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08 September 2012 @ 10:12 am
Hawaii Five-0 Big Bang: 5:59:59 part 3  

“You’re welcome, Commander, Detective,” Owomeme said with a nod.

“Can you hold onto this money until we get back?” Danny asked

“No worries,” Owomeme said with a nod.

“You can put it in our car, if you want,” Steve said, giving him the keys.

“I’ll do that. And I’ll pull the car closer,” Owomeme decided, Steve and Danny nodding in approval.

“I’ll try to get him to return your boat without too much damage,” Danny said as they headed for the door.

“I know you’ll make good if anything happens,” Owomeme said, watching them leave his tiny office. He went the opposite direction toward the Camaro, certain that he’d find the car all the residents knew they drove.

“What’s Ilio-holo-i-ka-uaua?” Danny asked as they went down the dock the way Owomeme had directed them. He didn’t trip over the word like he would have not so long ago. One of the many changes that had snuck up on him when he wasn’t paying a lot of attention.

“Hawaiian monk seal,” Steve said with a grim smile.

“Of course,” Danny said. “Makes perfect sense.”

“Yep,” Steve said, stopping short when they arrived at the boat Owomeme indicated. It was a sleek power boat, low to the water and meant to go at high speeds for the adrenaline rush alone. There was a tow bar for those hardy or foolish enough to try skiing behind it. “Wow,” Steve said.

“Yeah,” Danny had to agree. “I guess semi-reputable boat deals pay better than I thought.”

“Looks that way,” Steve said, climbing into the boat as Danny untied it. “You want a life preserver?”

“You planning to capsize us?”

Steve laughed, starting the engine and easing the boat out of the slip. It didn’t take long to have it in the bay, nudging it a little faster. Steve kept an eye on the other marine traffic, not attracting any unnecessary attention as he steered out toward the open sea. “Handles great,” Steve said as though they had been discussing it.

“I bet,” Danny said. He was standing next to Steve, the wind messing his hair. He glanced between his phone and the water, tracking their progress. “They are further to our right.”

“Starboard,” Steve said.


“Not right. Starboard.”

“Whatever,” Danny said. “I don’t care what you call it. Just go that way,” he said as he pointed the direction they needed to take.

Steve guided the boat more toward the open water, following Danny’s directions until they spotted the other boat. The red dot on Danny’s phone grew larger and larger as they drew closer. There was no one visible and the boat seemed to be anchored, riding the swells but remaining in the same location.

“You think this looks odd?” Danny asked.

“You don’t think they’d steal a boat then anchor it out here for us to find?” Steve said, his words dripping with sarcasm.

“What do you think?” Danny asked as Steve eased their boat closer to the stolen one.

“We’re going to have to board it,” Steve said, pulling right along side the white fishing boat. Danny caught the other boat’s cleat and looped their rope around it. When Steve had cut the engine, he went to the stern to secure their rope to that cleat.

“You ready?” Danny asked, Steve nodding. They vaulted onto the second boat, the transfer easier for Steve as he was that much closer to it already. Danny hauled himself up and over as quickly as he could, straightening and pulling his gun. Steve was keeping low as he circled the tiny pilothouse nearer the center than the bow. “Anything?” Danny whispered when Steve chanced a peek through the window to the wheelhouse.

“No,” Steve whispered back. He glanced down at the deck, pointing at the deep red drops with his gun. “Blood?”

“Sure looks that way to me,” Danny had to agree. “What is going on?”

“Excellent question,” Steve said, emerging into the open area of the deck, looking around for the Tongans. There didn’t seem to be anyone aboard.

“Is there a below-deck?” Danny asked, looking around the tidy boat like he surely had missed something.

“Not on a boat this size,” Steve said, shaking his head. “Let’s check the pilothouse.”

“Covering you,” Danny said as he stood to the right of the doorway. Steve carefully reached for the door, allowing it to swing open toward his body, staying out of range just in case. When no shouts or gun shoots came from inside the tiny structure, Steve cautiously peered around and into the door.

