Remembering Jack Lord

June 2012


Nocturnal Contemplations

Written by Steve’s Girl

On Saturday June 29 1980, 1:13 AM Dan Williams was staring at the ceiling of his bedroom, listening to the soft purring of the air conditioning, unable to fall asleep.
It had been two very exhausting weeks for the head of Hawai'i Five-0, but satisfying in the end nonetheless. At last Five-0 had been able to arrest Wang Lung, the drug lord, and the DA had informed him last night that the case would hold in court.

'So tomorrow, no, today, I won't have to worry about that when I'll act as Steve's best man.'

These thoughts were floating through Danny's overtired brain.

'I never expected he would be willing and able to commit himself to a woman again. Not after Cathi had been murdered. The murder he had been framed for.'

Though many years had passed since then, to Danny it seemed only yesterday
that he and two other police officers had barely managed to pull Steve off the murderer, preventing him to beat that man to death with his bare hands.

'I'll never forget what he looked like afterwards. He had turned around and stared out to sea - like a statue made of stone.
He never mentioned Cathi to me again and didn't allow himself to become emotionally attached to a woman since then.
Or so we thought. What a surprise it was when he announced his engagement to Kate Holbrook last year.'

By now the clock showed 2:01.

'You went down the same road,' Danny admitted to himself, memories of his own past flooding his mind all of a sudden.

'Though probably unconsciously, after Jane was killed you preferred to date women you wouldn't consider marrying. Because you couldn't bear to live through that traumatic experience again. And though Jane wasn't killed because someone wanted to get back at you, to endanger a woman you love and risk that she'll come to harm because of your job, was out of question.
And still is. More so now that you're heading Five-0.

I envy Steve, if only a little bit. I wish him all the happiness he can get and which he deserves in abundance.
Maybe some day I'll be as lucky as he. Maybe I have just to bide my time, like Steve did.He seems to be a role model to me for everything there is.'

Danny chuckled drowsily and with a smile on his lips he drifted off to sleep.



Sun and Sail

Written by Vrinda

The ballet was any day more interesting than sitting around with a bunch of old navy officers, smelling their cigar ashes, and listening to them tell the same war stories over and over, in between off-color jokes. Rite of Spring, as the ballet was known, would have been a better alternative, but something was keeping Steve McGarrett from making the obvious decision. When he heard Kate Holbrook ask him if he wanted to go, he still hesitated.

Should I, or will it end up like last time? Steve thought. He had not dated any woman in a long time. It was three years since Cathy, his previous girlfriend, had been killed and Steve was framed for it. The pain and shock of losing her, and the added horror of being accused of her murder nearly made Steve go off the deep end. If not for the diligence of his men – Danno, Chin, and Duke – Steve would have lost his badge, gun, and position and been in jail now, where he most surely would wind up dead. That was the intent of the gangster who masterminded the plot. That was all behind Steve now, but the future was uncertain. He knew one thing, though: He couldn’t keep Kate Holbrook waiting.

“I’d love to come, Kate,” he said. “What time would you like me to pick you up?”

“How about seven?” she asked.

“Seven it is,” Steve said, his face now beaming as he heard Kate speak once more.

“See you then,” she said, and hung up. Steve put down the receiver and stared out the window. The palm trees and bougainvillea were not the objects of his viewing pleasure at that moment but rather, what he was thinking. He had to force himself to get out of this dire state in which he was. He couldn’t go on mourning Cathy forever. She would want him to live and go on. Kate’s phone call jolted Steve back into reality. There was no going back now.


The show was not as interesting as Steve hoped it would be. He had been to ballets before, and had wonderful experiences, but this one was not one of them. The dancers tried their best to keep the audience engaged, but the ballet itself was very difficult to perform. Steve was not surprised when he saw many people leave the theater after the first intermission. He and Kate were among them.

“We still have a few hours left, and the night is young,” he told her. “Do you want me to take you home, or are you still up for some more action?”

“By action, you don’t mean chasing bad guys around, do you?” Kate asked as she smiled impishly.

“No, not at all, unless a call comes in on my car phone!” Steve laughed.

