This story takes place after S2 E1; Steve is out of prison, Five-0 is the Governor's Task Force again, Kono is still under investigation by IA. But that doesn't mean she can't keep busy.
Disclaimer: all Hawaii Five-0 characters belong to CBS, including Chief of Police Mahaka & Sargeant Duke Lukela
My characters are: Vice Agent Vincent Eppes, Vice Agent Jasmine Miena (my-ee-nah), Detective Caroline Walton, Abbie Webster, Laura Hopes, Detective Ikaika Paulo, and Detective Tiko Apo
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"THE BOOTS" Chapter 2
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FOUR HOURS LATER...
"That's five so far." Walton said to her two counterparts. "Seems like we're reelin' 'em in as fast as we can get back here to the sidewalk."
A chain link fence ran along the sidewalk that was designated as their location, behind it the parking lot for a 2-star hotel where they told their Johns they already had a room waiting for them. They had a room alright. It was set up with surveillance cameras and audio equipment. They weren't about to let anyone get away for lack of evidence. Vice agents were in abundance in the rooms to either side, listening and watching their undercover female crew come into the room two at at time, with a John. An unmarked car sat around the corner, waiting to haul the last customer to jail where he would be fingerprinted and photographed, and hopefully never cheat on his wife again, since most of them turned out to be married.
"Have you done this before?" Agent Miena asked Kono, who gave her in inquisitive look. "It takes practice to master heels while walking like this, especially in those boots." She added.
"Nope." Kono answered. "Just lots of practice balancing on a surf board. Who knew it would have such a practical use." She added while waving seductively to a man walking on the other side of the street, a large black van in her field of vision. There were actually two vans, one at each end of the street, manned by Vice agents, just in case something went wrong and the women needed assistance, since none of the three had a place to conceal their gun.
"Well, I for one, am never doing this again." Walton informed them, "My feet are killing me and this push-up bra isn't exactly comfortable." She added, glad that they weren't wearing wires and their colleagues in the vans couldn't hear them.
"Might not be so bad, if you didn't have your badge stuffed between your girls." Kono smirked, Walton nodded, then they all laughed.
"You're lucky if the cleavage comes from a push-up. Wish I could take mine off like that at the end of the day." Miena said, causing Kono and Walton to laugh. "Oh, I wish it was funny. Why do you think I get stuck with this awful assignment every time there's a sting operation?"
Kono couldn't imagine working Vice full-time, she missed her ohana at Five-0 and couldn't wait until this whole IA thing was over so she could get back to working with them. Of course now they had all seen her in this rediculous outfit. Sure, she'd gone undercover before, even on the first case they worked together ending up in her bra and underwear, but somehow this was different. Then she had played a vulnerable girl wanting to help her family, now she played a prostitute out to sell her body for money. It was the job, but it still made her feel dirty.
"Oh goody, here comes another one." Walton said sarcastically, before strolling up to the sidewalk's edge as the car's window rolled down. All she had to do was smile to get the man to ask 'how much?'. "Fifty bucks. Which one of us do you want?" She told him. He nodded, pointing to Kono. "Pull into the parking lot. Room 108."
Two minutes later, "Uh, I thought just one of you was coming." The John said, eyeing Walton as she walked into the room right behind Kono.
The women always went in pairs; the one that had been chosen by the John, and another claiming to be the money collector. The other got to take a much needed break.
"I'm only here for your money. Then I'll be gone and you can have your fun." Walton explains as she flirts, "Unless you wanna pay double and have both of us." He did.
The hours came and went, as did the Johns. It was getting late, or early, depending on if you factored in that it was technically the next day now. They'd made 11 arrests.
THE NEXT DAY...
"It washes off." Miena Says to Walton.
"Yeah, nothing a good bar of soap won't take care of." Walton replies, touching up her lipstick.
"I didn't mean the make-up." Miena clarifies, "I meant the dirty feeling you get from being used in a sting operation like this, from having John after John eye you like the prostitute you're pretending to be. It washes off."
Walton didn't say anything, just nodded. She would take a long hot shower before going home to see her husband and kids.
Kono nodded as well. She couldn't wait to get out of that rediculous outfit and into some 'normal' clothes. She cringed inwardly at remembering Jose telling her that she got to keep the out fit, including the boots. She'd rather burn them.
It had been another busy day for the three women. Sixteen arrests, and they swore it was as if their Johns from the previous day had told all their friends about them, but obviously they weren't making those kinds of calls from jail.
The Vice agents had packed up their surveillance equipment and called it a day. The three women stood on the sidewalk, waiting to be picked up and taken back to the precinct. A black van pulls up and they get in.
AN HOUR LATER, NEAR MIDNIGHT...
"Whadaya mean they're missing?" Steve yells into is phone as he paces his office, running his free hand through his hair. This was bad, really bad.