Danny hated arson cases. Fire was a savage beast, and would burn through anything and anyone that got in its path. He had seen this first hand back in Jersey. He wasn’t looking forward to seeing it again.
Chin had never seen anything like it in his years as a member of HPD and since. Sure, there had been fires to investigate, but most were isolated incidents. He had never had to deal with the likes of a serial arsonist like Joel Anderson.
Kono had learned about fire in school, and arson at the academy. She’d never seen anything like it. She found herself, on numerous occasions, thinking, how could someone find pleasure in fire? It scared her, like nothing had ever scared her before.
Steve knew the mechanics behind setting a fire in which its sole purpose was to destroy. It wasn’t something he was proud of. It was just part of his training, his job. He had never come across a civilian that knew the ins and outs of fire, like Joel Anderson. It worried him more than he would let on. There was too much unpredictability for his liking.
So far, there had been five fires. Three were residential, and two were commercial. Each fire had one victim. The victims had all been killed by the fire. At first, the authorities had thought the fires had been set to cover up the murders, but once Max had gotten a look at the bodies, he had concluded that they had been killed by the fires themselves.
Five-0 had been called in when one of the victims turned out to be the son of a state senator. The last two fires, the commercial fires, had happened since Five-0 had taken the case. HPD and HFD had already identified Joel Anderson as the arsonist, but hadn’t come anywhere close to finding him.
Steve was sitting at his desk when Kono opened his door. “Hey, boss, we may have just gotten a break.”
“What have you got?”
He stood and followed her back to the computer table. He motioned to Danny, who was sitting in his office. Chin was waiting for them, and as soon as everyone was standing around the table, he pulled up a file and moved it to one of the hanging screens.
“We’ve found two properties, owned by Benjamin Anderson.”
“Joel Anderson’s brother?”
“And Danny get’s the prize.”
“Wait, isn’t he dead?”
“Yeah, boss. He died three years ago, in a fire.”
“So, where are these properties located?”
“They are adjacent warehouses, located here.” Chin pulled up a map on the screen and pointed to the docks.
“Why does it always have to be warehouses?” Danny mumbled.
“Okay. We need to check these places out. The sooner the better. Let’s go.”
The Camaro and Cruze pulled up to the docks. They parked at the entrance and walked toward the warehouses. Everything was quiet as they approached. Steve stopped and brought them into a huddle.
“Kono, Chin, I want you two to check out the first warehouse. Danny, you’re with me at the second.”
They split up and headed toward the two warehouses.
When Steve and Danny got to the main entrance, they both pulled their weapons. Steve tried the door, and it opened without any problems.
“Don’t you find that a little suspect?”
“Yeah. Keep your eyes open.”
“Keep my eyes open?”
Steve was already headed inside, gun out front, light on. Danny was close behind. The warehouse opened up into a large room. There were several large cargo containers lining the walls, but the center of the room was bare. There were offices in the back and a set of metal stairs that went up to a second level of offices. The place appeared to be empty.
Steve signaled to Danny to take the offices on the right. They split up and checked all the doors leading out of the main room.
“These are all empty, Danny.”
Danny didn’t answer him. Steve walked toward where he’d last seen him. He looked into the doorway and noticed Danny standing completely still in the middle of the room.
“You need to get out of here.”
“What?” Steve walked through the door and made his way toward Danny. He still hadn’t moved.
“No! Don’t come any closer. You need to get out of here, now, Steven!”
Steve walked up next to Danny. It wasn’t till he was right there with him that he saw. There was a large barrel with a timer.
“Oh shit, Danny. It’s a bomb.”
“No shit, Sherlock. I thought it was a desk with a clock.”
Steve looked around, finally noticing why Danny hadn’t moved.
“Pressure plate. Don’t move.”
“Oh thank you, Steven. I was planning on just walking out of here like nothing happened.”
“I’m going to see if I can find something to replace your weight with. Just hang on, okay.”
“Steve, just call the bomb squad. Get them here to defuse this thing.”
“There’s nothing they can do. I’ve seen this before.”
Danny was quiet. He ran his hand through his hair.
“Just give me a minute. I’ll figure this out.”
Steve went back out into the main room. He saw a number of crates against a nearby wall. He tested their weight. He knew they wouldn’t be heavy enough, but maybe they’d buy some time. He found the heaviest of the three crates and carried it into the room.
“Danny, when I say run, I need you to run. Okay?”
“What the hell are you doing, Steve?”
“I’m going to try and replace your weight.”
“Like Indiana Jones? Because, that didn’t work out so well.”
“It should buy us a little time. Hopefully enough to get out of the room.”
Danny turned his head and looked Steve in the eyes. “I love you.”
Steve gave him one of his goofy smiles. The ones that made Danny melt.
“As I can be.”
Steve moved right up next to Danny. He turned and faced the door and held the crate just above the ground.
“Run!” Steve yelled.
Danny took off running. He made it about ten feet past the door before he heard the deafening sound of the explosion. The force of the blast lifted him off his feet, and threw him about ten more feet. He hit the ground hard, unable to move as the wind was knocked out of him. All his thoughts were on Steve as he succumbed to the darkness.