They got into Steve’s Mercury and pulled out of the parking lot behind the theater. Steve didn’t know where they were going to go next, but he knew the night wasn’t going to end now. On impulse, he drove to the beach at Waikiki. They got out and walked along the sand. The air was cool and crisp. She wore her wavy brown hair held up around her head with silver-colored hairpins, and some strands fell about the sides of her forehead and blew around in the breeze. She took off her heels and held them in one hand as she put her arm around Steve’s waist with the other. The sand kicked up around their feet as they walked, and the only sound around them came from the ocean as its waves crashed into the shore in a thunderous wave, then retreated back to the sea in a tranquil ebb. For the first time in months, Steve felt at peace. There was something missing, something which had eluded him for so long, which he didn’t try to too hard at attaining before, but knew he wanted now more than anything – love. He had been alone for far too long, living on an island and being an island to himself. He had friendships with his men and other people, but the closeness of a woman was something that he only came close to having, never being completely fulfilled.

The sound of the crashing waves’ was joined by seagulls chirping. From a distance, they could hear the lilting melody of a Hawaiian instrumental emanating from a nightclub, with bright tiki torches lighting the night, and slender-bodied dancers swaying gracefully to the music. The whole scene seemed like an antithesis to all that Steve witnessed in his twenty years as the head of the state police.

Kate started to walk ahead of Steve a little, letting go of him and briskly walking in front, giggling as she did so to let Steve know she wasn’t trying to get away.

“You just wait a minute, missy!” Steve ran to catch up with her. He put his arms around her and kissed her cheek. “You’re not getting away from me that easily!”

“Who said I did?” Kate asked. “I was trying to catch you!” Steve kissed the tip of her nose.

They kept walking till they reached a bench, then sat down. Kate wiped the sand off the bottoms of her feet and put her shoes back on. Steve sat very close to her, not wanting this moment to end, and wanting to make sure it didn’t go wrong. His feelings for Kate were getting stronger, but he didn’t know how she really felt about him. This could just be a casual date with no intention of it leading anywhere, and Kate might not even be remotely interested in having a relationship with him, but maybe that was not the case. She was showing some deeper interest in him than if she was only going keeping him around for company.

“Kate?” he asked.

“Yes, Steve?” Kate turned to him.

“I don’t know how to say this, but … I wanted to get to know you more, after Matt died. I didn’t think it would be right to do so. I didn’t know how you would take it, and then there was my work …”

Kate held up her hand. “There’s no need to say any more, Steve,” she replied. “I know how you felt. You did keep in touch with me after Matt died and visited me often. I knew it was more than just friendly concern.” She put her arm around him.

“I’m glad you said so,” Steve told her. He gently tucked some of her loose hair behind her ears. Steve stared for a few minutes at Kate’s blue-eyed face. At that moment in time, she was the only woman on Earth. It was then that Steve realized that this was not the end. There was tomorrow, and he should take things slowly.

“Let’s get out of here and indoors,” Steve said as he got up, keeping his arm around Kate’s shoulder. “Tell me all about how you got into ranching.”


The next morning, Steve awoke feeling happy and rejuvenated. He always greeted each day with enthusiasm, but this morning was different. He went home from his evening with Kate feeling invigorated, like he was starting a new chapter in his life where things were only going to get better. He pulled the curtains away and let the sunlight shine in, and went into the kitchen to make some coffee. It was the second of this three days off, and he had plans for the day.

He invited Kate to go sailing. As the schooner set sail, Steve couldn’t help but notice how it gave Kate’s brown hair a luster brighter than gold. She stood by the railing, looking out at the sea, so engrossed in the sight of the endless miles of waves that she did not notice Steve coming up from behind and putting his arms around her. She didn’t try to wriggle out or fight. She wanted him to get this close to her. She gently ran her fingers along Steve’s arm, onto the back of his hand. He held onto Kate as long as he could, snuggling his nose into her thick hair.

“You must love the sea,” Kate said.

“After my job, the sea is all I have left.” Steve’s became entranced by the waves.

