#hw50

Requested by @sleeplessnightsgirl a long time ago! Sorry for the wait - but hope you enjoy:)

Y/N has been working for Britsh Secret Service, MI6, for a little while. Them and Steve have been together for a few months and Y/N still hasn’t worked up the courage to tell him yet. But when they’re chasing the same guy, what happens?

Warnings: Mentions of murder, lying

Y/N = Your Name

Italics = Messages

this fic is gender neutral:)

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It’s fine. I’ll tell him I’m going to see my parents. That’ll work, right?

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Your phone went off at 3am, and you groggily picked it up - the blue screen far too bright for this time of morning. Your eyes took a moment to adjust before reading the short message displayed across the screen.

Track mission. Michael Caster: 5’11, 190lbs. Rockford, Illinois.

“Hey, who’s that?” Steve said, rolling over and squinting his eyes. You quickly put your phone back on the bedside table and turned to face Steve.

“Oh it’s just my dad. I think he just forgets the time difference sometimes, he’s texting me about a movie he saw earlier. It’s fine - go back to sleep.” You said calmly, putting your hands around his neck and smiling at him.

“Okay.” He said sleepily, his eyes already closing as he settled down again. You watched him fall back asleep before you turned around and grabbed your phone.

Registered. Mission report for ma’am by next week. Estimated finish in two weeks without complication. B5.

You replied quickly, gently resting your phone back where it was and throwing your head back onto your pillow. Now really wasn’t the time for a trip onto the mainland and putting your life at risk. You and Steve hadn’t been together long - 8 months or so. You hadn’t told him anything about MI6 or what you did before you met him, and as far as he was concerned; you’d just worked for your parents until you moved to Hawaii 2 years ago; not that you worked as an agent for the most-well known British secret service to exist.

You turned your head and looked at him next to you. You really didn’t want to leave. Steve was doing a really tough case at the moment, chasing down some guy that was going after kids; and it really seemed to get to him. You wanted to be there for him, but your job said otherwise.

You huffed and turned over, putting your face into the pillow. You’d come up with an excuse tomorrow.

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“Hey Steve? I’m thinking I might go see my parents. They’ve been texting me non-stop for the past couple weeks and I think something might be up.” You said nonchalantly, your heart breaking when you saw his face fall. You knew he wouldn’t say no. He could never when it came to your family, he knew moving from England to Hawaii was a big deal for you and that you missed your family like crazy.

“Uh no...of course Y/N, you should go. How long you thinking of going for?” He asked, sadness evident in his tone.

“Not long. Two weeks? Maybe a few days longer if I need to. There’s a flight available tomorrow, early morning.” You replied, grabbing your case from the top of your wardrobe and beginning to put a few items inside.

“Sounds good. I hope you have fun with your family. You know, I’d love to come with you but with the case going on and everything...I don’t think I have time to take a break.” He said sadly, coming over to give you a hug. His arms wrapped around your waist and his chin rested on your head.

“No, it’s fine. I completely understand. Maybe you can come with me next time. My parents are desperate to meet you. Next time, baby.” You mumbled against his chest, breathing in deeply. You felt so bad lying to him, but you didn’t know how to tell him. You were sure the service wouldn’t mind: he was head of five-0 and ex-Seal so they’d trust him to know. All spouses had a right to know.

You just didn’t know how to tell him.

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Your flight to Illinois seemed to last a long time. You’d checked your briefing over ten times yet you still had a couple hours to kill. Your leg bounced up and down as you gazed outside the window.

“Nervous flyer?” The person in the seat next to you asked.

“Nope. Just got somewhere to be.” You replied.

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Everything seemed to be going pretty smoothly. You learned the guy you were chasing was wanted for murder for several different people, and the police couldn’t catch him. He seemed to slip through their fingers every time they got close.

He was British. Started killing in England; hence why MI6 had been tasked to find him and not the FBI. He’d moved onto America and carried on with his killings. Who he was killing, you didn’t know. MI6 didn’t release you that information, just tasked you to find him. You were good at your job, and found him just before your two weeks were up. You’d tracked him to Jericho, California and you were ready to take him in that night.

However, Michael Caster had other plans.

You’d been talking with your correspondent at MI6 when you learned Caster booked an emergency flight to Hawaii under a false name.

