Rest in Peace, Patrick Murphy

Disclaimer: I own neither of these shows, but I still have strong feelings regarding the end of Season 3 of Republic of Doyle especially when the SPOILER SPOILERed and then SPOILER got SPOILER.
A/N: Mei2 passed on the idea of getting these two shows together/helped get it off the ground and this has been in the works for awhile. This is set in season 3 of Republic of Doyle (so, spoiler alert, but it shouldn't ruin the episodes) and no particular part of Hawaii 5-0. I'm trying to marry two shows, so you might find some over-explaining. If you've ended up here because you're a Hawaii 5-0 fan and never heard of Republic of Doyle, go find it! You have lots of time while everything's on hiatus for the summer and there's four seasons of Newfie awesomeness just waiting for you.

Patrick Murphy is Dead

Danny felt like he had spent a week on planes.

The journey had started when his daughter Grace and his partner Steve had dropped him off at the airport in Honolulu. He had waved as they drove off and smiled when Steve hit the police lights on his truck to get Grace back home in time for breakfast. He dodged vacationers as he made his way to the counter. The attendant was cheery and he made his way through security quickly. So far it was going well. He found a spot to sit and pulled out his reading material he'd brought along, only to find that Steve had tucked his latest issue of Guns & Ammo in his bag. He snorted...and then read it anyway. It may be helpful to try to understand the psyche of his psychotic partner.

At LAX it was impossible to walk in a straight line from point A to point B. There were photographers hanging around in little clumps at what seemed like every turn in the lobby. One group jumped out in front of him and started snapping pictures and belting out questions. He only caught snatches, "isn't that the guy from that movie...no...taller...taller on screen...maybe...the blonde haircut looks so familiar..." He employed some duck and dodging learned from chasing suspects with Steve and got out of there.

His next stop was Pearson in Toronto, where he switched planes again. The last leg of his journey dropped him in St. John's, Newfoundland. Finally, a small airport with a reasonable amount of people. He could work with this. Claiming his baggage was slow as his bags were some of the first on the plane. He watched the carousel as swung around with bags of many colours. Finally his swung around and he snatched it off.

He walked out to the front of the airport and scanned the area for a taxi. His eye caught on a very un-taxi-like car. He considered pretending to ignore it, to just grab a taxi driven by a person he'd never met. But then he realized where he was, and that unlike people everywhere else, a simple taxi ride, or question for that matter, is never simple. He might as well hitch a ride. Besides, it wasn't a big lot and it would be obvious that he saw the car.

He heaved a sigh, hoisted his bag, and loped over to the Pontiac GTO and the brunette leaning against the hood with his arms crossed and a perma-smirk.

"Hey Jake."

"Danny-boy."

He'd been in this province for less than half-an-hour and he'd already rolled his eyes. This was going to be a long stay. "Cut it out and pop the trunk on your baby blue hunk of junk you call a car."

Jake made a face and poked at Danny's shoulder. "I told you the last time, it's a grey-blue. And it's not a hunk of junk, I've put work into it and the tail pipe will not fall off again."

"I hope you were fined by the town for the mess you made."

Jake cocked his head and smiled, "They're used to me and Dad. I pay them back by solving their cases."

Danny rolled his eyes, again. "Hood still their best detective?"

At that Jake froze for a moment. He was clearly debating what to say and Danny made a mental note to get the history from Jake's dad Mal. "No...There's a new sergeant named Leslie Bennett."

"She good?"

"The best we've ever had."

Luggage stowed, they climbed in the car and made the short drive to Mal's house. Everything was a short drive in St. John's when it's compared to the cities that Danny had lived in over the course of his life. It was nice to take a drive without honking. They talked about nothing in particular, Jake pointed out a series of new buildings and things that had changed since Danny's last visit. They pulled up to the sidewalk in front of the house and unloaded Danny's bag.

Screeching and banging noises filtered out through the open window and Danny looked to Jake for an explanation. Jake shook his head and pointed for him to go in.

"Well. This is much nicer than the last time I was here." Danny took in the fresh paint and comfortable furniture. "So much better than the dorm-room chic."

Jake shrugged. "After Mom died and Kathleen moved out west it was just us men."

A woman with red hair and a glass of wine to match walked in the room. She was yelling in the general direction of the noise. "If you two don't knock it off I'm going to make you do Jake's laundry!"

"Eww!" came from above followed by "That's fine but I never found out if he prefers folding or rolling..." which was ended by a big 'oomph' of air being knocked out of lungs.

Jake grinned at the sighing woman. "Rose, this is Danny. Danny, this is Dad's wife."

Danny eyes cut from Jake to Rose. "You and Mal? Congratulations. I'm glad to hear it." A thundering of feet coming down the staircase drowned out his next words. Two people rounded the corner into the living room and Rose grabbed a short girl with dark hair and a pout while Jake grabbed the taller brunette boy with a nervous twitch in a move that they had obviously practiced.

Jake held on to his and pointed at Rose's. "That there is Tinny, Kathleen's daughter and therefore my niece. She was with her mom when you were last here. This is Des. How he ended up here is too long a tale and it gives me a headache." Des reached around Jake and stuck his hand out for Danny to shake.

"You'll be bunking with me if you still want to stay here. I assume you're still welcome because Jake's dropped you off here. This kind of thing happens here all the time. People come over, they stay for a visit and then they stay here full time. At least that's what happened to me. I assume you're here for the funeral?" Des's voice began to rise near the end of the explosion of words as Jake's hand tightened on his shoulder. Des stopped talking and Jake released his hand.

Tinny stood with her arms crossed and jerked her chin and Danny. "Who're you?"

