office was empty now save for one person. Everyone
else had gone home for the night. As
usual Steve McGarrett was the last one still there.
His coat and shoulder holster were hung in the usual spot on the coat
rack next to his desk within easy reach if needed. This case had been extra difficult for the team, but finally
it had been solved.
Governor had been on McGarrett’s case ever since the painting had been stolen.
The unity of the Islands could have been at stake if the painting
hadn’t been recovered and the thieves apprehended.
Fortunately the Five-0 team came through as usual.
stood there looking at the painting. Its
recovery had come at a great cost. Too
many lives had been forever changed and disrupted.
McGarrett himself had been affected by this painting in ways only just
another look at the man’s unfinished face, McGarrett wondered who he had been.
Hawai'ian history didn’t really go too much into his history. Was he the Queen’s husband, lover, concubine, companion,
brother or just a close friend or other family member?
then took a look at the woman. How very beautiful she was.
How very Hawai’ian too. Queen
Lili'uokalani had been Hawai’i’s last queen.
This painting had been done when she was young and just starting to
realize what life had held for her.
feeling of de-ja-vu came over McGarrett for a moment.
The painting brought McGarrett memories that he didn’t know if they
were his for real or just a dream. He
did know that his hurt shoulder was a reminder of something other then a dream,
for the pain had been very real when he received the injury to it.
painting was also very unsettling to his soul.
It was as if the painting was talking to him, enticing him to re-enter
its world. To be her savior once
again in a long away time, in a history of the Islands long before he was born.
away from the painting, he walked back to his desk to start, once again, on the
mountain of paperwork this case had generated.
Sitting down in the cushioned white chair, McGarrett started to leaf
through the file. ‘How
do I explain how I had gone back in time. Once
there I discovered the path to the identity of the thief.
No one would believe it if I told them.
I almost don’t believe it myself,’ McGarrett thought to himself.
considered himself a very rational person.
If someone else had told him about what had happened he would have
doubted their sanity.
tired yawn escaped him. It also
caused him to stretch his tired and worn body.
‘Damn am I tired.
It was been a very long day, not to mention a long week.’ McGarrett
looked over to his clock noticing the time, 1:37 AM.
“Maybe I should take Danno’s suggestion and just come back when I’m
Getting up from his chair, McGarrett grabbed his holster and then his coat as he headed for the door. Before he left he took one more look at the beautiful lady in the painting. Her expression seemed to smile back at him. Shaking his head again, McGarrett walked out of his office, turning off the lights as he left. “I need some sleep,” he said as he left.
was still working on the file that night and was extremely tired.
After several long days of continuously following up all the leads,
Five-0 had finally got the lead they needed earlier in the day and were able to
recover the painting.
they had to find why the dead thief had taken the painting and who he was.
All they had on him that he was a German and a suspicion that his last
name might be Van Auken. They also
had to find out who it was that had left the large knife sticking out of the
dead thief’s back and why they had killed him.
this rate I should be able to get out of here soon,’
McGarrett thought as he glanced at the clock on his desk.
‘It’s only 10:45 PM.
Maybe I’ll get home before midnight tonight this time.’
he worked through the file he kept getting a feeling that something was still
very wrong. Looking up, McGarrett
could have sworn that the lady in the painting was unhappy about something.
Putting down the file, he once again walked over to the painting that was
resting on the couch in his office. ‘It
doesn’t belong there.’
picking up the old painting, he put it on his chair behind his desk.
‘No, not there either.’
it up again, he looked around his office this time before deciding to try it on
the wall next to the door. It was
as if the face in the painting scowled even more at him.
Wait a minute.’
the painting where it was for a moment, McGarrett moved some of the items off a
credenza that was located between the two windows to the left of the door.
He also removed the painting of the old ship he had there.