If you were being pretty honest, it worked in your favour. It meant you could get home quicker and you wouldn’t have to worry about lying to Steve for at least another couple months.

You hitched a private flight to Honolulu airport as quick as you could, tracking Caster through the airport the whole time. Your flights touched down at similar times which seriously worked to your advantage. You raced through the airport, and Caster was obviously aware he was being followed. You got through baggage claim and made it into the huge crowd that gathered in the terminals. You pushed your way through but your gaze got lost and you couldn’t see him anymore. You made it outside, just to see Caster getting into a cab and driving away.

“Dammit.” You muttered out loud, gritting your teeth. You found your car in the parking lot and tracked the cab he’d gotten into. He was dropped off at some industrial estate, and you watched him shakily get out of the cab and retrieve his ‘luggage.’ You pulled behind slightly and watched his movements. You waited until he was between two storage containers where he couldn’t escape before you got out of the car, ready to make your arrest.

“MI6, please. Stay where you are Caster. Let’s not make this anymore difficult than it has to be.” You shouted, raising your hands into the air. As you began to walk forward, you heard sirens coming towards you. ‘Shit. HPD.’ You thought. You watched Caster’s movements as you heard the cars quickly rounded the corner. You held your badge high up into the air, attempting to hide your face in case anyone on the force recognised you.

“MI6. Please let me handle my case. I’ve got this, thank you!” You shouted loudly, so HPD could hear you over the car’s engines. You hoped to God that they’d just turn around and leave you, as after all, that was protocol. MI6 had higher clearance over HPD and were told to let agents get on with their work. You walked up to Caster and put the cuffs that you held in your right hand onto his wrists that were behind his back. You pulled your phone out.

Mission complete. Target found and arrested. Arrange for removal immediately.

The HPD cars were already starting to pack away when you saw a familiar car rounding the corner of the estate. Your heart plummeted and your whole body went hot and numb.

Danny’s Camero pulled up and your boyfriend steps out of the car. You watch in shock as he walks over to Duke and asks what’s going on. You try to walk quickly to your car but you see Steve throw a look your way. He looks, then turns back to Duke, and then turns his head again. He looks completely lost for words. You push Caster onto your backseat and slam the door. Steve storms over to the car, arms folded. You squeeze your eyes shut, almost bracing for impact.

“Shit.” You mutter.

“So, Y/N. You wanna tell me something?” Steve asks mockingly. He arches his eyebrows and sways where he stands. You close your eyes briefly, before deciding to be brave.

“What’s up Steve. How’s it going.” You say quietly. You cringed inside, you couldn’t seem to function.

“You mind telling me why you’re arresting a guy that five-0 has been chasing for months? You wanna tell me why I’ve just seen my girl/boyfriend, who as far as I was concerned, was seeing their parents out in England, holding up an agency badge and yelling at HPD directions to leave them alone. Huh? You wanna tell me?” He mused, smirking as he folded his arms even tighter; eager to hear your reply.

“Steve. I wanted to tell you. But I just...I couldn’t. I didn’t know how. It’s such a weird part of my life that I’ve kept a secret for so long that I couldn’t comprehend telling you. I felt like you might think I had...had too much baggage or something.” You scratched the back of your neck. You looked down at your feet and wished the ground would swallow you up. You hadn’t wanted to tell Steve this way. You’d hoped to tell him gently, with plenty of time to comprehend and understand.

But all of that was out the window.

“Y/N. Honestly? I don’t care that you’re in the service. I know what it’s like, it’s hard to tell the people you love that you’re involved in that kinda thing. But I’m kinda hurt you didn’t tell me. You could’ve told me, I would’ve understood; you know that.” He came closer and took both your hands in his.

“I’m sorry, Steve. I know I could have told you, but I just wasn’t ready. I’m sorry you had to find out like this.” You motioned towards the scene around you and at your bullet-proof vest.

“Hey. Hey. It doesn’t matter. I know now and that’s all that matters, and now I can support you through it all.” He freed his hands and wrapped his arms around you in a hug. “I love you. You know that right?” He mumbled into your hair.

“I know it, don’t worry. I love you too...so much.” You squeezed tighter.

“So. How many times have you actually been to see your parents in the 2 years we’ve known each other?” He asked. He just thought you went to see your parents a lot, and that you got homesick easily.

