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Steven. J McGarrett's life is changed the moment he answers the shrill ring of his phone. Sweat rolls down his heat flushed chest, the wind catching on the streaks of dampness adorning his muscular torso the chill of the breeze, providing a much-needed break from the blistering heat. Steve walks away from the busy energy of the Spanish naval base, where he is currently stationed. "McGarrett." He barks, finally answering the phone.
There is an extended moment of silence on the other end, an uneasiness settling over Steve as he waits for the caller to speak. "Hello, Steven McGarrett this is Sargent. Duke Lukela with the Honolulu police department." The Sargent responds, his voice weary and weathered.
Steve's intelligent mind thinking of possible reasons the Captain of the Honolulu police department could have for calling him. However, he finds himself at a loss. "How can I help you, Captain?" He questions his voice laced with an unwelcome amount of uncertainty and concern.
Sargent. Duke Lukela draws in a deep, shaky breath as he readies himself to reply. " It is with regret that I must inform you that late last night your father, Detective John McGarrett, was shot in the line of duty and was unfortunately pronounced dead on arrival." Lukela finishes his voice steady and professionally detached; however, after many years of reading people, Steve finds that however hidden it may appear he can still detect the subtle waver of grief in the older man's tone.
Steve stands stock still his exhales turning from slow and steady breaths to harsh puffs of hot air as he struggles to digest the information relayed to him. "What happened?" He queries voice cracking with sorrow as eyes ablaze with unshed tears threatening to spill. He examines his insignificant amount of memories of the man desperately trying to figure out how this could have happened. His father was one of the finest detectives Honolulu police department had. The man lived off the grid, his house registered under a false name, only use burner phones he wasn't an unchallenging hit, besides his work on the force he was a ghost. His deep jade green eyes narrow in thought as he attempts to piece together the slew of contradicting information laid before him.
His thoughts are interrupted as he is brought back to reality by the police Captain on the other end of the phone. "I'm sorry, but I am unable to disclose details at this time as this is still an ongoing investigation." Steve nods, although the other man is unable to see him. Steve begins to anxiously pace the secluded room he escaped to for privacy, trying to figure out where he goes from here. Does he go back to his home on O' ahu? As far as Steve is aware, there is no one else capable of getting his fathers affairs in order. It's not like he can entrust the task to his sister Mary, hell he didn't even have the slightest clue how to get in contact with Mary. Mary had always been a wild card. She caused trouble everywhere she went, Steve hadn't heard from her in years, and he doubted he would hear from her now.
"Okay, thank you for informing me I will return to O' ahu. Please let me know if I can be of assistance." Swiftly ending the call, Steve strides determinedly to the office of his commanding officer, the man who trained him, Luitenant Joe White. Once he arrives in the sizeable office of Luitenant White, he implores the man to place him in the reserves. He asks to be placed on an immediate flight to Honolulu national airport, informing his Luitenant of his fathers passing. Luitenant white being an old friend of John McGarrett felt the pain of losing the man. Without pause, Luitenant White grants his request promptly sending him on his way to the landing strip where he will be transported from the base to Honolulu.
Steve sits wringing his hands anxiously, finding a calming sense of security in the unceasing hum of the jets engine. He stares blankly ahead his eyes fixed on the feathery soft-looking clouds passing below him, he gazes unseeingly as the vibrant shadow speckled azure blue sky slips away below him. For the first time since his earlier phone call, Steve allows himself time to begin methodically assessing his thoughts. The task seeming impossible as he tries to work his way through the disarray of his confused mind.
The first thought he finds crossing his mind is as heart-wrenchingly sad as it is straight forward his father, the man who raised him is, in fact, dead. The man he knew was a cold, emotionally detached detective whose work was commonly more vital to him than his family. The last time he saw John McGarrett was shortly after his mothers funeral, he was fifteen at the time. She had been killed in a hit and run incident. Instead, of consoling and comforting his two reasonably young and devastated children, he threw himself fruitlessly into his work, attempting to ascertain the identity of the driver responsible for her death.
Now the man Steve knew was a man who had been in an innumerable amount of dangerous and customarily life-threatening situations. Steve was more aware then most that eventually yes he would lose his father, and although the news of his fathers passing is heart-rending, he finds himself rather disconcerted over the kind of person that could take down John McGarrett. Before becoming a detective for Honolulu police department, John McGarrett was a highly decorated Navy Seal. He advanced through the ranks undergoing some of the most physically demanding, ruthless and mentally exhausting military training ever documented. With that in mind, Steve knows no ordinary man would have the capability to take his father down. Now that begs the question just what kind of a man was he dealing with.
The jet touches down on the long expanse of the asphalt-covered runway of the Honolulu national airport, Steve is instantaneously awoken from his torturous nightmares a cold sweat covering his body as he tries to rid himself of the horrors he has witnessed. Departing the plane, Steve finds his heavily fatigued body now unsheltered from the blazing heat of the late afternoon Hawaiin sun, McGarrett makes a hasty retreat to exit the runway.
As he takes a moment to compose himself and acclimate to his new surroundings, he hears heavy, fast-paced footsteps approaching from his right. Squinting directly into the intense beam of sunlight he catches the incomprehensible shadowed silhouette of what appears to be an impeccably dressed male. The man holds himself in a manner which steve associates with law enforcement. Steve is aware his skill set is highly sought after, there are not many people with his specialist training. Previous experience leads him to believe the man approaching is tasked with a formal request. However, that does little to dissipate the anger bubbling inside him. He came back to O'ahu to burry his father, he was not looking to get involved in any ongoing cases.
