I know Steve isn't introduced until a little bit later, but this was only to illustrate Alexandra's life as a spy to make that claim more believable : ) Also I hope you guys enjoyed it!

Chapter 1: Reunion

May 27, 2010

Prince Royale Hotel, Nairobi, Kenya

Alexandra opened her tired eyes and stared at the ceiling that wasn't hers. She was in a semi-nice hotel, on a mission and was supposed to be getting ready to talk to a diplomat; however her entire body ached from the grueling spar her team put her through the night before. She rolled over to her right side to look at the alarm clock on the small, wooden nightstand. Instead she saw one of her friends and team members, Derek, sitting on a chair he pulled up next to her bed.

"Go away," she croaked collapsing down on the bed. "You're the reason I smoke."

"But you love me, comrade, and smoking is bad for you" he joked standing up and walking over to the balcony window. He peered through one of the shades and then turned around.

"Get up, our friend the diplomat loves the company of beautiful women, not the company of me," Derek smiled.

"Got it, so we're sending Odette in, right?" Alexandra asked.

"You are the covert operative, Odette is just the weapons," Derek replied sarcastically. "Why do you do that?"

"Do what?"

"Degrade yourself?"

"What?"

"You think you're hideous in comparison to Odette," Derek pointed out.

"No I don't," Alexandra denied standing up and walking to the bathroom to wash her teeth.

"Don't let yourself feel that way, blondie" Derek advised. "Twenty minutes and I want you in a dress and heels."

Alexandra heard the door slam just as she began to brush her teeth and make faces in the mirror. After that she brushed her hair and put some makeup on to make herself feel better about her appearances. When she stepped out of the bathroom her phone began ringing. She groaned as she walked to answer it.

"Hi, Demetrio," Alexandra greeted knowing it would be her task manager (nobody knew her number besides her team and Demetrio).

"Hey, somebody called Captain Olsen's office trying to find you," Demetrio informed her.

"What?" she asked surprised.

"They said their name was Sarna, so I figured I'd call you."

"Patch them through to me," Alexandra sighed. Right now was really not the time to have a family reunion, but she assumed if Demetrio was allowing the call through, then something must have happened.

"Alexandra?" she recognized her brother's voice.

"Hey, Josef," she smiled.

"Hey," he said as she felt her heart pound. They haven't spoken in ages.

"Josef, I'm sorry for not keeping up, but I just couldn't everything made me think of …"

"I understand, Max's death hit us all pretty hard and then Krystyna's even harder," Josef assured. "I just can't believe nobody was able to find his body…"

Alexandra wanted to sob when Josef said that, Max had been the only person that was able to understand Alexandra and now he was gone. He died during one of her first missions for the CIA, a year ago when she was a new face in the agency. After Max's funeral Aunt Krystyna died, she had over worked her liver with drinking, and Alexandra buried herself in work. The last time she spoke to her brother was her aunt's funeral, six months ago.

"Listen," Josef caught her attention. "Steve McGarrett's dad was murdered two nights ago."

"What?" Alexandra's shock almost caused her to drop her phone. "Jesus, I need a cigarette."

"His funeral is in three days, can you make it?" Josef asked her.

"Of course, Jo-"

"Alexandra!" Derek shouted running in, closing the door and bolting every lock shut.

"I'll be there, Josef, hugs to everyone, I'll call later," Alexandra ensured hanging up her phone. "What happened?"

"We have to go."

"Oh who did you bother?"

"A very important guy who now wants me dead. You have a view of the pool, right?" Derek asked walking towards the balcony.

"God, Derek, this was supposed to be a quiet mission," Alexandra complained gathering her things into the one duffel bag she brought with her on the mission.

"Pool, right?" Derek repeated.

Alexandra could see what he was getting at. He wanted to jump off of her balcony into the pool.

"Yes," she answered as there was a knock on the door.

She glanced at the door then at Derek who was lifting the mattress she slept on, off of her bed and pushing it towards the balcony. He was going to throw it into the pool to make a sort of a landing pad for the two operatives; in other words they wouldn't break their bones when they hurdled themselves into the pool.

"No, I don't need any help, thanks for asking," Derek grunted.

"You're doing fine," Alexandra sighed as she pulled out a semi automatic gun from the bottom of her duffle bag along with a silencer. "Besides I have to welcome our guests."

"Just don't make any trouble," Derek warned as she was twisting on the silencer.

"You already did that without my help," she smiled as she heard the sound of the door splintering from the force used to open it.