“Well, lets see. Out of the many times I’ve told you I was going to see my parents, I’ve seen them twice. And the other trips I’ve been on? They’ve all been...business too.” You almost laughed at how much you’d lied to him. You felt awful, but at the same time; relieved he finally knew. You guys stayed silent for a few seconds.

“MI6? Nice. Pretty hot, if you ask me.” Steve squeezed you tighter and smiled.

“I don’t know. Maybe I’ll join five-0. Guess that’s pretty sexy too.” You giggled, leaning in to press your lips against his in a well-deserved kiss.

Requested by the lovely @thestrawberryblondehobbitbatch - hope you enjoy! I know you asked for the victim to be flirting with Y/N but it didn’t fit the story so I changed it to one of analysists, hope you don’t mind:D

You’re called in on a case on your day off by your husband Steve. You’re checking out the crime scene when someone fails to notice something.

Warnings: Death, Blood, Suggestion

Y/N = Your Name

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“Please?”

“No.”

Pretty please?”

“Still no.”

“Pretty please with a cherry on top?”

“Nope.” You answered, popping the ‘P’.

“But this case is hard, we need your expertise on these crime scene photos.” Steve pleaded over the phone, begging you to come into work.

“Steve, you know today has literally been my only day off in like, 2 years. I was really looking forward to staying at home and relaxing. You have competent analysts there with you, surely they can do it?” You rolled your eyes, nestling further into the covers of your bed.

“But no one is as good as you are. Please? I’ll take the day off work next week and you can too and we’ll chill all day. Just please come in today? I really want to get this case.” Steve knew just how persuade you, knowing a day with him would push you over the edge.

“Okay fine, I’ll come in for a few hours. But then I’m going home to enjoy the rest of my day off, okay?” You huffed, getting out of bed and starting to pick out an outfit.

“You are the best wife in the entire world. I love you so much. I’ll see you later, bye.” And with that, he hung up.

You sighed and looked in your wardrobe. You honestly didn’t want to dress up. You grabbed one of Steve’s navy shirts saying ‘McGarrett’ across the back and his navy seal unit on the breast pocket. You threw on a pair of denim shorts and brushed your hair. You grabbed your bag and went out the front door, heading to the crime scene.

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Steve rushed out of the house as soon as he saw you. He kissed you repeatedly and told you how amazing you were multiple times.

“Yes, Yes. I know I’m amazing. I just want to look at these photos and go home. Where are they?” You asked. Steve led you through the door of a large house and into the living room where you saw Danny and Kono talking. They both gave you a wave and mouthed ‘thank you’ as you took the photos from one of the tech guys.

You studied them for a while, the case becoming more obvious the longer you looked at them.

“It’s easy. Murder 100% but I guess you already knew that. The...activities were obviously consensual because there isn’t any struggle marks from the ropes around the victim’s wrists, you see it? However, it wasn’t his partner that killed him. You see that tiny spot there in the corner of the window sill? That’s blood. The other person taking part was clearly injured, and my guess is that they climbed out of the window to get away from the attacker. You see the slight disturbance in the grass just outside their window? You’re probably looking for an injured women, mid-30’s based on the indent of the footprint that’s just there, you see that? Most likely with a broken arm, maybe a few broken ribs and a cut on their leg, that’s where the blood on the sill came from. You should probably send some people to search that forest that’s just past the park in the back of this photo, she probably went in there.”

Steve stared at you, he was always in awe of you when you were doing your job. He forgot how good you were at it. He quickly called some men over and told them to search the area you’d told him. He went with them for safe measure, kissing you goodbye as he left.

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“So, I haven’t seen you around here before?” Someone said from behind you. You whipped around and found the source of the voice. You read his name tag, ‘Jackson’ and rolled your eyes.

“I’m the photography analyser for this case, it’s real difficult. I could take you out the back and show you some of the pictures if you want..and maybe show you a few other things.” He smirked, eyeing you up and down.

“Oh my gosh! Really? I’d love to. You know what? Let me take my wedding ring off first because I don’t want to lose it whilst we’re...and you know what else? I should probably take off my husband’s shirt too because I’d hate to get it dirty whilst you show me your moves!” You said sarcastically, turning around to reveal the ‘McGarrett’ written across your back. You began to lift the hem.

