Hawaii 5 O Steve Mcgarrett の小説・ストーリー

"Thank you dad." "I'm not doing this for you dummy, I like Breanna for you." *********** Steve barged into his room yet again for the hundredth time. The entire team were having a stake-out in his house, invading all the privacy he had. He couldn't complain, they were the real officers and have been doing this the for a long time, they could track down anybody. All he had to do was sit pretty and wait for Don and his men to contact. "Why the fuck you shouting in the middle of the night like you found Eureka?!." Maxwell growled at the sudden intrusion.

“I almost forgot to introduce myself. I’m Sherriff Gustav Bernard, from the Sapphire Mountain PD.” That was all Steven needed to know as all the fight left his body and he looked up at Gustav in horror. “Now, be a good boy and pack your stuff, will you? I don’t think this hospital will be needing your services anymore.” “P-please…” Steven managed to stutter out. “Oh? What was that?” Gustav pretended to have difficulty hearing as he placed his hand on his earlobe. “You want me to make this video viral on social media?” Steven Hallow didn’t need any more invitation. Scrambling on all fours, he all but crawled away from us before getting up on his feet and running for his dear life.

“The question is whether you survive it with your job, or with a subpoena in your mailbox.” Mara flinched slightly at the word subpoena. Steve swallowed. “He got a call.” “A call from who?” I pressed. Steve shook his head. “Blocked number.” “Okay,” I said. “What did the caller say?” Steve’s voice went smaller. “They said… keep it simple. Don’t talk about Owen. Don’t talk about the reroutes. Just say he was normal. Just say he’s… on leave.” My stomach went cold. “Who told you that?” I asked again, slower.

They even threw in a bit about the Night Stalker murders that happened out in California this spring for good measure. “Quite a hatchet job, huh?” I looked up to see Steve Harrison’s face beaming at me over my shoulder. Harrison was the station manager at KMCD and their news editor. He was a small guy with a big personality. A little north of fifty with a warm smile and bright eyes behind thick glasses. He’d talk your ear off if you let him, always has a funny story or a prediction about the Hawkeyes. Guys at the station all loved him and fed him tips whether they meant to or not. Looked pretty harmless, and he was generally a decent guy, but he had a real knack for worming a story out of yo

I asked him in a flabbergasted manner " Alpha pack! Any problem" Steve said with more and more boldness in his voice " Not good," I said in a depressed tune " Who's your pack leader ?" I asked keeping myself in suspense " Simon and he stays in California" he responded dropping the bag he carried around on the ground ( bare floor) " What pack are you in?" Steve said pointing towards me who looked depressed " Omega" I responded with a was voice " Same," Lovie said " Nice" Steve responded with his usual smile

Steve said, then chuckling evilly, making Claire turn red in embarrassment. “That’s enough! Officers, do your duty!” Blake shouted, slamming his hand on the hardwood table, leaving an embedded hand print, the loud bang startling the officers back to their senses as they were listening to them. “Sir, you are under suspicion of hiring with the intent of doing murder. You have the right to remain silent….” One officer came, paced Steve’s hands behind his back, cuffed him, and began giving him his Miranda rights. “No matter what you do, Blake, you will always know I was the first man she ever fucked and she loved it. It was the best time she ever had, and it was not with you, her husband.” Steve

He reaches where we are standing soon. His face is familiar and I think I must have seen him before but I do not remember until he opens his mouth to speak. Then, recognition came. He's Steve's guy. He was there until the day Debby was first arrested. "Captain,“ he called with reverence in his tone. “We cross-checked. We could not find anything. There were no fingerprints left. Everything on that island was burned to ash. “Nothing at all? Not even a strand of hair?” Steve said, his hand moving to rest on his waist. I can see he's tired and I bet he'd be willing to pop two bullets into this guy's head once he catches him.

The driver started the engine and pulled away, heading toward one of my penthouses in Hawaii. “Make some research about the guy,” I ordered, biting my lip so hard I could almost taste blood. “I want to know who he is and what he does for a living.” Steve let out a small sigh. “I already did that,” he said, tapping on his iPad. “But I couldn’t find any records about him. I got his full name from the residency records.” He turned the screen toward me. “There’s no Matthew Woods that looks like him.” He tapped again, pulling up another file.

Mr Montero was still outside after seeing Lewis drive off, suddenly a new car drove into his yard, He wondered who it was but as the car neared, he noticed it was Steve's car, "What is he doing here?" He asked himself, A police car followed after Steve's car, Steve and about three police officers walked out of their cars and walked towards him "Steve, what's this?" Mr Montero asked confused "Mr Montero you are under arrest for the attempted murder of Mr Steven Dante and Mrs Daisy Dante, anything you say or do will be used against you in the court of law, you have a right to an attorney..." The police officer had began to say

cheesy lines. Maggie went along, politely explaining how she'd grown up in Huntsville and they might've gone to school together. That shit shouldn't have annoyed me so much, but it fucking did, especially after he took a closer look at his paperwork and read her name out loud. As if it suddenly dawned on him, yep, he did know her from way back. "Holy shit! How've you been? I know you remember me," he said with a big stupid smirk. "Steve. Steven "Smackdat" McKenzie."