Steve came from around his desk and walked out to the common area of the station as Sarah, Jacob and his mother all came walking down the hall. Danny and the others joined him, all anticipating this day. They had been planning it for over a week and everything was in place.

They looked at the small boy who had on jeans and a blue T-shirt with HPD printed across the front in bold white letters. Sarah had had it made for him. He was six but didn't look like a typical six-year old. He wore a University of Hawaii baseball hat, but underneath you could clearly see he had no hair. His eyes were blue and stood out because his eyebrows were also missing due to his recent doses of chemotherapy. He looked smaller than six and his skin was pale but it was the excitement on his face as he took in his surroundings that took away from everything that was negative in his appearance. He literally glowed with anticipation of the day.

"Hi Jacob," Steve said, bending over to his level. "I'm Commander McGarrett." He stuck his hand out. "Nice to met you."

"Hi," he said, taking his hand and shaking it, but his eyes were fixated on the gun and badge on his hip.

"Hey, nice grip," Steve said, looking over his shoulder at Danny. "He's pretty strong."

"Good," Danny said, kneeling down on one knee in front him. "We need an extra pair of hands around here today." He reached his hand out. "I'm Detective Danny Williams. Let me see that hand shake."

Jacob moved in his direction, looking at his badge and gun too. "Hi," he said, shaking his hand.

Danny eyed him playfully while he shook his hand. "Quick, Jacob! What is the first thing you say to a bad guy when you want him to stop moving?"

Jacob's expression became bewildered as if he were confused at first by the question but his eyes came alive as he quickly blurted out the answer. "Freeze!"

Steve and Danny both looked at each other and nodded.

"He'll do," Danny said with a serious expression.

Steve squatted down in front of him. "We have a little problem today Jacob. We weren't supposed to have any cases today because you were coming, but the Governor called a few minutes ago and he needs us to look into a robbery that occurred. It has to be solved today. Would it be all right if you came along with us instead of staying here at the station?"

His mouth hung open with shock over the idea of spending the day on a real case. He looked up at his mother who nodded her approval, knowing the plan already. He slowly nodded his head as he wrapped his mind around the thought of seeing a real crime scene. "I won't get in the way," he promised.

Steve and Danny both smiled. "We work as a team around here," Steve said, "so if you come with us, then you are apart of the team and we need to know if you have something to say. So you have to promise to speak up if you see something. Okay?"

He couldn't believe his good luck. "Okay," he said almost breathless. "I know what to do. You can't touch anything without gloves on and you have to look for fingerprints."

"He's smart," Chin said, kneeling down next to Steve. "I'm Detective Chin." He motioned to Kono who squatted down too as all four of them hovered around him at his level. "This is Officer Kono."

"How you doing Jacob?"

"Hi," he said, shaking their hand too, his eyes darting back and forth to all of them, seeing each one of them as hero in his eyes. They were larger than life.

Steve stood up, "We have to make this official if he is going to be with us today." The others joined him as they stood, all facing Jacob as he stared up at them. "Jacob Maloney, raise your right hand."

He went to raise his left and then paused, trying to remember which was which. He held a pencil in his right hand, he knew that and quickly switched hands, checking with his mother for approval. She nodded, trying to look serious. He focused back on Steve with his hand up.

"Do you solemnly swear to uphold the laws of the State of Hawaii and be apart of the Five 0 team and promise to help in any way possible to solve the crimes that will be put before you on this day?"

Jacob nodded.

Sarah leaned down, whispering to him. "Say, I will."

"I will!" he quickly added.

"And do you also promise that you will serve and protect the duties of the office you are about to enter and to protect the people who you will be serving with?"

Jacob's eyes widened as he swallowed, "I will."

"Then Jacob Maloney," Steve saluted him, "welcome to Five 0."

Chin squatted down and clipped a badge on Jacob's belt. "Welcome to the team."

Jacob touched it carefully as if it might break, rubbing his fingers over the emblem. "Look Mom!" He turned to her, sticking his hip out, showing it off.

She smiled over his excitement as tears welled in her eyes, knowing how much this meant to him. "You have a very important job to do today Jacob. Be respectful."

