Chapter 1

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A/N: I might rewrite this but I'd like to see if anyone's interested in it first and if you'd like me to continue. 🤷🏼‍♀️ Let me know what you think!

September 30th, 2010

Lieutenant Commander Steve McGarrett stood tall in his Dress Blues that September day, his hearty gaze set on the happenings at Pearl Harbour, watching as the mixture of people -from tourists to natives - walked by. Some visited with a sense of curiosity whilst others arrived with a purpose, to remember the lives of the sailors and civilians that had been taken on 7th December all those years ago. Like many of the fallen, Steve's grandfather had served on the USS Arizona and was now at rest at the bottom of the ocean.

The Commander had been pleasantly surprised when the Governor of Hawaii, Governor Jameson had requested to meet with him only two hours after he lay his father to rest at the cemetery. At first, he had been cautious with his approach, the woman had probably only been after some good PR for the upcoming re-election and that didn't really bow well with the SEAL. However, the offer he had received was one that currently plagued his thoughts, a task force, immunity and means. The offer was tempting, he would have free reign to uncover the truth behind his fathers murder and work on a highly equipped task force that would be his protege. But he had a lot to think about first. Steve McGarrett left Hawaii and the people he cared most about almost 8 years ago, would he really be able to return and build a life for himself here whilst running the Governor's task force?

"Steve?"

Having been wrapped up his thoughts the man had been caught slightly off guard when he heard the voice. Closing his eyes he focused on the tenor. Husky. Everything about it brought back so many memories both happy and sad, it had been the voice that encouraged him through his darkest days and it was one he could never forget, no matter how much things had changed over the past 8 years.

"Andy?" McGarrett turned around in one smooth motion catching sight of the 5ft4 woman.

Quinn Andersson or 'Andy' a nickname she had earned during her time in the Navy though now at 27 years old she was retired and living reside in Honolulu. Her hair was still a dark brunette and hung just below her shoulders, her eyes bright and her sad smile even held an element of beauty. It all reminded him of one man, Julian Andersson. Quinn was the spitting image of her father even growing up it had been evident that she was an Andersson through and through.

It wasn't often that the Commander didn't know what to say but if anyone else would feel such pain from losing John McGarrett it would be Quinn Anderson.

She stepped forward, her hands hooked onto her high waisted trouser pocket. "I was going to meet you back at mine but you- you uh left-"

Steve nodded, in understanding, he should've known the woman would follow him.

The pair stood in silence for a moment or two because neither knew what to say, Steve had lost a father and Quinn had lost a friend. They hadn't spoken in over a year and Steve wasn't sure if there was anything he could say that would help that situation but he knew Quinn and today wasn't about them, it was about his dad.

"Your speech.." Steve started, taking a deep breath before he allowed himself to continue. "..at the funeral, I don't think anyone could've done a better job, thank you and thanks for organising, I know I wasn't here but I can cover the cost for whatever and-"

She smiled a little at the man's sudden need to ramble. "Steve, the money doesn't matter, I owe it to him after everything." She said, adamantly.

Quinn Andersson was like a daughter to John McGarrett, her parents having died within a year apart when she was 17 years old whilst on duty she was left orphaned, John McGarrett, a close family friend at an instant took the young girl in, providing her with a home and a family. Something she would never forget.

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