The ride to Wai'anae was uneventful. The silence was broken every few minutes by a few choice words from Danny regarding just how he felt about tracking down Stan, but Steve let him rant. He knew that the strange relationship that Danny had with his ex-wife and her husband was awkward at the best of times, and that wasn't even taking recent events into account.

Rachel and Grace had left Stan and Hawaii behind when she believed that the baby she carried belonged to Danny, only to return to both once it was discovered she was farther along than she thought. If that wasn't enough, Danny had volunteered to help deliver said baby when Rachel went into labor and Stan was out of town. Though he had insisted that he was okay with the situation, Steve knew otherwise. The final nail in the coffin was when Grace had been kidnapped, and Danny had been forced to shoot Stan to save his little girl. The resulting fall-out was subdued when Stan refused to press charges, understanding that Danny was only doing what he thought was best, given the circumstances. But the tension remained. The strain of all that had happened over the past several months never truly went away.

And now they were venturing out to find him because, in Steve's opinion, Danny could never say no to Rachel. Nothing of what he knew of their past together gave Steve any reason to think otherwise. Steve wondered how long it would take for Danny to truly let go of his wife. Would he ever?

"There."

Steve slowed as Danny pointed out the windshield. They pulled to a stop at the side of the road, right behind Stan's parked Mercedes. Steve cut the engine and he and Danny climbed out of the Camaro. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary as they made their way toward the other car, but Steve scanned the area to be sure. It wasn't a particularly bad part of Oahu, but it was not a place he would expect to find a wealthy businessman.

"Empty." Danny reported from the driver's side. "But his phone's inside."

Steve bent at the waist to peer into the passenger's side window. Nestled on the floorboard near the brake was Stan's phone, as well as what appeared to be his wallet and a pair of sunglasses. Steve tried the handle and was surprised to find the door unlocked. Danny followed suit opposite him and soon they were peering at one another through the interior of the car.

"Shit," Danny swore as he stood and pulled out his cell phone.

"Yeah," Steve agreed as he took in the dried spattering of blood within Stan's car. "This just became a crime scene."

It didn't take long for HPD's crime scene unit to diverge on the scene and begin processing the evidence. Kono and Chin joined up with Danny and Steve as they oversaw the work being done and began to piece together a timeline for Stan's disappearance.

"According to his secretary, Stan was still in the office when she left at six thirty yesterday," Kono reported. "She said that there was nothing on his calendar for the evening, and that as far as she knew, he was the last person in the office."

"Okay, so he works late, gets in his car, and drives here," Steve stated as he pointed toward the car now swarmed with CSU's technicians. "But he and Rachel live in Kahala."

"Yeah, this definitely isn't on his way home," Chin pointed out.

"So why come this way?" Kono asked.

"Maybe to pick up some dinner?"

"Here? It's in the opposite direction of his house. Besides, I can't see him eating at Faith's Place or Hello Sushi, can you?"

"You're probably right. A business meeting?"

"A different kind of meeting?" Kono insinuated.

As the two cousins tossed around ideas, Steve looked over to his partner, suddenly noticing his absence. Danny stood a short distance away, looking vaguely out toward the direction of Stan's car. By this point in the process, it wasn't unusual for Danny to throw in his own theories on the reasoning behind a victim's disappearance or a hypothesis or two about a person's deviant behavior. But Steve understood that this was different. The victim in this case wasn't an unknown. For Danny, this was personal.

"Are you suggesting he was having an affair?" Danny asked as he reappeared by Steve's side, finally inserting himself into the conversation.

"No, Danny, I just…" Kono blushed, but Danny waved her off.

"Don't worry about it. You're right. There could be any number of reasons why Stan came out here. Let's check his phone records in his office and on his cell. See if he received any calls before leaving." Kono nodded and headed out as Danny turned toward Chin. "Chin, can you…"

"Get access to his e-mails and office calendar? I'm on it."

Danny managed a small smile as Chin jogged away to catch up with Kono.

"Look, uh… Steve, can you look into someone for me?" Steve nodded, and Danny continued. "His name is Bruce Hoffman. He's a housing commissioner that Stan has a history with. He might be worth checking out."

"Of course."