"I will," he nodded. "You don't have to stay Mom," he told her, feeling confident with his new friends.

She looked at Sarah as they smiled to each other. On the way in he had made her promise to stay with him, incase he got scared.

"Okay, I'll pick you up later," she said, bending over and kissing his cheek. "You get those bad guys."

He hugged her around the neck. "We will. Bye Mom."

Steve walked with she and Sarah to the exit as the others took Jacob to Danny's office.

"I can't tell you how much I appreciate this," she said, glancing over her shoulder hearing him laugh. "He hasn't been this excited about anything in a long, long time."

"Trust me," Steve assured her, "we're going to have just as much fun as he is."

Sarah turned to him before leaving; "Have fun," she grinned, knowing him and also knowing his words were true that he was going to have just as much fun as Jacob. The enthusiasm and enjoyment that he held while they planned it out was undeniable. She had to reel him back on a couple of ideas as he tried to talk her into letting him do a car chase. She put her foot down on that, reminding him again that Jacob was only six. Still, she was glad she had brought him on board and was already impressed by his easygoing nature with the boy. It was a shame she thought, wondering if he would ever settle down, he'd make a good father. She pointed at him as they left. "He's six," she reminded him again.

"I know," he said annoyed, but with a smile. "His gun won't be loaded." He winked at her as she glared at him. "I'm kidding."

She waved a finger at him angrily for scaring her like that.

Steve handed Jacob a pair of black surgical gloves as they approached Kono's front door. They used her house as the crime scene and one of she and Steve's surfing buddies had volunteered to be the bad guy who was meeting them at Kamakona's stand at two o'clock for the take down.

"What are we looking for Jacob?" he asked.

"Umm," he said trying to concentrate on that question and get the sticky glove on his hand.

Steve looked down and stifled his laugh at the sight of his little fingers that were in the wrong holes on the glove. He stopped and knelt down on one knee in front of him, taking the glove back off. He held it open for him to just slip his fingers in. "Here, now try."

Jacob grinned as the glove went on easily. He answered his question for him as they did the same with the next hand. "We need to look for finger prints and how he got inside and what they took."

"Good!" he replied impressed. "You do know your stuff don't you?"
"I watch a lot of police stuff. I want to be a policeman when I grow up."

Steve looked up at the pale and sickly face of the young boy, hoping his wish would come true. "Well today you are." He stood up and motioned for him to go inside first, "so let's get to work."

Each one of them walked Jacob through a job in the house. Danny showed him how to take prints off the backdoor knob. Kono and he took pictures of the shoe print in the mud by the back door and matched it up with the mud track on the kitchen floor. Chin and Steve both walked him through the house, explaining how they would look for evidence and clues that could lead them to the bad guy. Steve picked up a used napkin off the floor in the living room from Kamakona's shrimp truck and examined it. "What do you think?" he asked Jacob. "Is this from the owner of the house or maybe from the criminal?"

Jacob looked it over closely, bracing his hands on his knees, not touching it but just scanning it with his eyes.

Steve and Chin smiled at each other over the intensity on his face.

"I don't know," he said, "we should keep it though and see if there are any prints on it?" He looked up at Steve for clarification.

"Or, if maybe he wiped his mouth on it? Then we would have what?"

Jacob knew that answer, he'd heard it lots of times but just couldn't think of the three letters. "PDA?" he asked with a scrunched up face, not sure if that was right or not.

"Close," Chin said. "DNA."

Jacob focused back on the napkin and nodded. "It looks like there might be some DNA on here."

"Bag it Jacob," Steve ordered.

Jacob took out a small bag from the police kit that Steve had put together for him. It consisted of evidence bags, a pen, more gloves, a pair of handcuffs and a candy bar. Jacob took out the bag and opened it as Steve dropped it inside.

"Now you have to tag it."

He took the pen and knelt down on the floor, laying the bag out flat so the white label part was lying flat. He took out his black marker and looked up at them. "What should I write?"

"Napkin," Steve said.

Jacob's face looked confused.

"How about just DNA?" Chin offered up knowing he probably didn't know how to spell napkin.

"Ok," Jacob said, carefully writing out the letters.

Steve slapped Chin on the arm and nodded as if saying good catch.

