Title: Undone

Author: annaliese grace

Rated: T for themes.

Disclaimer: Shockingly enough, I don't own H50, the characters are theirs, the ideas are mine.

Summary: Kono's connection to a victim creates strain in her still new relationship with Steve.

AN1: THANK YOU to all that took the time to review Unseen. Undone is a sequel to Unseen, but now the "Un" stories will be a trilogy, there will be one more story after this. And the reason for that is I had this great idea to continue Unseen, sat down to write it and this came out…which was NOT the original great story idea. This one came from the idea that Steve would do anything for those around him, not out of malice of course but because he wants to understand, and sometimes just doesn't think it through.

Enjoy and please feel free to review…

Chapter One: Colors

Warm fingers gliding across her naked back along with even warmer lips pressed to her shoulder woke Kono from a deep sleep. Not opening her eyes she let out a quiet moan into the pillow she was face down in. The fingers danced down, grazing the skin just above her behind, then gliding back up her spine, pushing her hair out of the way as he moved across her shoulder and down her upper arm before tracing back the same way. As his hand pushed the sheet down so it pooled at her hips, his lips pressed to the skin of her back, moving down at a languorous pace. It was torture, but of the oh-so enjoyable kind.

When his lips found the dip at the base of her spine, above the swell of her behind, Kono arched her hips up while his fingers dug into the skin of her hips and she let out a sound that was more a whimper than anything. Yeah, it was an undignified and needy sound, but damn if she cared. The things this man could do to her body were mind blowing. Really it should be illegal.

Suddenly his touch was gone and just as she was about to pick up her head and look for him, a hand landed near her shoulder on the bed and she felt him hovering above her. An extremely loud crack of thunder startled them both and Kono laughed lightly until he nipped at her earlobe and she let out a moan of pleasure. His teeth and lips kissed and gently bit down the curve of her neck as Kono wiggled under him, antsy for more. But today Steve was clearly in no mood to get to the good stuff, he wanted to draw it out…which she approved of, wholeheartedly.

As it turned out it was poor planning on his part. Because when his cell phone went off as his hand was moving up her side, just brushing the underside of her breast Steve all but dropped onto her in frustration at being interrupted.

"Think we can ignore that?" he asked into the soft skin of her shoulder.

"Depends. If it's Danny…yes."

Grumbling, he rolled off and Kono watched with amusement as he swore under his breath several more times before picking up the phone with a terse "McGarrett". As he spoke she knew it was dispatch and Kono got out of bed, intentionally taking her time as she picked up clothes that had been scattered in haste the night before, dropping them into a corner chair she had appropriated for her stuff. Another rumble of thunder clapped overhead and she knew it would start pouring rain soon.

Kono could feel his eyes boring into her naked back as she stepped into the bathroom and washed up (thankfully she had showered the night before) and got dressed in fresh clothes that Kono had gotten in the habit of leaving at his place. It hadn't taken but one weekend call when they were supposed to be off duty and she was incredibly late to the scene because she'd had to drive home for appropriate clothes before she was leaving a spare set in one of his drawers.

As she buckled her belt he appeared behind her, kissing the top of her head.

"What is that, the third time in two weeks?"

She grinned. "That worked called us? Not that unusually really, I'd be concerned if they didn't call us."

"Hilarous, Kalakaua. You know what I meant."

She did, it was the third time in two weeks dispatch had called, interrupting them at an inopportune moment. Kono was pretty sure that was because since they started sleeping together nearly six months ago, they could barely keep their hands off each other. Their relationship burned hot, that was certain. Sometimes she wondered if maybe it was too hot and they were headed for an early burn out. Steve was intense at work and that didn't change away from Five-0, which she sometimes struggled to deal with. The man was never "off" unless he was sleeping and even then Kono wasn't convinced his dreams weren't tightly wound.

But at the same time he could be incredibly thoughtful and sweet and passionate.

Pulling her hair back into what she thought would come off as an intentionally messy ponytail instead of just messy messy; Kono turned and kissed him quickly on the lips.

"Got the address for me?"

He returned the kiss and held up a piece of paper which she swiftly nabbed as the rain started pounding on the roof in a loud and steady pattern. "Tell me its inside," she mumbled to herself and then looked at the address, disappointed when she realized it was a beach that was fairly secluded but popular with local surfers.

"Hey," he called out as she was halfway through the door. "Nana pono."

Kono stopped and smiled widely. "Na manawa apua."

