This is one of my contributions to the 2014 Secret Santa Rysposito Fic Exhange!

This isn't all of it, only the first chapter and I will be updating weekly, but here's enough to start off with (It's over the 1k word minimum)

"All money is donated directly to our troops, ma'am, it's a great cause." Javier Esposito smiled innocently at the old woman that opened the door.

She smiled and opened her door wider, and said proudly, "My baby boy is fighting for our country now."

Javier smiled again, jackpot, "Just another reason to donate." He extended his hand that was holding the small can filled with a few bills and coins.

"Oh, of course, dearie." She grabbed her purse from somewhere behind the door and pulled out a crisp twenty dollar bill to stick in his can.

"Didn't you say your son was fighting, ma'am?" Javier questioned eyeing the twenty.

"Yes, he is." She smiled again not sensing anything wrong with his behavior.

"So, tell me, would you rather him have only twenty or maybe just a little more, hmm?" Javier nodded his head towards the other bill in her wallet.

She hesitantly slipped the twenty back in and took out a fifty, "You're right, those brave souls need this more than me." She dropped the fifty into the can and softly smiled.

"Uncle Sam would be proud." Javier nodded his head with a bid goodbye and turned around to walk away. He was too busy counting the day's earnings to hear the old woman calling out to him,

"God bless you, and have a wonderful day!" Javier simply just waved her off.

He lied to the woman, the United State's military wasn't getting 100% of the money, in fact they weren't getting a penny of it. Javier earned this money by himself and there was no way in Hell he was just giving it away.

What con artist gives away their hard earned money?

He hopped into his car, ready to head home 350 dollars richer when his phone started to ring. He rolled his eyes, recognizing the familiar tune and answered it. "Hey, Becks."

Her sing song voice came back right away, "Who's the best friend in the whole entire world?"

Javier rolled his eyes as he continued to drive towards his house, "What did you do?"

"Hey," Beckett responded in a defensive tone, "It's not like I did something wrong or for myself. You'll be worshipping the ground I walk on once I tell you the news I found out."

Javier laughed, "And what would that be?" He was just getting onto the street his house was on.

"Well, I heard from someone else that has ears overseas that some special guests are visiting a little island known as Hawaii." Javier could practically see her smirking over the phone. He pulled into his spacious driveway as he asked who was coming, "Don't beat around the bushes, you know I hate that shit."

"Okay, okay. Well, it just so happens that tomorrow multiple private jets will be landing with none other than European Diplomats inside. I'm sure they'll be looking for a wonderful tour guide to show them around, maybe gain a little trust through out their visit."

Javier froze in place, half of his body was still inside the car as he sputtered, "Do you have any idea how much that would pay? That could feed me for months and give me some money to live a little."

"That's why I let you know about the job, you haven't had a real job in months. Figured all you need is a little shove and you'll be back into the swing of things in no time." She wasn't wrong; he hasn't been able to get a job worth his time lately. There's only so many you can con on an island.

"I am definitely on this, tell your boys I got this." He quickly entered his house to make sure he could have a conversation without needing to worry about being eavesdropped on. "Got any tips, weak spots?"

"Of course," She replied simply and Javier took this as his cue to grab a pen and his pad of paper to get all the information down. "The Irish Diplomat has a son, absolutely gorgeous, and smart, but not too street smart. He's the perfect target; it'll be like taking candy from a baby."

Javier's pen hovered over his paper, "How can I find him?"

"His name's Kevin Ryan."

Kevin smiled in awe as he looked out the window to their private jet, his vision filled with oceans, islands and even a volcano here or there he could just make out. Hawaii was so much different than Ireland; when they took off yesterday and he looked down on Ireland all he could see was green, but now it was mostly blue.

"Kevin," His father barked from his seat, "Sit down and behave like an adult. I don't want you embarrassing me during this trip, do you hear me?" His thick Irish accent only made his words harsher.

