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You'll never see them together.
Sometimes, you’ll catch a glimpse of a black motorcycle leaving Kalakaua's place. And sometimes, you'll catch Danny Williams swaggering out of Mamo's cafe, where Steve is known to stay, with a smirk and subtly wiping away at something at the corner of his mouth.
But you'll never see them together. There are whispers though. How Kono will slice a man open right to the bone for a single word of disrespect. She has the Yakuza held in a vice grip. The way Chin Ho Kelly hasn't said a word since his wife died but no one heard Delano scream when Kelly got his hands on him. The cops are afraid of him.
McGarrett's harsh gaze and military hand. He never lets his crew be seen, keeps his weapons close. How, in barely a year’s time, the islands became his. And Danny Williams, the unknown card from the mainland who walks with a purpose and a New Jersey swagger. There are rumors of the blood on his hands and the bullet he put in his wife's head. He was dangerous on his own but, as McGarrett's partner, his danger is infinite.
They're not criminals. They're monsters with a code.
Danny won't touch children. Steve won't kill fathers. Kelly refuses to murder women. Kono doesn't touch teenage girls. They only go after the one's that deserve it.
What the underground of Hawaii doesn't know is that McGarrett's doing this for his father. He won't stop till he snaps Wo Fat's neck with his bare hands. Kono does it for the blood and fire burning in her veins. She does it to keep an eye on Chin. Chin does it because he has nothing left to do. He threw his life away the day he tore Delano apart. And Danny? Well, he does it because he likes it. He does it for his family, for his little girl. He does it because he never knew anything but the filthy streets of New Jersey, the sharp black suits, the cold harsh metal of a gun and dark Jersey waters full of the dead's secrets.