New Fic: A Time to Heal Part Eleven
Title: A Time to Heal
Author: Twilight
Summary: What the hell just happened? One minute he was holding his gun on Davis and the next he was on the ground with Danny bleeding all over him.
Rated: Pg 13
Feedback: Always welcome
Part One
Part Eleven
Chin sat slumped at his desk, frustrated and tired, but it was still early and he had a long way to go before he could go home, snuggle with his wife and get some real sleep.
They had both been burning the midnight oil, working late or conflicting hours over the last several days, only ever just passing each other in the hallway, or sharing the bathroom mirror to brush their teeth, or coming home one after the other to fall into bed…and not in the fun way, but to drop off to sleep almost immediately and well…he really missed his wife.
Malia was his… everything; she filled in his gaps, places he didn’t even realize he had and made him a whole person.
And he couldn’t help but to think of Danny laying in a hospital bed and how they had almost lost him and what that would mean for him and Kono, but mostly what that would mean for Steve, what would losing Danny do to Steve?
Earlier when he had stopped in for a short visit, it seemed something was different, something had changed between the two men, but Chin wasn’t sure if it was just because Danny had been doing better…and he did look like he felt a lot better or if it had something to do with a change in their relationship.
Danny was still Danny, but Steve was…looser…more relaxed and whatever the shift was, Chin was just happy to see that Steve was finally able to let down his guard.
And if Danny was the one who filled in Steve’s gaps…and vise versa, then Chin would truly be happy for them.
Life was too short not to live it. And not only live it, but live it with someone you love.
Without thought, he picked up his phone and dialed Malia’s cell, thinking more than likely, it would go right through to her voice mail, but that was fine.
He could tell her how much he loved her on her voice mail too.
He had almost let her go, once upon a time and was so thankful and blessed to have her back in his life, a woman that wanted to be his forever too.
The phone rang and then rang again and then she was answering, Hello, love…I’ve really missed you. her voice was instantly soothing to his jagged and frayed nerves and he loved the soft musical lilt that she spoke in, a smooth cadence reserved just for him.
“Hi, baby…I’ve missed you too.”
Are you going to make it home for dinner?
“I hope before…we’re spinning our wheels on trying to locate Davis, the leads are running dry and if no other pressing cases come across my desk, I’m gonna make you dinner.”
She laughed, delighted and the sound of her laughter delighted him, I would love to come home after hours of slaving away on the job to a home-cooked meal, Chin Ho…I’m so tired of vending machine sandwiches and chips…what are you making me?
He honestly didn’t know.
He really hadn’t done much of the cooking in their relationship, since he usually worked late or strange hours, only coming home when the case was resolved or they had done all they could have done at the time, which was okay with both of them. Malia’s patients didn’t keep office hours either, although she usually did beat him home and he would stumble in to find a plate of home cooked food or take out containers waiting for him in the fridge.
But…when he did find himself home ahead of her, he would plan and make an extravagant dinner, set the table with the good china that his family had passed on to him when they married. He would light the candles and open a good bottle of wine, because he didn’t know when the next time would be, that they could dine like this again, so each time would be as special as he could make it.
She would come home to find him in the kitchen stirring a pot or checking the meat temperature and wrap her delicate arms around him, hug him from behind and rest her chin on his shoulder, whisper words of love and gratitude in his ear, gush about the dinner offerings, which would lead to dessert, which would lead to soft kisses, which would lead to other enjoyable activities.
Which would, in-turn prompt him to beat her home again in the coming days, to do it all over again.
“I could try the meatloaf recipe Danny’s mom gave me…it’s one of Danny’s favorites, but then again, Danny has weird tastes.”
She laughed, sending a spike of pure joy through him, sounds very exotic, Chin found himself leaning in over his desk, pressing his phone closer to his ear, and I’m sure it’ll be wonderful. Danny’s always talking about his mother’s cooking…when I spoke with her earlier, she told me that Danny had already requested her lasagna, so…maybe we can spring a little welcome home party and Momma Williams can feed us all.
“I like the way you think, woman,” he shifted in his chair, resting his head back, looking up at the ceiling, sighing “It sounds like a great plan…have you had a chance to check in on them today…I stopped earlier, and Steve was the only one there yet, but Danny looked so much better…”
He’s making remarkable progress, but…
“But…” he prompted, sitting up again, his good mood all but forgotten, worried about what she might say.
A huff of breath came over the line, a tic she had developed while thinking of how best to explain something and then she said, It’s just that he is doing so well and this morning when I checked in, he still had a low grade fever…which is not necessarily cause for worry, but it could be a precursor to some pretty serious conditions…Jim’s concerned, I can tell…the whole time I chatted with Danny and Mel, he kept checking the monitors for Danny’s vitals, was holding on to Danny’s wrist, monitoring his pulse, I’m pretty sure…I mean, his blood pressure is a bit low, but he’s still improving, that’s the most important part…I just hate to see them worry, I can’t imagine…
Steve came breezing into the office, giving him a little wave on his way to the coffee pot and Chin winced, because he was forced to make the pot this morning.