Moving back to the painting of the Queen, he reverently placed it on the
painting now seemed as if it were happy. The
painting gave off the feeling of saying 'I’m
home finally.' McGarrett stood
back and looked at the painting. 'Yes, this is where the painting belongs,' he thought to himself,
satisfying a deep feeling within himself.
glanced at his watch. It had taken him almost two and a half-hours to decide where
to hang the painting. He touched
the painting once more to straighten it up a bit, but when his hand touched the
canvas it was as if it sank into the painting itself.
the…?" questioned McGarrett as he quickly pulled his hand away from the
he reached for the painting again. Again
his hand sank into the picture and again he withdrew it.
be," McGarrett said with suspicion. But
the cop instincts told him that something was up, something was wrong and asking
him to fix it. 'I
must be more tired then I think,' he thought.
time he was even more determined to find out why this was happening.
Touching the painting now with a bit more force, he found that his arm
also went into the painting. Then
all of a sudden he felt a strong pull on his arm, a pull he could not get loose
from in spite of his pulling back. Now
he felt like he was falling through space and time, falling and falling, never
to reach solid ground again.
"Hush, I can't hear anything," a man's voice was saying.
The noise in the background stopped.
couldn't hear any more sounds of talking now.
He could hear the sounds of someone moving about him like steps and
breathing and very soft but unintelligible whisperings.
He could smell something too but he couldn't identify it. He thought he had his eyes open, but he couldn't see anything
me that cup, Lianie," the voice said again.
can't I see? I know I'm not blind,'
McGarrett thought to himself. 'I
can hear some noises but I can't see.'
McGarrett was trying to rationalize what was happening to him but
felt someone raise his head a little and felt something pressed to his lips.
The liquid trickled into his mouth and he swallowed the bitter liquid.
His head was then laid down on what he found to be a soft pillow.
He felt a cover of some sort being pulled up closer to his head.
Now he felt safe. He didn't
feel like he was falling any more.
he going to be OK?" a sweet sounding voice asked.
let him rest now. Should he stir again, give him some more of the tea.
It will help him," the first voice mentioned.
is such a hansom looking man," the sweet voice said.
a haole, Lianie," came a disgusted voice in the background.
all haoles are the same. Maybe this
one will be different," the sweet voice said as if to defend the newcomer.
watch, this one will be no different," said the other male voice in an
I'll watch this one and I know he'll prove you wrong.
I don't know who he is, but I'm sure he was sent to us for something
good," came the woman's voice.
didn't hear anymore of the conversation as he had fallen into a deep sleep
brought on by the tea he had been given.
morning sun was already warming the air in the building when McGarrett started
to stir. Slowly opening his eyes,
he let them adjust to the level of light around him.
There was a noise from near the foot of the bed, he was sure it was a
bed, made him lift his head and shoulders a bit.
That bit of a movement made the world start spinning for him so he laid
his head back down, but kept his eyes open just a bit.
sleepy head. How are you
feeling?" said the sweet voice he had heard before.
around now by turning his head as it stayed on the pillow.
'Yes, it's a feather pillow,' he told himself.
McGarrett's eyes focused now on a young woman who looked young,
Hawai’ian and very beautiful.
McGarrett said somewhat weakly. The
world wasn't spinning so much now and he felt some of his strength returning to
him. He once again attempted to
raise his head and shoulders up some.
let me help you," the young woman said as she put more soft feather pillows
able to sit up some, McGarrett looked around him.
The room looked familiar and yet not.
He watched the young woman who had helped him.
She, like the room, also looked familiar to him.
am I?" McGarrett asked. He was
still weak but his strength was returning a lot faster now.
are in one of the guest bedrooms at the Iolani Palace.
We found you past out in the Queen's study," the young woman told
Iolani Palace! How could this be?'
It didn't look exactly like the Palace he remembered but… "You
were here before. I remember your
voice," McGarrett said as a small amount of memory started to come back to
him. "Do you mind if I as you
a question? Who are you?"