"Kuacha!" a grizzly voice shouted from the doorway as Alexandra aimed her gun at the attacker's knee.

"Hakuna," she shouted back, applying pressure to the trigger and sending out a bullet.

The man fell to the ground, screaming for backup, but Alexandra was more satisfied with the fact that she still had not killed anyone (unless they were clearly going to kill her) just because they were in her way.

"He's got friends, Derek," Alexandra shouted as she heard shouts coming from the hall.

"Done," Derek informed, letting out a sigh of relief once the mattress had fallen over the balcony into the pool.

"Let's go," Alexandra remarked as the two agents jumped from Alexandra's hotel room onto the mattress in the pool.

May 30, 2010

St. Michael's Church, Honolulu, Hawaii

Alexandra tugged at the short, black dress her sister in law, Leah, allowed her to borrow. In truth, she didn't mind dresses, in fact she loved to dress up every once in a while and feel like a princess. It was the shortness of this dress that bothered her.

"You had no other dresses?" Alexandra whispered in a hiss to Leah.

"No!" the strawberry blonde, freckled woman answered as Alexandra noticed a bald man staring at her, wearing a cheap suit and aviators. Alexandra assumed he was a part of the FBI and her recent stunt in Kenya raised some questions of where her loyalty lied.

She looked at her sister in law and asked "Leah, but why this dress? Why on earth did you give me this dress?"

"It's cute and you look cute and-"

"I have to go to the bathroom," Little Max piped up. He was so small Alexandra had forgotten that he stood in between her and Leah.

He was a small, four year old boy who had light brown hair (compliments a la Josef) and a little face that reminded Alexandra of a cute mouse.

"I'll take you," Alexandra smiled taking his hand and leading him down the procession aisle after bowing for the cross. She heard footsteps behind her and knew that her FBI tail was following her.

In the bathroom Alexandra looked in the mirror and frowned. She still didn't fit in with the others (by others she meant native Hawaiians, her old friends and her family) at all. She was still pale and had blonde hair and blue eyes. When she was in middle school she always wanted to have gorgeous, brunette hair, bronzed skin and dark eyes so that she wasn't the odd person out in Kukui Middle School*.

"I'm done!" Little Max announced as the sound of the toilet flushing filled Alexandra's ears.

"Wash your hands, babes," she directed turning on the sink as the little boy neared her with a small toy in his hand.

"This is Optimus Prime, he's my hero," Little Max informed her.

"Max, were you playing with that in there?" Alexandra asked pointing towards the stall as the little boy began washing his hands.

"No, he was in my pocket!" Little Max assured turning the sink off, wiping his hands on his pants and taking Alexandra's hand with his free one.

Alexandra smiled. She loved children, but felt awkward around them. They always wanted your attention, which she found adorable, and they always had so much love for everyone. However, aside from Little Max, no child seemed to like her. In fact, kids always seemed to become extremely quiet whenever they were around her.

As Alexandra was opening the door to leave the family bathroom she heard Max drop his toy and turned her head to see if he was okay (she also had a fear that little children would break themselves if she didn't have her eyes on them twenty four-seven). Suddenly she felt something or someone run into her and she whipped her head forward.

In front of her, stood an incredibly handsome, incredibly tall man in his Naval uniform. Her mouth almost fell to the floor because he looked so... so amazing. She pretended that she was distraught from their run in, but she couldn't deny to herself that her stomach was in knots because the man was attractive.

"Um.." she blurted out as she noticed her FBI agent's shoes from beneath a curtain covering a window.

"Alexandra?" the man asked her with surprise in his tone. Her first reaction was to deny it, but then she remembered she wasn't on a mission, she was at a funeral.

She was shocked that the man knew her, but, then again, she hadn't taken time to look at his face in detail. Her eyes drifted to his face and she felt as if music should have gone off. The man was Steve McGarrett. She didn't know whether she should be happy or sad.

"Hi, Steve," she smiled… so she couldn't help herself. One half of her wanted to hug him and talk for hours on end with him, the other half wanted to run away, cry and feel miserable for herself because of his kiss with Catherine.

"I heard about Max and Krystyna, I'm so sorry," he said as he embraced her.

She felt safe in his arms, but she didn't want to feel that way in his arms. What right did he have to make her feel that way?

"I'm so sorry for what happened to your dad," she replied, trying to punch down the antagonistic feelings her ego was shoving up.