“Woah. Woah. Okay. I get it, you’re married. And to Commander McGarrett. Wow, I really wish you’d told me that one before I made a move.” ‘Jackson’ said, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Well, Jackson, maybe you shouldn’t just assume that every girl wants to drop her panties at the sight of you and maybe you should actually talk to someone before you ask them to have sex around the back of a crime scene.”

By now, Steve had walked in and was watching the conversation unfurl from the doorway. He smiled, knowing you were about to kick his ass.

“And by the way, you’re the photo analysist? Gee, I wish they’d hired someone who was competent because I just solved this case in 2 minutes for you. It was obvious, dumbass. You see? Look, they found her.” You gestured to the HPD members bringing a pale women inside with a sling and bandage around her ribs.

“So next time, instead of looking for your next bedtime quest - why don’t you focus on your job.” You finished, folding your arms over your chest.

The guy was purple with embarrassment as he muttered a quick ‘sorry’ and walked away sheepishly.

“Wow. That was hot.” Steve said, ambling over to you and placing his hands on your waist and his lips on yours.

“Your wife is pretty hot, I guess.” You shrugged, giggling and kissing him back.

“Ew. Would you guys stop that? You’re literally making out in the middle of a crime scene. There’s an actual dead body up those stairs and you two are shoving your tongues down each other’s throats. Animals. Both of you.” Danny shouted, coming closer to break the two of you up.

“Yeah but c’mon Danny. Look at my wife. She’s hot and she’s a genius. How can I not?” Steve grinned, pressing his lips to yours once more, causing Danny to roll his eyes and walk away.

“Well, would you look at that. I was only here for 40 minutes. I guess I’ll just go home and have a nice steamy bath, all by myself...all alone and naked in the water.” You teased, picking up your bag and waltzing away.

“I’ll be home in 10.” Steve shouted.

Steve gets asked what the worst moment of his life was

A/N: That’s it! This mini series is finished:(

Warnings: Violence, Blood

Y/N = Your Name

Part 1 Part 2

this fic is gender neutral:)

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Valley 1910/2937392.

That was the radiator. They’d found it and narrowed it down to that radiator being in 3 different houses in the O’Ahu area. Steve didn’t want to get his hopes up and but he was so hopeful that he thought he might burst. He could be with Y/N in a few hours if this planned out correctly.

They’d looked at the three homes with the radiator and found the one they thought could be it. The records were perfect, which was what made them question it. Owned by Mr and Mrs. Driver, neither with any records, each with the perfect jobs. It had to be Wo Fat creating fake purchase records.

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The team went on their way as soon as they had the address. Steve felt like he was going a million miles per hour as he drove down the freeway. He pulled up a few blocks down from the house and signalled for the backup to stop as well. This was a high profile case and it seemed as if the whole of HPD had showed up to help find Y/N. Everyone loved Y/N and it really showed today.

Steve led everyone, his heart pounding through his chest at the thought of finding Y/N. He’d missed them so much that he physically hurt and couldn’t wait to find them again. The team silently crept up to the house; Kono going through the back, Chin climbing up the house and through the second window and Steve going in through the front.

It was silent.

Every single nerve in Steve’s body was tingling as he searched through the place. He started in the living room and slowly searched the ground floor. He saw Kono and they both shook their heads. He felt slight disappointment as he and Kono headed up the stairs. They saw Chin at the top of the landing and he shook his head. Steve’s hope sort of came crashing down and he felt like all the air inside of him had left and he felt his body go numb.

Y/N wasn’t there.

He exhaled sharply and turned to walk back outside. He stepped onto the porch and shook his head at the rest of HPD. He went to walk back to his car when a flash of black caught his eye in the window of the house across the street. He snapped his head up and signalled for everyone to be quiet. He motioned for Chin and Kono to follow him and he put his gun up ready. He walked slowly to the house and told Chin to go round the back. He went through the front again and heard a smash from the back.

“Hey Steve, they’re here. One’s upstairs. Go!” Chin yelled from the garden, tackling a big guy to the ground.

Steve ran as fast as he could, Kono straight behind him. The door at the end of the hall was open and as he was running to it; he heard an ear-piercing, blood-curdling scream. He shouted Y/N’s name and burst through the door. There, stood two large men and Wo Fat trying to get through an extremely small window. Steve stormed in and went straight for Wo Fat. The two men rushed in front of him but Steve took them both down easily. Wo Fat was half-way out of the window when Steve pulled him back; however Wo Fat was strong and pulled away, pulling Steve out of the window with him. They landed on a wooden shed and it shattered beneath them.