“No-no-no-no,” he said when he was standing in the open door. “NO.” Danny joined him, nearly sick at the sight greeting them. The two Tongans were dead, practically cut in half by a high caliber weapon. The tall one’s head was at an odd angle, speaking of the violence that preceded his death. The shorter one looked shocked. He had never seen it coming until it was way too late.

“Somebody had a lot of hate for them,” Danny said quietly, stepping back and examining the deck under their feet. “They didn’t die here.”

Steve turned and looked at the wooden deck that was nearly spotless, freshly washed. “Or the person who did this cleaned up after themselves.”

“It’s only been half an hour, maximum,” Danny said. “They have to be close by.”

“Half an hour is a lot of water,” Steve said, looking out over the endless blue everywhere.

“Is this Rendon’s MO?” Danny asked, taking out his phone to call the Coast Guard.

“No. He’d have put them overboard. This is a warning,” Steve said.

Danny had to nod, telling the Coast Guard where they were and what had happened. The dispatcher said a boat would be at their locale in 15 minutes.

“Why wouldn’t you throw the bodies overboard?” Danny asked, moving away from the door to look out over the crystal blue ocean.

“I told you. It’s a warning,” Steve said, a warm hand on Danny’s shoulder. “You okay, babe?”

“Yeah. That’s just… that’s a lot of hate. And we’re back to square one.”

“Maybe not. Owememe’s tracker works on a satellite signal. If Toast can trace it, he can find out what other boats were near this one.”

“Yeah,” Danny agreed with a nod. He dialed Chin and explained what had happened, not describing the conditions of the bodies, only that they were dead. “I’m going to send you the trace Owememe gave us. Then you can find any other boats out here.”

“Roger that,” Chin agreed. “You want me to call Saloni?”

“Not yet,” Steve said. “We don’t want him to find out who did this before we do.”

“Right,” Chin agreed.

“Any word from the Governor?” Danny asked.

“He called a few minutes ago. He’s calling Secretary Panetta. He may get his head handed to him but at this point he doesn’t care. If that gets him nowhere, he’s calling in favors to contact the President,” Chin said.

“Keep us posted,” Danny said, hanging up and turning to study Steve, his hand on Steve’s arm. He could feel the tight muscles coiled beneath his palm. “Again, Steve. This isn’t your fault.”

“I know,” Steve said through gritted teeth. “Nobody deserves to die like that.”

“I agree. We need to alert Owememe. Whoever did this could try to get the money back,” Danny said.

“You call him. I’ll call HPD for protection,” Steve said.

Danny called the number Owememe had given them, relieved when he answered right away. “We found your boat. The Tongans are dead.”

“Oh,” Owememe said in what Danny thought was an apt response.

“We’re concerned whoever did this might come back for the money. Take my car to the police station. Steve is alerting them now,” Danny instructed.

“Yes, sir,” Owememe agreed. Danny could hear him walking, Danny breathing again when he heard the familiar sounds of the Camaro’s door closing.

“Go straight there. If anyone tries to stop you, run them down. The car won’t mind,” Danny said, listening as Owememe pulled the car into the road. “I’m going to stay with you until you get to the station or you are intercepted by the police.”

“Yes, sir,” Owememe said. Danny could hear him breathing hard and hoped the stress didn’t take him out. “Here are the police.”

“All right. Keep driving,” Danny instructed, gesturing to Steve. “The uniforms you have. Do they have eyes on Owememe?”

“Yeah,” Steve confirmed. “They are legit. Tell Owememe to turn right at the next intersection.”

Danny relayed the instructions, Owememe doing as told.

“There is an old garage at the end of the road. Drive the Camaro into it,” Danny said when Steve had given him those directions. “All right. Once you’re inside, you can get into the squad car.”

“They are right behind me,” Owememe confirmed, getting out of the Camaro as the police car stopped just behind it. “Thank you, Detective.”

“Tell them to take the money to the precinct,” Danny said.

“Yes, sir,” Owememe said, going to the police car. He entered the backseat, watching as the two uniforms got back in the front. “Am I under arrest?”

