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19 December 2012 @ 04:54 am
Fic: Formerly of Hawaii Five-0 for dante_s_hell (part 1/2)  
part 1 of 2 becasue it's too long for one post

Title: Formerly of Hawaii Five-0
Written by:tkeylasunset
Written fordante_s_hell
Characters: Steve/Danny
Word Count: ~11,000
Summary: It all started when Steve fired Danny. How could they have predicted what would happen from there? Some Danny h/c. Some unexpected plot.
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Sure, I am the sole owner/operator of Hawaii Five-0. That’s why I live in Hawaii in the lap of luxury! Oh – that’s not me. I make no claim to H50 or those who inhabit it. So please don’t sue me. All you’ll get is my six dogs. And nobody wants that.
Proofreader: dante_s_hell because she is awesome like that!!! (Be certain that any remaining errors are entirely my fault!)
In her wishlist, dante_s_hell requested Danny-centric hurt/comfort. My plan was to simply fulfill that wish. Then I was visited by Ms. Plot who insisted on being included. And then Mr. Sex-scene decided he should get a showing. So this happened. I am posting it with dante_s_hell’s kind permission. Thanks BB! And Merry Christmas!


Chin and Kono weren’t even pretending that they were doing anything other than listening in. Steve and Danny’s voices were so loud there was no possible way they could not have heard what they saying. They’d seen them disagree but this, this was different. This was real anger, a major disagreement the likes of which they had never before witnessed.

“I have warned you. I have told you more times than I can count. But that still doesn’t stop you,” Steve said, his voice practically rattling the windows of his office.

“You don’t listen. You never listen,” Danny retorted.

“I am in charge. I don’t have to do it your way. Why is that such a hard concept for you?” Steve demanded.

“I know you are in charge. I have never questioned that. Not once. Your methods are not what I would choose but I do it your way.”

“You question every statement I make. Try to contradict every order I give. I ordered you into the warehouse but you refused,” Steve said.

Danny took a step closer, his hand nearly bouncing off Steve’s chest as he illustrated his point. “The warehouse was not secure. We could have all been killed.”

“I’m trained to assess these situations. I knew it was safe to enter.”

“You’re trained….” Danny said, recoiling back from him. “You’re trained. And I got my badge out of a box of Cracker Jacks. Thank God there is someone to show all us amateurs how to do police work. Otherwise we’d just be stumbling around blind hoping to trip over a criminal we could arrest.”

“That’s enough,” Steve said in a tone Chin and Kono had never heard him use before.

“No. No that is not enough. I’m sick of you acting like you are so much smarter, so much better trained than the rest of us poor slackers. The almighty Commander Steve McGarrett. Showing us how it’s done.” Danny jabbed his finger in Steve’s chest to make his point, Steve’s body going rigid at the contact.

“Back off, Detective.”

“Or what, Commander? Are you going to shoot me? Because that is your answer to everything. Violence is not the only answer. At least not to normal people,” Danny shouted.

“I won’t be talked to like that,” Steve shouted back.

“You should be. Because then maybe you would think before you act. Did the Navy train or beat or scare that capacity out of you? Because I’ve never seen you try it,” Danny snarled.

Chin and Kono alternated between staring at each other and staring through the blinds at the anger radiating off Steve and Danny. Their spines were so straight they could have snapped, their faces fiery with emotion.

“You need to get out of my office,” Steve said in a hard, low voice.

“No. No I do not need to get out. I need to get some sense into your rock hard head.”

“I told you to leave,” Steve said in the same deadly quiet voice.

“And I said I’m not. Not until you admit you were wrong. I know it’s anathema for you to ever ever admit someone may have had a better idea. But you were wrong and we almost died because of it.”

“No one was hurt. But that will change if you don’t get out of my sight right now,” Steve warned.

“Are you threatening me?” Danny demanded. “Are you actually going to shoot me if I don’t obey the almighty Commander McGarrett? Lord of all he surveys.”

Kono and Chin could see Steve stiffen even more at that although they hadn’t thought it would be possible. The muscle in his jaw was jumping and he was bruising his own arm where he was digging in his fingers.

“Your insubordination is intolerable,” Steve told him in rising anger. “And I will no longer allow it.”

“You won’t allow it,” Danny repeated. “You won’t allow it.

