Title: Keep Your Friends Close…

Author: sockie1000

Disclaimers: CBS's characters and playground, my corner of the sandbox

Summary: Wo Fat stood, buttoned his expensive suit jacket, and walked towards the front door of the noodle restaurant. He could feel Steve McGarrett's eyes boring holes into his back. Good. That was exactly what he wanted. ** picks up where "Ne Me'e Laua Na Paio" ends**

Author's notes (updated 4/1): This story was hard for me to classify. I basically wrote it like an episode. So, it has a little bit of everything- some suspense, drama, mystery, and action but also plenty of rants, banter, snark, and dare I say even some whump. I even threw in a plot and some characterization just or the heck of it. :)

Now, on with the show…

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"Dinner's on me."

Wo Fat calmly laid the $100 bill on the table, enough to cover the tea, McGarrett's beer, and anything else he would like to order. However, Wo Fat knew McGarrett had lost his appetite. He could see it on his face. The $100 would go unused tonight. And that was fine with Wo Fat- he owned the noodle restaurant anyway. It was one of his many convenient money laundering operations. So, $100 spent now was $100 less to launder later.

Wo Fat stood, buttoned his expensive suit jacket, and walked towards the front door of the restaurant. He could feel Steve McGarrett's eyes boring holes into his back. Good. That was exactly what he wanted.

He was not afraid of McGarrett. He was a worthy opponent, that much was certain, and one he should keep his eye on, but Wo Fat knew McGarrett would not try anything tonight. Not while he held the life of the motivated yet naïve Jenna Kaye in his hands.

Wo Fat smiled to himself as he opened the restaurant door, and stepped outside into the dark night.

Steve watched Wo Fat go, his jaws clenched, keeping his rage under control. If there was one thing Steve had learned during his years with the SEALs, it was how to compartmentalize his emotions.

And Steve had a lot of emotions to compartmentalize at the moment. Hatred for Wo Fat. Frustration from having the man who was responsible for the murders of his parents, sitting right there in front of him, yet being unable to do anything about it. Anger at himself, for sitting with his back towards the door, unable to see his enemy approaching. Amazement at how, even with all of Steve's training, he still had not seen or sensed Wo Fat until he pulled down a chair to sit down. But he did not have time to think about any of that now. Compartmentalize. Focus.

He glanced down at the $100 bill on the table. A bold gesture. Symbolic, but bold. Steve was a quick study. He got the message. Wo Fat knew who Steve was, where he was, and who he was meeting. And Wo Fat had strolled into the restaurant, sat down with him, and even had the audacity to pay for a dinner where Wo Fat knew catching him would be the topic of conversation. With Jenna. Steve swore.

The thought of Jenna snapped Steve into action. He had to make sure she was safe. She was not trained for the field, and was totally unprepared to personally deal not only with Wo Fat, but also with any of his henchmen. And she was being followed- that much was clear.

Steve jumped up from the table and ran out the door. He looked both ways down the street, but Wo Fat was nowhere to be seen. Steve was not surprised.

He whipped out his cell phone and dialed Jenna's number as he ran towards his truck. The call was trying to connect as Steve unlocked and opened the truck, climbed inside, slammed the door, and started the ignition. Finally, the call went through.

The phone rang once, twice… and Steve found himself praying to God that Jenna would answer.

To be continued…

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A/N: Sorry this chapter is a bit short. I just wanted to get the ball rolling. And this story will have Jenna in it, obviously, but the rest of the team as well. So, if she is not your favorite, I hope you read on anyway.