tari_roo | BPRD: Team 5-0 1/2 (Hawaii 5-0)

BPRD: Team 5-0 1/2

Author: Tari_Roo

Rating: PG 13 (Gen)

Disclaimer: I own nothing, I profit from nothing. Although if I had my way Steve would be bare-chested even more than he is, we would actually ‘see’ Danny trying to surf and Kono would be a secret Cylon. That is all.

Summary: BPRD AU for H5-0.Chin's keep been keeping a secret for years. When Kono finds out, its pretty awesome. Team fic, with werewolves and vampires :)

Spoilers: None, but you kinda have to know the show, ok?

AN: I have no idea where this came from but please see the detailed authors note at the end for some explanations.

Kono was a little nervous, which was crazy because this was Chin. Cousin Chin. Big, goofy, kinda cool cousin Chin. But it was also a job interview with her potential boss. Three months with HPD and being a police officer still felt more like a dream sometimes. It wasn’t quite as glamorous as her naiveté had lead her to believe, and involved a lot more grunt work and mindless paperwork than take downs of perps. So when Coz Chin had interrupted her morning shift and invited her for an lunch interview, Kono had leapt at the chance.

Chin and his job were shrouded in mystery and secrecy. Some of the family had nothing but good things to say about it, while a handful were not as impressed. Her dad in particular was very dismissive of Chin’s federal government job. Only a few years ago, Kono had imagined Chin as some sort of CIA spy or covert operative, and now, maybe, she was going to find out for certain. There was a good chance though that he worked for something boring like the IRS and was just good at building a mystery around it.

Chin wasn’t meeting her at the FBI building on Ala Moana, but at Thomas Square not too far from HPD HQ. Maybe that was why she was nervous as well. Why weren’t they meeting at his office?

The sun was hot overhead and Kono was sweating as she entered the park. Chin was standing on one of the paths leading towards the centre and waved her over, his smile bright and friendly. That settled her nerves a little, as it was her favourite cousin waving at her and not some mysterious g-man.

“Kono, Pehea 'oe?”

“Good, thanks. Ah den?” Kono replied, giving Chin a warm hug, which he returned with equal feeling. Stepping back, Kono smiled and wiped her forehead. “Pretty hot out, coz. We heading somewhere else?”

Chin nodded, and pointed towards the banyan trees around the small pond in the centre of the park and motioned her onwards, “Yeah, let’s sit down over there.”

Not exactly what she had in mind, which was air-conditioning, but Kono followed Chin down the short walk. The park wasn’t exactly pumping with people, the midday heat sending even the most devout sun worshipper in doors. The shade from the banyan trees provided a modicum of relief but Kono huffed loudly as she sat on an empty bench. Chin didn’t seem too bothered by the heat, his offwhite chino shirt barely damp, where Kono felt like she was melting into her dark HPD uniform.

“Thanks for coming, Kono. I’d apologise for being so vague on the phone, but...”

“You knew my curiosity would get the better of me?” Kono laughed and Chin smiled in reply. “Got it in one.”

For several long heartbeats Chin said nothing more, and Kono felt her heartrate spike in response, suddenly wondering what lay in store. Chin smiled reassuringly though and said, “There’s no easy way to say this, no real ‘gentle’ way to lay it all out, coz. So, I’m just going to dive in, ok?”

“Ok,” Kono nodded, biting her lip and running through half a dozen weirdass scenarios in her head. Turns out, number six was almost on the money. Uber secret government agency investigating aliens. *Almost*

“Bureau of Paranormal Research and Defense? Hellboy? Really?”

Chin was nodding, looking very serious, even though his eyes were betraying his humour. Kono didn’t know whether to be pissed or amused. If this was some sort of joke, it sure as hell wasn’t funny but maybe Chin was having a mental breakdown and she’d have to use her limited policy academy psychology course to talk him down off the big red demon from another dimension. Her cousin though didn’t bother trying convince her with words, oh no, he had a pretty darn convincing visual demonstration.