Danny crossed his arms again, and walked slowly toward the crime scene. Steve walked beside him before placing a hand on Danny's shoulder. "You alright, man?"

Danny stopped and rubbed his face with both his hands. "Yeah," he sighed. "Just not looking forward to the phone call I have to make right now."

Hours went by and evening crept up on the Five-0 team faster than they expected, each of them already feeling the stress that only a case like this could bring on. Rachel had taken it upon herself to spend as many hours as she could within Five-0's headquarters, having sent Grace to a friend's for the night, leaving Danny more on edge with each passing moment. The team did what they could to investigate, all while keeping her in the loop with as minimal details as possible. But like Danny, she proved that she was a force to be reckoned with, and ultimately was kept up to date on the search for her husband.

Currently the team found themselves huddled around the central workstation while Rachel sat in Danny's office to feed Charlie.

They'd already gone over Stan's financials, both personal and business. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, though Danny's face visibly paled at finding out just how much the Edwards family home was worth.

"I hate to say it boss, but we've got nothing," Kono solemnly stated, hitching her hip up on the edge of the table. "Outside of the blood in Stan's car, there's nothing to point at him being forcibly taken. His wallet was full of cash and his cards. No odd phone calls coming in or going out."

"Nothing out of the ordinary in his personal e-mails, but I'm still wading through his business account. According to his calendar, he was free for the evening. His key card was used at 7:20 p.m. last night, logging the time he left the building," Chin reported. "His GPS shows that he left the Platinum Coast Development office parking garage at 7:34 and took a direct route to where you found the car parked, arriving at 8:50. That leaves us with a little under twelve hours unaccounted for from when we found his car this morning."

"And still no reason for him to be there," Steve concluded. "Danny, does Rachel have any ideas?"

Danny showed no reaction to the question at first, and Steve studied his partner closely. He'd been unusually quiet and reserved all day; his usual boisterous and animated attitude all but disappeared the moment Stan's car had been found empty. If possible, Danny looked even more exhausted than he had this morning.

Steve gently prompted Danny again, and he finally turned toward the group, stumbling to put an answer together. More uncharacteristic behavior. Danny, usually an unending plethora of words, was actually struggling to form a coherent sentence. Steve brushed it off to the stress of the day. More than anyone, he'd had to handle the onslaught of Rachel's questions and demands for answers.

And over and over, Danny had to reassure his ex-wife that he would bring her husband home.

"She, uh… she can't think of any reason for him to be there," Danny finally reported, immediately turning his gaze back toward his office, where he'd been spending the better part of the last hour staring.

Steve shared a quick, worried glance with both Chin and Kono before Kono's phone rang.

"What about Hoffman?" Chin asked Steve as Kono stepped away to answer her phone.

"I spoke with him today, and he was quite vocal that he doesn't know anything about Stan. I don't know what you did to him, Danny, but you made quite the impression. He had a few choice words to say about you."

He smiled, but there was no reaction from Danny… at all. He still had that far-off look that Steve couldn't figure out. He'd already suggested that HPD take over this case, but Danny was adamant that Five-0 keep it. Whether it was from residual feelings for Rachel, or a resilient sense of justice, Steve couldn't say for sure. But being on this case was already taking its toll on his partner.

"I still have to check out Hoffman's alibi, but it seems pretty rock solid," Steve dully finished. "Nothing in his financials to indicate that he hired anyone, either."

Still no movement from Danny. Steve walked toward him, though he wasn't quite sure what to say. Words of comfort? It wasn't like Danny was exactly mourning the absence of Stan. But the hollow look of pain and loss was evident in Danny's eyes every time he looked at his ex-wife. How does one deal with the fact that the woman you once loved (still loved, Steve questioned…) is worrying herself sick over the man she currently loves?

Apparently just like this.

Steve was about to say something to him when the sound of Kono's hasty return caused both partners to turn toward her.

"That was Fong," she started nervously. "The lab found several partials inside the car. Most were Stan's, obviously. Others they matched to Rachel and Grace. But," she stalled, biting her lip a moment before continuing. "They got a hit on another print found on Stan's phone and wallet."

"That was fast," Chin said. "Who do they belong to?"

Another long pause before Kono looked at them again.

"Danny."