The stature of the man standing before him is not dissimilar to that of his own body. However, the other many does have a couple extra inches of height, and instead of his sandy brown locks and jade green eyes, the man before him has dark, dull brown eyes and well-tamed jet black locks, deep purple bruising below his weary eyes. Although Steve finds his interest piqued by the man and what request he may have. That does not dissuade him from levelling the man with an icy glare, lips pressed tight into a solid line advertising his displeasure over the circumstances. "Steve McGarrett?" The man questions cocking one well-groomed eyebrow.
McGarrett nods his assent gesturing impatiently for the man to continue. " My name is Adam Noshimuri, and I am here on behalf of the FBI crime syndicate task force." The man states pausing to ensure what he is saying is not falling on deaf ears. Steve once again simply nods to the man not wishing to bare his emotions to the stranger just yet. Catching on to the fact that McGarrett would not be responding to him adam presses on swiftly. " This division has been specially created to track and bring down major crime families. We have reviewed your impressive resume and in light of your fathers recent passing at what we suspect to be the hand of none other than Daniel Williams we would like to offer you the job as head of this new task force." Adam finishes with a solemn smile.
Steve's face hardens as his previously bright eyes darken, their colour becoming similar to the ocean during a storm. "What could this guy possibly have to do with my father?" he asks unwavering in his anger. Steve struggles to place the name Daniel Williams, reasonably sure this is his first time hearing the name. He desperately searches his memories in a futile effort to produce any type of connection between Williams and his father. Drawing up empty, he sighs in resignation.
Adam holds firm under the stormy gaze of the navy seal. "It is believed that your father was murdered by Danny Williams, head of the Williams family mafia. However, we are still unsure as to the reason why," he states calmly. Steves mulls the information over. He knows the only reasonable answer to the job offer would be to say yes. At least if he accepts the offered job, he would be able to investigate his father's death, something about it still not sitting right with him.
Murmuring curses under his breath, wishing just for once his life could be simple. Even in death, his father can't make his life easy. "I will accept your offer to run the task force. However, I refuse to do anything until I have at least showered." Steve answers curtly motioning for Agent Noshimuri to lead the way trailing behind him at a sedate pace.
When arriving at the task force headquarters, Steve exhales in relief as he takes in his surroundings. Happy to be somewhere familiar. A soft smile crossing his face as he looks around at the high tech computer screens gracing the wall of the room, the large solid dark wood table in the middle of the room with identical chairs filling each side of the large table.
Steve watches as Adam enters the room a short female, with a red pixie cut at his side. "Luitenant commander, I'm glad you made it." Steve nods in acknowledgement, waiting for the man to introduce the female. "With me is special agent Jenna Kaye, she will work as our information analyst." Jenna steps forward offering out a hand to shake. Steve takes her hand, shaking it firmly as he stares her down, something about the woman putting him on edge.
"Commander, Adam, please take a seat, and we will get started," she states gesturing towards the chairs surrounding the table. She pulls up multiple pictures of a man. The man before him is short he can't be more than 5'5 steve surmises. Steve can see the outline of a well-muscled chest through the baby blue button-up shirt the man in the pictures is wearing. his blonde hair styled immaculately, suit jacket thrown haphazardly over a powerful forearm. Lastly, Steve notices the way the man's tight black slacks show off his deliciously toned legs and plump backside. Steve's mouth waters as his mind's filled with fantasies of the blonde man below him.
The sound of Agent Kayes voice startles Steve out of his thoughts. "The man on the screen before you is Daniel Williams, also known as Danny Williams. Danny Williams was one of the best detectives within the new jersey police department." Jenna pauses, pulling up more photos of the man none of them particularly suspicious. Steve wrestles with the morality of being attracted to a criminal. "Danny Williams has 87 solved homicides under his belt, he was an extremely talented detective. Before joining the police force, he excelled in the academy. His skill in hand to hand combat unrivalled. As well as this, his firearm training sheets show the man to be a superior shot who never misses a target, whether it be still or moving." Steve struggles to digest the information. What causes a skilled, hardworking detective like Danny Williams to not only become involved in the mob but to become the leader. Agent Kaye pushes a file across the table to steve, as he looks through the content he realises it is the case they have been building against the man in question. His mouth parts in disbelief over some of the genuinely atrocious crimes this man has committed.
Agent Kaye sits down As Agent Noshimuri stands "we have reason to believe that Danny Williams is behind the murder of your father. the bullet we recovered matches a murder linked to Danny Williams back in Newark, New Jersey." Adam finishes looking to steve for a comment.
"if you know he was responsible for both murders, why has he not been arrested?" Adam chuckles, although Steve struggles to find what part of this may be construed as funny.
Adam shakes his head an empty smile on his face. " He is not in jail because there is no evidence linking Williams to any of the crimes we suspect him off. The man is good." Adam pauses sharing an indecipherable look with Agent Kaye. "That is where you come in Commander. We are going to be sending you to the college Willams is teaching at. We are putting you undercover on one of his courses, and you are going to get close to him and dig into his life. we need evidence, and it will be up to you to find it." Steve sits slack-jawed. He has done countless information recovery ops, but undercover work is something he has never done. "go home, get some sleep, here is everything you need on Williams as well as the books for his course. your first class is tomorrow at 9am don't be late steve call us with updates." The order breaking Steve out of his thoughts.
"I thought I was the head of the task force?" Steve questions confused Adam places a reassuring hand on Steve's shoulder.
Jenna stands " We need to get you up to date, and on the mission, from here you will call the shots, and you will be expected to contact us with orders. Good night commander. we are a phone call away when needed." She bows her head slightly before exiting the room leaving the two men behind. With a small nod to each other, the men leave the room going their separate way for now.