There was a secret entrance in the banyan trees to a secret government office/lab/bunker under the pond. And if Kono hadn’t been so freaked out by the small hydraulic door opening underneath her feet, she’d have been beside herself with excited glee. An actual secret bunker!

If Chin was losing his mind, Kono was along for the ride, because the bunker/lab/office was so utterly realistic with its mix of modern metallic finishings and doorways and scattered antique furniture. Totally tricked out in high tech with old musty looking books and dusty bookshelves. It was awesome!

“Ok, so you either stumbled on some eccentric nutcase’s cold war bunker or this is for real?” Kono stammered, staring at Chin with what she was sure was a bulging, eyeballs-on-stalks, stare. “It’s for real, Kono. Unfortunately.”

No amount of excitement or awe stopped Kono from paying attention and she whirled at the ‘unfortunately’ and figured the other shoe was about to drop. It was.

Kupua monitoring and control. Vampire tracking. Ghost and ectoplasm investigation. Occult contraband. Voodoo smuggling. Human trafficking.

“Wait, human trafficking?” Kono grabbed Chin’s arm during the tour of the very much larger than it seemed bunker. They had just walked past the silver reinforced containment cells and were heading towards the secure Occult Items storage unit. Sticking his hands in his pockets, Chin replied quietly, “Yep, usually as part of vampire blood rings or human sacrifices for black magic rituals. A lot of folk from China and Vietnam end up in blood batteries run by vampires.”

Kono stared, an odd ticking over of various thought processes going on in her head. “Seriously?”

Chin didn’t bother replying with the expected rejoinder and continued the tour of the facility. It really was a lot bigger than expected. And emptier – of agents that is. The only other agent in the building was the flickering ghost of Enakai, the dedicated (truly dedicated) librarian in the rather oppressive and packed library. Kono had nodded at Enakai briefly, not quite ready to try shaking hands with him, no matter how keen he seemed. If the presence of Enakai wasn’t enough to convince her, the armoury was more than able.

As Chin showed her the various ‘species’ specific weapons, something bright and intense uncoiled inside Kono, a rush of unrivalled excitement and her palms itched to handle and fondle the curled blades, impressive firearms and glistening swords. “Cool, huh?” Chin smiled and Kono nodded and at his indication, gently picked up a customised Colt M911. “Loaded with silver bullets blessed by a priest and holy water.”

“Is it wrong that I want to go vampire hunting, right now?” Kono grinned widely but her smile faded as Chin chided her softly, “This isn’t Buffy and Blade Inc, Kono. Being a BPRD agent is not an action horror movie in real life.”

Chin let her keep the M911 and as they headed back towards the Batcave, Chin’s name not hers, he explained the purpose of the BPRD. “150 years ago, the BPRD was a fledging defence against something out of myth and legend. Today though, we’re a regulatory authority for a dozen recognised and registered species, a law enforcement agency for an underground society. We don’t hunt vampires. Instead we have a dozen or so Agents who are vampires. Self regulation is all the rage.”

Sitting down in one of the comfortable, padded leather chairs that smelled like comfort and Christmas, Kono nodded slowly. Chin pulled out several large books and an iPad and handed them over to her. “Before we go any further, you need to read all of that and sign a forest of nondisclosure documents. Since we’re family, I figured telling you first wouldn’t be a problem ...”

Kono glanced at her cousin, her smile soft and sweet and interrupted, “You mean you wanted to brag and show me just how awesome your job was.”

“Something like that, little coz,” Chin smiled in return. But then his smile faded and he looked at her with a serious air about him. “This isn’t a light decision, Kono. Not at all. And before you get too excited, listen up. The reason I’m recruiting you is simple. I’m the last BPRD agent left in Hawaii.”

Swallowing a little, Kono clutched the iPad tightly, “How many were there when you started?”

“Eight.”

The silence of the underground office pressed down on her, moving from mysterious to oppressive, ominous. “What... what happened?”

Motioning with his hand as if to soften the news, Chin continued, “George retired and went back to the mainland. Junain transferred to the Warehouse about a year ago and neither of them were replaced. A’la was staked and beheaded six months ago and when Jonny and Kekoa went after a rogue band of Ka-poe-kino-manu, they didn’t come back.”