Danny, keeping a wary eye on Jake and Des, answered "I'm Danny Williams. Patrick Murphy was my great-uncle. We used to come up here from Jersey as a family for summer vacations to visit relatives. We would stay with him."

Jake finally released Des and finished explaining the connection. "Patrick Murphy was Mom's Dad, my grandpa." He pointed at Danny, "our dads were cousins and we're a year apart so we...had some fun during those visits."

"So you're from Jersey?" Rose asked.

"Originally. Now I'm a cop in" Danny grimaced "Hawaii."

A sigh came from Rose's corner of their little group. She picked up her glass of wine that she had stowed during the stampede from above. "A well-known vacation area. Not that I would ever know thanks to Mal's stubbornness."

Tinny laughed, "Do you remember what happened the last time you went on vacation? They made Jake a police officer, he caused problems all over the city and he hung a..." The sentence was left unfinished thanks to a piercing stare originating from Jake.

Danny harrumphed. "It's not much of a vacation with my insane partner...wait, you were on the force again?"

Jake glared at Tinny and jerked his head at them. Des took the hint and gathered up Danny's suitcase.

"Would you like me to hang up anything? Did you bring clothes that should be pressed, because I am quite the ironer if I do say so." His pale complexion went a bit whiter at Jake's growl. He spun and ran up the stairs with the luggage in his arms. Tinny headed towards the kitchen and Rose followed her sipping at her glass.

Danny clapped his hands together and sent a closed-mouth grin at his second-cousin. "That was educational. Tell me, how is the private investigating? Or do you spend most of your time wrangling your ever-expanding family?"

Jake pointed a finger in Danny's face. "Shut it. Go get in the car. I've got a surprise."

"I hope there's no more family...of the child variety." Danny threw over his shoulder as he hurried out of arm's reach. That earned him a glare from Jake, but he just laughed it off.

Danny followed Jake into the Duke and smiled at the familiar tables and bar. They'd spent some time in here growing up.

Jake reached behind the bar and pulled out a bottle. He tossed two glasses to Danny who followed along behind. Jake nodded at Christian, waited for the buzzer to sound and then bounced off the door. Christian gave Jake one of his lopsided smiles and Jake returned it with a glare. The buzzer sounded again and this time the two made it through the doorway.

The staircase wound up and up, but Jake kept going until he reached the door at the top. He muscled it open and jerked his head to get Danny to follow him out onto the roof.

"So you own that place now?" Danny rearranged the glasses in his hands so Jake could pour.

"Yes b'y. Me and Christian bought it, but it was Christian's boneheaded idea. We try not to talk about it now, it's all in the past except for the loan payments."

"You and your brother bought a bar. Together. Who was dumb enough to finance this?"

"I said I don't talk about it. Besides, last I heard the guy moved to Toronto." Jake took a drink out of the glass and leaned his arms on the wall around the roof and stared out at the city.

Danny followed suit and looked at the collage of colours. It seemed that no Newfoundlander could have the same colour house as their neighbour. The resulting effect resembled a crayon box leaning up against green hills and a brilliant sea. He noted the newer parts of town and the old roads that they had raced down in the broken down cars they boosted out of the wrecking yard.

"We raised some sort of hell, didn't we." Jake laughed and raised his glass to the city.

"It's where I learned to drive defensively and offensively at the same time." Danny stared down into his glass. "I'd be lying if I said it never came in handy."

"Remember when we tied Al to the hood of the car and carted him around for a while?" Jake laughed at the memory. "That was stupid."

Danny tensed, coughed and took a quick drink.

Jake knew him well enough to catch his old tell. "Who'd you strap to a car?" His tone took on a teasing quality.

"My family was involved. He deserved it."

"Did it work?"

"Yep. Unfortunately Steve, my partner who also happens to be a SEAL, decided that it gave him the right to pull some stunts."

"Like..."

Danny sighed and dragged a hand down his face. "Dropping a guy in a shark cage."

"A what?"

"It's for the tourists to swim in. It's a cage in an area of the sea where sharks gather. Nothing life-threatening, just some small ones that would rather eat fish. The guy was a mainlander so he didn't know the difference."

Jake pondered that. "We can't do that here, nobody here swims in the ocean, too cold."

Danny took a deep breath and stood up straight, "I would like to know what and where you hung something while the cops let you wear a badge again."

Jake groaned. "For the record, the only reason that...guy...gave me my old job back was to set me up to take the fall later on. I never really wanted to be a cop again, but, Dad and Rose left on a vacation and being a PI was getting rough."

"Don't avoid the question."

A sigh this time. "I hung a guy off of a roof."

"Steve did that, on a hotel."

"Did Steve drop him?"

That pulled Danny up short. "Uh...no, it was a tall building, he could've died. Wait, you dropped yours?!"

"Into a bin...broke his leg."

"Huh."

Jake paused. "Later I broke it again when I hit it with a tire iron."

"Really?"

"And may have shot him in his good leg. That one was kind of his fault."

"Uh..."

"The next time we met he may have gotten injured again."

Danny stared in disbelief.

"Poor Jimmy. Wolf thought it was funny, though."

"I don't even know what you're talking about any more."

Jake grinned at Danny. "You had to see it."

"I'm rethinking bringing Grace here to meet the family." Danny frowned. "As in never going to happen."

Jake nodded. "Probably for the best. We should get ready for the wake."

A/N: You can watch the saga of poor Jimmy in the season 3 premiere along with a very famous face and ask the same question everyone else did: Wait...is that Russell Crowe? How is he on Doyle? You can find the answers to these questions and more by searching "CBC LIVE: Russell Crowe on the Set of Republic of Doyle - UPDATED" on youtube. Wow, that sounded like an ad, but it was better than 'Watch Jimmy get trown off'a roof'.