Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Hawaii Five-0 characters, all of them belong to their rightful owners. I do however own all of the original characters, but hey? Who's counting?

Authors Note: Thank you sooooo much. Omg, I'm really excited to write this. I fangirl-ed like so hard everytime I got an email. BTW, i don't think i've ever gotten so many emails in one day. Lols, so thanks. A lot of you favourited and story alerted the story, why don't you review? I promise I cry everytime someone reviews. Please make me cry. Let me cry. Oh well, enjoy... I had fun with this. – Jas.

"Hey, Charlie just sent me that picture you wanted." Francesca said walking back into the living room of the Jones household that Mariah had lived in her entire life. The room was filled with pictures of her, her family and the deceased. I frowned a little but took the phone out of Francesca's hands and looked at the screen that displayed a clear photograph of the tattoo that Taylor James had on his forearms.

"Mariah, I know this must be hard, but do you recognise this tattoo?" I asked showing her the phone; she took it, looking closely at the picture and sighing before nodding her head. "I'm sorry, it's just that we don't recognise the art – it could be really helpful." I said rubbing her back.

"It's sort of a thing that he did back in Jersey – we lived there for a bit after college, he got involved with some tough stuff. What does this have to do with anything?" Mariah asked looking at me. "He was a good man, he was innocent..." She trailed off as she noticed the look in my eye.

"I believe you, Mariah. I do, but I'm going to need your help to prove that." I said taking the phone back slowly.

"Anything." Mariah whispered.

"If you remember anything make sure to call us, okay?" Francesca interrupted. I glared at her; didn't she know I was going to ask Mariah some vital questions? She ignored my eyes and handed Mariah a card with our office numbers on it.

"What did you do that for?" I asked when we finally got out of the house.

Francesca sighed, running her hands through her black hair and rolling her brown eyes, she looked at me. "Couldn't you tell? She was a mess, all she wanted was for us to leave her alone, let her grieve. But she believed he was innocent, and if I know ohana, she'll want to prove that. So, she'll call." Francesca sighed.

"Oh, just like that?" I asked smiling at little.

"Just like that." Francesca confirmed putting her sunglasses on and walking over to her car.

"Well then, we're going to need an expert." I said sighing.

"Maybe Charlie knows someone?" Fran asked.

"Yeah, maybe." I said slipping into the car.

We walked into Charlie's office with high hope, he turned to face us smiling. His face always lit up when he smiled, he squinted his eyes in a really cute way and his face gained lines around the eyes like little whiskers, it was kind of heart warming really. "Hey ladies." He said waving us over.

"Hey Char," I said smiling at resting my hand on the back of his chair, "what's up?" I asked.

"Not much, you know me, always on the job." He said looking up at me.

"Well, about that, we were hoping for a favour." I said looking at him and biting my lip.

"Anything." He said. And then I realised how much people throw that word around, anything. Anything could mean... well, absolutely anything! I could've asked him to strip down to the nude and run around screaming about Star Wars, but I didn't. Duh.

"We wanted your help on finding out what gang James' tattoo belonged to." Fran asked leaning into Charlie.

"It was a gang tattoo?" Charlie asked.

"Yeah, that's the weird thing, if this was a gang thing then surely we'd have known it by now. There was no signs pointing to it, but it's our best shot." Fran sighed.

"It doesn't look like any gangs I know on the island." Charlie muttered.

"Yeah, it's from Jersey. That's why we wondered if maybe you could do your thing." I asked smiling.

"My thing?" Charlie asked smirking. "You mean, research?"

"Sure – if that's what they call it. We wouldn't know, we're too busy getting shot at and chasing after people who don't want to be chased!" Fran exaggerated.

"Okay, okay, fine. I'll look into it, although honestly I think its best you ask an expert." Charlie shrugged.

"You know any experts?" Fran asked him looking into his eyes with a dangerous smirk on her face.