“I hear ya, baby,” he stood, moving toward the outer office, “listen, I gotta run, but I’ll stop on the way home to pick up everything I need to make you the most delicious meatloaf and then we’ll drink some wine…maybe watch a movie… snuggle on the sofa…”
Mmm…I like they way you think too…see you tonight.
“I love you.”
I love you too…so so much.
He thought about telling her he loved her more, but then they would still be on the phone twenty minutes from now, so instead he said, “Until later,” and disconnected the call
Chin pocketed his phone, made his way into the war room…or at least that’s what he liked to call the room with the his super computer and large screens, because he was secretly a geek that way.
Not a nerd, no…that was more Max’s thing…but a geek, hell yes.
“So,” he said when Steve came back carrying a mug, blowing on his brew, “Danny looks like he’s doing much better.”
Steve nodded, leaning against the computer table, his long legs crossing at the ankles. “He’s feeling better, but he has a fever, so…”
He didn’t think he should share Malia’s concern, so he nodded, asking, “What are the doctors saying?”
“Dr. Hoy hasn’t been in to see him yet today. Mel or Jim will call me later when they know. You and Kono got anything new?” Steve turned, sipping from his mug and Chin thought maybe he should apologize for the coffee.
He didn’t really drink it and Danny usually made a pot for the office, but Steve kept sipping, so it must not have been all that bad.
“Kono is on her way in.” he said. “She stopped by the precinct to talk to the detectives that worked on the B and E from ‘09, see if they remember anything else, maybe something that didn’t make it into the official report.” He leaned over the table and typed in a few commands, pulling up the original police report, the crime scene photos.
“Detective Ellison and Mahelona responded to a call from a neighbor who had a play date with her child and the occupants three year old son, found a broken window in the back door and when they entered, Michele Kapule was found on the bathroom floor, one bullet wound to the chest.
Place was ransacked, husband was at work, but came home, identified missing items...a large screen TV, some computers and jewelry, including Kapule’s wedding rings.
They found tire tracks in the yard, around the back, suspected the thief or thieves pulled a car or van around so as not to be spotted by anyone on the street, probably thought the house was empty…the neighbor, Jeanie Kruz told the responding that Michele usually worked on Monday mornings, but had some saved up vacation and decided to take a few days."
After a few more finger taps on the screen, two broken and distorted bullets and some smaller fragments appeared side by side on the monitors.
“The slug pulled from Michele Kapule was a ballistic match for the gun used to shoot Danny. The slug on the right, the one taken from Danny is also a ballistics match to the gun found at the scene by Kono.”
Steve nodded so Chin took down the pictures of the bullets and put up the crime scene photos for the Kapule’s, showing the broken window pane and the bathroom where Kapule was found, the blood stains and spatter, “there were no suspects for the robberies and even though there was a shake down of the usual criminal element, the case was never solved.”
Chin looked through the report that Charlie had sent over of the forensics at the scene, but there wasn’t anything there to help them, not that he could see anyway.
“There was a rash of break-ins through out the neighborhood and the surrounding areas in the summer of ‘09. Kapule was the only injury, so they weren’t ever really sure if this incident was apart of the others.”
“What about the husband? Was he a suspect?” Steve asked, moving away from the screen to lean on the table again.
Chin looked through the rest of the report, but didn’t see anything that would indicate the husband was suspected, or even interviewed beyond the cursory inquiry of his whereabouts. He presented an alibi of being at his office, but from what Chin could see, the man’s alibi was never corroborated.
Even if the detectives thought that the husband was unlikely, they would still want to rule him out first. “I don’t see anything; maybe Kono will have something more…”
“Hey, boss,” Kono walked in and zeroed in on Steve, pulled him into a huge bear hug, nearly lifting their boss off his feet. “It’s good to have you back…how’s Danny?”
Chin smirked as Steve nearly spilled his coffee, trying to put it down before it ended up all over both of them and then used his other hand to awkwardly pat at Kono’s back when it became clear that she wasn’t quite ready to let him go.
“It’s good to be back and better. He feels better.”
“That’s great, brah…” she shifted away, looking at the monitors and then said, “Maheloma says he couldn’t remember much, but Ellison said it never sat right with him. He thought that the case was unrelated to the others. But because of the break in and shooting, the nice neighborhood, and growing media attention, there was a lot of pressure to wrap things up.”
“So, where does that leave us?” Steve asked, reaching up to rub the back his neck.
And Chin was gonna say, right back to square one, but Kono went on, “well, it’s a long shot, but it seems Ellison talked to an unofficial informant, someone in thick with the black market and with the skill and connections to acquire unmarked guns…”
“I feel like we may be having garlic shrimp from off a food truck for lunch today,” Chin said.