“Surrender your gun and your badge,” Steve ordered, his hand outstretched.

Chin and Kono gasped at the words, instinctively moving closer to the door.

“Boss?” Kono said. She couldn’t believe it. Surely they hadn’t heard correctly.

“You don’t have any part of this. Either of you,” Steve said, turning his laser focus back on Danny. “Your gun and badge, Detective.”

Danny’s face was a blank. He stared at Steve like he couldn’t understand a word he was saying.

“You are fired from Five-0, Detective. Turn in your badge and your gun. We will pack up your office and return your personal items to you. Chin, escort the Detective to his car.”

Chin stared at Steve then at Danny. This couldn’t be happening. Steve and Danny were friends. More than friends – they were brothers. How had it gotten this far? Surely Steve would back down and rescind his order.

“Lieutenant Kelly. Is there a reason for your delay in following my order?” Steve demanded, staring holes through Chin.

Chin shifted his gaze to Kono who was equally incredulous. The spell of silence was shattered when Danny removed his gun and his badge and carefully placed them on Steve’s desk. With that, he turned on his heel and head held high, left the Five-0 offices.

“Danny?” Chin said as he followed him down the steps. Kono was right behind him, hurrying to catch with them both.

Danny didn’t slow, didn’t stop until he reached the Camaro. He stared at it, his body frozen.

“I don’t understand this,” Chin said, Kono stopping beside him.

“What happened?” Kono asked, tears shimmering in her eyes. “I mean. I know what happened. But what happened?”

“I…I don’t know,” Danny said quietly. “I’ve said the same to him before. I don’t… he isn’t…” Danny stopped and looked up at them. “Go back. I don’t want you caught up in this.”

“We’re a part of this already,” Kono said. “I’m so sorry.”

“I’m sorry,” Danny said softly. “I’m glad Grace is in England so I don’t have to explain yet.”

“What are you going to do?” Chin asked.

“I…have no idea,” Danny admitted.

“I’ll call the police chief. See if you can go back to HPD,” Chin said.

Danny nodded absently. They weren’t entirely sure he had heard them. The shock was still written all over his face. “I guess I should have asked about severance,” he said quietly.

“We’ll ask. And we’ll let you know. I’m going to talk to Steve,” Kono said firmly.

“No, Kono. Don’t risk it. Not yet. Let him calm down,” Danny said. “I’ll call him tomorrow. Apologize. See if I can get my job back.”

“But you aren’t wrong, brah,” Chin said. “He is out of control.”

“We should have stood up for you,” Kono said.

“We’ll talk about it tomorrow,” Danny repeated. “Right now, I need to…go.” He waved toward the street, encompassing the Camaro.

“All right,” Chin said, pulling him into a hug. “Do you want us to come by tonight?”

“No,” Danny said, hugging Kono. “Maybe we can have lunch tomorrow.”

“Good,” Kono agreed. “1:00 at Kamekona’s?”

“No,” Danny said, shaking his head, sounding slightly desperate. “Some place else.”

“All right,” Chin said. “We’ll have pizza.”

“Better,” Danny said. “I’ll meet you there at 1:00.”

“Call if you need anything,” Kono said as Danny entered his car, watching with a frown as he drove off. “I can’t believe it.”

“Me neither,” Chin said, shaking his head. “I thought I knew Steve. But this…this is….”

“Yeah,” Kono said, taking a deep breath. “We better get back upstairs.”

“Right,” Chin said, their feet dragging as they mounted the steps.

Steve was in his office, his door closed, the blinds slanted nearly shut. That he did not wish to be disturbed was abundantly clear and they gladly respected his wishes.


Chin and Kono got to the pizza place at exactly 1:00 to find Danny already there, a tall glass of water in front of him. He was staring into space and didn’t respond to them until they had spoken twice.

“I’m sorry,” he said, looking up, his eyes clouded. “I was a million miles away.”

“Understandably,” Chin said, sitting across from him, Kono next to Chin. “How are you doing?”

“Not great,” Danny admitted. “I woke up at 4:30 this morning. Couldn’t get back to sleep.”

“I think that’s to be expected,” Kono said in sympathy. She looked up at the waitress when she stopped by their table.

“The usual?” the waitress asked, glancing at Danny with concern on her face.

