A/N: Hello again. I hope you enjoy this chapter. By the end of this story I hope to bring everything back into the cannon of the show. I hope it works out well enough. You'll see when we get there.

To everyone asking about Mrs. Williams, I promise she'll be back in the next chapter. I know you miss you. I do too! What are you going to do when the story is over and I retire her completely?

As always, I own nothing.

Chapter 17: Unusual Behaviour

Steve and Danny walked out of the interrogation room to see only a man's back as he walked calmly down the corridor and Jameson looked as if she had seen a ghost.

"Are you alright, Governor?" Steve asked and rushed to her side.

"Yes, I'm fine!" Jameson gasped fearfully as she jumped at the sound of Steve's voice.

"Who was that man?" Danny asked and pointed down the hall.

"That was one of the IA detectives," Jameson stated breathing heavily. "He just happened to be in the hall when Doctor Kin was speaking of his vendetta. That was very hard to listen to, and it was the reason I am so uncomfortable. I never thought I would hear words of such hatred from a person who was once so predominant in the community. It scared me. I'll admit it." Jameson sighed with tears in her eyes. "He caught me when I nearly fainted." She added, motioned down the hallway in the direction of the man and then took Steve's arm. "I've had enough of all of this for a lifetime." She said and looked up at Steve. "I'll make a statement in the morning. Please stay out of trouble until then." She sighed, steadied herself on her feet and released Steve's arm. "Have a good evening Detectives," she said and turned and walked away.

"She's lying," Danny stated, "that man was no IA detective I've ever seen."

"Who do you think it was?" Steve asked as he leaned on the wall.

"I know who I saw, Steve, and it was Wo Fat," Danny whispered.

"Why, how would he even get in here?" Steve whispered as he hushed his voice.

"I don't know, but if he can walk around freely, he's been here the whole time," Danny said angrily.

"I've never seen him here," Steve stated angrily.

"Neither have I, but something isn't right. I'm sure we're being watched," Danny stated, having never taken his eyes off the long corridor down which the man had disappeared. "Steve I think its time we go back to your place. You drive," He added and handed the keys to his partner.

"What about Dylan?" Steve asked.

"Send some HPD detectives in with our questions," Danny stated, "I'm betting they'll get the same story we just got from Doctor Kin. This has all been fabricated for us."

5-0

"You're acting weird too, Danny," Steve stated once they were in the Camaro and out on the open highway.

The vehicle had been cleared by Charlie and his team of bomb experts and CSIs, and the fire had been extinguished, but the smell of smoke still hung in the air around the Palace as Danny and Steve exited the HPD precinct and Danny B-Lined for the car, a strange and unusual silence coming over him. He did not speak, he did not look at anyone directly, he only moved with determination toward the car and fell into it, and waited for Steve to catch up.

"I needed to get you alone and I'm pretty sure the car is the only place we can talk and not be heard," Danny said as he ran his hand under the dash, threw open the glove compartment rummaged through it and slammed it shut again and then reached to feel under his seat.

"What are you doing?" Steve asked as Danny flipped down the sun visor and then snapped it back into place, and then reached over and did the same to Steve's.

"I don't know what you are talking about, Steven, I'm just sitting here," Danny stated overly emphatically, "just keep driving," he stated and leaned over Steve's lap and felt under the driver's side dash and under the seat.

"Seriously, you're a distraction; do you want to get us killed?" Steve yelled as he pulled the car over onto a dirt shoulder and stopped the car.

"This is as good a place as any to stop and have this fight!" Danny stated as he threw his hands up. "Were we being followed?" he asked in a whispered before he unfastened his seat belt and crawled into the back seat.

"I don't know!" Steve shouted, "I was to busy trying to keep us on the road while you felt me up!"

"Oh calm down," Danny hissed and crawled back into the front seat. "You're just pissed off that someone blew a huge hole in your office." He added and then turned his attention to the photograph of Grace and looked at it with distain.

"You know what, that's it!" Steve yelled and got out of the car, slamming the door behind him.

Danny followed moments later and leaned on the roof of the car silently as Steve paced.

"Seriously what the hell is going on with you?" Steve yelled, "It's like you always know something that I don't and its driving me crazy!" he yelled and slammed his hands against the roof of the Camaro.

Danny brought one hand, one finger, to his mouth to shush Steve as he held out his other fist across the top of the car.

Steve caught the look of warning that Danny shot him and then his gaze fell to Danny's hand.

Danny opened his hand, and there in his palm was an electronic device, no bigger than a coffee bean. Steve stared at it in disbelief, snatched it from Danny's hand and flung it into the jungle.

"Get in the car, Steven," Danny stated and fell back into the passenger seat.

Steve did as he was told, turned over the engine and floored the Camaro away from the soft sandy shoulder of the high way.

"How did you know we were bugged?" Steve asked.

"You're the one that planted the idea in my head when you told me your instincts were telling you that we had already brought the baddies home to mom and dad." Danny sighed in response.

"You think it's been here the whole time?" Steve asked.

"I have no idea," Danny answered, "it was under the picture of Grace and I told you never to touch that, so who knows how long we've been feeding them information. I've had Grace and Rachel in this car. We've talked about cases and places. They could have known our every move, every single one."

"We could print the picture," Steve suggested.

"I doubt it would do any good."

"What else is on your mind?" Steve asked as he saw a flash of anger in Danny's eyes.

"I want to go home to the family, Steve. I think they're in danger." Danny stated and turned to look at Steve for the first time.

Danny looked haggard and worried, and Steve knew the feeling. He was sure he looked just as tired and just as edgy as his partner as he turned on the pursuit lights and the siren rang out as they sped down the Poli Highway in relative silence.