A/N – Hi everybody.

I have a long sob story as to where I have been the last two months, but unless you really want to hear it I am going to keep it short. I was in the hospital and then I went on a vacation because I needed to get away from the stress of it all. I am doing considerably better now, but it's been a rocky road, and you all drew the short straw.

So this chapter isn't exactly up to par. Its more or less a filler chapter, so I needed to get it down, so I could begin to work on the next chapter, which is where it starts to get good.

So if you want any information on anything, feel free to leave a review, or PM me.

FYI - I did not use anybody's beta'ing help for this chapter, so all mistakes are mine.

Disclaimer – I don't own the show nor anything that you recognize. (For example, I do not own Hawaii.)

Enjoy!

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Steve padded his way around the remains of the small, demolished building. It hadn't been a very large structure before the blast, just a two bedroom trailer on the outskirts of town. It was supposed to be a place of learning, a start to a new beginning. Instead, it was the end to two innocent, young children, and thirteen adults, all of whom were parents.

Steve stopped in the center of the blast radius, looking at the ground for any signs of evidence. He was hyper aware of the body bags that lay under a large blue tarp, of his partner talking to witnesses, to the crying families as officers were given the cruel task of having to tell someone that their loved one was dead.

Rubbing a hand over his eyes, he knelt next to the ground, rubbing a hand over the ashes and debris.

"You ok brah?" A mellow tone broke Steve's concentration as another set of hands began to probe the area that Steve was searching.

"I'm fine. Crime scene tech's find anything yet?" Steve questioned, balancing on the balls of his feet.

"Nope. All we have is what Max has found off of the victims." Chin replied, grimacing inwardly at the

"And what did Max find?" Steve asked, standing up, Chin following closely behind as they turned to each other.

"He found fragments of toys in the children's bodies."

Steve's head whipped over to the tent, where Max was solemnly prodding at the remains. "I thought there wasn't much left of the bodies?"

"They were literally imbedded in the bones."

"The bones?" Steve began to rub his temples again. "You have to be kidding me."

"Yea, they were jammed in there tightly-"

"Meaning the bomb was in the toy the kids were playing with." Steve pinched his nose, sighing. It was a morbid thought, and until CSU could more thoroughly investigate the trajectory and everything else that could potentially rule out what they had just suspected.

A crunch brought both of their attentions to Kono, who stood wearily a few feet from the two. "Well, I talked to some of the surrounding building owners, but there are a lot of shady businesses around here. They say it could have been anything from a drug ring to something as mediocre as a prank gone wrong. Why does the governor think this has anything to do with a terrorist plot anyways?" Kono looked to Steve expectantly.

"The governor received an email, saying it was going to happen and then it happened. He said it seemed like a terrorist plot to him. So now we figure out if that's what it was." Steve spotted Danny patting the shoulder of a tall guy with tan skin, and dark hair, presumably a family member to one of the victims and began to make his way to the rest of the group solemnly.

"That was David Rochaol. He was the father and husband of two of the victims. He says most of the people in the classes were just people trying to become more acquainted with American and Hawaiian culture. He says there were always a few bad apples here and there, but most of the people there were pleasant. His wife was one of the teachers, and today was the first time she ever brought their daughter to work with her." The group fell silent for a moment, then Steve spoke up.

"What did he mean by bad apples?"

"Well, there were some women who would pop in every so often, and it's not that they were the bad apples, but rather their husbands and fathers. They were extremists in other countries, and they felt like they needed to preserve their cultures, not add on to it with, and I quote, 'American trash.'" Steve shook his head, as he looked around at the carnage around him again.

"Ok, so let's say it's the extremists, I am going to need records on every woman in that class."

"Uh, boss, you do realize that that is going to be a long list?" Kono asked, looking up at Steve, blocking the sun's rays from her eyes with her palm.

"I will deal with narrowing it down, Chin, I need you to stay here and help with sorting through the evidence. If anything new pops up, I need you to call me immediately. Danny, we need to go have a short chat with Rochaol." Everyone split up, Chin to continue sorting through evidence, and Kono to go head back to headquarters.

Steve and Danny headed towards the crowd, searching for Rochaol. They made it to the police line, separating family members from the rest of the crowd, and began to search for the man. After a few minutes of searching, Rochaol was still yet to be found.

"Where'd he go?" Steve asked, looking around quizzically.

"I dunno. Why would he leave?" Danny asked as Steve's phone began to ring. He pulled it from his pocket and saw Chin's name and picture flash across the screen.

"What do you got Chin?" Steve asked, looking over at Chin, who still stood in the rubble.

"SO the numbers didn't match up, so I went through and talked to a few people myself. Turns out that the teachers name wasn't Rochaol. Her name was Jefferson, and she didn't have any children." Steve looked over at Danny, a confused look on his face.

"What are you saying Chin?" Steve asked, placing the phone on speaker phone.

"I'm saying that Rochaol is not who he says he is." Danny looked at Steve in shock than over to Chin, who was watching the partners from underneath the tent.

"Then who the hell is he?" Danny asked, looking to Steve again as he Steve once again did a search of the holding section.

"I don't know."

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A/N 2- So tada.

More soon guys! Thanks for the reviews and such, you all rock!