The words were simple but it was their routine, the same words every time they parted for a crime scene. Because neither wanted to be overt about their personal relationship, they always arrived to crime scenes separately, never drove into the office together and never left together. At work they were extremely conscious of remaining professional around each other.

Of course, the rest of the team knew and it made Kono smile every time she thought of how Danny had been the first to find out, unfortunately the hard way.

They had, however, run into various beat cops and detectives while off duty at the beach or having a quiet dinner. It didn't take long for the rumors to start racing around HPD and pretty soon everyone knew but no one was stupid enough to talk about it, at least in front of them. It was possibly the worst kept secret in the history of HPD.

The beach was not far from Steve's place, they had been there two weeks before themselves, surfing and enjoying some rare down time so Kono arrived quickly. Just in time to watch from the safety of her car as Danny attempted to help Max erect a small tent over the body to keep anymore of the evidence from washing away in the continuing rain. All she could see was Danny gesturing wildly and Max nodding and then (somehow) the tent was up. Kono thought it was a futile effort but appreciated the thought nonetheless.

Stepping out of the car, she did nothing except walk swiftly; being Hawaii, it was a warm, not entirely unpleasant rain.

Approaching the two, she was about to make a smartass comment about Danny's hair, which had gone every which way in the rain and then she caught sight of the body lying face up on the sand.

And she took a giant step back, nearly colliding with Chin, who had appeared out of what seemed to be nowhere.

"Cuz?" he asked when he saw her stricken face.

All she could do was shake her head and continue to look down. Finally Chin's gaze followed hers and he sucked in a deep breath, muttering "shit" under his breath.

Danny looked between the cousins, obviously confused, before speaking, "You know this guy? He didn't have ID."

"Yeah," Chin responded. "Yeah…Name's Ano Kalani."

Danny waited expectantly, anticipating more from the pair and when Chin didn't continue he prodded. "And…you know him….how?"

"I, uh…" Kono started then stopped, gathering herself somewhat. "We dated."

Chin sent her a sharp glance but Kono didn't elaborate further.

It was then a deep voice called from behind them, "Sorry guys, the governor called as I was heading out of the house. What do we have?"

The group looked at Steve and Kono paled slightly, Steve knew very little of her previous relationships, they just didn't talk about it. Kono wasn't sure if that was because they both had secrets they didn't want to admit to in a still-new relationship or they had been so busy enjoying the physical aspects they hadn't bothered.

And Ano was an off limits subject for her. Even now looking at his body she felt anxious and was fighting the urge to run the other way.

Chin took the lead, "Vic is Ano Kalani…local surfer. I checked with HPD, he washed up this morning, found by some early morning surfers."

"Max?" Steve asked, somewhat oblivious to the tension in the space.

The corner was caught somewhat off guard since up to that point he had been largely ignored. "Oh, yes. Well, we have blunt force trauma to the back of the head. Could be fatal, but since he was pulled from the water I will have to wait until I complete the autopsy to determine if it was the blow that killed him, or if he drowned."

As he was talking, Max leaned over the body and moved the head just enough that the back was exposed, hair matted with blood.

Again Kono took a step back and gestured back to the crowd, her voice shaking slightly. "I'll go talk to the witness."

Now Steve noticed that Kono seemed unnerved and anxious to get away from the body. "Kono…"

Before she could get a word out, her name was called sharply from the gallery of onlookers and the group looked up to see a local pressed against the police tape, waving frantically.

"Is that-" Chin started but Kono cut him off with a relieved sigh.

"Yeah, I got it."

Steve still stood, looking confused and before she walked toward the waving man she turned back to him. "I need to…I'll be back."

Then she trotted across the beach, through the tapering rain and all Steve could do was watch her go, left in the unfamiliar state of being utterly confused about what was going on around him.

Chin took in the look on the younger man's face and pulled him to the side. The least he could was give their leader a high level overview of what was going on. His cousin could fill in the blanks as she saw fit.

"Kono!" The man yelled again even as she approached. "Is it him? Is it Ano?"

Grimly she nodded. "Yeah, Hie…its Ano."

"Oh God, Kono. I just saw him yesterday…just yesterday."

Kono looked at the closest HPD and nodded before lifting the tape and allowing the other man through. Quickly he pulled her into a bear hug, not hard since Hie was twice her size, as tall as McGarrett but had at least seventy-five pounds on her boss.

"Ok…Hie, ok. Put me down big man." Just as quickly as she was swept up, Kono was released. "You saw Ano yesterday?"

