Hello Hawaii 5-0 fans! I had this idea running around in my head for some of the other shows I write fics for, but I kept coming back to Hawaii 5-0 because I think it fits the best. So, I must admit that I am not an expert on Hawaii and will probably make some errors with the culture. But if you can look past that, I hope you enjoy this fic...

Chapter One - Undercover

Just inside the entrance to the club, Detective Danny Williams scanned the room as he searched for a familiar face. The establishment was certainly not lacking in what some would call "entertainment": a dozen or so female strippers danced seductively around poles to the beat of heavy rap music as strobe lights flashed overhead, alternately providing the room with light before plunging it into darkness and then brightening it again. Just as the detective thought he was about to have a seizure from the on-again, off-again illuminations, he found what he was looking for.

Recognizing his mark as he stood with thugs on either side of an occupied semi-circular booth in the back right-hand corner of the strip club, Danny strode casually toward him.

"Good evening," Danny said as he reached them.

The Polynesian-skinned, bleached blond, designer-suited Hawaiian nodded back in reply, barely acknowledging the other man's approach.

"I've been told that you and I have a mutual friend," Danny finally said quietly, smirking lightly at the nonchalant attitude. "And might be able to help each other out."

"Who?"

"TJ Carlton."

Without skipping a beat, Kai Akino, newly minted head of the Wilson Crips gang, slid over to his right wordlessly, making room for Danny to slip into the middle of the booth. The two beefy bodyguards eyed the newcomer suspiciously and Danny flashed them his patented smirk but wasted no time in getting straight to the point.

"It was promised at my last meeting with Carlton that the sample I am looking to purchase from you would be delivered last week." Leaning back and draping a relaxed arm over the back of the booth, Danny added calmly, "I never received it. Why?"

Having begun to sweat slightly, Akino tugged at the collar of his silk shirt while fiddling with his napkin nervously, almost hysterically, as he attempted to change the subject.

"How about a drink? Or a girl?" The young man asked, snapping his fingers brusquely. "Diamond!" Then, to Danny, "She's my personal favorite – new haole girl, but best in the house. She's got the reddest hair any of us natives have ever seen. And when she moves, boy…"

He let out a long, low whistle as there was suddenly a flash of long shapely legs and a stunning redhead flipped acrobatically up onto the table's surface - causing the napkin dispenser and salt-and-pepper shakers to clink loudly - landing on her toes so that her heels wouldn't break off. Giggling perkily, she jumped backwards, off the table, to land on the floor on the balls of her feet and rested her heels on the ground. At five-foot-five, she was deemed "short" by average standards, but with piercing green eyes and long red hair, she was certainly a beauty. Her skimpy outfit showed off her petite frame and peaches 'n cream skin - and a lot of skin at that. Each of the girls, many of who doubled as waitresses and barmaids, were required to dress up in their own unique costume - an angel perhaps, or maybe even a she-devil - that generally tended to reflect each damsel's unparalleled personality. This was especially true for Diamond: her slim bikini (if one could even call it that) was silver and white and patterned over with glistening diamond patches. She also wore diamond studded sandals with six-inch stiletto heels…to make up for her aforementioned slight stature.

"Gentlemen, meet my newest jewel," Akino said almost proudly as he smiled up at her while she proudly performed a slight pirouette-like twirl on her toes and her face contorted into a grin so wide it was almost psychotic. Danny could tell that this woman loved showing off her curvaceous, sleek and youthful body, adoring the endless attention she lovingly received from the men who came here to seek pleasure.

"Three glasses of our finest Bordeaux, please." Akino winked at her.

"Comin' right up!" Diamond said before she flipped away.

"Well, she was certainly. . .energetic," Danny said finally, enjoying the view from behind as she left the table. He then seemed to recover himself as he asked, "Where are my shipments?"

"Butch was supposed to tell you to come back for 'em next week."

Danny knew that "Butch" was the guy that he and his partner, Commander Steve McGarrett, had found neatly murdered the night before, but he simply said, "The door man has been. . .disposed of ."

"Oh," Akino said this in an offhand sort of way, as if the man's death didn't bother him in the slightest. "Well, in that case, just come back here next week and they'll be ready for you, like I said."

Danny sighed impatiently, the blinding force of his icy blue gaze boring into the pretentious Hawaiian. "I am more than. . .aware that you do not necessarily find my presence here to be intimidating, Mr. Akino -"

"Took you long enough to figure that out," Kai interrupted rudely. "Huh, I guess you're not as smart as you look, pretty boy."

Before Danny could respond, Diamond sailed over with their drinks.

"Anything else I can getcha?" she asked, cocking her hips to the side sensually, her eyes never leaving Danny.

"That will be all, Diamond, thank you," her boss said gratefully, and expected his favorite girl to sweep away again gracefully.

"Actually," the redhead said with a smile, "it won't be."

In a single, fluid motion, the stripper whipped a gun smoothly from behind her…where she might have been hiding it in her skimpy outfit was a puzzle to Danny…and aimed it almost gracefully into the chest of Kai Akino. Before anyone else could move, a group of men who had previously been sitting at the bar were suddenly swarming the table as calls of "Chicago PD….put your weapons down and your hands up." filled the room.

Danny reacted quickly to this sudden turn of events, but not as quickly as "Diamond." Before he could head for the door in the chaos, the petite redhead had him up out of his seat, his arms wrestled behind his back, and was slapping the handcuffs around his wrists.

"Wait," Danny cried as she began maneuvering him out of the strip club, her stiletto heels clicking on the tile floor, "this isn't what it looks like. I'm…"

"Doing business with a cop killer," the dancer hissed fiercely into his ear, shoving him through the nearest exit. "You should be more careful about the kind of guy you're buying your drugs from. Now shut up."

"Chin!" Danny called, seeing his undercover partner being manhandled by another cop outside the club. "Tell them this is a mistake! Tell them…"

"I told you to shut up!" the sexy woman demanded, her green eyes flashing as she shoved him up against the car.

"Where's Steve?" Danny asked Chin, who simply shrugged in response and tried to motion for Danny to be quiet. As he realized that Chin was simply content to be taken down to the police station and straighten things out there, the New Jersey detective decided that he was not going to go that quietly and shouted, "Listen, you got this all wrong! I work for the governor."

"Who the hell is this guy?" another cop on the scene inquired over the sounds of Danny's protests.

"Some drug buyer…"

"I am not!" Danny protested, looking over at Chin, "We're not! Call the governor…"

"Yeah, I'll do that." The redhead shot back, beginning to pat Danny down for weapons, "Just as soon as I get off the phone with my boss…the Queen."

"I know this looks bad," Danny conceded as the beautiful police officer kneeled down to continue the pat down, "But we work for Hawaii 5-0. We report to the governor of Hawaii. We were on an undercover assignment having to do with the drugs that the Wilson Crips gang is moving…Hey! Watch the hands!"

Finished with the pat down, the female cop stood up and gave both Danny and Chin the once over before she commanded, "Get in the car. We're taking you down to HPD headquarters and we can sort it out there."