McGarrett asked her as he sat up even more in the bed.
Princess Lianie Ka'iulaini, a sister to Queen Lili'uokalani.
It was her room you had been found," Lianie told him.
She placed a cool wet towel to his head.
She could see he was still somewhat pale.
long have I been here?" McGarrett asked trying to get an idea of how long
he was out.
even a full day yet. We found you shortly after sunset yesterday," Lianie
told him. She was sitting in one of
the exotically designed chairs of the time period.
The reed wood of the back of the chair made her face look like it was
encircled by a halo. Her hair was
pulled back slightly from her face and held in place by a plumeria flower.
Around her neck was a necklace of large black beads.
She had on a gown of an era many years past in the Hawai’ian history
which McGarrett had learned about.
lightly at the look at came across McGarrett's face, Lianie continued.
"You look confused sir."
composed himself a bit as he thought about what had happened to him in a very
short period of time. He steeled himself before asking another question.
"Do you mind answering another question for me?"
I don't mind. I'll answer if I
can," Lianie told him.
year is it?"
looked at McGarrett questioningly now. She
got up from her chair and walked over to the door. "It is the year 1872
sir," she told him. "I'll
get Moli for you. He will want to
check to make sure there are no other injuries,' she said as she slipped out of
the room quickly, closing the door behind her.
walked quickly down the hall. Seeing
Loni, a young helper in the Palace, she instructed her to get Moli for her and
have him and two guards come up to the guestroom.
then walked over to the Queen's room. She
knocked softly on the door and walked into the room.
The Queen was sitting in one of the chairs on the liana eating her
breakfast in the warm morning sunlight. Walking
over to the Queen, Lianie bowed low to her before she spoke.
has awoken," Lianie told her, "I've had Moli sent for and two
done well my sister. Come let's talk to this stranger to our land," Queen
Lili'uokalani said as she rose and walked into her waiting room.
Lili'uokalani led the way to the guestroom.
When she came to the room the guard at the door knocked lightly on it and
then opened it to allowing them to enter the room.
He followed them and closed the door behind him.
The other guard was already in the room.
Lianie left, McGarrett looked around the room once again.
'I know this room. This is
Manicote's office, or it was to become his office.
She said it was 1872, but that can't be right.
It's 1972. What happened?
How did I go back into time? The
painting…I was looking for the right place to put the painting.
I touched the painting and that is the last thing I remember. How…'
thoughts were interrupted when the door was opened and an elderly man, dressed
in traditional Hawai’ian clothing, came into the room.
He was followed by a giant of a man.
This man didn't enter any further into the room but stood in front of the
door with his arms crossed in front of him.
guard of some sort,' McGarrett thought to himself.
sir. I am Moli Poloke, I am the
lapa'au, the healer, for the Queen. I
have been sent to check on your palapu and olakino, your wound and your
health," Moli told McGarrett.
kept his face expressionless. He
looked from the elderly man to the man at the door.
the man's question Moli said, "That is Kamuela Lawai'a, he is one of the
Queen's guards. He is here to make
sure you do not harm yourself or others. He
will not act unless you try to ho'ouka kaua, attack someone."
that Moli walked up to McGarrett as he laid on the bed.
The healer was checking to make sure McGarrett was okay when there was a
soft knock on the door. Kamuela
moved away from the door a little, keeping his eyes on the haole.
Moli and Kamuela bowed low when the three people entered the room.
The woman in front smiled and indicated for the other two to continue on
with what they were doing.
walked over to the bed to stand next to Moli.
Moli stole a quick look at her face and saw that she was smitten by the
stranger. Smiling, he finished what
he was doing.
are a man of very good health. Your
head should quit hurting shortly after drinking this," he said as he handed
McGarrett a cup containing a medicine that he added to some water.
didn't question the instructions as he drank down the contents in the glass.