"I think we're done here Jacob. What do you think?" Steve asked him.

He looked up at him. "Maybe we should talk to the people next door. Maybe they saw someone come in."

They both looked at each other, not prepared for that. The kid defiantly knew his stuff. "Well it happened in the morning while everyone was at work," Steve said, "and no one called it in, so I don't think the neighbors saw anything."

Chin agreed, hoping to throw Jacob off. "I think you're right Steve. I think that's a dead end, but a good suggestion Jacob."

"We need to head back to the station and get the fingerprints in the system and check for any DNA on that napkin," Steve said as if that was an urgent task.

"Ok," Jacob agreed, forgetting about the neighbors. "Here's the napkin." He held the bag up for Steve.

"Keep that evidence in your box for safe keeping."

He was thrilled to be given such an important task, knowing without evidence that the criminal could go free. "I won't lose it," he said confidently, closing the top to his supply box and holding it with both hands.

Steve and Danny squatted down behind the Camaro with Jacob next to them. Chin and Kono were on the other side of the parking lot at Kamakona's Shrimp Truck, waiting to finish out this imaginary crime they had arranged for Jacob.

"That looks like him," Danny said, holding up the picture of Steve and Kono's buddy they printed back at the station after pretending to run the prints. He showed it to Jacob. "What do you think?"

Jacob looked at the picture and then carefully peeked his head over the hood of the Camaro at the man sitting on the bench, eating shrimp out of a Styrofoam container. He quickly ducked back down again, "That's him!" Jacob nodded enthusiastically, "It's him!"

Steve spoke into his radio to Chin and Kono. "He's our man. Blue shirt, white shorts, siting at the picnic table."

"Roger that," Kono replied.

"Ok," Steve said, looking over at Jacob, "Danny and I are going to go in and take him down and then I want you to come in and read him his rights."

"Me?" Jacob asked wide-eyed. "You want me to do it?"

"Yes," Danny said, "you are apart of the team aren't you?"

Jacob nodded, grinning. "Yes."

"If you don't think you can," Steve started when he was interrupted.

"I can do it!" Jacob quickly jumped in, not wanting to miss this opportunity. "I know the words."

"Ok then," Steve grinned over at Danny. "Let's do this."

They both stood up as Steve put a hand on Jacob's shoulder telling him to stay. "As soon as we get him down, you come out. Got it?"

"Got it," he said, "you guys be careful."

Danny bent over to him. "If he comes this way, show him your badge and tell him to freeze! All right?"

"Ok," he said almost breathless over the situation they were about to encounter.

Steve and Danny walked over toward Duncan as Jacob watched over the hood of the car.

"This is going pretty well," Danny chuckled.

"I know. He seems to be having fun."

"He's eating it up."

"Wait until he gets to make the bust," Steve grinned, "I hope Duncan pulls this off right. It'll be the best part of the day."

Just then Duncan looked up at them as they approached. He looked beyond them, seeing the kid behind the car.

"Hey!" Steve said to him, speaking loud enough for Jacob to hear. "Duncan Higashi?"

Duncan stood up, "Yeah, who wants to know?"

"Five 0," Danny said, showing his badge. "You're under arrest."

A group of bystanders looked startled over the situation unfolding, which only delighted Steve and Danny, adding to the drama.

Duncan turned and ran toward the shrimp truck, picking up a garbage can and tossing it in their direction. He made his way around the other side as Steve and Danny went after him, trying to make it a good show. He came around the other side and toward Danny's car with the two of them right behind him. Jacob stood up from behind and held his badge up, "Freeze!" He screamed and then backed up away from him just as quickly.

Duncan froze in his tracks, acting surprised just as Steve and Danny both grabbed him from behind and laid him out on top of the Camaro, face down.

"Nice job, Jacob!" Steve said, holding Duncan by the back of the neck, forcing his head down.

"Hey," he whispered to him. "A little less force."

Steve let up as Danny turned his head trying to stifle his laugh.

Steve pulled him back up as Duncan gave him a look. "Sorry buddy," Steve mumbled to him. "Had to make it look good for the kid."

"That's going to cost you another pitcher of brew," Duncan whispered back and then continued on with the game. "What the heck is some kid out here doing your job?"