And Kono smirked, “you got it in one, brah…”
“Let’s head over, see if Kamekona remembers anything about this talk…it’s the best we got right now.” Steve started walking while he was talking, but stopped when his phone rang. He looked at the display and then shot them a worried glance before answering, “Hello? Yes…okay…should I…no, yes, of course…its fine, I’m not too busy…thank you…how’s he feeling…hair extensions,” and then Steve outright chuckled, so Chin couldn’t tell if the news was good or bad. “Okay, tell him I’ll be there in a few hours, when he wakes up…yes, Thanks Mel…I do…yeah.” and then Steve pocketed his phone and started moving again, a set to his jaw that meant he wasn’t exactly happy.
“Well,” Kono asked, because she was often just as mule headed as Steve. “What’s going on?”
They hit the stairs, and Steve’s and Kono’s long legs carried them down quickly, but Chin was close enough to hear.
“The doctor is concerned about Danny’s temperature and heart rate…he’s also having trouble…emptying his bladder, so it’s possible he has an UTI. They just came in and did some tests, took some nasal and mucus swabs and they are adding some new medications and Jim said Danny’s a little restless, lethargic…”
“He’s gonna be okay,” Kono said, walking to her car. “You can go, ya know…”
But Steve shook his head. “Maybe after we follow up with Kamekona…he’s already sleeping again so he wouldn’t even know I was there."
Somehow Chin didn’t believe that, but he had to ask, “and the hair extensions?”
Steve looked like he might not want to say, but laughed when he told them, “Danny woke from a dream before the doctor came to see him, was a little confused and upset, asked his mom to help him with his hair extensions, said he couldn’t get them to stay back in a pony tail.”
Kono’s mouth quirked, but she slid behind her driver’s wheel, shaking her head. Chin hopped on his bike, pushed the kick stand back and started it before chuckling a little himself.
Steve just shrugged, “She thinks that Danny saw an article in one of the magazines his dad brought for him… a whole review of ‘The Jersey Shore,’ his mind must have been on what he read.”
“If you say so,” Chin pulled off, watching in his rear view as Steve shrugged again and slid behind the wheel of Danny’s car.
Jersey Shore and hair extensions, Chin could hardly wait to ask Danny all about it on his next visit.
H50H50H50
Kono spotted Kamekona as she pulled up, putting her car into park. She had lost Chin at a red light, and hadn't even seen Steve, figuring he might already be here when she pulled up, but her boss was no where in sight.
“Hey,” Kamekona called when he saw her coming towards him, “You change your mind about my job offer?”
“Which one,” she asked, because in all the time she had known the man, he had asked if she would like to work at his shack, work on his truck, work at his catering gigs, work as his personal assistant and her favorite, model in her bikini for his new ad campaign.
“Any,” he looked her up and down, but she was use to his kind of attention and put her hands on her hips, trying to appear disapproving and stern when he said, “all…a wahine like you on my truck, my handouts, my full spread in the Star Advertiser…I can’t lose.”
Chin pulled up and saved her from having to answer. “Hey brah…what’s on special today?”
And Kono followed her cousin to one of the yellow and blue painted picnic tables, swinging her leg over to be seated.
“Two spicy shrimps, coming right up.”
“Make that three,” Kono told him, “boss man is on his way.”
Kamekona went around to the back of his truck, returning a few minutes later with a tray holding three of today’s specials and some coconut waters for each.
“Here come the boss man, now.” He told them as he passed out their food, “must mean no good to have three-fourths of Five O showing up at my humble establishments…what’s this about, the Haole still holdin’ up?”
“Yeah, man…Danny’s fine, but this is about the gun we found…” Steve’s long legs folded under the table and he dug into his lunch, shoving in rice and spicy shrimp.
“I ain’t involved with no illegal gun activities…I’m an up and up business man…ain’t got no cause to deal with those criminals types…”
“It’s about a gun you were questioned about back in ’09 for a case Ellison was working on…a slew of robberies and one shooting.” Kono was surprised how hungry she was too, but she knew that none of them had been eating right over the last several days, had only grabbed what they could, when they could.
“I don’t know no Ellison…” Kamekona started to back away, but Steve looked up from his food and the man stopped in his tracks. “What…I can’t keep track of all you…”
Kono watched as the man squirmed under her boss’ stare and took some notes of her own for the next time Kamekona offered her a job.
“’09,” Steve said. “Ellison, detective Ellison says he came to see you about the gun, serial numbers filed off. Used in a home evasion to shoot a young mother home on vacation…her three year old son sleeping in his bed in the next room…ring any bells now?”
“Sure, sure…I recall now…Ellison, but I’ll tell you what I told him…too many guns to keep track of…It wasn’t one that I…well, I don’t know nothing about that gun.”
Kono pushed her plate back and Kamekona moved closer to her and said, “That’ll be twenty-six fifty.”