Steve felt a sharp pain as a shard of wood penetrated his side. He seethed in pain and put his hand to the wound immediately. When he pulled back, his hand was soaked with blood. He shot up and saw Wo Fat climbing over the fence of the house next door. In feeble attempt at trying to get him, Steve tried to climb over the fence but saw a blue sports car race into the distance, the wheels squealing over the tarmac. He turned around, defeated and went over to the crowd of police cars and ambulances. He saw Kono and shook his head.

“I couldn’t get him. He got away. I swear I heard a scream but Y/N wasn’t there.” Steve sighed, putting a hand to his face and feeling his throat tighten with emotion and disappointment.

“Steve, I’m right here.” A quiet voice said behind him. He whipped around and saw Y/N in Chin’s arms. They got up and Steve could swear he felt time slow down. He rushed to Y/N and pulled them into a tight hug, tears flowing freely from his eyes as he held their head with one hand and wrapped his other tightly around Y/N’s shoulders. Y/N sobbed loudly along with Steve as they held each other tightly.

“Oh my god. I’m so...I can’t believe I found you.” He started laughing from sheer disbelief that he’d found his Y/N.

“I knew you’d find me. You always do.” Y/N smiled up at him and pressed their lips to his in a passionate kiss.

A round of applause erupted around them from the rest of the HPD. Steve and Y/N pulled away and beamed at everyone around them.

Steve finally had his world back again.

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“So yeah, that was probably the worst moment of my life.” Steve said, swallowing hard.

“Huh. I never knew that happened to you guys.” Y/N and Steve’s daughter replied, looking shocked.

“What’s that?” Y/N asked, walking into the room with a tray of ice tea. They set it down and sat next to Steve, stroking their granddaughter’s head who was nestled in Steve’s arms.

“Dad was just telling me about the time some guy kidnapped you for 3 months. How come you never told me?” She asked.

“Well, I never saw it as a negative. Yes, it was traumatic but if that hadn’t have happened, he wouldn’t have gotten his ass in gear and proposed to me,” they giggled, “and then we never would have gotten you...or you.” Y/N gently kissed the top of their granddaughter’s head. Steve watched his family laugh and chat with a huge grin on his face.

“I’m the luckiest guy in the world.” He told Y/N, kissing their forehead and smiling at their beautiful granddaughter.

Steve gets asked what the worst moment of his life was

Warnings: Blood

Y/N = Your Name

Part 1 Part 3

this fic is gender neutral:)

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It had been 3 months.

3 months since you’d been snatched from your’s and Steve’s home by Wo Fat’s gang.

Steve wasn’t doing so great. He was tired, he felt sick all the time and couldn’t sleep at all. He felt that finding you was a priority over sleep. He spent most of his time at the office and chasing leads. No one could find a trace of you at all. Wo Fat and his people had covered their tracks well.

Jerry was still going at it, searching every corner of digital technology he could; but Steve knew Jerry had used all of his ideas and was just chasing empty leads now.

Kono, Chin and Lou were doing their best, questioning potential witnesses and researching everything they could. Chin had let the HPD know about your disappearance and they were all on the lookout constantly.

Danny tried to be there for Steve. He let him stay at his house while Steve’s was being treated as a crime scene. HPD had let Steve know that he could go home a few weeks ago, but Danny knew Steve just couldn’t face going home; so he didn’t say anything and let him stay there. Steve was completely broken and Danny hated seeing him like it.

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Steve was working, as he had been for 3 months straight, when an icon popped up on his email. He clicked it out of habit, completely used to the junk emails that would come through since HPD had announced your disappearance. He was aware that junk emails came through on every disappearance case, he got them all the time. He was used to it from previous cases, so nonchalantly he clicked into his mail and went to delete the email.

Address: [email protected]

Subject: for Steve McGarrett

Attachment: [video file.Y/N]

Steve’s whole body went cold as he grasped the laptop and shouted for everyone to gather round the table. Jerry was first and plugged the laptop in so the file could be brought up full screen on the monitor. Everyone exhaled when they saw the subject of the video.

“Are you ready.” Jerry asked Steve, sensing his apprehension at the video. Steve paused before replying, feeling slightly scared at the content of the video.

“Yes. Yes. Go ahead, yeah.” Steve replied shakily, still not ready to watch the video but deciding to go ahead anyway.