Kate turned around, still locked in Steve’s embrace. “You could have more than just your job and the sea,” she said.

Steve’s face softened, and his mouth turned upwards in a smile.

“I’ll be here for you as long as you want me,” Kate told him.

“That’s a long, long time,” Steve said.

“I know, and I don’t mind at all.”

Steve leaned downwards and planted his lips onto hers. “You know,” he told her, “a relationship with a cop isn’t easy.”

“I’m not used to things being easy,” Kate said. “I’ve faced many challenges in life. One more won’t bother me.”

“You’re going to be in for quite a ride,” Steve said.



Off and Running

Written by H50 1.0 FOREVER


As soon as Kate opened the door on that cool, windy October evening, Steve knew that she was special. She wore a pale blue skimmer that reached her ankles. Her hair was pulled up, and a triple strand of pearls hung at her neck, while teardrop pearls hung at each ear. Steve smiled happily upon the woman, who looked as lovely as a debutante about to attend her coming-out party.

Steve had not known many women like Kate. She wasn’t naïve, yet she reflected the fact that she had been brought up in a sheltered manner and that she had continued to live in that manner during her marriage to Matt Holbrook. At the same time, there was the spunk that had propelled Kate to help Steve and Five-0 get to the bottom of the wrongdoings at Ko‘olau and that had convinced her that she could run Ko‘olau.

Kate was a bit apprehensive as she looked hopefully upon the tall, slender McGarrett. How handsome he looked in his evening attire. Yet, he seemed as uncomfortable as an adolescent on his first date as he presented her with a corsage and watched her pin it onto the shoulder of her dress. As she took up a silver clutch purse and slipped her hairs into a pair of three-quarter length gloves, he took up a white shawl and placed it around her shoulders.

Steve ushered Kate out to his car. To her surprise, it was not one of the black Mercurys that she had seen him driving about town. Instead, it was a vintage car, a 1940 Cadillac Series 60 Special.

“This is wonderful! Where on earth did you find it?” she asked him as he helped her onto the pristine leather seat.

“I bought it for a song from the widow of an admiral who was killed in the Japanese attack on Pearl Harbor,” he told her. “She had seen me admiring it as I walked past each day, and when a for-sale sign appeared in its window and I asked her its price, she quoted me a figure that was far below its worth.”

“She knew you appreciated it and would take care of it, and you have.”

“I do my best, but it’s not easy to find parts, anymore,” Steve explained.

“No, I don’t imagine it would be. I’ll bet she thought she was looking at an admiral in the making.”

“I’m sorry to disappoint her, but there’s not an admiral in me,” he replied.

Kate was surprised by his statement. Was it possible that he viewed as failure his not rising above the rank of commander?

“You’re too independent, aren’t you?” she asked.

Now, it was his turn to be surprised. “I don’t play the game very well,” Steve admitted.

“That’s a blessing, you know.”

“Is it?” he asked. “I thought it was a curse.”

“Otherwise, you’d sit around, sipping mai tais, telling war stories, and waiting for the criminals to come to you.”

Steve gave a brief laugh. “That will be the day!”

“Isn’t that what admirals do?”

“I’ve known a few who did,” Steve admitted.

“See? So, tell me: How many miles to the gallon does this get?” she asked.

“Gallons to the mile is a better description,” he replied. “The admiral’s battleship used less Bunker C.”


“Okay. That may be a slight exaggeration,” he admitted, albeit reluctantly.

She studied him with a grin that said she imagined he exaggerated frequently. She would learn that he did in his personal life, but not in his professional life. In his work, Steve was very literal and very by-the-book.


“Merdé!” exclaimed a voice behind Steve and Kate after a particularly difficult move.

The difficulty of performing The Rite of Spring is related to the irregular, constantly changing pulse of Igor Stravinsky’s music. The choreography has been called “physically unnatural” and is said to jar the dancers’ bodies painfully. As a result, ballet companies are slow to add it to their repertoires. Watching seemed to be only a little less painful than performing if the frequent moans uttered by the audience was any indication.

“May we leave?” Kate asked at intermission.