He then leaned back against the pillows once again and looked at the
three people who had came into the room. McGarrett
could tell that the woman in front was someone of power.
was impressed with her regal bearing. Here
was a woman who was very beautiful and graceful.
She had on an old colonial style of dress, which was in sharp contrast to
the Hawai’ian clothing worn by the others in the room.
Her hair, which was long and shinny black, was pulled away from her face
and held in place by a jeweled comb. Her
eyes told McGarrett that she was very alert to what was going on around her.
He could also tell that this was a lady of class.
is her Majesty, Queen Lili'uokalani. She
is the Queen of Hawai’i and is my sister," Lianie told him.
McGarrett answered back. "My
name is Steve McGarrett."
That is not an English name, am I correct?" the Queen asked him.
I'm Irish by birth."
have a lot of Irish who have visited our Islands and stayed to raise their
families. Have you any family here
Mr. McGarrett?" the Queen asked him.
not that I know of. I'm originally from New York," he told her.
the United States, I see. May I ask
what is the purpose of your visit to our Islands, Mr. McGarrett?" the Queen
not sure I can explain why or how I got here and make it believable,"
McGarrett told her.
Queen looked at Lianie for a moment with an unspoken request.
Lianie immediately bow slightly and pulled the chair she had been sitting
in earlier over for the Queen to sit in.
Mr. McGarrett, I find a story works best when you start from the beginning,
please proceed," the Queen ordered him.
first at the Queen, then to Lianie and the two guards, McGarrett readjusted
himself in the bed. His headache had indeed left him for which he was grateful.
worry yourself about my guards, Mr. McGarrett.
They are here to make sure I am kept safe."
She could see that McGarrett was somewhat uncomfortable about the guards.
slight smile came across McGarrett's face when he looked again at the guards.
He was sure these two guards would be enough security for the Queen.
you are right, the best place to start a story is always at the beginning,"
McGarrett told her. "Now I don't want you to think I'm crazy, but what I've
got to say is going to be very hard to believe.
It seems that I've traveled back into time."
McGarrett hesitated now not sure what these peoples reactions would be at
something so wild like this.
in time?" Lianie questioned. She
was hoping that Mikala was wrong about this haole.
She was also worried that maybe this haole was crazy, time travel,
I know it sounds wild and crazy but it's the truth."
McGarrett went on to explain to them what had happened to him the day
before. No one interrupted him as
he told his story.
Mr. McGarrett, then why are you here?" the Queen asked.
your Grace, I'm not sure of yet," McGarrett told her.
“But I think that the history of an unfinished painting of you has
something to do with it.”
looked at the Queen and bent over to her for a moment to whisper something to
her. “He knows of Kotani’s painting of you.”
Queen nodded and slightly bent her head towards Lianie but her eyes never left
McGarrett. “Let him speak.
Please continue Mr. McGarrett.”
will try but again it will be hard to believe.
A friend of mine has had this painting in his family for several years.
The painting was stolen from him a few days ago…”
could a painting that has not yet been finished be stolen?” Lianie asked.
She now was really concerned that Mikala was right and the hoale was
I should back up a bit more. I am
not from this time period. I am
from the future. For me it is
1972.” McGarrett said no more for
he was watching and waiting for some sort of reaction from these people.
Other then the two guards becoming sterner in their expression, no one
said or did anything.
continue sir,” the Queen instructed McGarrett.
a poker face she has. I can’t
tell if she believes me or not.’ McGarrett thought to himself before
continuing on as instructed.
I said before, a friend of mine owns the painting.
He was planning on making a gift of it to the people of Hawai’i on King
Kamehameha Day next June. I had
mentioned several times to him that the security of his home wasn’t very good
and that someone could very easily break into his home and steal the
painting,” McGarrett told his audience.
as I foretold him, someone had broken into his home and the painting
disappeared. My friend had been
working in his indoor garden, getting it ready for the party he was giving for
the Governor when he was hit on the head and knocked out.