“No. They are going to put you in protective custody until we know who killed the Tongans,” Danny assured him. “You won’t be safe until we know who did it.”

“All right,” Owememe said.

“The Coast Guard will tow the boat back to their station. It’s a crime scene now.”

“I understand,” Owememe said.

“We’ll bring yours back to the dock where it was moored,” Danny said.

“How will you get to your car?” Owememe asked, sounding very tired which Danny could understand.

“We’ll get a ride from HPD or the Coast Guard. Don’t worry about that,” Danny said. “And the police will get you home once it’s safe.”

“I understand. Can I call my wife? She’ll worry when I don’t come home.”

“We’ll tell the police to bring her to you. She may be a target now too.”

“Thank you,” Owememe said quietly. “I didn’t think about that

“I know. We’ll keep her safe too,” Danny said. “I’ll call later to check on you.”

“Thank you, son,” Owememe said before disconnecting.

Danny relayed the information to Steve, asking the police to go to Owememe’s house for his wife. Steve hung up after making the request, his phone ringing right away. “Chin. What have you got?”

“We found your second boat,” Chin said. “It’s a 120 foot Hatteras Yacht.”

“That’s pricey,” Steve said. “Even for Hawaii.”

“We’re running all the registrations for them. There aren’t that many, as you might guess.”

“Yeah. Can you track it now?” Steve asked.

“I’m not sure,” Chin said, his voice fading as he turned away from the phone. “Yeah. Toast has a lock on it.”

“Good. The Coast Guard is here. Send me the coordinates and we’ll find it.”

“Be careful,” Chin said.

“Not to worry. I have Danny as back-up,” Steve said as he hung up. The tracking of the second boat was received as soon as he had disconnected. He moved closer to the seven Coast Guard guys as Danny was explaining the situation.

“We don’t know who is responsible,” Danny was saying. “But they were definitely sending a message.”

“Chin has a lock on the second boat. That’s our priority right now,” Steve told Danny.

“We’ll take you, Commander,” Lieutenant Dunlap said. “Blackwell, Sterns, Peterson. You stay here. The rest are with us.”

Three of the seamen returned to the Coast Guard boat along with the Lieutenant, Steve and Danny. “Secure the crime scene. Take the two boats back to the dock,” Lt. Dunlap ordered. Certain that was dealt with, the Lieutenant went back to the controls of Coast Guard boat, waiting as it was untied from the Ilio-holo-i-ka-uaua. “You have the coordinates, sir?” Dunlap asked Steve who showed him his phone with a blinking dot about 30 miles out and apparently anchored.

“Good thing they are stopped,” Danny said, looking at the stationary dot.

“Wouldn’t be much of a problem for us to catch her even if she was under sail. Those boats are built for luxury, not speed.”

Danny nodded, accepting the life jacket from one of the sailors. Their boat. Their rules. Steve also put his on, fastening it securely. He followed Danny toward the stern when Danny’s phone rang.

“Chin,” Danny said.

“The Governor reached out to Secretary Panetta. If we don’t find Kono in the next hour, he has agreed to release Diego Naranjo. He’s not happy about it. But he said you are right. Enough innocents have died at their hands.”

“This is excellent news,” Danny said in relief.

“Here’s some not so great news,” Chin said grimly. “Turns out Adam Noshimuri owns a 120 foot Hatteras Yacht.”

“No,” Danny said, looking up at Steve.

“We don’t know that it’s his. But seems like a huge coincidence,” Chin said, his teeth clinched.

“To say the least,” Danny said.

“Go talk to him,” Steve said to Chin. “Take a uniform.”

“Roger that,” Chin said in grim satisfaction. “Toast thinks he’s close to finding the boat she’s on.”

“That is great news,” Danny said.

“Sure hope it’s not the same boat,” Steve said.

“Adam better hope not too,” Chin said.

Steve and Danny traded a look after the call ended. If Chin did more than talk to Adam, well, it would be hard to hold that against him.

“Okay, okay,” Steve said, bouncing on his toes. “Toast may have found Kono. We may have found Adam’s boat. What am I missing?”

“Who killed the Tongans,” Danny said, looking out over the water.