Steve nodded but said nothing, lest he not know when to stop venting his displeasure at what he had just seen. Instead, he said, “I have tickets to the chamber orchestra’s concert in two weeks. Would you like to go to that?”

“Yes. Yes, I would,” she replied, “but you have to come out, first, and take a ride on Dixie.”

“I take it Dixie is a horse.”

“She is, and she loves to run through the pasture. You have to be a good horseman to stay on.”

“Good! I’m game,” he replied. “Tell me: Why did you name her Dixie?”

“Because I bought her in Dixie – in Georgia. We hit it off so well that I bought her and brought her home with me.”

“Did she fly first class?” Steve asked with mock seriousness.

“No. She piloted the plane,” Kate retorted.

Steve threw his head back and laughed merrily. “Okay. If you say so. When may I meet Miss Dixie?”

“Would you like to come out to the house tomorrow afternoon?”

“I’ll be there,” he promised.


“According to this morning’s Star-Bulletin, less than half the audience remained to see the second act,” Kate told Steve as they rode their horses across the meadow the next afternoon.

“A siren went past my condo early this morning. I imagined it was one of the dancers having to be taken to the hospital,” Steve said.

“I had nightmares,” Kate replied. “I felt like I was in one of those surreal modern dances with red and purple organdy flowing all around me.” Suddenly and without warning, Kate called out, “Last one to the fence is a rotten egg.” Off she took.

“Come on, Dixie. She’s not getting away with this,” Steve said.

In a flash, the young mare broke into a run. Kate had not been exaggerating when she had said that Steve would require all his equestrian skills to stay on Dixie. This filly was not accustomed to coming in second place and had no intention of starting now.

“Your dad must be Seattle Slew,” Steve said, naming the 1977 Triple Crown winner, as they fairly flew across the pasture. Fifty yards from the fence, they passed Kate on her horse. Upon reaching the finish line, Dixie reared up and gave a happy whinny. “Atta girl! We showed them, didn’t we?” Steve declared as he patted her neck.

As Kate caught up with them, she looked on Steve with renewed appreciation. “You do know how to ride, don’t you?”

Steve nodded. “Once upon a time, my goal was to join the NYPD’s mounted force.”


“Really,” he affirmed. “In my dreams, Capone and Dillinger didn’t stand a chance against me and my trusted mount, Tornado.”

Kate smiled as she studied him. “What happened to your dream?”

“The Navy offered me an appointment to Annapolis. Besides, Capone was behind bars, by then.”

“Shucks!” Kate exclaimed.

“He never knew how lucky he was,” Steve declared.

“Some of the men you’ve arrested should have been so lucky. How do you nab men like that?”

“Carefully, very carefully,” Steve replied.

They spread a blanket by a stream and sat down to a repast of finger sandwiches and fruit juice. As they ate, Steve studied Kate.

“Did you ever dream that, one day, you would own and manage a plantation?”

“Not even once! Even after I met Matt, I would imagine that he would run it until he was old and gray. By then, we would have sons to take over. I would just stroll about under my parasol, looking out over…”

“Tara? Easy, Miss Scarlett,” Steve cautioned her.

“I was a teenager! That was my daydream.”

Steve chuckled. “Well, I don’t suppose it’s any worse than Tornado and me going after Capone.”

“Thank you!” she told him pointedly.

They both chuckled. As their gazes met, they burst out in laughter.

Steve leaned back on an elbow and studied her. She danced and rode horseback and ran a plantation. And yet, there was not an affected bone in her body. She was down-to-earth, exactly the same as she always had appeared at social functions, where Steve had known her (and Matt Holbrook).

“Do you have children?” Steve asked. He had not heard her mention them in the past, and he had seen no evidence of them on his several visits to Ko‘olau.

“No. It never happened for us,” she replied. “Do you?”

“No. Marriage and family never happened for me,” he replied.

“Do you wish it had?”

Steve nodded. “But no one wanted to share me with law enforcement. I can’t really say that I blame them. I kept terrible hours at Five-0.”

“I wouldn’t want a husband who was gone all the time.”

“That was the problem,” Steve affirmed. “No one else did, either.”