“Yeah. That’d be great,” Kono agreed. The waitress nodded and left them alone.

“How is he?” Danny asked, staring into his water glass.

“Miserable. Angry. Yelling at everything that moves,” Chin said.

“I’m sorry for you. But not for him,” Danny said.

“Did you call him?” Kono asked gently.

“I called. Eight times I called. He didn’t answer,” Danny said. “Chief of Police called me. They may take me back. But they don’t want to cross Steve.”

“Will you accept?” Chin asked.

“I don’t know. Maybe. I haven’t decided. There are no guarantees anyway,” Danny said.

“Don’t decide right away,” Chin advised.

“I hear there’s an opening at Pearl Harbor gift shop,” Danny joked. But it was entirely humorless.

“Take some time, brah,” Chin said. “Consider it a vacation. You’re owed pay for all your vacation time.”

“Since we never get any, you have plenty,” Kono said.

“I think I will take a little time. Kick back,” Danny said with a sigh.

“You deserve it,” Kono said, reaching over to cover Danny’s hand with hers. “And we will always have your back. No matter what.”

“Thank you,” Danny said. He looked up when the waitress returned with their order, each of them taking a slice. Danny shoved his around his plate but never took an actual bite. He listened to Kono and Chin as they talked but did not contribute.

The cousins weren’t anxious to leave him but they had failed to draw him out. After reminding him to call if he needed anything, they returned to HQ, glad that Steve was not there. He didn’t return the rest of the afternoon, texting Chin that he was following up on some evidence from their latest case. Kono and Chin were skeptical but as long as Steve and his thunderous unhappiness did not return, they were just as glad.


Just like he told the cousins, Danny used his unexpected freedom to have a vacation, the first he had had in as long as he could remember.

On Friday morning, he got up early and went to a beach where the waves were prime but was a place he knew Steve never surfed. He fell off his board more times than not but the physical exertion felt good. He finally gave up when his stomach started to growl and his legs were trembling from his efforts.

He carried his surfboard across the sand to find a stranger lounging practically on top of his beach towel. “Can I help you?” Danny asked, standing up his surfboard and grabbing his smaller towel.

“You just might be able to,” the man said, squinting up at Danny. He was several years older than Danny, a native of the islands. He had the body of someone who used to take pride in it but had let it go from lack of exercise and lack of interest. He had the demeanor of a policeman but Danny knew all the local cops and he was not one of them. He wore a pair of neatly pressed khakis and a navy blue polo shirt.

“How might I be able to help you, Mr….?” Danny asked, leaving a verbal space for the man to fill in his name.

“I’m Ae Kumoimi, Detective Williams,” the man said, standing to size up Danny. “I am chief of police at the Hawaii State University.”

“I already have a degree. But thanks,” Danny said, retrieving his tee shirt and pulling it on.

“I happen to know that, degree or not, you are unemployed.”

“Do you always do your recruiting on the beach?” Danny asked, sitting on his beach towel and drinking from his water.

“When you’re surfing,” Chief Kumoimi said. “I need an experienced detective on my team. You need a job. Match made in heaven.”

“I see,” Danny said, looking from the waves crashing onto the shore to focus on the Chief. “How’d you know where to find me?”

“Chin Ho Kelly told me.”

“Let me guess. You’re a cousin,” Danny said.

“Something like that,” Kumoimi said. “Will you consider my offer?”

“Isn’t there a process? A procedure? Can you hire people off the beach?”

“There are policies and procedures. No one more qualified will apply. And I can bring you on as a temp until all the hoops have been jumped through.”

“I need to think about it,” Danny said, squinting up at him.

“Of course. Here is my card with my cell phone number. Call me next week and we’ll discuss salary and benefits. And you might be interested to know that employees of the university receive free tuition for their children.”

“That’s quite a perk,” Danny said with a nod.

“It is,” Kumoimi said. “I look forward to hearing from you.”

“Right,” Danny said, putting the card in one of his shoes. As soon as the Chief had pulled away in his car, Danny took out his new disposable phone. Room 225. Ten minutes.

Copy that
came the instant reply.

Danny gathered up his stuff, carrying everything to the parking lot and strapping the surfboard to his roof. He drove the few miles to the no-tell motel, going directly to the room to open the door. He was body checked up against it as soon as he was inside, his mouth consumed by one that was oh-so-familiar.