“Ka-poe-kino-manu? For real, Chin?” At his nod, Kono stammered, “And what... the others? Did they go looking for them?”

“We all did. And it turned out it wasn’t the bird people. It was Japanese Kappa.”

Kono blinked, wracked her brain and croaked, “What?”

“Japanese water demons. Well, halfbreeds. The Tongs, especially the Tan have heavy alliances with kappa families. Since we had been expecting Birds and not Kappa, it was a disaster. Kale died on the scene and Grace and Charles had to be medevaced to the LA Office.” Chin rubbed his face with his hand, looking suddenly very old and very tired. Wondering when all of this had taken place, Kono shifted her chair closer to him and asked, “You ok, brah? When...”

“A couple of months ago. HQ are stretched at the moment, and haven’t been able to send replacements. I got the go ahead to recruit a rookie, and well...”

“Here, I am,” Kono smiled.

“Here you are,” Chin sighed, and now he looked nervous, worried. Glad she wasn’t the only one, Kono tried to inject as much sincerity as possible as she said, “I’m really glad you told me, Chin, because this... is awesome!”

Chin’s smile was both sad and relieved.

*bprd*h50*

Awesome didn’t even begin to cover it. Getting her transferred to the BPRD as a PD liaison was the easiest part of the whole shebang. The paperwork though truly was a forest, and not to mention the giant ball of red tape. The hard part was the training, because Chin was merciless when it came to stuff that would keep her alive. The surf circuit and the academy had nothing on Camp Chin. Her first case was an infestation of lesser dokkaebi who had taken over the penthouse of a high rise hotel. Then there was the ghost in the surf club, who kept stealing weed. A burgeoning turf war between the Ka-poe-kino-manu (Birds) and the Ka-poe-kino-laau (Ferns) was the most intense case to date. Right up until the full extent of the Kappa link to the Tongs was uncovered.

It was round about the same time that HQ finally got around to sending in two temporary replacement agents.

*bprd*h50*

Danny had no idea who he had pissed off or offended or looked at funny to be transferred, however temporarily, to Hawaii. He hated Hawaii – in principle, as he’d never been before. Sun, sand, sun, heat and well, sun = hell.

The flight was a long, boring exercise in self control. A metal tube of sleeping, farting, sweating humans flying through the air was a recipe for disaster. Danny had been two second away from a full blown panic attack slash freak out by the time the captain had announced their approach on Honolulu International.

He might have pushed a little old lady over in his rush to get off the overripe sausage of death, and he felt guilty for five full seconds, right up until he walked into the bright, full morning sunlight. Grimacing and fumbling for his sunglasses, Danny growled, forgetting about the old lady glaring daggers at his back. If the sunlight was this bad through thick, tinted windows, outside was going to be torture.

He spotted Agent Kono Kalakaua right off, even through the bustling press of iridescent tourists and excited families made of noise. She was an ocean of calm in a sea of human intensity. Danny only had a small duffle bag as a carry on, so he bypassed the carousels and headed through the arrivals gate, waving at her as he did. She started a little and waved back, belatedly. Ah, the nervous rookie. Danny couldn’t help grinning, his teeth showing as he did.

“Agent Williams?” She smelled of sweet tropical fruit and warm sunbaked sand. Not usually what he went for, in fact, not ever, so Danny happily shook her hand. Her pulse beat a rapid staccato of nerves in her throat and her palm was cold and sweaty. But she hid her nerves well otherwise, and returned his firm grip with one of her own. Giving her another toothy smile, Danny replied, “Yep. And you’re Kono Kalakaua. Nice to meet you.”

“Likewise. Welcome to Hawaii.”