“Whoever is on Adam’s boat,” Steve said. “But why?”

“I guess we’ll find out in about 10 minutes,” Danny said, leaning against the railing to watch the water rush by.

“Sirs,” Lt Dunlap said as he approached Danny and Steve.

“Yes, Lieutenant,” Steve said in full military voice.

“We have eyes on your boat, sir. A helicopter spotted it. It’s anchored close to one of the private islands not far from the international shipping lanes. We’re less than 5 minutes out.”

“Excellent,” Steve said with a nod. “Can they determine if there are passengers? How many crew?”

“Not with any degree of precision. They believe there are 2 heat signatures. But the power of the engine and the size of the boat make the readings unreliable.”

“Understood,” Steve said. “You and your men are armed?”

“Yes sir. We all have on bulletproof vests. Not SOP unless we receive a call from Five-0.”

“That’s for the best,” Danny agreed with a nod. Lt Dunlap gave him a tight smile before going back to the bow. “Does that size yacht have a holding tank like the one Kono’s in?”

“I don’t think so. It looked more like a fishing boat to me.”

“Yeah. Maybe Kamekona can find out who sold it to him,” Danny said, going with Steve to the bow when the gigantic yacht came into view. “Oh my God.”

“Yakuza money,” Steve responded.

“Allegedly,” Danny said.

“Right.” Steve watched as Lt Dunlap announced their presence with a megaphone, informing those on the yacht that Five-0 and the Coast Guard needed to have a word. Predictably there was no response. Fortunately there were no shots fired.

“We are boarding your vessels. Do not fire. We will shoot to kill,” Dunlap warned as two of his men secured the boats together. A third produced a rope ladder that hooked over the side of the yacht, enabling Steve and Danny to climb using one hand, their guns in their other.

“Five-0,” Steve yelled, facing the stern as Danny faced the bow. The Coast Guard guys climbed over after them, their weapons also drawn. Steve nodded his head toward the wheelhouse, Danny silently agreeing to follow him. Steve cautiously approached the bridge of the yacht, pointing his gun at the man sitting in a chair close by the control panel. When the man made no indication that anyone was behind him, Steve tapped him on the shoulder with the barrel of his gun, the man standing to turn and stare at Steve. He immediately raised both hands, using his right index finger to remove the earphones from his ears.

“What is your name?” Steve demanded of the man who was in his mid to late 40s, only a little taller than Danny with brown hair and brown eyes. He had the complexion of a haole and was utterly forgettable in his starched white pants and shirt.

“Phil…Phil Bishop,” the man stuttered, clearly terrified of all the guns now trained on him.

“Who is in charge here?” Steve asked.

“In charge?” Phil Bishop repeated.

“Yeah. You know – tells you where to go. When to stop next to a fishing boat so the guys on it can be slaughtered,” Danny said, gesturing with his gun instead of his hands.

“I had nothin’ to do with that. I go where I’m told. That’s all I know,” Phil Bishop said, the words tumbling out over each other.

“Told by who?” Steve demanded, taking a menacing step closer to Phil to loom over him.

“Joey. Joey Womersley,” Phil said.

“And where will we find Joey Womersley?” Steve asked.

Phil pointed to the deck, Steve nodding.

“Cuff him,” Steve ordered one the sailors, the others following as he went to the steps that would take them down to the lower deck. Music greeted them before they could find the source of it, rock loud enough to drown out most any other noises. The living area of the downstairs was empty, two doors beyond closed.

“Right or left?” Danny yelled, pointing at each. “Err – port or starboard?”

“Right,” Steve shouted, staying against the hull of the ship as they approached the closed door. He tried the handle, not surprised to find it locked. One hard kick and it flew open, Danny charging in followed by Steve, Lt Dunlap and two Coast Guard sailors. They all pulled up in a sudden halt at the sight before them. The man and woman on the bed were in the middle of… well. There were plenty of words to describe their involvement but labeling it was hardly on the top of any of their minds.

“What the ever-loving-fuck?” Danny finally said, staring open mouthed at the couple as they froze in mid-motion.