“JesusGod I’ve missed you,” Steve said into his mouth as he continued to kiss him.

“Not my idea,” Danny reminded him as he dove in for more, his tongue practically down Steve’s throat. Steve’s hips rutted against Danny’s, the friction as frustrating as it was delicious. “God,” Danny groaned when Steve shoved his hand between their bodies to circle his rock hard erection. “Get them off. Off now.”

Steve set to work on Danny’s board shorts, very soon shoving them down as he rucked up his tee shirt, licking the salty, sunwarmed skin. He sank to his knees, taking Danny into his mouth, Danny’s head banging on the door behind him.

“Don’t wanna to come this way,” Danny moaned, his fingers scritching Steve’s head. “Need you fucking me.”

“That’s next,” Steve promised after he reluctantly released Danny. He pulled Danny’s shirt over his head, throwing it on the floor before manhandling him over to the bed. He shoved Danny backward, Danny bouncing before sprawling out in invitation. Danny could only lick his lips as Steve made quick work of his grey cargo pants and black polo. As soon as Steve was wonderfully naked, he climbed onto Danny, consuming his mouth and stealing his breath. “God Danny.”

“Come on come on,” Danny begged, thrusting his hips up in order to increase the friction between them. “Wanna fuck you.”

“Thought you wanted me to do you.”

“Don’t care. Just hurry up.”

Steve straightened enough to stare down at Danny’s flushed face as he reached over for the lube. He spread it over Danny’s cock, Danny moaning at the touch.

“Don’t come,” Steve ordered. Danny nearly disobeyed when Steve reached around his own back and roughly shoved two fingers into his body. “Uhnn….”

“Come on,” Danny said, bruising Steve’s thighs where his fingers were digging in, leaving a blossom of finger shaped bruises.

Steve moved forward, taking Danny deep with one thrust. Danny rose to meet him, gasping as he was encased. “God,” Steve moaned.

“Move,” Danny said, trying to get Steve to create the friction he craved.

“In a sec,” Steve panted, resting his ass over Danny’s groin, the blond curls tickling him. He leaned forward to let the hair on Danny’s chest graze his palms. His grin in reaction to Danny’s protest was best described as feral. “You want it?”

“I want it,” Danny pleaded, thrusting up as well as he could. Steve relented, his thigh muscles flexing as he moved up and down on Danny. “Yesyesyesyes….” Danny hissed. He was staring up at Steve, drinking in the sight of his head thrown back, beads of sweat gathering in the hollow of his collarbones.

“You goin’ do something about this?” Steve asked, grasping his own hard cock with one hand.

“That’s mine,” Danny said, batting away Steve’s hand. “It’s only mine.”

“Uhnnn….” Steve groaned, biting his bottom lip as Danny touched him in the way he knew was Steve’s hardest triggers. “God yes.”

They had started so close to the edge it was only a few hot, frenzied minutes before they fell over. Steve collapsed on top of Danny, using his elbows to bear some of his weight.

“Oh God,” Danny whispered before licking Steve’s cheek just in front of his ear.

“Yeah,” Steve agreed, flopping over on his back and turning his head to study Danny. “You okay?”

“I guess?” Danny said. “Don’t like lying to Kono and Chin.”

“I know,” Steve said, tracing Danny’s jaw with the back of his hand. “Why’d you want to see me?”

“Campus police chief offered me a job. Just like we expected,” Danny said.

“What’d you say?” Steve asked, rolling on his side to better see Danny.

“I’d have to think about it. I couldn’t look too eager. I’ll call him Monday and accept,” Danny said.

“Good. The sooner you find out what’s going on, the sooner you can come back,” Steve said, gently nipping Danny’s ear.

“I don’t know why the Governor said I had to do this,” Danny said, not for the first time. “Why not get someone from the mainland to go undercover?”

“You know I asked him that. He said it needed to be one of us,” Steve said. “It was easier for me to fire you than the Governor to fire me.”

“I know,” Danny sighed. “Good thing we didn’t tell anyone about us yet,” Danny said, gesturing between their naked, sweaty bodies.

“If we had, he couldn’t have made us do this,” Steve said.

“I guess,” Danny said.

“Have you talked to Grace?”