Danny rolled his eyes and followed her out of the airport, heading towards the car park. She filled the air with the usual chatter, asking about the flight, the food, the weather. Danny let the stream of nervous filler conversation wash over him as he dodged overly bright patches of sunlight, and tried to think less hungry thoughts. He ate just before the flight but carrying his own brand of take away on board had been impossible, so he was pretty famished right about now. Hopefully HQ, or at least the Jersey office had given this sun-infested hellhole a heads up on his dietary requirements. There was no way he was going hunting for a bank on an island full of dope-heads. He’d end up being high 90% of the time.

Fortunately Kalakaua had parked in one of the large parking garages and Danny sighed in the dim, albeit hot confines of the garage. She had relaxed a little on the walk but as they approached the car, her heart rate picked up again, probably at the prospect of being in a small, confined space (see car) with him. Normally Danny was a little better at putting ‘new’ colleagues at ease, well aware that even the more experienced agents found him a little worrying initially. Granted, he wasn’t at his best right now, what with the sun and hunger, so belatedly Danny stopped, smiled at her with less teeth and more humour and said, “You know when I was in Phoenix the agent who met me at the airport had an entire wardrobe ready for me... just in case I did actually sparkle.”

Kalakaua turned around, stared at him in disbelief for a split second, her no doubt overactive brain running a mile of minute before she smiled sheepishly, “Twilight fan?”

Danny shook his head, “Nah, but his kids were. I think he was pissed he had to haul the crap back to the car, more than anything.”

She smiled, briefly and opened up the car, “So, you travel around a lot?”

“Nah, not really. Usually stick to the East coast, NY and Jersey, sometimes Boston.”

Her smile was genuine now, “I’ve always wanted to go to New York.” Danny didn’t qualify that with his extreme reluctance to be on Hawaii. He threw his duffle in the back and got into the passenger seat. Sliding in behind the wheel, Kono handed him a folder and smiled again, definitely more at ease. “I don’t know what HQ had time to brief you on, but this is the latest situation.”

Nodding, Danny flipped open the file and replied, “I got the cliff notes. Kappas infiltrating and taking over the Tan Tong, and making a play for their connections with the government. You guys are worried that both the DA’s office and HPD have been targeted.”

Her head bobbing in time with his, Kono sighed as she started the car, “More than worried. These halfbreed kappas are more human than creature but pretty damn scary when cornered. Chin, er... Agent Ho Kelly and I have been trying to keep track of their movements, but with only two of us... it’s been a losing battle.”

“Well, never fear, Danny Williams is here,” Danny smiled, flipping through the file, reading as he did so. HQ had really twisted a lot of arms, and thrown a few ultimatums around to get him temporarily reassigned to Hawaii. Jersey and New York were neck deep in a turf war between a vampire coven and a neuvo-werewolf pack. Jersey office needed all of the Specialist Agents they could get. And yet, here he was, in sunshine hell. It all boiled down to HQ being pretty worried about this infiltration and sure, the government couldn’t have its own departments infiltrated by supernatural organised crime.

As the car left the shade of the garage, and Kono turned onto the road, Danny hissed as the bright sunlight caught him unawares which was pretty stupid, because he’s been expecting it. Kono shot him a worried look and her mouth opened in a small ‘o’ but Danny forestalled her query by muttering, “Don’t these Kappa guys have like, water on the brain?”

Kono snorted, and nodded, “Yes, in their true forms. But the kappas in the Tan Tong don’t seem to change very often. They’re pretty strong even as humans.” Danny pulled down the visor and grunted, “So, silver or fire?”

“Fire,” Kono smiled, and Danny sighed. His stomach couldn’t really rumble, but it felt like it was trying to drink itself and Danny hoped they were heading for the BPRD office so he could eat. Kono, though had other ideas. “We’re heading over to a crime scene. Agent Ho Kelly will be meet us there... with the other loan BPRD agent he’s picking up from the Naval base.”

“Crime scene?” Wondering if he had missed something, Danny quirked an eyebrow at her. Taking her eyes off the road, Kono pointed to the loose pages in the file, “Sorry, latest development. Back two pages.”