Why was she always the one stuck with paying the guy!
Steve stood then, reaching into his back pocket for his wallet handing over a hundred dollar bill. “I want you to think extra hard about who might have sold that gun, who was doing big business in the summer of ’09 and get back to me…we need to find out how many hands that gun passed through so we can find who shot Danny…you got it.”
“Yeah, brah…I got it.”
They huddled up around the cars, Chin looked thoughtful, but they all knew it was just another dead end. Davis might be off the island, out of reach and sooner or later something else would come along that needed their attention and it pissed her off that they might never find the person responsible for hurting Danny.
Steve started to say something when his phone chirped, so he whipped it out, answering without looking at the incoming caller and Kono wondered if he thought that maybe it was more news about Danny, but it wasn’t Danny’s folks on the other end of the line, it was Duke.
She watched as Steve listened, eyes hardening as he nodded, saying, “Yes, I understand, Duke…we’ll be on scene in ten.”
To them he said, “grab your gear, Duke has a report of Davis holed up in a house in Pearl City, sending the addresses to our phones. HPD is already on the scene and it appears he may have a hostage.
Kono jumped into her car, satisfied when her wheels screeched on the pavement.
Finally, they had something on Davis.
Her teammates headed out too, sirens blaring and even in the afternoon traffic, they made good time.
They all donned their flak vests, Chin grabbed his shot gun and Kono checked her own weapon as Steve ran up to Duke to ask for a status report.
Kono overheard him saying, “something’s not right here, Steve…”
“What do you mean, Duke…is that Davis in there or not.” Steve slipped his vest over his head, fastening the velcro and checked his weapon while he waited for the Sergeant to explain.
“It's Davis alright and it’s a hostage situation, but we think Davis is the one being held hostage.”
They both asked, “What?” at the same time, and then Chin came over to see what was going on.
“Thirty-five minutes ago, dispatch had an incoming call from this residence, what they thought was a little boy pleading for help. A woman can be heard screaming in the background and then the caller said he was Davis, the man HPD’s been looking for. The call disconnected and they couldn’t get anyone back on the line. When we got here and set up a perimeter, called for a hostage negotiator, a woman opened the front door and screamed for us to get back…she was holding a gun, but it was still unclear if she was being manipulated or if she is indeed the hostage taker.”
“This doesn’t make sense,” Kono shook her head, trying to figure what was happening, “who does the house belong too…are there any children in there?”
Duke walked toward one of the squad cars and they followed. He flipped opened his notebook and read the information he had gotten on the owner. “House is a rental, but the current occupants are Lisa Wilson, wife of Rick Wilson, a marine on active duty. They have one son, Lukas, fourteen. We’re trying to locate him.”
“Sergeant,” one of the other officers jogged over, “I got some info on the kid. Apparently he overdosed on drugs a few weeks ago…”
And all the pieces started to click into place.
This woman had somehow taken Davis when he ran…had shot Danny, but why?
“See if you can get me a line in, Duke,” and Steve strode closer to the house.
“Still no answer on the land line, we are acquiring her cell now…” after a minute or two, Duke said, “No answer there either.”
“Bullhorn,” Steve asked and someone pressed one into his hands. “Chin, head around back, Kono, you’re with me…Lisa Wilson,” he called over the horn, “This is Commander Steve McGarrett from Five 0…pick up your phone.”
They had the line on speaker, and it rang a good fifteen times before a woman, her voice broken and crying answered, saying, I’m so sorry…I didn’t mean it, I didn’t mean to shoot that cop…oh, god…is he alive…does he have a family?
Steve looked a little shell shocked, but pulled himself together and answered, “Detective Williams is fine…but I need you…”
No! she screamed down the line. That monster killed my baby boy…you understand…he killed my baby…
“Yes, ma’am and I'm sorry for your loss…”
What the hell you know about it…he was so smug…the bastard didn’t even know I was following him…didn’t know I knew all his secret hiding places…I thought…I thought I could just end it that night, you know…but then that cop…he saw me, I don’t know what happened, but he got in the way… she was sobbing now, but she managed, But he’s okay, right? You said he was okay…and Davis…he got what he deserved…
“Can I speak with him,” Steve tried.
But there was silence on the phone until she softly said, Rick showed me how to fix things up around here…before we…well, I know he was heart broken over Luki…but he won’t miss me one bit.
The line went dead and Kono looked to Steve, but her boss’ eyes were on the house. “We need to get in there...Davis’ is probably already a goner, but maybe we…”
A huge fireball bloomed into the afternoon sky, the ground around her shook so hard she couldn’t stay on her feet.
Someone grabbed her by her arm, Steve was yelling in her face, but her ears buzzed and rang and she couldn’t make out what he was saying. He leaned her up against one of the squad cars and then raced around the back of the house, to the gapping hole where the kitchen probably had been.
People were frantic, running to help the officers that were around…”Oh, god…Chin!”