“No. Rachel said it was best if I didn’t. We’re telling Grace I was fired only if it comes up. I’m hoping she doesn’t find out until afterwards. She’s going to be really pissed at you.”

“Then I hope they aren’t watching CNN,” Steve said.

“Godammit. It’s on CNN?” Danny said.

“Yeah. We’re pretty famous,” Steve reminded him.

“Shit. Well. Rachel said she’d deal with it. Thank God Denning said I could tell Rachel.”

“I’d feel better if Chin and Kono knew the truth,” Steve said, an edge of anger coming through. It was an argument he’d had repeatedly with the Governor. And he’d lost each time.

“Me too. You better go,” Danny said reluctantly. “We can’t risk having your truck near my car for too long.”

“Are you going to rent a car?” Steve asked as he left the bed for the bathroom.

“I guess so,” Danny said loud enough so Steve could hear him over the running water. “Make things simpler. You want to call and tell me I have to surrender the Camaro?”

“Yeah,” Steve agreed. “I’ll call you tonight. It will help with your cover.”

“I hate this.”

“I do too,” Steve said as he left the bathroom to gather his clothes. “With any luck, you won’t be there longer than a couple of weeks.”

“I hope so,” Danny said, watching him dress. Steve kissed him hard enough to last at least a day before checking the door.

“I’ll call you tonight. On your regular phone.”

“Okay,” Danny agreed. “Any time. I have no plans,” he said, his hands behind his head because he knew Steve enjoyed the view.

“You should,” Steve said before reluctantly slipping out and down the block to his truck.


Danny was watching a tape of a game the Jets had actually managed to win when his phone rang. He wasn’t really surprised to see the University Police listed on the caller ID.

“Williams,” he responded.

“Detective. Chief Kumoimi,” he said.

“What can I do for you?” Danny asked, trying to sound as disinterested as possible.

“I was wondering if you had considered my job offer,” the Chief said.

“I said I’d call you,” Danny replied.

“No time like the present. If we settle it now, you can report first thing tomorrow. Rumor has it that McGarrett seized your car.”

“It was Five-0 property,” Danny said, sounding angry. And resentful.

“As a campus detective, you will be issued a school car. No need to rent one,” the Chief told him.

“That is an added incentive,” Danny agreed as though he had to continue to consider the offer. “What is the salary?”

The Chief told him, Danny honestly impressed. It was nearly as much as he had been making at Five-0. That surprised him.

“How about this?” Danny said. “How about I come tomorrow and you fill me in on what my responsibilities would be? I’m not going to buy a pig in a poke.”

“That’s fair,” Chief Kumoimi. “8:00 am?”

“Sure,” Danny confirmed.

“How do you like your coffee, Detective?”

“Cream and sugar. And hot,” Danny said, the Chief laughing.

“You’ll have it. You know where my office is?”

“No but I can Google it. I’ll see you tomorrow at 8 a.m.” Danny said.

“I look forward to it,” the Chief said.


Danny decided to dig out one of his ties for his first day. Better to make a positive impression. Plus he was still a haole and he didn’t see any reason to pretend otherwise. It felt strange to have one on after having given into Steve’s gripping and losing them. But it also felt right.

He grimaced when he got to the rental in his parking place. It was a beater, the cheapest one he could find on Oahu. Not that he cared what it looked like but it sure wasn’t his beloved Camaro. Damn the Governor and his orders to investigate the University Police from the inside.

Danny got to the Chief’s office at 7:55, the student worker behind the desk indifferent to his presence.

“Not here yet,” he said, popping his gum before returning to his study of Facebooker or Tweeter or what-the-hell-ever.

Danny sat in one of the wooden chairs to wait, seeing no option. Not that he had anything else to do.

It was only four minutes later that the Chief arrived carrying a tray of coffee and a box from Lilha’s Bakery. The cocoa puffs were one more sign of his determination that Danny would be joining his police force.

“Detective Williams,” Chief Kumoimi said in greeting.

“Chief,” Danny replied, standing to follow him into the back where Kumoini’s office was. It looked over one of the largest courtyards on campus, several of the main academic buildings ringing it.