Danny scanned the pages, a frown deepening the furrows in the forehead, “Jack McGarrett, found dead two days ago. Possible animal attack?” Motioning for Kono to pay attention to the road, Danny pursed his lips, “So, HPD moans about us taking over a weird ass case and you guys think it’s the Kappas? McGarrett is former PD, so the uniforms must be pissed.”

Kono nodded, “Yeah, but since both Chin and I are former HPD, it’s not too bad, and the Captain is an old friend. The problem is we have no idea why the Kappa would target a retired cop. Chin’s worried that we’re so focused on finding a connection to the Tong that maybe we’re missing something else.”

“But since the Kappa are targeting local law enforcement, maybe it’s not too much of a stretch,” Danny said, skimming the pages again, and blamed the excessive sun for him missing it the first time round.

Kono filled him in on the rest of their case file on the Tong as they drove through Honolulu. The crime scene was in a nice residential neighbourhood, and Danny felt his lips dry out at just the promise of salty sea air. Kono pulled up next to the sidewalk and slid the car into park. Danny wished for a hat or baseball cap as he climbed out, a massive headache spiking through his brain at the full bore sunlight. He quickly followed Kono down the walk, heading for blessed shade.

He nearly missed it because of all the damn sunshine, but he caught it just in time. No matter the stench, he continued until he was in the shade and then stopped. Kono carried on up to the door and belatedly realised that her charge wasn’t with her. Turning, she paused, picking up his tension from his posture and hurried back. “What?”

Wrinkling his nose and feeling his headache join forces with his hunger to make new misery, Danny hissed, “Well, for one thing. McGarrett was a werewolf.”

Kono, rookie that she was, stared at him in shock, paled and then gathered herself. “You sure?”

“Oh yeah, trust me. Its kinda ingrained in our DNA knowing that,” Danny replied. Kono bit her lip and hmmmed, “Not that it makes much difference, but it definitely makes this our kind of case. I didn’t think we had werewolves on the island.”

It was a prickle at the back of his neck, an instinct born from generations of blood feuds and war. Twisting on his heel, on automatic, Danny groaned, “Well, you got one more, kid.”

A black SVU was pulling up, and Kono shot him a look, her eyes narrow with worry.

*bprd*h50*

It was strange being back on Ohau. There was just enough change to be jarring even as the old familiar sights were soothing. It’d been years and what felt like a lifetime since he’d driven down this street.

It was pretty decent of Ho Kelly to be taking this case so personally. BPRD would have handled the case anyway, but Chin had called him, smoothed things over with the Navy, and HQ and got his reserve BPRD agent status invoked and leave from the Navy to deal with this. Usually family weren’t allowed to investigate their own. But not today.

Jake McGarrett had been a first rate cop, without anyone being the wiser of his ‘special’ status. He’d worked closely with the BPRD as a reserve Specialist. Steve was following in his first footsteps, albeit trying the same juggling act whilst being in the military. Mary had sounded really broken up on the phone, even though it’d been hours since her notification. McGarrett had managed to convince her to stay in LA, just in case this was some old vendetta that had followed his family from the mainland. It was unlikely, but you couldn’t be too careful.

“You sure about the Tong connection,” Steve growled, pouring through his own file. Chin shook his head, “Not at all. There are too many unknowns right now. If it wasn’t for the fact that this was your father, I would have put it down to a home invasion gone wrong. But they came prepared, so...”

Steve nodded, tight and controlled. As much as this was his father and therefore top priority, there was also something off, something rotten about the case. The ride over from the Navy Office had involved nothing but talk about the case and the situation brewing in Honolulu. As Chin turned into his old street, Steve felt hackles rise – he was going home.

“Oh, I probably should have mentioned this...” Chin started, but Steve’s gaze was fixed on his house, the one he hadn’t seen in years not since leaving for college and the sense of home, pack, safety, family was stirring a rising tide of grief and anger, because it was all gone. A red chevy was parked on the street and as Chin pulled into the drive, he vaguely noted two other people in the front yard, but his eyes were scanning the house, noting the changes, the sameness.