H50H50H50
Part Twelve
Author: Twilight
Summary: What the hell just happened? One minute he was holding his gun on Davis and the next he was on the ground with Danny bleeding all over him.
Rated: Pg 13
Feedback: Always welcome
Part One
Part Eleven
Chin sat slumped at his desk, frustrated and tired, but it was still early and he had a long way to go before he could go home, snuggle with his wife and get some real sleep.
They had both been burning the midnight oil, working late or conflicting hours over the last several days, only ever just passing each other in the hallway, or sharing the bathroom mirror to brush their teeth, or coming home one after the other to fall into bed…and not in the fun way, but to drop off to sleep almost immediately and well…he really missed his wife.
Malia was his… everything; she filled in his gaps, places he didn’t even realize he had and made him a whole person.
And he couldn’t help but to think of Danny laying in a hospital bed and how they had almost lost him and what that would mean for him and Kono, but mostly what that would mean for Steve, what would losing Danny do to Steve?
Earlier when he had stopped in for a short visit, it seemed something was different, something had changed between the two men, but Chin wasn’t sure if it was just because Danny had been doing better…and he did look like he felt a lot better or if it had something to do with a change in their relationship.
Danny was still Danny, but Steve was…looser…more relaxed and whatever the shift was, Chin was just happy to see that Steve was finally able to let down his guard.
And if Danny was the one who filled in Steve’s gaps…and vise versa, then Chin would truly be happy for them.
Life was too short not to live it. And not only live it, but live it with someone you love.
Without thought, he picked up his phone and dialed Malia’s cell, thinking more than likely, it would go right through to her voice mail, but that was fine.
He could tell her how much he loved her on her voice mail too.
He had almost let her go, once upon a time and was so thankful and blessed to have her back in his life, a woman that wanted to be his forever too.
The phone rang and then rang again and then she was answering, Hello, love…I’ve really missed you. her voice was instantly soothing to his jagged and frayed nerves and he loved the soft musical lilt that she spoke in, a smooth cadence reserved just for him.
“Hi, baby…I’ve missed you too.”
Are you going to make it home for dinner?
“I hope before…we’re spinning our wheels on trying to locate Davis, the leads are running dry and if no other pressing cases come across my desk, I’m gonna make you dinner.”
She laughed, delighted and the sound of her laughter delighted him, I would love to come home after hours of slaving away on the job to a home-cooked meal, Chin Ho…I’m so tired of vending machine sandwiches and chips…what are you making me?
He honestly didn’t know.
He really hadn’t done much of the cooking in their relationship, since he usually worked late or strange hours, only coming home when the case was resolved or they had done all they could have done at the time, which was okay with both of them. Malia’s patients didn’t keep office hours either, although she usually did beat him home and he would stumble in to find a plate of home cooked food or take out containers waiting for him in the fridge.
But…when he did find himself home ahead of her, he would plan and make an extravagant dinner, set the table with the good china that his family had passed on to him when they married. He would light the candles and open a good bottle of wine, because he didn’t know when the next time would be, that they could dine like this again, so each time would be as special as he could make it.
She would come home to find him in the kitchen stirring a pot or checking the meat temperature and wrap her delicate arms around him, hug him from behind and rest her chin on his shoulder, whisper words of love and gratitude in his ear, gush about the dinner offerings, which would lead to dessert, which would lead to soft kisses, which would lead to other enjoyable activities.
Which would, in-turn prompt him to beat her home again in the coming days, to do it all over again.
“I could try the meatloaf recipe Danny’s mom gave me…it’s one of Danny’s favorites, but then again, Danny has weird tastes.”
She laughed, sending a spike of pure joy through him, sounds very exotic, Chin found himself leaning in over his desk, pressing his phone closer to his ear, and I’m sure it’ll be wonderful. Danny’s always talking about his mother’s cooking…when I spoke with her earlier, she told me that Danny had already requested her lasagna, so…maybe we can spring a little welcome home party and Momma Williams can feed us all.
“I like the way you think, woman,” he shifted in his chair, resting his head back, looking up at the ceiling, sighing “It sounds like a great plan…have you had a chance to check in on them today…I stopped earlier, and Steve was the only one there yet, but Danny looked so much better…”
He’s making remarkable progress, but…
“But…” he prompted, sitting up again, his good mood all but forgotten, worried about what she might say.
A huff of breath came over the line, a tic she had developed while thinking of how best to explain something and then she said, It’s just that he is doing so well and this morning when I checked in, he still had a low grade fever…which is not necessarily cause for worry, but it could be a precursor to some pretty serious conditions…Jim’s concerned, I can tell…the whole time I chatted with Danny and Mel, he kept checking the monitors for Danny’s vitals, was holding on to Danny’s wrist, monitoring his pulse, I’m pretty sure…I mean, his blood pressure is a bit low, but he’s still improving, that’s the most important part…I just hate to see them worry, I can’t imagine…
Steve came breezing into the office, giving him a little wave on his way to the coffee pot and Chin winced, because he was forced to make the pot this morning.