“Sit,” the Chief said, waving at one of the chairs facing his huge desk. There were several piles of papers on the surface, post-it notes sticking out from each one. “Your office is just across the hall. Computer and phone already there. Once all the paperwork is completed, you’ll be issued a badge and gun. Plus a cell phone. The usual equipment,” the Chief said with an all-encompassing wave.

“I haven’t agreed to the job,” Danny reminded him, sipping the perfect coffee.

“Yet you are here. Dressed for the job if somewhat too formally. Hazard of being a haole,” Kumoimi said with a laugh.

“So I’ve been told,” Danny said. “What would my primary job responsibilities entail?”

“The University is, for the most part, a safe haven. We have our bad apples like any diverse population. Lately, the crimes have been stepped up. TVs and computers disappearing from classrooms and dorm rooms. ATMs being hacked from on campus. Grades being changed electronically.”

“Sounds like you need a cybercrime expert,” Danny suggested.

“We suspect it’s the work of one group. The call themselves 'iliwai – the levelers.”

“Levelers,” Danny repeated.

“Rob from the rich. Give to the poor?” the Chief said.

“I see. Modern day Robin Hoods.”

“That’s their claim. We are, as you might expect, skeptical of their benevolence.”

“Do you have evidence to link the crimes together?” Danny asked.

“Some. Not enough to make a case. That’s why I’m anxious to bring you on. Your reputation is one of a problem solver,” Kumoimi said.

“I appreciate your confidence but successful police work is collaborative. Are there others working the cases?”

“I have one other officer assigned entirely to investigating. She’s young, fairly new to our force. You’ll be a good role model for her.”

“I see,” Danny said, considering all that had been said. It did not align with the investigation Denning had assigned them but it was an entree onto the campus to find out what was really going on. “All right. I accept.”

“Excellent,” Kumoimi said, standing. “We’ll get you set up in your office and you can fill out the necessary paperwork. I’ll introduce you to Office Lekala Meuloi over lunch.”

Danny followed the Chief into a fair sized office with a brand new desk, several visitor chairs, and a state-of-the-art computer. Already in place was a folder with Danny’s name on it. Inside were the numerous forms necessary to make him an official member of the University Police force.

After briefly explaining the process, the Chief left him to it.

I’ve been hired he texted on his disposable phone.

Good. Get the info an dget out Steve texted back.

You know it.

Rachel call?

No thakn God.

Steve replied.

Danny spent the entire morning dealing with the paperwork necessary to be hired. A tiny part of him felt guilty about whomever would be processing them. He had no intention of staying on longer than he absolutely had to in order to fulfill the governor’s request…order. He also did the electronic orientation required, finding it redundant and somewhat silly.

“Ready for lunch?” the Chief asked when he arrived at Danny’s door.

“More than ready,” Danny agreed. “I’ve never seen so many forms in my life. And I’ve spent all of my adulthood in police work.”

“It’s ridiculous,” Kumoimi confirmed. “Our tax dollars at work.”

“I guess so,” Danny said, following the Chief out of the offices.

“I thought we’d eat in the faculty dining room. Give you a feel for the atmosphere.”

“Makes sense,” Danny said, following Kumoimi out of the main administration building where the police office was housed. They crossed the courtyard, most of the students ignoring them. Several of the students left the sidewalk as the Chief and Danny approached, watching them walk by. Danny had no reasonable explanation for their behavior.

The Chief led him to the Student Union, a large, imposing building that was all glass and concrete. Not Danny’s taste in architecture but what did he know about these things? Kumoimi pointed out the college store, the central post office, the ice cream parlor, before they climbed one flight of stairs. Down the hall to the right was the faculty dining room, a small restaurant that was actually open to anyone, including students.

“The name is left over from the days when it was restricted to faculty,” Kumoimi explained.

“Traditions,” Danny said.

“We cling to them,” Kumoimi confirmed as he crossed the dining room to a table set for four next to the floor-to-ceiling windows. There was a discreet placard that said Reserved. Kumoimi sat on one side, Danny on the other. “Lekala is on her way.”

Danny nodded at that, looking up at the student waiter who had stopped by the table. “What can I get for you, Chief? Sir?” the young man asked after giving them menus, tension in his voice. Either he was brand new to being a waiter or something else was going on.

“I’ll have a Coke, Wesley,” Kumoimi requested. That seemed to negate the ‘new to being a waiter’ theory.

“Sir?” Wesley asked Danny.