“Someone please turn off the damn music,” Steve said loud enough to be heard. One of the sailors disappeared and soon blessed silence fell over them all.

The man in the bed looked over the woman’s blond head, his eyes growing wide and terrified. He raised his hands straight up into the air, far away from the possibility of reaching for any sort of armament.

“God you are such a wuss,” the woman practically spit at the man beneath her. She made to reach under the pillow but Steve stopped her.

“Do not try it,” Steve ordered in his most threatening voice, taking a long step closer to the bed. Even Danny wanted to obey it – that’s how scary it was.

She looked over her shoulder at the five men staring at her before throwing herself off the man to sit up, her sculpted legs stretched out in front of her, her breasts and every other asset with which God had endowed her on full display. It also provided unwelcome proof that her hair was not naturally blond. Not even close. “You’ll have to wait your turn,” she said up to Steve with a supposedly seductive smile. Steve just stared down the barrel of her gun at her.

“What is your name?” Steve demanded, watching as Danny picked up a shirt and threw it at the woman. She casually pulled it on, buttoning the one in the very center which somehow looked more risqué than when she had been completely naked.

“Joey Womersley,” the naked man said as he moved to sit up, his hands still in the air. He had slowly pulled the sheet up so he wasn’t completely exposed which all the others preferred.

“Not you. Her,” Danny said, gesturing between them with his gun.

“She is Joey Womersley,” the man said. “I’m Leon Tyler.”

“Did you kill those Tongans?” Steve asked Leon, daring him to lie.

“No,” Leon said, shaking his head far too many times.

“Shut up,” Joey hissed at him.

“We’re done,” Leon told her, apparently deciding to grow a set. “She killed them. Always turns her on.”

“Eww,” Danny said, shaking his head. “I did not need to hear that.”

“Do you work for Adam Noshimuri?” Steve asked them.

“She does,” Leon said with a tilt of his head. “I’m just along for the ride.”

“And going to prison,” Danny added. “Both of you.”

“You have nothing on us,” Joey said much too confidently. “We’re just out enjoying the beautiful Hawaiian afternoon.”

“Then why was your boat tied up to the fishing boat with two dead Tongans?” Steve asked. “Satellites don’t lie. I suggest you don’t either.”

“I don’t know anything about any Tongans,” Joey claimed, examining her nails as though her manicure ought to be the focus of the entire universe.

“Does Adam know you killed them?” Steve asked her.

“I have no idea what Adam does or does not know,” Joey said breezily.

“Let’s find out what he knows,” Steve decided, selecting Adam’s speed dial.

“You are bluffing,” Joey said calmly.

“You think?” Steve asked, putting his phone on speaker. Joey visibly flinched when Adam answered.

“For the love of all the gods, tell Chin I didn’t do it,” Adam requested, anger in every syllable.

“Stand down, Chin,” Steve said. “We have bigger fish.”

“Do tell,” Chin replied sounding angry in his own very controlled way.

“I’m on what I can only assume is your yacht, Adam. With Joey Womersley and Leon Tyler.”

“Joey?” Adam said, surprise evident in his voice. “You said you were going to New York. What are you doing on the yacht?”

“Murdering Tongans,” Steve told Adam when Joey declined to answer.

“Those two Tongans Chin Ho told me about? You killed them?” Adam demanded.

“She killed them,” Leon confirmed.

“Why? For what reason?” Adam asked.

“Something about $25,000?” Leon said.

“Shut the hell up,” Joey said, raising a hand to punch Leon. Steve grabbed her hand before she could land a blow, hauling her off the bed and pulling her hands behind her back to cuff her.

“What about $25,000?” Adam asked, his words frozen. “Tell me you did not sell out Kono.”

“She’s standing in your way,” Joey said. “I was doing you a favor.”

“You,” Steve said, turning Joey to face him. “You turned her over to Rendon.”

“I did,” Joey said, straightening as much as her five foot frame could. “She was bad for Adam. Bad for business.”

“I will have you killed,” Adam said calmly from Steve’s phone. Joey’s face turned ashen at those words. “Where is Kono?”

