The low hum of the fluorescent lights buzzed overhead as you made your way down the cold, sterile hallway of the Honolulu Correctional Facility. The air was heavy, and every step echoed off the walls, amplifying the knot of anxiety tightening in your chest. This wasn’t supposed to happen—Steve wasn’t supposed to be here. But here you were, walking through the doors of a prison to visit the man you loved, the man who had been framed for the murder of the governor.

You still couldn’t wrap your head around it. Steve McGarrett, the head of Five-0, always fighting for justice, was now the one behind bars. The evidence against him had seemed airtight, but you knew him better than that. Steve would never commit murder, especially not against someone like the governor, who he had respected deeply. But someone had set him up, and now you were determined to do whatever it took to clear his name.

As you reached the visitation area, your heart skipped a beat. There he was, sitting at a small table behind the thick glass, wearing a standard-issue prison uniform. Steve looked out of place here, his strong, broad shoulders hunched slightly, his jaw clenched in frustration. His blue eyes, usually so full of warmth and determination, were clouded with anger and regret. But when he saw you, a flicker of relief softened his expression.

You took a seat across from him, picking up the phone that would connect you through the glass. Steve did the same, his lips twitching into a small, sad smile as he brought the receiver to his ear.

"Hey," he said, his voice rough, though it softened when he spoke to you. "Didn’t think you’d ever have to see me like this."