Thanks everyone for reading/reviewing my first chapter!
Sorry I took a while finishing chapter 2, I have university exams in a couple of weeks so most of my time is taken up with revision. I shall be revision free and able to write more quickly after May 21st, I have no excuses then!
Oh yeah, and thanks to my friend Charlotte for helping me with a couple of bits
As you will be aware, I don't own the characters or the idea of Hawaii Five-0 etc. (I wish!)

Enjoy!

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Danny awoke from a nightmare with a sudden start. As soon as he woke up he had forgotten what had happened in the nightmare, but he knew what the topic of it was - Grace. He wanted to go back to sleep, to him it felt like it was 2am, so he should have at least another five hours sleep. He then glanced at the clock on his wall as he heard a round of laughter coming from outside his office. It said 7:55am. Danny moaned quietly as he rubbed his eyes and stretched his arms. He sat up on the couch, put his shoes back on and headed to the back of his office where he kept a couple of spare shirts and ties. At this moment he was thankful that Steve had insisted everyone kept a change of clothes in the office, just in case. That way if they had to get changed, and the HQ was closer, they wouldn't have to waste time going home. He picked up a plain white shirt and his plain black tie and put them on. He stood in front of the mirror for a couple of minutes, straightening up his tie and tidying up his now manic hair. He stared at himself for another minute, trying to compose himself, telling himself to be happy and positive, and to focus on the job. He had a lot on his mind, but he had a job to do, and it would be unprofessional to let his personal life interfere with his job performance, he thought.

Steve, Kono and Chin all sat around the table adjacent to the smart table, a beer in one hand and all laughing and smiling. As they heard the door to Danny's office open, their gazes turned in that direction, with Steve having to turn himself round face Danny's office. They were momentarily shocked, Danny's blinds around his office had been shut so they had not seen him sleeping there. That was nothing unusual, he tended to keep his blinds shut when he left for the night. They regained their smiles as Kono said, "How long have you been in? You must have got here early!" Danny walked towards the seats, raising a smile.

"I am a man of many surprises" he responded with a jokey wink as he took a seat next to Kono. He suddenly noticed all the beers and asked "Isn't it a bit early to start drinking? Even for you" directing the retort towards Steve. Steve smiled and handed Danny a beer.

"We're just celebrating the success of capturing a major drug baron. I think one beer is allowed isn't it Danny?" Steve replied, holding up his beer towards Danny. Danny just smiled and took a couple of mouthfuls.

As they all joked about the previous day's events, Steve's phone started to ring. He answered it and walked into his office, putting his beer on the table. Danny following Steve with his eyes. He started to write something down on a blank piece of paper. As Chin and Kono talked Danny was thinking to himself, wishing, it wouldn't be another case just yet. He wanted to have a quiet day in his office, maybe catch up on lost sleep without drawing anyone's attention. Steve strode out of his office once he had hung up, his face had noticeably changed from jovial to 'down to business'. As Danny saw this change in Steve he knew what was coming. "Time to drink up, we got ourselves a murder". Chin drank the last of his beer up, got the address from Steve and went ahead on his motorbike to the crime scene. Steve took charge of everyone's responsibilities for the next few hours, "Kono, you stay here, as soon as we find out the ID on the vic start doing background on them." Kono nodded, getting up from her seat to start up the smart table. "Danny, let's go" he said as he signalled towards the doors. Danny sighed, one that caused him to overdramatically raise his shoulders and let them drop again.

"I suppose you'll be wanting to drive" Danny said rather sarcastically as he tossed his keys towards Steve before even ending his sentence.

