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When Steve pulled into the small car park, he could see that the area was already buzzing with activity. People in uniforms were scurrying around, setting up perimeters and trying to keep back the growing crowd of spectators.

Amongst the chaos that always graced crime scenes, he spied his partner, talking to the medical examiner. As he climbed out the cab, this time wary of his stitches, Danny looked up at him, and instantly began scowling.

"What did I tell you about hanging up on people?" The Jersey native called over, as he headed in his direction.

"What can I say? There was a tunnel," he lied, unsuccessfully.

"Of course there was. How was the devil woman?" This was a nickname that the two of them had adopted for Maria.

"About as good as you'd expect. How does her asking me about my family help me 'cope' with getting shot?" Though he wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of admitting it, Danny knew that Steve was right. Maria had deemed it necessary for Danny to tell her every little fact about his relationship with his daughter, as though that was going to help him get over the fact that him and his partner had been tortured half to death.

"Maybe you could cooperate with her and she might let you off the hook?" Danny suggested with a smug grin. Steve threw him a glare.

"Yeah, that would work. I get the feeling that she's going to report to the governor that I need to go to therapy every week for the rest of my life, just to watch me suffer. Anyway, what can I tell her about my life? Most of it I've been forced to swear never to speak of." He had a point. "Anyway, what have we got here?" Danny automatically fell into work mode.

"Middle aged man, looks native to the islands. No ID yet, but Kono and Chin are running background checks. CSU are sweeping the whole area for evidence, but thanks to the tide it's unlikely that they'll find anything. Our ME says that time of death was about one or two o'clock this morning." Steve nodded along, taking in the information and committing it to memory.

"Cause of death?" He inquired.

"Unclear so far. We'd need a post mortem to be sure, but it doesn't appear to be drowning. There is defensive bruising."

"So there was a struggle." Danny nodded at him. Steve bit his lip slightly as he looked around the scene, trying to piece together a scenario in his head. It was impossible however, without more information. "Who found the body?" Danny had to check his notes briefly.

"One Carl Evans. He was out for an early morning run when he stumbled across the body in the surf." A look of disdain crossed his face. "I mean, who runs on the beach? At seven in the morning? You'd have to be crazy."

"I run on the beach in the mornings," Steve retorted with mock hurt in his tone. Danny just grinned.

"Case in point, babe." Steve rolled his eyes at him, but smiled. "Evans is currently with one of the officers. He wasn't coping too well with the shock." His voice had dropped slightly in sympathy. The ex SEAL offered a grim smile.

"I can imagine. Can we speak to him yet?" Danny nodded to a police car on the road. The back door was open and a figure was perched on the edge of the seat, his head between his knees, and his chest heaving with what appeared to be sobs. "Maybe not just now," Steve conceded quietly. He turned, his eyes landing on the white sheet that was currently concealing the body. Moving closer, he ensured that he was between the body and the watching public before pulling back the corner of the sheet to see his face.

What he saw was not pleasant. It was obvious that the body had been in the water for a while, and the skin had creased up and turned a horrendous shade of grey. The eyes had been closed, which was a small mercy. Steve had, obviously, seen dead bodies before; in his line of work it would be impossible for him not to have. But this was worse: He knew this man.

"Steve?" Danny's voice penetrated his mind, and without knowing it, he provided the lifeline to bring Steve back to himself. "You're looking a little green."

"His name is Benji Komua." Steve's voice was quiet, strained. For half a second his partner frowned, then all the pieces flew together within his mind.

"Shit, you knew him? I-" He wasn't quite sure what to say. "I'm sorry Steve." That seemed to be the safest option. His partner nodded absentmindedly, then pulled the sheet back down. He couldn't stand to look at that face any more. Standing back up, he turned to Danny.

"We went to school together, on the island. He stayed in touch." He mumbled something then, that Danny didn't quite catch.

"Sorry, what was that?"

"Nothing." Steve said abruptly, turning and striding back over to his truck. Confused, his partner followed in his wake. Leaning through his still open window, the ex SEAL stretched out to grab his phone from the seat where he had left it, but something caught his eye. There was a small white envelope sitting on the dashboard that definitely wasn't his.

Carefully he pulled it out. His name was scribbled on it hastily, the letters smudged. Aware that Danny was looking over his shoulder – more like peering around his elbow, but hey – he opened the letter and yanked out the sheet of paper. This time it wasn't handwritten, but had instead been typed on a typewriter, but this wasn't what Steve was seeing. It was the words themselves that caught his attention.

'And the sunlight clasps the earth,
And the moonbeams kiss the sea,
What are all these kissings worth,
If thou kiss not me?'

"Who gave you that?" Danny looked just as confused as Steve.

"I don't know." He glanced around to see if there was anyone hanging around, but all he could see were the police officers. The public was being held back over thirty meters away.

"Do you think that it has something to do with this case? It seems likely."

"Almost certainly. It's from a poem by Shelley. It was Benji's favourite poem at school, he did an entire project on it at one stage."

"What does it mean? Why would someone give you the poem?" Steve just shrugged at him. "We should get the letter to the lab, it might have prints." The ex SEAL nodded and climbed into his truck.

"My house is a few blocks from here, follow me there and I'll dump my truck," he told his partner through the open window. Danny just nodded. In truth he was slightly worried by the strange blankness that had graced Steve's face since he had seen the body. He could understand why it would be a shock to the ex SEAL, but he had never seen him quite so... hopeless. That was the only word that fit his partner's expression at the moment, and it was terrifying.

In his rear view mirror, Steve saw Danny watch him for a moment more before turning and heading towards his camero. He had already worked out that the Jersey native was worrying about him, but for now he'd really rather Danny would just let it go. As if.

But if Danny started asking questions, what could he tell him? The truth?

'Hey, by the way, this murder? Yeah, this is all my fault.'

Because that would work.

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So what are we thinking? I've sort of decided that this story is going to be quite psychological, so you might want to take note of every little detail :P Anyway, I hope you continue to enjoy it!