"This is Jacob," Danny said, putting a hand on his shoulder. "He's a new team member and he out smarted you didn't he, stupid?"

"I could have got away if it wasn't for him," Duncan growled.

Chin and Kono came running up. "Nice job Jacob!" They both praised him.

Jacob stood next to Danny as Steve put the cuffs on him, making sure he didn't do it too tightly. "You got something to say to him Jacob?"

He looked up at Steve and then over to Danny and the others.

"Go ahead," Danny nudged him. "You know the rules. He has to hear his rights."

"Yeah!" Duncan said angrily, "I have rights, but what are they?"

Jacob took in a deep breath and began the ritual he'd said over and over while playing. "You have the right to remain silent…"

The bystanders, who thought they were getting a real life encounter, quickly realized the situation at hand and a couple of them clapped over his efforts.

Steve smiled over at the other three as they all grinned over the success of their mission for the day. Kono held up her cell phone, recording it for his mother to see. He got through the wording doing the best job he could, considering he was only six. Duncan bent his head at one point, trying to act mad but was more or less trying to hide his smile over Jacob's serious nature. He truly believed with all his heart he was making the bust.

Steve handed him over to Chin and Kono. "Take him back to headquarters and book him."

"You got it Boss," Chin said, bumping fists with Jacob. "Nice job today. You were a lot of help."

"Thanks," Jacob said almost bouncing off the ground with excitement. "You did good too."

"I'm thirsty," Steve said, "who's up for some shaved ice to celebrate the closing of this case?"

Jacob looked up at him, raising his hand. "Me!"

"Okay Buddy." He put a hand on his shoulder, guiding him over to the shrimp truck. "What's your favorite flavor?"

"What kind do you like?" he asked.

"Hmm," Steve thought, not having a shaved ice in years. "I think it would have to be banana and strawberry."

"I like that," Jacob announced, wanting to emulate him. "I'll have that too."

Steve glanced over his shoulder at Danny, "What about you? Tuttie Fruttie maybe?" he grinned at him teasingly.

Danny caught the plug but didn't give him the satisfaction. "There is only one flavor of shaved ice, and that's vanilla."

"Vanilla?" Steve laughed. "Come on Danno, live a little. Throw some kiwi or mango in there."

"You eat yours your way and I'll eat mine my way. Don't knock it till you try it."

"I like vanilla too," Jacob blurted out.

"See, "Danny put a hand on his shoulder. "I think I found a new partner."

Steve turned and picked up Jacob under the arms; lifting him until he they were eye level. "Hey! Are you trying muscle in on my job?"

"No!" Jacob laughed.

"You better not be." He gently shook him, making him laugh even harder.

"Can I come back again sometime and help you with another case?" he asked as Steve set him on the top the picnic table in front of the truck.

"Sure," Danny said, "you're one of us now."

"Hey," Steve said, getting out his wallet, "have you ever been fishing Jacob?"

"No."

He glanced over at Danny with raised eyebrows, asking his permission.

"How would you like to come with us this Saturday?" Danny said, holding his hand out for money from Steve. "We're taking a friends boat out and if your Mom is okay with it, you can come along."

"Yes! Yes!" he said with wide eyes.

Steve held his cash out, showing he only had a hundred. Danny snatched it from him. "I'm sure he's got change. He just finished the lunch shift."

"I want the change back too," Steve said adamantly as Danny walked toward the truck.

"Are we going out in the ocean to fish?" Jacob asked.

"Yep. Sarah is coming too."

"Yay! I like Sarah. You have to make my Mom say yes," he begged. "Please! I want to go real bad."

Steve laughed over his enthusiasm, "I'll do my best." He knew it was just Jacob and his mom and that there was no Father in the picture. He wasn't sure if he even lived on the islands. Jacob hadn't mentioned him all day and when speaking with his Mother, Sally, over the details she hadn't either. A kid that age needed that male figure in his life. Steve still remember fondly fishing and hiking adventures his Dad used to take him on around that age and felt the urge to do the same for Jacob. He was a good kid; behaved, polite and loved an adventure, which only delighted Steve to no end. He liked Jacob Maloney, probably more than he did most adults.