Chin had trailed off, his ‘probably’ unfinished, Steve’s intense stare fully committed to his childhood home. It wasn’t until Steve opened the car door that he figured out what Chin was trying to give him a heads up on. The stench of decay was marked, prominent even, and Steve was startled at the instinctive growl that rumbled in his throat.

A bloody vampire.

It was the haole guy, and not the girl, and Steve resisted the urge to bare his teeth and stand a little straighter. The vampire had the good sense to stay back, tipping an imaginary hat at him, and keeping to the shade. The young lady joined them, her smile tentative and she extended her hand, “Hi, I’m Agent Kono Kalakaua, I’m sorry to meet you under these circumstances, Commander McGarrett.”

“Thanks, Agent Kalakaua.” She seemed nice, genuine, her face fresh and excited even on a case like this. But Steve couldn’t really tear his gaze away from the vampire, or the yawning abyss of emotion that awaited him inside the house. Comfortably far enough away that a human would have to shout, the vampire said in a normal voice, “Agent Williams. Sorry about your father.” Only Steve could really hear him, and he nodded briefly in acknowledgement, not trusting his voice. He’d more than likely growl at the guy.

Chin was watching the interaction cautiously, and Kono didn’t quite know what to do with herself. Steve solved their quandary by simply saying even as he stalked up the steps, “You coming?”

The vampire was forgotten as Steve stepped inside and was assaulted by a flood of memories and the reek of blood. His father’s blood. For a split second, he was sixteen again and Mary was crying and his father was shouting and his heart burned with aching grief for his mother. That burn was stoked to a raging furnace as he stepped into the dining room and saw the pool of blood and splatter on the walls. There was a tang of silver in the air, an itch at the back of his throat and Steve snorted, trying to clear it. Twin silent presences at his back had his hackles rising again, even though he knew they were friends, or at least, not enemies.

“You run your own crime scene kit, yet?”

It was easier snapping questions, taking the lead than letting the roil of emotion boil over and consume him. His dad had bled out on that floor and lain there long enough to stain the wood. He’d never be able to get the smell out.

Chin nodded, unseen, and said, “We did, and pulled up nothing much more than HPD. No fingerprints, no trace evidence leading to a known species.”

McGarrett nodded, eyes scanning the scene, noting the dust void on the desk, the boot print in blood. “Can you give me a minute?”

Ho Kelly and Kalakaua nodded in unison and backed off, stopping at the open doorway, waiting in silhouette, sunlight streaming in behind them. Steve walked the room, going further in, following the steps of the CSU team. But his mind was far from the present, not really paying attention to the details even as he filed them away for later use.

Steve swallowed against the urge to drop to his haunches and just howl. The whole house was permeated by the smell that was quintessentially his father, and home and love. He could hear Mary’s footsteps on the staircase and Mom calling from the kitchen. Dad working on the Mercury, the slick feel of grease on his hands. Old tragedy bled into new, raw grief as Steve noted the signs of a struggle, a broken chair, upturned table. They had come in from the kitchen, silent and prepared, armed with silver to kill a werewolf.

Out of sight from the doorway, Steve dropped to his haunches, hands on the back of his neck and clenched in his hair. There was no time for tears or mourning, and none of that came. Instead a cold, hard purpose filled him and as he studied the room closely, he picked up the subtle clues even after two days. Signs of a rough, hurried search, drawers not closed completely, papers and books disturbed. A family picture missing, the hint of cologne in the air. He’d recognise that cologne, but it wasn’t a definitive clue. But perhaps it would help.

“Hey, out here!”

Jersey twang demanding attention coming from the back yard, that slipped down to their access of the beach. The much thicker trees in the backyard offered a cool respite to the heat and the sea breeze was stirring the branches, a soft rustle all around.

The vampire, Agent Williams was hunched over, peering at something on the ground. Chin and Kono joined him at the door and followed him out into the yard.

*bprd*h50*

Danny didn’t do sunlight. Sure it was mostly because he was a vampire and it kinda made him deathly ill but there were other reasons. Skin cancer. Sun burn. Age spots. Freckles. Grace.