“I hear ya, baby,” he stood, moving toward the outer office, “listen, I gotta run, but I’ll stop on the way home to pick up everything I need to make you the most delicious meatloaf and then we’ll drink some wine…maybe watch a movie… snuggle on the sofa…”
Mmm…I like they way you think too…see you tonight.
“I love you.”
I love you too…so so much.
He thought about telling her he loved her more, but then they would still be on the phone twenty minutes from now, so instead he said, “Until later,” and disconnected the call
Chin pocketed his phone, made his way into the war room…or at least that’s what he liked to call the room with the his super computer and large screens, because he was secretly a geek that way.
Not a nerd, no…that was more Max’s thing…but a geek, hell yes.
“So,” he said when Steve came back carrying a mug, blowing on his brew, “Danny looks like he’s doing much better.”
Steve nodded, leaning against the computer table, his long legs crossing at the ankles. “He’s feeling better, but he has a fever, so…”
He didn’t think he should share Malia’s concern, so he nodded, asking, “What are the doctors saying?”
“Dr. Hoy hasn’t been in to see him yet today. Mel or Jim will call me later when they know. You and Kono got anything new?” Steve turned, sipping from his mug and Chin thought maybe he should apologize for the coffee.
He didn’t really drink it and Danny usually made a pot for the office, but Steve kept sipping, so it must not have been all that bad.
“Kono is on her way in.” he said. “She stopped by the precinct to talk to the detectives that worked on the B and E from ‘09, see if they remember anything else, maybe something that didn’t make it into the official report.” He leaned over the table and typed in a few commands, pulling up the original police report, the crime scene photos.
“Detective Ellison and Mahelona responded to a call from a neighbor who had a play date with her child and the occupants three year old son, found a broken window in the back door and when they entered, Michele Kapule was found on the bathroom floor, one bullet wound to the chest.
Place was ransacked, husband was at work, but came home, identified missing items...a large screen TV, some computers and jewelry, including Kapule’s wedding rings.
They found tire tracks in the yard, around the back, suspected the thief or thieves pulled a car or van around so as not to be spotted by anyone on the street, probably thought the house was empty…the neighbor, Jeanie Kruz told the responding that Michele usually worked on Monday mornings, but had some saved up vacation and decided to take a few days."
After a few more finger taps on the screen, two broken and distorted bullets and some smaller fragments appeared side by side on the monitors.
“The slug pulled from Michele Kapule was a ballistic match for the gun used to shoot Danny. The slug on the right, the one taken from Danny is also a ballistics match to the gun found at the scene by Kono.”
Steve nodded so Chin took down the pictures of the bullets and put up the crime scene photos for the Kapule’s, showing the broken window pane and the bathroom where Kapule was found, the blood stains and spatter, “there were no suspects for the robberies and even though there was a shake down of the usual criminal element, the case was never solved.”
Chin looked through the report that Charlie had sent over of the forensics at the scene, but there wasn’t anything there to help them, not that he could see anyway.
“There was a rash of break-ins through out the neighborhood and the surrounding areas in the summer of ‘09. Kapule was the only injury, so they weren’t ever really sure if this incident was apart of the others.”
“What about the husband? Was he a suspect?” Steve asked, moving away from the screen to lean on the table again.
Chin looked through the rest of the report, but didn’t see anything that would indicate the husband was suspected, or even interviewed beyond the cursory inquiry of his whereabouts. He presented an alibi of being at his office, but from what Chin could see, the man’s alibi was never corroborated.
Even if the detectives thought that the husband was unlikely, they would still want to rule him out first. “I don’t see anything; maybe Kono will have something more…”
“Hey, boss,” Kono walked in and zeroed in on Steve, pulled him into a huge bear hug, nearly lifting their boss off his feet. “It’s good to have you back…how’s Danny?”
Chin smirked as Steve nearly spilled his coffee, trying to put it down before it ended up all over both of them and then used his other hand to awkwardly pat at Kono’s back when it became clear that she wasn’t quite ready to let him go.
“It’s good to be back and better. He feels better.”
“That’s great, brah…” she shifted away, looking at the monitors and then said, “Maheloma says he couldn’t remember much, but Ellison said it never sat right with him. He thought that the case was unrelated to the others. But because of the break in and shooting, the nice neighborhood, and growing media attention, there was a lot of pressure to wrap things up.”
“So, where does that leave us?” Steve asked, reaching up to rub the back his neck.
And Chin was gonna say, right back to square one, but Kono went on, “well, it’s a long shot, but it seems Ellison talked to an unofficial informant, someone in thick with the black market and with the skill and connections to acquire unmarked guns…”
“I feel like we may be having garlic shrimp from off a food truck for lunch today,” Chin said.