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Steve and Danny had to show their badges before being allowed to enter the property. They had arrived at a large, expensive house, which had policemen standing by the gates, only letting the authorised enter. As they waved the silver Camaro through, Danny looked around, taking notice of the grounds. There was a long gravel driveway with grass at either side. A free flowing pond was to their right as they continued driving. They stopped in front of the house, parking by multiple police cars and an ambulance, all with their flashing lights on. Steve and Danny left the car, walking up a few stairs to the front door. As they entered the house through the mainly glass front doors, they were directed towards the right by a young man in an HPD uniform. An open passageway led to the main living area. All the furniture and decoration was of a modern style, very minimalist and sleek. The walls and floors were made up of whites and neutral colours, nothing too bright or offensive. Steve entered the room first, followed swiftly by Danny. It was difficult to notice what had happened to begin with. Apart from the obvious activity in the room and the crime scene markers, there was no clear crime as one first stepped into the room. It appeared that there was a woman sitting on the sofa. As Steve walked round the left side of the sofa it became more apparent that this woman was dead, her throat slit and her body propped up. "No prizes for guessing what COD was" Danny remarked as he joined Steve round the opposite side of the sofa.

"Right, so our vic's throat was cut. Obviously the killer wanted anyone who looked through the front windows to think that she was sitting here." Steve commented, looking round the room as he talked.

"So we have a joker on our hands."

"Either that or he didn't want the body to be found right away. He must have thought no one would be entering the house for a while, and those who knocked would just leave thinking that she was ignoring them if they happened to glance through the window." Steve carried on. As he finished his sentence Chin walked through the door finishing a phone call. Once he'd hung up the phone he noticed Steve and Danny had arrived. "You got the ID on the vic?" Steve asked Chin.

"Yeah, a Miss Jane Walters, Kono's onto doing background on her now. We have a second vic upstairs, her son by the looks of it." Chin commented.

"Right, so mother and child was killed. By the looks of the photographs there wasn't a Mr Walters, so could be a spurned lover or ex-husband seeking out revenge. The child being killed suggests it wasn't anything illegal she was involved in" Danny started thinking a loud.

"Or maybe someone with a grudge against Miss Walters, who happened to choose the wrong time to carry out the murder and the child happened to be home. He would have to act if the child saw anything." Steve carried on the verbal brainstorming.

"Well it's likely to be someone they knew, there was no sign of forced entry to the doors or the windows." Chin said pointing towards the French doors that faced the private swimming pool outside. Steve and Danny decided to go upstairs to see the second crime scene. As they neared the bedroom of the boy, they noticed stickers on the door, with a sign saying 'Jamie's Room'. From this they both deduced that the child was likely to be young, probably under ten or eleven. When entering the room, at first glance, once again, there was no obvious crime that had been committed. It just looked like a child sleeping in his bed. The room had sky blue coloured walls, with a dark blue soft carpet. Posters of cartoons and drawings lined the walls, with the occasional photograph of family and friends that had been framed also hanging there. "The boy was called Jamie, he was 9 years old. His throat was also slit, and his body made to look natural, as if he were sleeping." Chin remarked as Steve took a closer look at Jamie. Danny listened as he looked over the knick-knacks that were lining the shelves. Steve noticed something peculiar about the boys hand, it was curled into a fist, but it seemed there was something in it.

"Hey guys, looks like Jamie was holding onto something" Steve called over Chin and Danny as, with his gloved hands, he prised the note from the boy's fist with a tweezer. Chin stayed where he was, Danny being the one to walk towards the ex-SEAL. Steve opened it up carefully and read it out loud, "Why doesn't mommy love daddy anymore?".

"What the hell does that mean?" Danny questioned, taking the note from Steve's hand.

"Maybe the child was writing to someone just before he was killed" Steve suggested

"No, I reckon this was written by the murderer. Looks like it was written carefully to look different to the guy's real handwriting", Danny remarked, taking a closer look at the paper.

"How did you work that one out?" Chin asked, walking over towards the two cops.

Danny moved to show Chin the note, and pointed towards certain letters in it, "You can see that the writing is uneven. If he had written in his normal hand it would be a lot smoother than this. The downward strokes aren't smooth but rather you can see they are jagged, the same with the upward strokes. The letters like 'd' and 'o' are more square than round, which is typical with people who consciously try to change their writing. This was deliberately written in a way that we couldn't identify the guy's hand".

As the three cops finished their thorough look through the house and the crime scenes, they decided to return to HQ to find out more on the victims. Danny and Steve walked out into the bright sunshine first, the ground wet; there had obviously been a downpour whilst the two detectives were inside. "You know, I'll never get used to it raining so hard, then there being bright sunshine pretty much straight after" Danny remarked as he searched his pockets for his keys, forgetting that Steve had kept them when they entered the house.

