killed them and took the money for themselves."

"I don't think so."

Danny yelped at the words, drawing his gun at the same time as Steve did, pointing them right at the man who had appeared behind the shed. The man, the familiar man, stepped forward into the sunlight and raised an eyebrow at them, his green eyes filled with bemusement.

"Boys and girl," Agent Potter offered, leaning against the shed wall, his lips curling up into a grin. "I found our fourth guy. He was in the basement."

"Aren't you supposed to be in the hospital?" Kono asked after a minute or two.

Steve still pointed his gun at Potter and Danny did the same, echoing his partner.

"It's been a week," Potter retorted, rubbing his chest a little. "I still have a bandage but I've been let go. Laid off. Fired."

Kono snorted at his words and looked to Steve, raising an eyebrow. "How can you be fired from a hospital?"

Potter frowned and then heaved out a sigh, sounding like the world was out to get him. "I was a bad patient."

Danny let out a strangled laugh and holstered his gun. "I've known a few bad patients."

"Our fourth guy?" Steve repeated, lowering his gun and holstering it. "And Danny, what do you mean, bad patients?"

"Oh, of course, present company excluded," Danny retorted, elbowing Steve and glancing at Potter. "Of course our superSEAL is not a bad patient."

"I am not!" Steve argued, rolling his eyes at Danny's expression.

Danny smiled at him and looked at Potter again. Potter was looking back and forth between him and Danny, his eyes narrowed in thought.

"Can we get back to the topic of our thieves?" Steve finally questioned, looking between Danny and Potter. "Why are you here anyway?"

"I presume this is 5-0's case now?" Potter asked, acquiescing to Steve's request easily enough.

"Yes. You said you weren't here on government business," Danny said. "This business of a personal nature?"

Potter tilted his head before tentatively shaking his head. "Not so much. It's now a bit of both anyway. That fifth man is wanted by the British government, has been for sometime. He broke out of prison two months ago."