“How would I know?” Joey said. “I paid those Tongan losers to take her. That was all I had to do with it.”

“So killing them was cleaning up after yourself,” Danny said in contempt.

“I should have killed that old man too,” Joey said with a one shoulder shrug.

“Where are your pants? You are going to jail for the rest of your life,” Steve said, shoving her none-too-gently toward Lt. Dunlap. “Get her out of my sight. And take him with you.”

Lt Dunlap nodded, walking her and Leon out and to the other stateroom where they could put on some clothes.

“Where does that leave us?” Chin asked sounding nearly desperate.

“Did Toast find her?” Danny asked.

“Not the last time I called him. That was 15 minutes ago,” Chin said.

“All right,” Danny said. “We’ll give him a call. If he found her, the Coast Guard can take us to her location.”

“Keep me posted,” Chin said. Requested. Demanded.

“Roger that,” Danny said before hanging up and dialing Toast.

“Jersey,” Toast said. “I was just going to call you. But I guess now it’s a moot point.”

“What?” Danny said.

“You have eyes on her, right?” Toast asked with a tone of satisfaction.

“Eyes on who? Danny asked.

“You found her, didn’t you?” Toast asked.

“Found who? Are you high? Again?”

“No. No I’m not. But your signal is coming less than a half mile from where the boat is located.”

“What boat? Adam’s boat? I’m on Adam’s boat,” Danny said.

“No. The boat with SurferGirl. It’s less than half a mile from where you are,” Toast said, sounding uncharacteristically agitated. “I figured you knew that and that’s why you are there.”

“No we’re on Adam’s boat,” Danny said in exasperation.

“And it’s near one of the private islands,” Toast said. “You are on the opposite side of the island from where SurferGirl is.”

What Toast was saying finally sunk into and Danny looked up at Steve. “She’s at this island.”

“No shit,” Steve said, shaking his head. “We can’t be that lucky.”

“Maybe Joey has unfinished business with Rendon,” Danny said. “She came back to… well, who knows what.”

“Yeah,” Steve said, looking over at Lt. Dunlap who had turned over the suspects to two of his men to guard on the Coast Guard boat. “Okay. We need to figure out the best approach to circle the island.”

“Oh no, no, no,” Toast was saying from Danny’s phone. “It’s noon.”

“Oh great,” Danny said, looking up at Steve.

“You’re going to have to talk to Rendon,” Steve told Toast. “Tell him… I don’t know. We’re meeting with the Governor about Diego’s release.”

“All of you?” Toast said.

“Think of something,” Danny said urgently. “He’s going to be calling any second. You are going to have to handle it.”

“All right, all right. But this is going to cost more than malasadas.”

“Fine. Talk to him. Keep him on the line as long as you can. And call us back.”

“Right. Right,” Toast said, disconnecting without saying good-bye.

“Think he can handle it?” Steve asked, frowning down at Danny.

“I sure hope so. He’s smart enough to bluff his way through,” Danny said, trying not to sound overly hopeful. “How are we going to get to Kono without Rendon putting a bullet in her head?”

“How big is this island? Do you know?” Steve asked Dunlap.

“It should be on the topographical maps of this area,” Dunlap said.

“Good,” Steve said with a nod. “Maybe we can use the island to our advantage.”

“What about this boat? What are we going to do with it?” Danny asked.

“If Joey has business with Rendon, we can use it to get close,” Steve realized. “He has no reason to suspect she’s no longer aboard.”

“There is that. We’ll need that short guy’s help,” Danny said waving vaguely above his head.

“’The short guy?’ Really Danno?” Steve asked, barely able to contain his smirk.

“Sure. Laugh it up. See where it gets you,” Danny said, turning to go up top. Steve and Lt Dunlap automatically followed, the Lieutenant far enough back that they couldn’t see his amused expression. “Listen, Phil Bishop,” Danny was saying when they arrived on the bridge. “You are in trouble already. Even if you claim you didn’t know anything about the Tongans before she murdered them, you are still an accessory.”