When he came to, he found that the painting was gone.
It took us several days to locate the painting finally.”
you have recovered the painting then?” the Queen asked.
Her eyes had a strange look to them as if they were smiling.
can see now what is so captivating about that painting.
It’s her eyes. They hold
you in their gaze,' McGarrett thought before he continued.
we had received an anonymous call from someone where to find the painting.
When we went to the address given, we found the painting unharmed and the
thief who had taken the painting.”
was the thief?” Lianie asked.
Queen looked at her for a moment and then turned back to the man from the future
laying on the bed in front of her.
are still not sure who he is but there was a note left with the painting which
was written in Hawai’ian saying “Koko i koko, ho'opa'i ku'u he ka'a.”
One of my detectives translated it for me.
He told me it meant, “Blood for blood, the revenge of my family has
koko ho'ohiki,” Moli stated. “Your
Majesty, a blood oath.”
back for a moment at the healer, the Queen smiled at him.
“Yes, yes. Let him
continue.” Turning back to
McGarrett, the Queen said, “Please continue.
There will be no further interruptions.”
my Hawai’ian friend, Kono, explained to me what the message meant. He did mention that it was a "koko ho'ohiki," a
‘blood oath’ also. He told me
that it is an oath taken by a family member for a cry of revenge that could be
handed down to family members if the oath was not fulfilled during their life
told me that somehow the thief and his killer must be connected in some way with
the painting. He speculated that
maybe they were related to the man with no face or maybe even the painter
Queen once again looked at the others in the office.
Getting up from the chair she walked over to Moli and whispered to him,
“Find Mikala Makahehi and have him come here.”
your Majesty,” Moli said bowing before he walked through the opened door held
by one of the guards.
Queen walked back to the chair and sat down again.
“Mr. McGarrett, how much of Hawai’i’s history do you know?”
everything but I have a good grasp of it. What
I don’t know I can find out by asking several of my Hawai’ian friends.
Why do you ask?” McGarrett asked going somewhat into his interrogative
mode for the moment.
painting already has a history to it. The
artist who was painting it for me was found dead lying in front of it with a
knife also in his back like your thief from the future.
We have yet to locate his killer or why he was killed,” the Queen
informed him. “The knife that was
used is a ceremonial knife used by a kahuna, a high priest, during our bloody
period of wars and religious ceremonies. Shortly
after the dead artist was found this knife disappeared.”
thinking that maybe your murder here and our murder from my time may be related
in some manner then,” McGarrett asked. ‘Maybe
she really does believe this wild story. I
know I’m still having trouble believing it myself,’ McGarrett thought
once more to himself.
the Queen could reply there was a soft knock on the door.
The guard, Kamuela, opened the door and stood back to allow Moli and
Mikala to enter, closing the door once more after they had passed him.
face showed his disgust at seeing the haole laying in the bed.
Mikala didn’t say anything though as he walked behind Moli.
Both men bowed to the Queen. “You
sent for me, your Majesty.”
Queen turned a bit in her chair but didn’t rise.
“Yes, I wanted to ask you a question.
You were the one who found the dead artist, correct?” she asked. Her
eyes looked directly at those of the young man.
looked first at Lianie and then at McGarrett before turning back to look at his
Queen. “Yes, I found the haole
artist dead with one of our knives in his back," he said with a hissing
tone in his voice.
did you contact after you found him?” the Queen asked.
uncomfortably, “I told Opaka, the guard in that part of the Palace. He came back to the room with me. When he saw the haole he told me he would inform his
superior. I assumed they were the
ones who told you about it.”
it not you who also found Kimo Kotani dead with a ceremonial knife plunged deep
in his chest?” Moli asked.
are you referring to old man? You
think that I killed both of them? Kimo
Kotani was a friend of mine and I wouldn’t waste my time killing a stinking
haole,” Mikala said, the anger rising in him fast.
No one is accusing you of anything.
