It's a short chapter, but I have not been feeling good and have been extremely busy, but here is chapter ten! I hope you like it! Thanks!

I do not own Hawaii Five-0 or its characters, it belongs to CBS and its creators.

Chapter Ten

Silver eyes slid around all the men in the room, the man sitting in front of her scanning her like she was his next meal. The scantily clothed and pretty women looked at her jealously, as if they were a flock of crows ready to kill her on command. Some other men were standing around, their hands on their open guns, which probably violated about four to ten laws, and glared at her under hooded eyes. They were a mix of races, Japanese, Native Hawaiian, Samoan, and other races that were interesting to see. They all had one thing in common though: They had the same black spear on the side of their neck, in the same spot as Ryuki's tattoo.

Dressed in all black, her shirt showing off her tattoos to make it clear she was like them. Her hair was pinned back in a ponytail, her bangs parting down the side of her face like curtains. And of course, she wore an earpiece that blended in with her skin tone, and that would transfer everything she said and that they said without her wearing a complete wire, and they had patted her down before she entered the hide out, so she guessed they had some problems in the past with that kind of thing.

"So, why do you want to join?"

"Because I want to...? I want to be with you guys, Besides, you got some pretty nice tattoos there." She replied, looking at the spear on the guard next to her. "What's one more, no?" The man narrowed his eyes, giving glances at the girls, and they got up, giving her glares, to which she replied with a smirk and a look over, whistling.

"Not to mention the beautiful girls you got here."

"Um, Steve, what does she mean by that?"

"Shh!"

Alyx almost smacked her ear at that, and gave him her pleasing, but sarcastic smile.

"Just because you have a few tattoos and scars doesn't mean you're all bad, girl."

Alyx stared blankly, before looking at the two guards out of the corners of her eyes. The one to her left was weaker, smaller, and had a small pistol on him, in the back of his pants. The one to her right was stronger, and he probably would put up more of a fight than the left guard, and had a 9 Mil tucked into his back, sheathed well.

So, she decided on the big one first.

Grabbing his wrist, she twisted it behind his back, making him cry out, and she swept her leg, knocking him down flat on his face. When the smaller went after her with metal knuckles, she ducked and grabbed his wrist, punching him in the throat, making him gasp for air and stumble back, and she grabbed his forearm, pulling him toward her and grabbing his pistol from his pants and throwing him down with the other guard, holding both their guns to their heads.

"Alyx! Alyx, report!"

The leader stared at her in shock, and looked up from his men to her, making her grin.

"So, do I get a pass now?"

After "pledging" that she would get the crest of the Killer Blues tomorrow and being loyal to the gang to the end, she headed into the bathroom to update Steve and the others.

"I got accepted, so I'll try and get more information as time goes on, but a lot of these guys are pretty tight lipped." She said as she wiped her knuckles.

"Think you can pick out the weakest one there?" Steve asked.

"Probably." She replied, flexing her hand.

"I can't believe you actually beat them up. See, I told you it was a bad idea." Danny said.

"She got in! That's the important thing, okay?" Steve replied, rather loudly and causing a weird sound in the device.

"Ow, can you not?"

"Sorry." They replied.

"Anyway, yeah, I'll try to get more information and report back to you as soon as I can."

"Good luck, Alyx."

Alyx stirred the drink, taking in a slight deep sniff to make sure there weren't any drugs and then took a sip. The chatter was relaxing, after being surrounded by silence for a whole month, and hearing the music, the laughter and flirty negotiations were... Soothing, almost. There were a couple of hot guys around, but she knew Steve would get a little protective, as she noticed in the past month.

Alyx was snapped out of her thoughts when a whiskey on the rocks sat down in front of her. She looked up at the bartender and he gestured to her left.

"From the gentlemen over there." She followed his finger to see a rather handsome guy sitting at a table in the corner, looking and smirking in her direction. He was handsome, that was for sure. Cinnamon curls, amber eyes that almost looked unreal, dark luscious skin and ripped arms. As far as she could tell, he didn't have any tattoos, but he did wear the black clothing of the Killer Blues, so she wondered if he was also a new member.

And almost immediately, Steve's voice came over the device.

"Who's he talking about? Huh?"

She ignored him.

Instead, Alyx gave the man a flirty smile, shifting in her seat a bit, making her hips show off before turning back and lifting the whiskey to her lips. After letting the golden liquid settle, she heard someone sit down next to her and looked over, seeing the man.

"What's a pretty lady like you doing in a dump like this?" He asked and his voice was smooth, yet commanding, and she liked that for some reason.

"Just got off parole, had to come for some type of beverage." She took another sip of the whiskey, giving him a side glance as he looked at her, obviously impressed.

"I see... What's your name?"

A small smirk came to her lips.

Hank, as he said his name was, followed her out to her "car" because he said he wouldn't make his mother proud if he didn't help a pretty girl to her car at two in the morning. Of course she only had a couple of drinks, so she didn't cloud her judgment and her assignment. When they were talking, she could hear whispering over the device and only got bits, like Danny actually having to calm Steve down when he was yelling that Hank better not touch her or he'd break his wrist. Alyx sort of felt warm by that comment.

"So, can I get your number?" He asked as she played with her keys and she smirked.

"No." Steve grumbled.

"I don't know, can you?" Alyx replied and he looked at her with a mischievous smirk, putting both hands against her car, and leaning in close.

"I'm sorry, may I get your number?"

"No, again." Steve said again and this time Danny shushed him. Alyx slid her eyes down his body: He was tall, probably 6'1 at least, built buff and strong, and... Well...

Alyx resisted the blush that came to her cheeks when he lowered one hand and settled on her waist.

"I figured I could get your number so we could stay in touch, since we're in the same group and all." He murmured as his eyes flicked back and forth from her eyes to her lips, as if he really wanted to kiss her.

She licked them to taunt him, and she could tell he was holding back.

"Hmm... I suppose so." She mumbled, lowering her eyes to his lips, leaning in as if she was going to kiss him.

Then she grabbed the waistband of his jeans, twirled him around, and slammed him against the car, making him gasp at the sudden move. She pinned his arm against his back and her hand was holding his other arm against the car and she could feel his tendons flex.

"But first," she whispered against his ear and she felt him shiver. "I want a little bit more information about this gang."

"FBI, put your hands where we can see them!"