I Did It My Way
Black-Angel-001: so i barely have time to write which means i have pretty much no time to respond to reviews in a proper way. but my mama always said to give thanks when thanks is due so overall to all who have a) reviewed, b) put this story on their alert list, c) favorited this story, d) favorited me, or e) just read it period...THANKS! gives me warm fuzzies to know my work is appreciated :)
I Did It My Way
Kailani Jameson's office was on the fourth floor of an office building in Honolulu. The reception room was light, the walls painted a soft neutral. Her office was just as light and airy, and warm and inviting. Her desk, made from dark mahagony, was near the wall across the door, there were two plush chairs in front of the desk and two big windows looking out over the beach and water offered not only a great view but larger amounts of natural light. She had her degrees on the wall, of course, but mostly there were photos of her family, friends from the precinct in New York, awards and commendations from those years.
Danny looked at it all, then looked at the woman it all belonged to.
Kailani had the look of her mother's heritage, with long black hair, brown eyes, and a golden brown complexion. She wore a suit skirt (and yeah, he was so going to tell Steve that there was someone besides him that wore buisness dress in Hawaii) and kept her hair down, tucked neatly out of her eyes. At the momen, she was reading the divorce file Danny had brought.
She looked up at him, pushing the file to one side.
"What do you expect me to do for you, Det. Williams," she asked him.
He didn't have to think about it too hard.
"I expect you to have my interests. I expect you to not make deals behind my back. I expect you to follow my wishes to the best of your ability and within the law."
Kailani nodded. "That's reasonable."
They talked, Danny telling her about his lawyer in Jersey and what he'd done, his constant custody battle with Rachel.
"The job is dangerous, I know that," Danny said about it. "I know I could di. But that's one reason why I wannt more time with my daughter, to actually get the scheduled time; I may end up dead tomorrow."
Kailani watched Danny's hands as they moved, his expression as he spoke. "Alright, Detective, let's talk some more."
By the time Danny walked out of her office, he had a new lawyer.
The team could tell the slight change in Danny the next day-his shoulders weren't so slumped, he didn't look as tired, and he didn't take as many phone calls, or make them. They were happy things were looking better for their friend.
Danny made sounds of agreement to Michael as he dry swallowed two Advil. His seemingly ever present headache had been growing all day, and honestly, he just wanted to get away from Mike.
A couple of days into the convention, Danny had started to get flashes, impressions, feelings. They were jumbled, fuzzy, didn't quite make sense (yet), but he knew they had something to do with Mike. Danny just kept getting the feeling that something was really off about his old partner. Like now, Mike was talking about an old case of theirs, a drug ring they'd shut down, but Danny kept thinking about a different kind of ring, something involving Mike, something...
Steve and Chin seemed to have the same idea as Danny about something being off concerning Michael. The two stayed away from Mike as much as possible, even told Danny that they didn't trust the man. Danny had scoffed, but warning bells had gone off. Steve and Chin Ho were adept at getting a handle on people, and Danny trusted them, enough that he let them around Grace. So when they came to him with their own thoughts and impressions, Danny payed attention. To top it off, Chin was trying to keep his cousin away from Mike. Yeah he hadn't liked Danny and Kono kissing undercover, but he hadn't done more than glare, well within his right to do so, of course. But with Michael, Chin did everything he could to make sure Kono wasn't near the man. If he couldn't avoid it, he stayed nearby the entire time, body stiff and guarded.
And Danny knew there was a good reason for all of it, he just couldn't think of it.
It was nearing the end of the convention, in the middle of the second week, and Danny went to bed exhausted.
He dreamed.
It didn't make much sense, it didn't even feel like a dream-more like a memory. Danny woke from it with a start, the sequence out of order and confusing, the feeling of a bright flash, a defeaning pop, and heat still on the edge of his conciousness. He went to the convention with it always in the back of his mind, still not quite able to piece it together. Every time he tried, it just caused a bigger headache and left him distracted. Instead of paying attention to the officer currently speaking about the new law being considered about cops having to wear their vests so the department could get government funding (Danny figured wearing a vest was a given anyway), he was staring across the way at Michael.
Michael seemed to sense the scrutiny and turned. His eyes looked around before they locked on Danny's gaze. While brown studied blue and vice versa, Danny took in Mike's expression. He felt like he'd seen it before...
Danny slid into his car, eager to get home after that rough case. Some beer, t.v., cuddling with the girls, that was all he had planned. He looked out the window and saw Mike standing at his own car, watching Danny. Mike's expression was blank, except for the almost gleeful anticipation in his eyes. Then Danny blinked and the look was gone, replaced by his partner's easy grin. Mike lifted a hand and waved. Danny returned the movement before turning the ignition. There was a sudden blinding flash, a loud pop, heat, pain, nothing...
Steve nudged him and Danny blinked. He glanced at Steve then back to Mike. The man was still staring at Danny, still wearing that almost blank look. Then he grinned, gave a quick wave, and turned back to the speaker.
Danny felt sweat begin to trickle down his back, wasn't entirely sure why, and shivered.
Black-Angel-001: progress! but what does it all mean? what in the world did danny remember? how does mike fit into it? what about rachel and the douche lawyer? the team? ... good questions, aren't they? will try to update again ASAP!