And Kono smirked, “you got it in one, brah…”
“Let’s head over, see if Kamekona remembers anything about this talk…it’s the best we got right now.” Steve started walking while he was talking, but stopped when his phone rang. He looked at the display and then shot them a worried glance before answering, “Hello? Yes…okay…should I…no, yes, of course…its fine, I’m not too busy…thank you…how’s he feeling…hair extensions,” and then Steve outright chuckled, so Chin couldn’t tell if the news was good or bad. “Okay, tell him I’ll be there in a few hours, when he wakes up…yes, Thanks Mel…I do…yeah.” and then Steve pocketed his phone and started moving again, a set to his jaw that meant he wasn’t exactly happy.
“Well,” Kono asked, because she was often just as mule headed as Steve. “What’s going on?”
They hit the stairs, and Steve’s and Kono’s long legs carried them down quickly, but Chin was close enough to hear.
“The doctor is concerned about Danny’s temperature and heart rate…he’s also having trouble…emptying his bladder, so it’s possible he has an UTI. They just came in and did some tests, took some nasal and mucus swabs and they are adding some new medications and Jim said Danny’s a little restless, lethargic…”
“He’s gonna be okay,” Kono said, walking to her car. “You can go, ya know…”
But Steve shook his head. “Maybe after we follow up with Kamekona…he’s already sleeping again so he wouldn’t even know I was there."
Somehow Chin didn’t believe that, but he had to ask, “and the hair extensions?”
Steve looked like he might not want to say, but laughed when he told them, “Danny woke from a dream before the doctor came to see him, was a little confused and upset, asked his mom to help him with his hair extensions, said he couldn’t get them to stay back in a pony tail.”
Kono’s mouth quirked, but she slid behind her driver’s wheel, shaking her head. Chin hopped on his bike, pushed the kick stand back and started it before chuckling a little himself.
Steve just shrugged, “She thinks that Danny saw an article in one of the magazines his dad brought for him… a whole review of ‘The Jersey Shore,’ his mind must have been on what he read.”
“If you say so,” Chin pulled off, watching in his rear view as Steve shrugged again and slid behind the wheel of Danny’s car.
Jersey Shore and hair extensions, Chin could hardly wait to ask Danny all about it on his next visit.
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Kono spotted Kamekona as she pulled up, putting her car into park. She had lost Chin at a red light, and hadn't even seen Steve, figuring he might already be here when she pulled up, but her boss was no where in sight.
“Hey,” Kamekona called when he saw her coming towards him, “You change your mind about my job offer?”
“Which one,” she asked, because in all the time she had known the man, he had asked if she would like to work at his shack, work on his truck, work at his catering gigs, work as his personal assistant and her favorite, model in her bikini for his new ad campaign.
“Any,” he looked her up and down, but she was use to his kind of attention and put her hands on her hips, trying to appear disapproving and stern when he said, “all…a wahine like you on my truck, my handouts, my full spread in the Star Advertiser…I can’t lose.”
Chin pulled up and saved her from having to answer. “Hey brah…what’s on special today?”
And Kono followed her cousin to one of the yellow and blue painted picnic tables, swinging her leg over to be seated.
“Two spicy shrimps, coming right up.”
“Make that three,” Kono told him, “boss man is on his way.”
Kamekona went around to the back of his truck, returning a few minutes later with a tray holding three of today’s specials and some coconut waters for each.
“Here come the boss man, now.” He told them as he passed out their food, “must mean no good to have three-fourths of Five O showing up at my humble establishments…what’s this about, the Haole still holdin’ up?”
“Yeah, man…Danny’s fine, but this is about the gun we found…” Steve’s long legs folded under the table and he dug into his lunch, shoving in rice and spicy shrimp.
“I ain’t involved with no illegal gun activities…I’m an up and up business man…ain’t got no cause to deal with those criminals types…”
“It’s about a gun you were questioned about back in ’09 for a case Ellison was working on…a slew of robberies and one shooting.” Kono was surprised how hungry she was too, but she knew that none of them had been eating right over the last several days, had only grabbed what they could, when they could.
“I don’t know no Ellison…” Kamekona started to back away, but Steve looked up from his food and the man stopped in his tracks. “What…I can’t keep track of all you…”
Kono watched as the man squirmed under her boss’ stare and took some notes of her own for the next time Kamekona offered her a job.
“’09,” Steve said. “Ellison, detective Ellison says he came to see you about the gun, serial numbers filed off. Used in a home evasion to shoot a young mother home on vacation…her three year old son sleeping in his bed in the next room…ring any bells now?”
“Sure, sure…I recall now…Ellison, but I’ll tell you what I told him…too many guns to keep track of…It wasn’t one that I…well, I don’t know nothing about that gun.”
Kono pushed her plate back and Kamekona moved closer to her and said, “That’ll be twenty-six fifty.”
Why was she always the one stuck with paying the guy!
