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"Detective Williams, my name is Danny Ocean and I think that we are in need of each other's assistance."
Danny lifted his eyebrows, not lowering his gun. "I don't even know who you are, what makes you think that I need, or want your assistance?"
Ocean was still standing with his hands in the air. "Well, the fact that you recently got a visit from Terry Benedict, that he kept calling you by a different name and that he seems to have far too much information about your family."
Danny would have laughed, but nothing about this day seemed funny. "You are not far behind on having too much information about me. You also broke into my apartment. You're not exactly giving me a trustworthy vibe."
Ocean shrugged. "What can I say; your lock is not a very good one. Listen, if I wanted to harm you in any way, I could have done it by now. I am unarmed, and I have useful information for you."
"What kind of information?" Danny knew that it was a very bad idea to let a suspect talk, but he wanted answers, and maybe this guy could give him some.
"Well, I would be much more comfortable if I didn't have a gun pointing to my face." Ocean said, looking pointedly at the gun on Danny's hands.
"Yes, just like I would be more comfortable if someone hadn't broken into my apartment! Now start talking!" Danny said, not making any move to lower his gun.
Ocean gave him the same annoying grin again. "Alright. Mr. Benedict carries an old grudge with me and a few of my friends. Every few years he remembers this grudge and comes knocking at our doors to request our services…"
Danny lifted his eyebrows. "What kind of services?"
"He needs us to collect an item that has gone missing." Ocean's expression didn't give anything away.
Danny rolled his eyes. "He wants you to steal something that was stolen from him. I've heard the name Toulour before, I'm not as clueless as you may wish… It still doesn't explain what's that have to do with me, and why he brought my daughter into all this." Danny finished, with an angry growl.
Ocean looked impressed with Danny's knowledge. He was trying to come up with an explanation that wouldn't make the detective in front of him arrest him on the spot when the lights suddenly went off.
Danny looked around, his gun in front of him. He jumped at the sudden sound of his door splintering and took cover behind a chair.
Dark figures with flashlights started pouring into his apartment, but a familiar voice yelling "FIVE-0! DROP YOUR WEAPONS!" made him realize that his apartment was not under attack, it was just his crazy partner overreacting. He moved away from his cover, lowering his weapon. "What the hell is the matter with you? You ever heard of knocking?"
Steve lowered his weapon, looking a bit put out at not having the chance to shoot at anything. "Danno, you started yelling at someone that had broken into your place!"
Danny shook his head, turning around to address Ocean. "You see what I have to-" Only Ocean was nowhere to be found. Danny whirled around, but he couldn't see much with the lights still off. "Where the hell did he go?"
Steve was already moving, doing a sweep of every room with the light from his gun. When he reached the bathroom, he called Danny. "Danno, over here!"
Danny looked inside the bathroom, and saw the window wide open, which was probably how Ocean had disappeared so quickly. "Damn." He said, rubbing a hand down his face.
"Can you tell me what the hell happened, Danno?" Steve had restrained himself for too long already, and he needed answers, now.
"Only after you get the power back on… Shit…" He said, after accidentally kicking a piece of furniture for the nth time.
Steve seemed to have forgotten about that little detail. "Right, give me a sec…" He moved outside to make a phone call, but Danny followed.
What Danny didn't expect was to find that not only his building, but also every building around the neighborhood and a couple of buildings across the street were completely dark as well. He turned to his partner with a thundering expression on his face. "Please, please, don't tell me that you cut the power of the whole city to make your commando assault to my apartment!"
Steve looked a bit uncertain about his actions now that Danny was not in any real danger. "It's standard procedure to cut the power in a hostage situation, Danno… Besides, it was just a couple of blocks…" He said, with a shrug.
Once the power was restored, Danny went inside his place, looking for any clues that Ocean may have left, and of course trying to recover the folder with documents and pictures that Benedict had given him back at HQ. He didn't want any of the HPD officers to start asking about the criminal records of a man that looked exactly like him.
Danny looked at the floor by the light switch, where he remembered dropping his phone and the papers, but only his phone was there, peeking under a table. He got down on his knees, looking under the furniture, but the documents were not there anymore. He looked at the few officers still in the apartment, but none of them seemed to have found the folder, so that left only one option.
He got out of the apartment, trying to find a quiet place to freak out in peace. He crouched next to the garbage can, his back leaning against the wall, and passed his hands through his hair. "Fuck fuck fuck fuck!" He was too busy wondering how his life turned so confusing so quickly to hear a silent figure approaching.
Steve crouched next to him, resting a hand on his friend's shoulder. "You think now you can tell me what is going on?"
Danny dropped his arms to rest over his things and drew a weary sigh. "I wish I knew, babe."
Steve squeezed his friend's shoulder, standing up. "Alright, Danno… Why don't we go to my place? You can't stay here tonight anyway."
Danny stood up as well. "I can't… I should give them my statement…"
Steve started steering his friend towards his truck. "You can do that tomorrow… You've had enough for the day."
Danny nodded tiredly and moved to the passenger side. Once Steve had unlocked it, Danny opened the door and was very surprised, actually shocked to find a familiar folder resting on the passenger seat. He took it, and sure enough, there were Gracie's photos, Rachel's photos and his strange evil twin's criminal records.
Steve got into the truck and noticed that Danny was still standing by the door, looking at some papers. "Danny?"
Danny looked up with a frown on his face. "Did you take this from my place?" He said, lifting the folder on his hands.
Steve shook his head. "No, Danny. I didn't take anything. Where did you find that?"
Danny used the folder to point to Steve's driver seat. "Right here, inside your truck."
Steve shakes his head. "That's impossible, Danny. I left it locked. It has an alarm!"
"Well, apparently it's not a break proof lock, because this stuff didn't materialize out if thin air!" Danny shook the folder for emphasis, not noticing a small piece of paper falling.
Steve leaned over, taking the paper and reading it. "Danny… Who's 'D'?
Danny took the paper from Steve, it read:
'Didn't think you'd like HPD to get a hold of this.
Talk to you later.
D.'
Danny finally got into the truck. He crumpled the piece of paper on his hand and left the folder over the dashboard. "You know what? Could you drive me to HQ? I need to use that super smart computer to look up Danny fucking Ocean."
TBC…