Luckily, he didn’t usually have to spend a lot of time outdoors, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t just as effective outside as he was indoors. The trail from the backdoor was fairly obvious, even to human eyes. Many feet, maybe four people. A blood trail sharply combined with both werewolf blood and something else. And then there was the foot print, or rather ‘pawprint’? either one of the attackers had shifted or there was a fifth attacker.

Ho Kelly, Kalakaua and the werewolf trickled into the yard, dodging the markers of the blood trail he’d laid down. Close up the werewolf smell was really sharp, and Danny wanted to call it ‘wet dog’ but it wasn’t really. He wasn’t the only one finding odours unpleasant as McGarrett wrinkled his nose and took a deep breath as he knelt to peer at the print.

“Interesting,” he said.

Danny nodded, showing Kono and Chin as well, “It’s a little indistinct, but I think one of the perps shifted. See here, solid shoe print and then in the same stride, this...”

Chin squatted down next to them, briefly watching their reactions, and said, “I don’t recognise it. Not kappa, that’s for sure.”

“I haven’t seen anything like it either,” Danny added, shooting the werewolf a look, but McGarrett was studying the print carefully. Kono snapped a few shots and said seriously, “I’ll run it through the database at the Cave.”

“The what?”

Danny stood, grimacing at an errant sunray and mumbled, “Well, frankly a cave sounds pretty damn awesome. Let’s go.”

McGarrett stood as well, and growled, “Flap off then, haole. Some of us have a scene to process.” Danny fought back the urge to snap back, literally and just raised double eyebrows of ‘whatever’. Chin though stepped in before there was any biting, literal or figurative and said, “Kono, you and Agent Williams head back to the office. McGarrett and I will finish up here.”

“You got it, Boss,” Kono said brightly and practically dragged Danny off with her. McGarrett stalked back to the house doing a fair impression of a dog with a stick up its butt. Danny was rapidly becoming grumpy enough that it was probably a good idea if he left. Killing the son of your victim, who also happened to be a temporary team mate was not the best idea, no matter how much fun it would be.

Every BPRD office had an unusual location with a concealed entrance. The New York office had a secondary entrance in Central Park, right under the Alice in Wonderland statue. The Hawaii office fifty states away was also located in a park, but Danny didn’t care much for the symmetry. He just wanted to be indoors. The drive to the office was a little tense as Kono chatted continuously, nervously, probably picking up on his mood. Danny waited impatiently for Kono to trigger the doorway and gratefully slipped inside. There was a care package from Jersey waiting for him, and Danny could already smell the O neg blood inside.

“Thank you, Mickey!”

Kono gave him a wan smile and moved to the large computer banks to run the print photo. Uncaring of her opinion, but not willing to drink in front of her just yet, Danny tore the package open and called out, “Kitchen?”

“West corridor, second right.”

“Thanks.”

It was pleasantly cool and pretty damn perfect in the office and the moment he wasn’t fantasying about ripping a few throats out, and two bags of O neg were consumed, he headed back to the main computer room.

Kono was still running a search, a stream of pictures flickering on the screen, with the pawprint from the McGarrett yard on one side. “Nothing yet?”

“No,” she replied and looked over at him as he joined her. “You feeling ... more.. er... better?”

“Yep. Long flight.”

They watched the computer run the entire BPRD database, which wasn’t all that big or extensive. When the ‘match not found’ message appeared, Kono sighed, “And the mystery deepens,” her faceht from the super large computer screen. Yawning a bit and in need of a nap somewhere cold and dark, Danny perched on the edge of the large terminal desk. “Maybe Chin and Dog Boy will find something at the house.”

Visibly surprised at the comment or rather the name, Kono snorted a bitten off laugh, “You probably shouldn’t call him that. So, do you ... er.. guys really hate each other?”

“Personally? Not really. Hates too strong a word. Its more ... visceral than that.”

“Huh?”

“He stinks. And he thinks I stink. And the posturing and need to be all alpha gets very old, very quickly.”

“Ah,” Kono deadpanned and dialled Chin to give him an update.

*bprd*h50*

Part 2