Steve stood then, reaching into his back pocket for his wallet handing over a hundred dollar bill. “I want you to think extra hard about who might have sold that gun, who was doing big business in the summer of ’09 and get back to me…we need to find out how many hands that gun passed through so we can find who shot Danny…you got it.”
“Yeah, brah…I got it.”
They huddled up around the cars, Chin looked thoughtful, but they all knew it was just another dead end. Davis might be off the island, out of reach and sooner or later something else would come along that needed their attention and it pissed her off that they might never find the person responsible for hurting Danny.
Steve started to say something when his phone chirped, so he whipped it out, answering without looking at the incoming caller and Kono wondered if he thought that maybe it was more news about Danny, but it wasn’t Danny’s folks on the other end of the line, it was Duke.
She watched as Steve listened, eyes hardening as he nodded, saying, “Yes, I understand, Duke…we’ll be on scene in ten.”
To them he said, “grab your gear, Duke has a report of Davis holed up in a house in Pearl City, sending the addresses to our phones. HPD is already on the scene and it appears he may have a hostage.
Kono jumped into her car, satisfied when her wheels screeched on the pavement.
Finally, they had something on Davis.
Her teammates headed out too, sirens blaring and even in the afternoon traffic, they made good time.
They all donned their flak vests, Chin grabbed his shot gun and Kono checked her own weapon as Steve ran up to Duke to ask for a status report.
Kono overheard him saying, “something’s not right here, Steve…”
“What do you mean, Duke…is that Davis in there or not.” Steve slipped his vest over his head, fastening the velcro and checked his weapon while he waited for the Sergeant to explain.
“It's Davis alright and it’s a hostage situation, but we think Davis is the one being held hostage.”
They both asked, “What?” at the same time, and then Chin came over to see what was going on.
“Thirty-five minutes ago, dispatch had an incoming call from this residence, what they thought was a little boy pleading for help. A woman can be heard screaming in the background and then the caller said he was Davis, the man HPD’s been looking for. The call disconnected and they couldn’t get anyone back on the line. When we got here and set up a perimeter, called for a hostage negotiator, a woman opened the front door and screamed for us to get back…she was holding a gun, but it was still unclear if she was being manipulated or if she is indeed the hostage taker.”
“This doesn’t make sense,” Kono shook her head, trying to figure what was happening, “who does the house belong too…are there any children in there?”
Duke walked toward one of the squad cars and they followed. He flipped opened his notebook and read the information he had gotten on the owner. “House is a rental, but the current occupants are Lisa Wilson, wife of Rick Wilson, a marine on active duty. They have one son, Lukas, fourteen. We’re trying to locate him.”
“Sergeant,” one of the other officers jogged over, “I got some info on the kid. Apparently he overdosed on drugs a few weeks ago…”
And all the pieces started to click into place.
This woman had somehow taken Davis when he ran…had shot Danny, but why?
“See if you can get me a line in, Duke,” and Steve strode closer to the house.
“Still no answer on the land line, we are acquiring her cell now…” after a minute or two, Duke said, “No answer there either.”
“Bullhorn,” Steve asked and someone pressed one into his hands. “Chin, head around back, Kono, you’re with me…Lisa Wilson,” he called over the horn, “This is Commander Steve McGarrett from Five 0…pick up your phone.”
They had the line on speaker, and it rang a good fifteen times before a woman, her voice broken and crying answered, saying, I’m so sorry…I didn’t mean it, I didn’t mean to shoot that cop…oh, god…is he alive…does he have a family?
Steve looked a little shell shocked, but pulled himself together and answered, “Detective Williams is fine…but I need you…”
No! she screamed down the line. That monster killed my baby boy…you understand…he killed my baby…
“Yes, ma’am and I'm sorry for your loss…”
What the hell you know about it…he was so smug…the bastard didn’t even know I was following him…didn’t know I knew all his secret hiding places…I thought…I thought I could just end it that night, you know…but then that cop…he saw me, I don’t know what happened, but he got in the way… she was sobbing now, but she managed, But he’s okay, right? You said he was okay…and Davis…he got what he deserved…
“Can I speak with him,” Steve tried.
But there was silence on the phone until she softly said, Rick showed me how to fix things up around here…before we…well, I know he was heart broken over Luki…but he won’t miss me one bit.
The line went dead and Kono looked to Steve, but her boss’ eyes were on the house. “We need to get in there...Davis’ is probably already a goner, but maybe we…”
A huge fireball bloomed into the afternoon sky, the ground around her shook so hard she couldn’t stay on her feet.
Someone grabbed her by her arm, Steve was yelling in her face, but her ears buzzed and rang and she couldn’t make out what he was saying. He leaned her up against one of the squad cars and then raced around the back of the house, to the gapping hole where the kitchen probably had been.
People were frantic, running to help the officers that were around…”Oh, god…Chin!”
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Part Twelve