“A cup of coffee and a glass of water,” Danny requested, Wesley nodding and leaving.

“This dining room is open 7:30 to 7:30 Monday through Thursday. It serves breakfast on Fridays. Closed on the weekends,” Chief said, watching the approach of a woman whom Danny assumed was Lekala. She was a few years older than Kono and resembled Amy Hanamoa. She wore slacks, and a light blue cotton shirt not too different from the one Danny wore. “Lekala,” Chief said as she approached.

“Chief,” she said with a brisk nod.

“This is Detective Danny Williams,” the Chief said, indicating Danny.

“Detective,” Lekala said, shaking his hand.

“Danny, please,” he replied.

She nodded at that, moving toward Danny’s side of the table. He automatically pulled out the empty chair so that she could sit.

Wesley returned with their drinks and a menu for the new arrival.

“Thank you, Wesley,” Lekala said with a warm smile for him.

“You’re welcome,” he responded, his smile dimming as he put the Coke in front of Kumoimi. He didn’t make eye contact as he gave Danny his coffee and water. “You want water?” he asked Lekala.

“Yes please. With extra lemon,” she requested.

“Be right back,” Wesley agreed.

“What looks good to you?” Kumoimi asked, indicating the somewhat limited menu. It had been printed out recently, the changing nature of the food being prepared by students studying culinary arts making it variable.

“I’m leaning toward the fish tacos,” Danny said, looking over at Lekala who was studying her menu with an intensity that Danny found excessive.

“That does sound good,” Lekala said, looking up to meet Danny’s gaze. “So today is your official first day?”

“Apparently,” Danny said. “I filled out so many forms, I have permanent writer’s cramp.”

“You must miss being with Five-0,” she said in sympathy, her entire focus on him.

“I miss my two co-workers. The overbearing demands of the Commander I can live just as happily without,” Danny said.

“I’ve heard Commander McGarrett can be something of a hard-ass,” the Chief said.

“You heard right,” Danny said. “Didn’t leave it behind when he left the Navy.”

“And it’s true he’s a SEAL?” Lekala asked.

“Was. Though he’d tell you once a SEAL always a SEAL. With him, once a pain in the ass, always a pain in the ass,” Danny said, injecting bitterness into his voice he did not feel.

“Entire situation is unfortunate for you. Fortunate for us,” the Chief said, looking up when the waiter returned for their order. They all made their requests, the topics turning to more general subjects.

“After we’ve finished eating,” the Chief said to Lekala, “you can show the Detective around the campus. Get the lay of the land.”

“Certainly,” she agreed.

Lunch was tasty and uneventful, the Chief telling Danny more about the way in which the university operated. Lekala had little to add and mostly remained quiet.

As they were preparing to leave, a middle-aged, immaculately dressed woman came into the dining room. All heads turned to follow as she walked directly over to their table. The Chief stood, smiling broadly at the newcomer.

“Dr. Blankenshire,” he said in greeting.

“Chief, Officer Meuloi,” she said in response. Danny had also stood, recognizing the president of the university. Even if he hadn’t recognized her name, her authoritative presence would have made it fairly obvious who she was. “You must be Detective Williams,” she said, holding out a manicured hand to him.

“I am,” Danny agreed, appreciating her firm handshake. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“Welcome aboard, Detective. I certainly hope you can get to the bottom of the current crime wave,” she said. She was smiling as she said it, practically winking at the Chief.

“I am going to give it my best shot,” Danny replied.

“Excellent. Now, I hate to rush, but my party is waiting,” she said, a sweeping hand indicating a large table toward the back.

“Thank you for stopping by,” Chief said, his smile still in place.

“Chief, Officer, Detective,” she said as she made her way to the back of the dining room.

“She is exactly as I would expect her to be,” Danny said to no one in particular.

“She’s been very good for the university,” Chief said firmly.

The tone implied that there were others who felt differently but Danny had had no time to form or learn any opposing views.

part 2 of 2===>
bymagajonesbymagajones on December 22nd, 2012 02:04 am (UTC)
So many questions! I like how you've structured the story, getting us straight into the fight without letting us know that it's staged until later. You're giving us little crumbs, enticing us to follow you along this story, and I'm trailing behind, eagerly scooping up each morsel. I'm heading right over to part 2!