Hawaii Prime-O

The Trip.

June had known that there was odd about that motorcycle when he brought it home that day, and now she understood what it was.

The motorcycle, wasn't a motorcycle at all, it was an alien (to put it bluntly) and quite frankly, she wasn't surprised.

June sat at the kitchen table this morning with a hot cup of coffee, sipping it ever so gradually, still thinking about what she had learned of her son's "Science Fiction Club" just a few days ago.

It didn't matter how impossible it seemed, it was still very much so true.

"Jack, are you almost ready?" The single mother hollered to her son.

"Almost, I gotta get one more thinnnnng, ah-ha here we go!" she heard her son exclaim.

She turned around just in time to see her son stumble out of the hallway with two bags: one with several changes of cloths, the other with bathing supplies.

"Got everything?" She asked with a smile.

"Probably too much, but yeah!" he said, mirroring her smile.

"Good, plane leaves in an hour, we will have some fun in the sun when we get there." She said, looking forward to spending time with her secret ridden son.

"Alright, I'll tell Arcee that we'll call if we need help." As he went to the garage where the Crown Victoria and autobot resided.

She watch her son take the two bags to the car, she couldn't help but smile at the young man she has raised, if only his father was here to see it.

McGarret Residence

On the night stand sat a phone that if could talk, would tell stories that not many people would believe.

The said phone rang, disturbing the slumbering occupant of the bed it sat beside.

Lieutenant Commander Steven Jamison McGarret is the leader of some of the finest cops of Honolulu PD, a task force separate and apart from the bulk of the department, Named Five-0. Whom, regardless of Time of Day, is always on call.

And this morning was no different.

The commander rolled over to the night stand and pick up the smart phone.

"McGarret?" He answered. The voice on the other line told him they had a case, and they needed to meet at the HQ.

"Alright, Be there in a few."

Steve was a Navy Seal, so waking up like this was no problem to him.

The problem: was keeping up his energy.

Coffee was his best friend when it came to long shift's, and something was telling him, that's exactly what it was going to be.

The Leader of the task force rolled over to the other side of his bed and stood into a tall stretch, joints and muscle fibers popping and relaxing,

Steve than went over to his closet, from there he found a pair of gray cargo pants, and a simple T-shirt.

After he was dressed he crossed the room back to his night stand, where he kept his badge, gun, spare magazines for the said gun, flash light, and cell phone.

He connected the flash light to the tactical rail on base of the barrel, he then holstered it and slid it into the place on his belt he generally kept it.

A few moments later everything was in place, he picked up the keys to his truck, locked the door and headed for his 2010 Silverado.

The way to work was always a part of the day that was always refreshing, diving with the window down, letting the moist Hawaiian air feel up his senses, he could this all day, however, nothing he could ever do, would ever prepare him for the roller costar ride of a day, he fixing to go through.

I have loved Hawaii Five-0 the reboot so much, that it saddens me to know how much I have missed of whatever season we are on now, if someone could let me know in the comments, that would be great.

But I got this idea from an episode I did see, a serial killer is going after people with dark secrets, and in Jack's case, government secrets.

But any way, thank you guy's so much for reading this chapter, if you liked it, Fav, follow and comment, and I will see y'all later.