Kevin slowly eased off his knees and lowered himself from the window, "Yes, Da." He turned his head towards the aisle so he wasn't tempted to go back to excitedly gazing out below.

"If I have to hear from Maurice again about your childish behavior, there will be consequences." He warned, looking up from his paper just to catch his son's eye before turning his head down again.

"That's not fair, Father," Kevin narrowed his eyes at the side of his father's turned head, "Maurice's son never told me that was frowned upon in his country. How was I supposed to know? I bet when he told his father, he didn't tell him it was his idea."

"Maybe if you stopped wasting your time on all those useless things you like to learn about and pay attention to the important things in life, you wouldn't be such an ignorant idiot." His father's tone was cold, so Kevin decided to bite back his retort and drop the conversation.

Kevin knew he was no idiot, he was possibly more intelligent than his father. He enjoyed the gift of learning and having knowledge coursing through his brain and none of it was useless. Unfortunately, Kevin's father didn't share the same opinion on Kevin's interest and anything that didn't have to do with him as a Diplomat, he found a waste of time.

Kevin took one last look at his father's unforgiving face before turning back to the window; the ocean didn't seem as blue anymore.

An hour later, their jet was landing in Hilo International Airport. As Kevin walked down the steps out of the plane, the first thing he noticed was how much hotter it was in Hawaii. His jeans and button down shirt were starting to make him sweat already. He pulled on his suitcase behind him and kept moving to allow his father and his body guards to exit the plane.

He stood at the foot of the steps and waited for his father to approach him. Once he did, Kevin played with the hem of his sweater and hesitantly asked, "Da, do you mind if I walk around the city for a while before I head back to the hotel?"

His father looked him over with pursed lips before nodding slowly, "Stay out of trouble, son, I will be busy all week with the conference. You're always welcome to join if you'll behave." He offered earnestly with a much softer look than before.

Kevin gave his father a small smile before declining, "I'd much rather explore the island, but thank you." With that, Kevin handed one of the guards his suitcase to carry back to the hotel with them. He stood still in that spot until the car his father entered disappeared down the road. Finally, he breathed a sigh of relief, Ihe could be himself without having to worry about his father's disapproving looks he got every time he voiced his interests. He walked to the street and took a look around trying to pick a good place to start exploring when a sudden voice interrupted his thoughts.

"Not from around here, huh?"

Kevin turned around to see a man wearing short sleeves, sandals and a smirk and blushed, "How'd you guess?" Was it his clothing, his paler skin, his accent?

The man just laughed, "The name's Kale, and for the low price of only $500, I could give you a full your around the city."

Kevin furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, "That seems a bit...expensive." He may have not been fully educated in the American economic system, but he was almost positive a tour shouldn't add up to that much.

"Well, here in America our dollars are worth less than your money. It's a bargain, trust me." The man smiled wrapping an arm around his shoulder, but Kevin wasn't going to fall for it.

"Thank you, but no thank you. I'll go around by myself, I'll be okay." Kevin smiled and shook the stranger's arm off his shoulder.

The man looked like he wanted to open his mouth to argue and convince him to hire him when another man came next to them and said, "That's bs, man, don't believe him. I'll show you around this island for free. Scram, Kale."

Kale growled, but complied and stomped away muttering under his breath that he almost had an easy 500 bucks. Kevin turned around to thank this new man for getting him out of that mess (he probably would have given in and took the expensive tour), but found himself temporarily speechless at how beautiful he was.

His skin was a soft milk chocolate and his eyes were unlike any shade of brown Kevin had ever seen before. His smile that adorned his face, could light up the dark brighter than any star. That's when Kevin knew he was falling- and fast.

The next morning, Javier pulled up in front of the Hilo International Airport a few minutes after two. Kate told him to be there on the hour exactly, but he was running a few minutes late and he hoped he didn't miss Kevin coming in. Kate did give him the name of the hotel that he was staying in, but this way was much easier, simpler, and quicker.

