A/N: This story is my first venture into the world of writing. Now I've caught the writing bug, this could be the first of many. This first chapter is short, but trust me they do get longer.

Thanks: TheDogo, I wrote this because of you. Yes it's all your thought, but I'm so happy you encouraged me to write. I've loved every minute of it, so thank you. A massive thank you to Phoebe Miller, my beta reader. You're fantastic, thank you so much for all your help.

Disclaimer: I do not own Hawaii Five-0 or any of the characters.

Hiding In Plain Sight.

Chapter One.

The sound waves reverberated through his body, his hands held to his ears in a desperate attempt to lesson the physical pain, which now ferociously attacked all his senses. Tears running unabated down his cheeks, his nostrils and throat were burning from the caustic smoke. Squeezing his eyes together with all the strength he could muster, he longed for the noise to stop. After what seemed like forever, he got his wish. Silence gave way to the dull murmur of voices. Seconds later he felt a hand on his shoulder. Startled he looked up through blurred, tear filled vision. He could just make out the face of the attractive young woman he had been introduced to the previous night. Taking hold of her outstretched hand, he let her hoist him to his feet and felt himself hastily ushered towards the back of the building.

He was unceremoniously pushed into a small office. The young woman removed a gas mask and earplugs, throwing them onto a wooden table that sat in the middle of the room. Other than the table, there was a dirty old fridge, a sink, a few wall cupboards, and a couch.

Grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge she passed it to him. "Here drink some water. I'll get a damp cloth for your eyes."

He slumped down onto the worn black leather couch. Gulping down the water, desperately trying to soothe his painful throat. He then held the cold bottle against his forehead to ease his pounding head.

"Jason... that's your name... right?" She handed him a damp cloth.

He stared blankly at her, as if searching for the correct answer. "Yes... Jason... and you're Jodie. We met last night. You didn't look so good."

Standing near the door, Jodie continued to watch him. "You don't look too good yourself. I don't know what went on out there and I'm not sure I want to know. But there's one thing I'm certain of, Ronan won't be happy. You should go, before he comes looking for you."

Closing his eyes he swallowed convulsively, fighting the urge to vomit. Stubbornly he answered. "Good, he invited me to take a look at the car, so that's what I'm going to do. I'm not going to let some wannabe thug put me off."

"That wannabe thug is his little brother and that temper runs in the family. The mood swing you saw last night is just the tip of the iceberg. Trust me when I say he's bad news. Scratch that - they're both bad news."

"If that's the case, why do you stick around?"

"Let's just say it's complicated, and leave it at that. Now Jason, please go. There's a door at the end of the corridor, it leads out onto the back parking lot." Jodie snatched the cloth from him and opened the door. "Please, I shouldn't have even helped you. Now go."

Jason was about to protest, when he heard someone yelling from just outside. "Get out now, all of you." The door flew open, slamming against the wall with a loud bang. They both froze. Ronan Cleary stood in the doorway, visibly vibrating with rage.

"I trusted you. Loved you. How could you betray me like this?" He practically spat the words at her.

"I... I was just helping him... there's nothing going on." With a shaky voice she tried to placate him, holding her hands out towards him.

"She's telling you the truth, I was just leaving." The last thing he wanted was to get involved in a lover's tiff. Things had already gone sideways, and he really needed to get out of there.

Ronan entered the room, smacking her hands away.

"Ronan please, you've got to believe me." She sobbed. "Don't hurt him... I'm begging you."

"Oh trust me babe, he's not the one who's going to get hurt. Not just yet anyway. But you... you are just priceless, a real piece of work." Ronan closed the space between Jodie and himself. Now nose-to-nose he enunciated every word slowly. "Special. Agent. Angela. Stevens. FBI."

~to be continued~