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"What you saying, brah?" asked Kono with a raised eyebrow.
Danny raised his hands with an air of complete innocence. "Absolutely nothing."
"Wise man," said Chin.
"Speaking cuz?" asked Kono in a deceptively calm tone, her attention now firmly on her cousin.
"Not a word."
Danny covered up his snort with an ill-disguised cough and McGarrett took that moment to arrive, head in a folder. Looking up, he felt something was off. "Yes?" he demanded to know of his team.
Danny stood from his deak, wiping his hands on his pants before stepping forward. "She" – he made it clear who "she" was with gun fingers ablaze at Kono – "is all yours."
He finished off this grand statement by swinging his arms around to his boss. "I'm off to pick up Gracie."
With Chin studiously fiddling with the various knobs on the panel before him, Steve raised an eyebrow at his pregnant agent.
"Don't ask me," said Kono, digging into her bag of pretzels before turning – not as quickly as she once might have – on her heel and disappearing down the hall.
Releasing his breath in a rush, Steve ran his fingers through his hair. "What was it this time?"
"Danny mentioned how Kono was filling out," said Chin, his eyes never leaving the screen, his fingers still tapping away.
"I like her better like this," reasoned Steve, throwing out his arms, the file narrowly missing the filing cabinet. "She's not a bag of stick and bones."
It was now the native Hawaiian swivelled in his chair. Resting his arms on the back, he eyed his supervisor.
"Word of advice brah – don't tell her that."
Finito.