The Queen is merely trying to find the answers to a few questions,”
Lianie said placing herself between her sister and Mikala.
She would give her life, if need be, to protect her sister.
back a little bit, Mikala glared at McGarrett for a bit before meeting the eyes
of Lianie. He then looked over at
the Queen and bowed his head a bit. “Please
forgive me, your Majesty, but I do not trust any haole.
None of them can be trusted. They
want to take our lands and heritage from use and I can not tolerate that
Queen had risen from the chair during this outburst.
Her face showed her concern of what he had said.
“No one will be taking our lands or heritage from us, Mikala.
I was just being sure that the information I had been told was true.
Mr. McGarrett here has a similar problem.
You may leave us now,” the Queen said dismissing him.
Mikala left the Queen turned back to McGarrett.
“I’m sorry for that outburst. He,
like many of my people, is worried that the newcomers to our land will try to
overtake our country, our Islands. There
have been many out breaks of violence against the haoles lately.
His father had been killed by the brother of the dead artist, and he
feels it is he’s right to avenge this death.
His father was the man in the painting you mentioned.”
can see why he hates haoles then. I
take it that you don’t think he could have been the one to kill the artist. He would have a strong reason for doing it,” McGarrett told
people are sometimes very emotional. Our
bonds with our families are very strong, as are our bonds with our 'aina, our
land, and our faith.”
his head in agreement, McGarrett’s eyes twinkled a bit as he better understood
the history now of the painting. ‘Things
are better falling into place now.’ “Does
the dead artist have any other families here?” he asked.
he has a brother and two sisters who live here,” Lianie told him.
is the dead artist name?”
Van Auken. His family came from a
country called Germany,” the Queen answered.
was all of a sudden getting very sleepy. He
was having problems keeping his eyes open.
He struggled to try to get the next question out.
“You said he was from Ger….,” but he never finished the question
before sleep once again took over, a side effect of the tea they had given him
Steve!" a voice yelled at him.
could feel hands shaking him gently first and then with more force.
Consciousness quickly came to him finally as he felt his arm being
restrained when he had attempted to hit whatever it was that was touching him.
Steve. It's me Danny," Dan
told his boss. "We found you
on the floor, here in your office."
raised himself into the sitting position. He
put his hand to his head holding it. Slowly
his world was stopping its spinning motion to him.
Finally the spinning stopped and he was able to get up off the floor.
Making his way to his chair behind his desk, McGarrett sat down and
leaned forward for a moment, again resting his head in his hands.
then picked up a file that he had been looking at the night before and quickly
leafed through it until he came to a particular page.
This information seemed to click something in his memory.
As he moved back into his chair his shoulder hit the back of it.
This movement sent a slight pain down his arm, making him pull forward a
bit and grabbed at his shoulder for a moment.
and the others watched him carefully. They
all were wondering what had happened during the night.
okay Steve?" Chin Ho asked. His
face was very heavy with worry.
okay," McGarrett reassured his friends.
"I must have hit my shoulder when I fell. It's a bit sore but okay," he said as he flexed it a
happened Steve?" Duke asked.
a smile that the men knew only too well, McGarrett carefully sat back again.
"Gentlemen, I think I know who our thief was and why he stole the
painting. I also think I know who
killed him and why."
others looked at McGarrett for a moment. He
then went to explain what had happened and the information he had learned.
of you will need to make the trip back in time to talk with the Queen.
She will be able to help you gather even more information on this
come on Steve, time travel. Maybe
Doc Bergman does needs to take a look at you," Ben said.
forward now, McGarrett looked right at his most recent addition to the team.
"No Ben, I'm very serious."
others now knew that McGarrett was absolutely serious about what had happened
and what they would need to do to completely solve the mystery of the painting.
it was their turn to go through the painting to visit the Queen of olden Hawai'i.
content © 2000-2001
Betty's Book Me Danno
Originally Posted December 13, 2000