"No, I'm sorry, I just can't!" I said looking at Fran who laughed at me, covering her mouth with her left hand as if mocking me with her big shiny wedding ring and hot fiancé who loved her to bits. I rolled my eyes, "You can't make me." I frowned.

"I can make you do whatever I want, but that's not the point," Fran sighed, "you need to ask because we need this information for our case and you need a boyfriend – like desperately." Fran said patting my shoulder. "I need you to get a boyfriend."

"Ouch, that's low. Even for you." I frowned looking at my best friend.

"You're only as good as the cards you pull to get what you want." Francesca smirked at me.

"Don't look at me like that, I'm not doing it." I said throwing the phone at her, she caught it perfectly – one handed in fact. And then she glanced at it and dialled. My mouth dropped, oh no, she wouldn't, I thought to myself. She did.

"Too late, it's ringing..." She laughed evilly, I swear, it was evil. She gasped suddenly and then threw the phone at me. I could feel my face turning red, oh my gosh it hadn't even happened yet and I was already embarrassed enough for all the HPD officers put together.

"Hello?" A female voice answered the phone. I frowned, trying to regain my stance – well, mentally of course – I spoke up.

"Is this Danny Williams phone?" I asked.

"Um, yeah. He's kind of held up right now..." The girl said.

"Oh well, uh." I stuttered.

"Wait a second, hey Danny can you stop making out with Steve and answer your phone for two secs?" The girl asked snickering. Making out with Steve? I wondered.

"You have my phone? Kono!" He yelled and then I could hear heavy footsteps running and a squeal that came from the girl – who had just been named Kono.

"Oh, it's a girl Danny." She giggled panting into the phone. "She sounds pretty."

"Who?" Danny asked and then I could hear Kono sighing.

"Here." She said.

"Hello?" Danny said into the phone, I could feel my face turning red. Oh my gosh, I was such a potato. I couldn't even talk to him on the phone without... this happening?

"Um, hey." I said quietly.

"Diana?" He asked.

"Oh, she's calling?" I heard Steve's voice in the background.

"Who's Diana? Oh, spill! Danny's got a girlfriend?" Kono yelled.

"He wishes she was his girlfriend." Steve snickered.

"Oh god, I need to leave this room." Danny said and then I heard a door shut and then it went quiet. "You still there?" He asked.

"Um, yeah. I'm still here."

"To what do I owe this lovely call? We just met earlier today." Danny said.

"Oh wow, well it's kind of... work related." I sighed.

"Then I'm happy to help." Danny replied.

"Well, it's about New Jersey, some guy I know – Charlie Fong, just so happened to know you and... he thought you could help out." I said waiting for a response.

"Jersey? I'm familiar with the streets. Why?" Danny asked.

"This vic we got, Taylor James, he was murdered and we think it might be some sort of gang thing." I admitted.

"Wow, that sounds more like a Five-0 case than a HPD one..." Danny said.

"I know," I replied, "but we don't recognise the art and his sister pointed us in this direction so..." I trailed off.

"We could, uh, meet and look at it together... If you're up for it." Danny suggested.

I smiled so hard in that moment, I think I broke a couple bones in my face. Fran noticed the smile on my face and rushed over. "I'd love to go out together- uh, you know... for the case." I blushed realising how stupid I was. I mean, if he wanted to be more, I sounded like I wasn't interested and if he didn't I just sounded stupid.

"Tomorrow?" Danny asked.

"Sounds cool." I smiled.

"Remind me to thank Fong, alright?" Danny said.

"I'll remember." I whispered and then he hung up.

"Oh my, you have the face of a girl with a crush!" Fran screamed. "My haole b-f-f is... in love!" She squealed.

"No, I'm not in love! I'm in... a business date with a very attractive man – who works on a task force and wears ties!" I found myself squealing as well. "Okay, maybe a little." I giggled.

"Yeah, a little." Fran smiled. "I think we need to get you something to wear." She whispered.

"I agree."