“I didn’t…didn’t have anything to do…do with that,” Phil said from where he sat handcuffed to the chair they had found him in.

“That’s neither here nor there,” Danny said, waving away his protests. “We need to get to the boat on the other side of this island. You are going to take us there.”

“Sure. Sure,” Phil agreed.

“And if you try anything, if you try to warn them or do anything that is not strictly in your responsibilities as captain of this boat, I will shoot you myself. Do I make myself clear?” Danny demanded.

“Sure. Sure,” Phil repeated with a great many nods. “I can get you real close. His pilot knows me. We aren’t what you’d call friends but we’ve hung out here and there, from time to time. Bars for drinks. Good to have a friendly face when you’re away from home all the time. You know how it is. Can be lonely even if the pay is good. The best of any I’ve ever….”

“Phil,” Steve said sharply, cutting him off. “Are you from New Jersey?”

“Jersey?” Phil said with a frown. “No. Arizona. Always wanted to have a life on the sea. Like in the pirate movies. You know the ones. Not that I’m a pirate. And I had nothing to do with those men she killed. I do as I’m told and that’s all. You got to believe me. I didn’t do…”

“Okay,” Steve said, once again stopping him. “Okay. Just get us to that boat without them suspecting anything and it will go better for you.”

“Sure, sure,” Phil agreed, waiting as Lt Dunlap unlocked the handcuffs so he could start the engine. “Should only take a few minutes to warm her up. Then we’ll be underway.”

“Good,” Steve said, rolling his eyes as he moved away from Phil and closer to Danny. They watched as two of the Coast Guard sailors untied the boats.

“Remain here,” Lt Dunlap ordered two of the sailors, the third remaining on the yacht. “Once we have secured the other ship, we’ll contact you.”

“Aye sir,” the sailor acknowledged, handcuffing the two suspects to a convenient handle on the hull of the boat.

Steve stopped trying to stare holes into Joey to edge closer to Danny when his phone rang.

“Toast. How’d it go?” Danny asked.

“Not good, Jersey. Not good at all. Rendon wasn’t happy that none of Five-0 were here to take his call. He said if he doesn’t see your faces in the next 15 minutes, he’s going to drown SurferGirl,” Toast said, agitation in his voice.

“No,” Steve said too loudly. “Did you tell him we’d talked to Secretary Panetta? And they are going to release Diego?”

“I tried. But he said unless he hears it from your mouth, he isn’t believing it. And if you were meeting with the Governor like I said you were, you’d be back in less than 15 minutes after I called you.”

“All right,” Steve said to Toast, bouncing on his toes, the only sign on his agitation and concern. “All right. We’ll get to her in time.”

“I hope so. He’s plenty unhappy,” Toast told Steve.

“Understood,” Steve acknowledged. “We’ll contact you as soon as we have her. Can you call Chin and update him?”

“Consider it done,” Toast said, hanging up.

“Dunlap,” Steve called, the Lieutenant coming over to them. “We have less than 15 minutes to get to our officer. And we need medivac on stand-by. She may be injured and we’ll need to fly her out.”

“Aye, sir,” Dunlap acknowledged. He went back over to Phil, encouraging him to set the boat into motion. “Does it really matter if it damages the engines?”

“I suppose it doesn’t,” Phil decided, making the boat roar to life. Danny was thrown against Steve at the sudden movement, Steve steadying him.

“Sea-legs, Danno. You need ‘em,” Steve said, still holding onto him.

“I’m not part fish, big guy,” Danny reminded him. “I didn’t grow up on a boat.”

“Fish don’t travel by boat,” Steve said unnecessarily.

“Shut up,” Danny said with no fire behind the words. If the two members of the Coast Guard were trying to hide their smiles, Steve and Danny weren’t going to comment. Danny moved a respectable distance away from Steve, leaning his back against the railing as the boat churned around the island. “We’ll need to be out of sight,” Danny said. “We don’t want to alert them that we’re here.”

“True,” Steve agreed, turning to survey the boat. “We’ll go under the patio. They won’t see us but we’ll be able to hear everything going on.”

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