"Yeah, he was here surfing…he's been doing that more lately…surfing. He was turning it around, Ki. I talked to him an hour yesterday, he looked good. Real good. I can't believe…"

"Was he still doing drugs, Hie?"

"No way, Ki. After…after you left." Her eyes narrowed dangerously at him but Hie continued. "He did what he needed to do, laid low for a couple years, kicked the stuff. Last year or so he's been surfing again, he was getting good again. He even mentioned you a couple weeks ago, was wondering what you were up to."

"What did you tell him?"

"Told him what I knew, you joined HPD and were part of some task force. He seemed real interested in that, I think he was going to try and contact you."

"Why, Hei? Do you know why he would contact me?"

The big man shrugged. "Apologize maybe. For how it…ended."

Kono shook her head. "I…no. I doubt that."

"I think he was really sorry."

Now Kono felt anger flush through her. "Sorry? Hei you know what he...never mind. It doesn't matter anymore; it was a long time ago."

"Sorry, Ki…I shouldn't have mentioned it."

"No, it's good. Was he having trouble with anyone? Fights, anything like that?"

"Not that I knew of. But I only saw him here, when he was surfing. I think he was renting a place somewhere close. That's all I know."

Pulling a card from her pocket, she handed it to the man. "Call me if you think of anything else, ok?"

Hei took the card and regarded it a moment before nodding. "I will, later, Ki."

"Later."

With that the man disappeared back behind the tape and suddenly Kono was exhausted and for the first time ever she really wished this call had not come in and that she was still in bed with Steve.

At least the rain had finally stopped.

Turning back toward the group, she noticed Steve having an intense conversation with Chin and she sighed. She knew her cousin would only reveal what he thought necessary, leaving the hard part to her if she chose to tell it. Because this was a part of her life she had left behind long ago, honestly Ano hadn't crossed her mind in years.

But as they all knew, the past had a bad habit of coming back to haunt them.

"What is going on?" Steve asked as he watched Kono get pulled into a hug by a local that she clearly knew.

"Kono knows…knew the vic," Chin looked down at the body that Max was now prepping for transport to his office. "They dated a while."

Steve stared at Kono once again, she was shaking her head and he could see the frustration and exhaustion in her body language. Without taking his eyes off her he spoke again, "How serious?"

Chin stiffened a little. "It was…as serious as it could be between two teenagers. They were young, he was…"

There was something about Chin's tone that had Steve focusing back on him. "He was what?"

Again Chin sighed, his cousin's work and personal life – which she tried so hard to keep separate – were about to crash into each other; and he knew the wreck would be spectacular. It was a fine line he was walking here; Kono's relationship with Ano was something Steve needed to know about as the team lead. But there were parts of said relationship – while having no direct bearing on the case – could have an effect on Steve and Kono personally. Chin just knew that Kono wouldn't bring it up willingly.

But Chin also knew Steve McGarrett simply would not let it go once he got a whiff of something going on, and he had already gotten a hell of a whiff.

"Look, Steve, what I'll tell you is they dated for a while, they thought they were in love, it ended…badly. It was almost ten years ago now and I don't think it will affect her work on this case. Anything else is going to have to come from her man, not me." Steve's glare focused on Chin but the older man just shrugged.

"Chin, what the hell happened?"

Images from long ago flashed through his mind but he pushed them aside, focusing on his boss. "I can't say, man. Take it up with her."

That's when Kono returned from interviewing the surfer who had found the body and in short order they were heading back to the HQ, Steve and Kono riding together in his truck. Steve had insisted, saying they would come back for her car that night. Kono had wanted some time alone to let it all sink in, but clearly Steve had other ideas.

It was a while into the tense ride before Steve finally spoke, "Chin told me about your connection to the vic. You ok?"

"Yeah, good," she replied while staring out the window.

"You dated?"

"Yep."

"How long?"

"Almost two years."

Steve tightened his grip on the wheel, she was being as tight lipped as a suspect and it was frustrating the hell out of him, but he also knew (unfortunately from experience) that showing said frustration toward her would only cause Kono to clam up further.

"You wanna talk about it?"

"No," she replied, still toward the window. The words were quiet but her tone and body language were screaming at him to back off.

"Let me know if you do."

She visibly relaxed at that but still didn't turn toward him. "Ok."

He knew she wouldn't. Because Steve could tell there was more going on than just a dead former boyfriend. Something had shaken her, deeply, and she was struggling to control it. So he reached out with one hand and touched her upper arm.

And Kono flinched away from him. She actually flinched from his touch.

Steve tightened his hands even more on the steering wheel and wished this call never came in.

Tbc…

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