Steve seemingly ignored this comment, as he carried on with his thoughts about the current case, "If the killer didn't want us to distinguish his handwriting why not just type the note on a computer." Steve and Danny both stopped in front of the silver Camaro, Steve facing towards the gates of the property. Danny was still fumbling around in his pockets until he noticed Steve was holding his keys.

"Oh so you have my keys. I would like them back before I go home tonight, you know so I can get into my flat" Danny stated as he realised the taller man was not listening to him. Danny turned to see what Steve was staring at, but couldn't see anything of significance so he walked to the passenger side of the car and opened the door. "Are you just gonna stand there all day or are you going to get in the car?" Danny said with a slightly raised voice as he threw a tennis ball at Steve's head, one that was left over from when Danny had assumed responsibility of a dog a while back. Steve suddenly snapped out of his revelry as the ball hit him right in the middle of his head. Turning round on his heel he rubbed his head and picked up the tennis ball.

"Sorry Danny, was miles away." Steve apologised throwing the ball back at Danny, who caught it with his right hand, and they both stepped into the car.

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As Steve was driving himself and Danny to the five-0 HQ he was thinking of Danny, and the way he looked the night before. He knew that Danny was harassed, and not just from the paperwork. Danny had been acting more like his usual self this morning, although Steve had spent enough time with him over the past year or so to know when Danny is putting up a front. He was also aware, although he knew not to mention it in front of the others, that Danny had spent the night on the couch of his office. That Danny was living in a flat which was barely suitable for the rats to live in and that he had not been getting much sleep, even when there was no paperwork to do. Danny was also deep in thought. He was thinking about the killing, how strange it was to make them look like they were sitting or lying there normally. Almost like dolls in a dolls house, he thought. He was snapped out of his thoughts when he noticed Steve's voice finishing a sentence. Unaware of what Steve had just said, the blonde detective made a grunt, as if to ask him to repeat what was just said.

"I never knew you were intelligible about handwriting styles" Steve repeated, a slight smile on his face. He had thought to break the silence with a slightly jovial comment. Danny, on the other hand, didn't take it the way it was intended.

"What so you're supposed to be the only one to know anything technical, Mr Super SEAL?" Danny turned his head towards Steve, a scowl covering his face. "I am a detective you know, we do have some intelligence" Danny started before Steve interrupted him,

"I know you have intelligence Danny. I just wasn't aware you knew a lot about handwriting" Steve responded, turning his head to face Danny for a couple of seconds before having to put his eyes back on the road, his face showing a little bit of his surprise that Danny was starting this argument.

"Well I happen to have had a few cases that involved the analysis of notes. When you work in this job you pick up technical details, especially when they get relayed to you over and over." Danny moved his hand in a circular motion in the air, before turning to look out his side of the car. He then decided to start up his usual pet peeve of Steve's way of working, "We, as detectives, have to work out the more technical, theoretical details of a case. We don't just go in, all guns blazing, to any old suspect". Steve was getting slightly fed up of Danny's constant remarks on how he went about his job.

"Hey, I only go in 'all guns blazing' as you say, when there is need for it. I don't just have some sort of obsession with shoot outs. Anyway, what's that to do with analysing handwriting? I still do the technical, theoretical stuff" Steve commented, his voice rising as Danny's voice started to rise. The blonde detective's head turned all of a sudden,

"No of course you don't have an obsession. It isn't nearly every day I see you shooting people, or torturing people." Danny began to shout sarcastically, "You're too rough on them sometimes Steven, these people have lives and family too you know", Danny's frustration being shown through his manic arm movements and the raising of his voice.

"Hey, I get results. In any case, I don't see why you've started this attack on me unprovoked. You need to calm yourself down partner." Steve said as he turned the car round a corner. He could see in the corner of his eye that Danny was contemplating a retort. He must have decided against it as Danny took a deep breath in and turned his head to look out the window. After around five minutes of silence the car pulled into the car park at HQ.