"I am too," Little Max whispered hiding behind Alexandra's legs.

Steve slightly smiled at Little Max, but then looked down at his feet, "He's your son?"

Alexandra's eyes widened when he asked her that. Did she look like she's had a kid? She looked like a housewife? She knew it! She knew that Leah's annoying dress made her look like a stuck up, desperate housewife.

"No, Little Max is Josef's," Alexandra answered feeling more self conscious than ever.

Great, I look like I belong in the suburbs, taking care of my son, Alexandra thought. There wasn't anything wrong in living in the suburbs taking care of your kids, but she just wasn't ready to be a housewife yet… maybe in few years… like when she turned thirty in six years.

"Oh," Steve said, looking back up at Alexandra.

"What have you been up to?" she asked trying to change the subject. Maybe he would tell her about how he was a Lieutenant Commander in the Navy (she recognized his uniform and the pins on it).

"Still in the Navy, only difference is that I'm a SEAL," he told her. "How about you?"

That questioned she had to think about. She could tell him any job in the world, except the one she actually had.

"SEAL, that's got to be scary … and rewarding," she stalled as she thought what she should tell him. "I'm a nurse, in Kenya, helping the Somali refugees there get medical help. Right now, though, I'm sleeping at the old house."

She hadn't exactly lied to him. She did have a nursing degree, she just didn't work as a nurse.

Who am I kidding, I'm totally lying right now, she thought.

"Africa," Steve nodded his head understandingly. "It's rough there."

"Yes, it is," she went along feeling awful for lying to Steve, but she couldn't tell him, not as long as the FBI was behind that curtain.

"I'll catch up with you later, I have to go back there," Steve pointed inside as he bent down to be at Max's level. "It was nice to finally meet you Max."

Little Max smiled at Steve, "Nice meeting you, Mr. Steve!"

Steve laughed as he stood up, "I'll call you."

"The house has the same number," she informed.

Steve hugged her once more and walked inside to his pew.

"You like him," Little Max said when Steve was out of earshot.

"Max, what would make you say that?" she smiled cunningly, glancing towards the curtain to see the FBI man was still hiding behind it.

"You turned pink," Max remarked.

"Oh silly, Max," she brushed the incident off of her shoulder.

She wasn't going to get her hopes up. Steve would always have her heart, but she had to power to decide if he would have the power to break it or not. This time she wasn't going to let him have that power, she was going to keep it herself in tact until she left Hawaii to return to her normal life… which included espionage now.

May 30, 2010

St. Michael's Church, Honolulu, Hawaii

Steve walked down the procession aisle to return to his pew. He couldn't believe that Alexandra Sarna came to Hawaii. She seemed a little distant and cold as if Steve had done something to her, but what? He also didn't understand why she rarely came, but then again he hasn't been the type to visit family here either. He turned his back and saw her walking towards her seat in the Church.

He may have not understood why she had become cold towards him, but he knew that she was beautiful and that underneath the ice queen exterior, she was still the smiling, happy girl he fell for five years ago.

"Commander, would you like to say anything?" an altar boy asked, breaking his train of thought.

"No," Steve denied. Before the phone call Victor Hesse forced his father to make to Steve, the two hadn't spoken in almost a year, he wouldn't know how to show everyone that he was the picture perfect loving son because he wasn't. His father sent him and Mary away when they were kids, what could he say to justify that to everyone who knew?

May 30, 2010

Unknown location

"Have you finished?" an older man's voice asked the young woman who sat with her legs crossed on the bench she sat atop of.

"But of course," she replied cheerfully as she looked up at her scenery, a beach. "Soon we'll be able to be in Marseilles with new names, père."

"And the subject is unsuspecting?"

"None are besides mon mari, vous, and je," the woman answered. "Les deux opérateurs sont confiants. "

"That is good," the older man replied. "This is to be a clean job, make it look as if one of the guerilla soldiers they ran into did this."

"Je comprends," the women confirmed, hanging up her phone and standing up to go swimming.

I'm not going to lie, I totally stole the mattress thing from Burn Notice, but I love Michael Westen's ideas so much. Will use my own ideas in later chapters!

Also to clear this issue up; Alexandra and Max ran away from Hawaii to DC. Max joined the CIA immediately when they arrived there, Alexandra went to school for Nursing, but wanted a career with her brother, so she joined after she graduated from college. In addition to that, I would like to clarify that Alexandra is 24 and Steve is 30. I think in the show he's a few years older, but age doesn't really matter that much.