Jerry opened the file and played the video. The screen opened with an image of Y/N’s face close the camera. Steve inhaled sharply and felt his throat go tight. Kono took his hand and squeezed it, pulling back. Y/N’s face was bruised, they had swelling around their eye and their lip was cut from their chin. Their hair was matted and Steve could see Y/N had bruises all across their arms and chest. He could feel anger spreading from his toes to the tips of his fingers. Rage bubbled inside him and he wanted nothing more than to reach through the screen and kill each and every one of Wo Fat’s men, and then Wo Fat himself.

“Steve. Hello. I think I have something belonging to you.” Wo Fat’s slimy voice came from off the view of the camera. He said it mockingly, as if trying to tease him. Steve rolled his shoulders, attempting to stay calm. “Yes. I believe I’ve had something of yours for quite some time now. C’mon Y/N, say hello to your boyfriend.”

Steve saw Wo Fat’s foot come into view and kick Y/N hard in the shoulder. They groaned and meekly stared into the camera.

“Steve?” Y/N said quietly. Steve’s heart shattered as he watched them. His eyes felt wet as he walked closer to the monitor. “I miss you my little O’Ahu, I love you.” You smiled sadly at the camera.

Steve frowned. He’d never heard you call him O’Ahu ever. He didn’t even know what it was.

“You see? They’re fine. I just thought I’d show you they were okay and ask for that data back. I really need all the files you have on me and my network because I can’t have you exposing me, can I? You have 48 hours to gather everything and present it to my men at Papukea Park at 10am. You know how it goes Steve, if you don’t deliver, you won’t see Y/N again. Thank you Mr. McGarrett, I’m sure you’ll deliver.” Wo Fat finished and ended the video, the screen going black.

The whole team stood, shocked at what had just come through. Steve couldn’t handle it, and went to his office for some privacy. Danny followed him and signalled for everyone to stay where they were. He let Steve go into his office for a few seconds before following him in. Steve had his back turned to him. Danny put his hand on his shoulder.

“Hey buddy, I know…” Danny began, but before he could finish, Steve had pulled him into a tight hug. Danny could sense Steve cry, even though he was silent. His heart was crushed for his best friend, and he was all the more determined to find Y/N.

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“O’Ahu? They’ve never called me that ever. I’ve never heard it before in my life. Why would they call me that?” Steve uttered to the team a few days later at the conference table. The video had given them a renewed sense of hope for finding Y/N.

“Maybe they were just tired or drugged? Y/N didn’t what they were talking about.” Kono interjected, bringing the video back up again. “Maybe if we could just listen to it again, the way Y/N said it, was...weird. Maybe it’s a clue?” Kono replays the video and pauses just after you’d said it. The team were silent for a while, thinking.

“It’s the beach. It’s the beach downtown. O’Ahu beach, we had a case there 2 years ago, remember?” Chin stood up abruptly and grabbed Kono’s laptop and brought up a picture.

“Yes. Yes. That’s it Chin! They’re there That’s where Y/N is! It has to be.” Steve stood up and went to walk out the door until Lou grabbed his hand.

“It’s great news that we’ve narrowed down the area buddy, but O’Ahu is huge. Wo Fat could be anywhere there. We need to do some more digging.” He said glumly, looking at Steve sympathetically. Steve stayed still for a second, hand on his chin and his eyes closed. He stayed like that for a moment.

“Kono, play the video again.” Steve said suddenly, sitting next to her. She pulled the laptop back from Chin and played the video.

“Pause, there. Look, the camera titled slightly when Wo Fat...kicked Y/N and look, you can see a radiator.” Steve pointed at the video and everyone looked confusedly at him.

“A radiator? We’re going off a radiator? No offence Steve but everyone in Hawaii has a radiator, that doesn’t really narrow it down.” Danny told him, looking at everyone else for agreement.

“No, no Danny. Don’t you remember that serial killer case a few years ago who used to record his victims and send it to the families? We got him by identifying the radiator in the far corner of the video. If we can get the make and model of that one in the video, then we’ll be able narrow down the search significantly.” Steve said frantically, already bringing his phone out to call someone about identifying the radiator.

“Steve. You’re brilliant.” Jerry beamed, completely in awe of his boss.

Steve smiled at the thought of finally getting his Y/N back.