He stood next to his car, leaning against the hood watching as Irishman after Irishman walked out of the airport lot. Kate had only described him as gorgeous, how was he supposed to know which was the weak link son? He'd probably stay close to his dad, right?

Javier's attention was dragged away from the swarm of guards though when he noticed an amateur con artist trying to trick a young man into some obscene amount of money for something stupid, no doubt. And Javier would have just let the stranger get one pulled over his head because anyone stupid enough to fall for Kale's pathetic story it, but this wasn't just some stranger.

He was beautiful, his eyes put the Hawaii oceans to shame and the way his smile made the skin around his baby blues wrinkle ever so slightly was breathtaking.

He didn't know what to do about this Kevin Ryan kid so he decided to go and help out Mr. Gorgeous before he seriously got down to work for this job because he couldn't afford to blow one like this.

Javier walked over to the two and felt his knees go weak at the sound of the stranger speak with an Irish accent, but not a heavy one; soft but thick in all the right places. What did he say? How was Javier supposed to know? He was too busy infatuated with his voice.

Javier all but told Kale off and smirked as he walked away complaining about how Javier always tries to take every job for himself and this would have made his bank account happy. Whatever. This was one case that Javier knew he wouldn't be all over.

Blue eyes smiled with a soft sigh, "Thank you, I probably would have given in to him." I There was that accent again./I

Javier chuckled in irony, "That's usually what con artists want." Blue Eyes's eyebrows furrowed and he left out a quiet, "oh" so Javier decided to change the subject, "You here for this peace conference stuff?"

"Yeah," He said in an almost regretful tone, "Just for the week though unfortunately."

"What, don't like Ireland?" Javier leaned against the fence beside him.

Blue eyes looked up with a small smile, "Ireland's great, it's just that America is just as beautiful in its own ways. There's so much history and depth to your country that I cannot satisfy myself with only a week of exploration in one of the fifty states."

Javier loved how eager he was too learn whatever he could in the short amount of time he had, it was adorable. "There's always Wikipedia, and documentaries, and Snapple bottle caps that can teach you about America. You don't need to be here in person."

Blue eyes smiled with raised eyebrows, "It's not the same. Besides, I think I'd much rather take you up on that offer for a tour around town. That way, at least I know I'd get to see one amazing view this week." I Was he flirting? By the blush on his cheeks, he was pretty sure he was.

"Was that a flirtation? Because I can assure you, Blue Eyes, flattering will get you everywhere." Javier winked and Blue Eyes's blush only deepened at the pet name. Javier almost wished they never properly introduced each other so he could continue to call him 'Blue Eyes' and see if continued to blush each time.

"I'd hope not, Caesar let all the flattering get to his head and look how he ended up. Stabbed to death by conspirators and his best friend." Javier wasn't sure if he was being serious or making a joke, but Javier did know that it was one of the cutest things he's ever heard. He couldn't help but laugh slightly when he heard him add, "Well, according to Shakespeare, that is."

He turned his head up at the sound of Javier's laugh with a hesitant look that Javier took as Blue Eyes trying to figure out if he was laughing with him or at him, so Javier nudged his arm softly and said, "Cute and funny, now I can't say no to that tour."

Blue Eyes's relaxed smile came back when he figured out that Javier was indeed laughing with him. "Guess not."

Javier looked deep into his endless blue eyes and they held their stare for a moment or two before he extended his hand to him, "Javier Esposito, it's nice to meet you."

Blue Eyes immediately smiled back and shook his hand firmly, "Kevin Ryan, and the pleasure is all mine."

Javier's heart stopped because this wasn't what was supposed to happen. He wasn't supposed to fall for him like this; he was supposed to gain his trust, steal his money, break his heart and never speak to him again. And as much as Javier knew he shouldn't, that was exactly what he was going to do. Because at the end of the day, Kevin was just another person that would be back in Ireland hundreds of miles money in a week and forget Javier before his plane leaves the runway. That's just the way it had to be."