Authors Note:

So I know that all of you want Unexpected Reunion, but I'm kinda hooked on Hawaii Five-O at the moment, so I apologize. But anyways...

Disclaimer: Wish I owned 5-O, but I don't. If I did, then, let's just say, I would lock myself in a room with Steve and Danny...

Stress Relief

"Uh-huh."

That was almost the 50th time that Danny Williams has said that and the rest of the team was getting curious. Maybe even a little bit worried.

"Uh-huh." Make that 51.

5-O was just in the middle of wrapping up a case in the conference room, when Danny walked in, phone in hand and saying the same thing over and over. And over.

"Uh-huh." 52.

Just about the time Danny's partner, Steve McGarrett was going to interrupt, Danny said the magic words that lead the team to collectively sigh and all think the same thing; Thank God that's over.

"Yeah, alright….Yeah, you too...Yeah, bye."

Danny hanged up with a sigh and lightly put the phone back in his pocket. But before they could ask the what and who, Danny did something that, not only freaked them out a little, but also make them burn for the answer of who was on the phone.

Danny hit the table with his fist. Multiple times. He just hit and hit and hit and hit and hit and hit and hit, hit, hit, hit, hit. It was almost as if he was deliberately trying to put a permanent crack in the solid oak table.

His team just looked with wide eyes as Danny's gelled hair fell in his face and his fist turn the lightest shade of red. They didn't say anything as the hard thumps filled the tiny room.

Finally, breath hard and shallow, the blond detective abruptly stopped, stood up, pushed his hair back to it's original place, and walked out of the room muttering just loud enough for the rest to hear, "Going to my office." And with that, the short man left and closed the door as he entered his office.

Steve and the two cousins were completely baffled. What just happened? Danny wasn't usually one to act out in violence without a good reason.

After a stretched silence, there was a small, "Whoa," from Kono Kalakaua.

"Is something wrong with Danny?" Chin Ho Kelly asked with concealed concern and a raised eyebrow.

"I have no idea," Steve admitted. Danny seemed fine to Steve during the day. Happy even.

"Is there something wrong with Grace or Rachel?" Kono asked, just as worried as her cousin. But she also had an equal amount of curiosity that Chin did not.

"Not that I know of," Steve shook his head. "Danny just had Grace for the weekend and he said they had a great time. He didn't tell me anything about Rachel."

During the entire conversation, nobody moved. They just continued to stare at Danny, who was sitting hunched over paperwork, scribbling like mad. Apparently, he was now taking whatever was wrong with him out on the paper and not the table.

"Boss," Kono said, softly. "Maybe you should go see if he's alright."

With a small nod, Steve stood up and walked to his partners office with a determined air to him. Now that the shock has weared out, he was going to do whatever he could do to find out what was wrong with his partner. If there was something wrong, then Steve wanted to know.

As he entered the office, Danny grunted, "Whatever you want, I don't have. So please get out."

"What's with you?" Steve bluntly asked.

Danny glared up at the commander. "Nothings with me, Steven, so you should just wipe that face off."

"What face?" Steve demanded, indignant.

"Your aneurysm face."

Steve rolled his eyes at the term. "Well, I think I'm kinda entitled to have an 'aneurysm' face because of what just happened."

"Look that was nothing, okay? It was just...a little stress relief," Danny tried to explain, hoping this conversation would be over soon.

"Why are you stressed?" Steve asked, arms crossed, and eyes narrowed on his partner's once again clenched fist. "Everything okay with Rachel?"

"Of course not," Danny scoffed. "When are they ever?"

"Then what was the whole 'trying to pound a hole in the table' thing?"

Danny thought back on the whole conversation, regaining the frustration he expressed with his pounding fist. "If you must know, which I am almost sure that you don't, my sister is pregnant, again if I might add, and she apparently just called to freaking insult me! And I understand-I do; she's pregnant, she's hormonal but she's usually calmer than this! I mean, does that woman have no restraint?!"

This is more like Danny, Steve observed, smirking while he relaxed his posture. Flailing his arms and ranting loudly.

"And, then, get this, my mother was also there, and when I tried to defend myself, she freaking scolded me! She's fragile," she says, that I shouldn't be 'berating' her like I was! I didn't even get to say what I really wanted to say, so for almost an hour - an HOUR, I had to just sit there and listen to my annoying little sister call me a little short stick up the ass! She was always the rude one in the family, you know. Add that and the pregnancy hormones to the equation, and she can be a freaking man shark! Then-and then, when my sister finally decides to stop of verbal abuse, she says, 'I love you' like nothing just happened! God, I tell you, if she wasn't in New Jersey, pregnant, and protected by our mother, I would strangle her 'till she was blue! But, of course, that's not the only thing! Whenever is my life that easy?! Because, I will tell you, right before she called me, I was on the phone with, none other than, my fabulous and flexible ex-wife! Says I can't have Grace for almost two weeks! TWO! She says her and Step-Stan," Danny sneered at the mention of his ex-wife's new husband, "are taking Grace, young, innocent Gracie, to Chicago for a conference! Do you know that Chicago now has the biggest murder rate in the entire U.S.!?"

Steve rolled his eyes at his partners over-protectiveness.

"So, basically, my whole life at this very moment is just a big clusterfuck!" Danny growled, banging the table with his fist, and adding his forehead, with frustration.

Steve lunged at blond Jersean and tried to stop his banging before he got a concussion.

"Okay!" Steve shouted. "No use in getting wood into your forehead, brah."

With Steve's hand still on Danny's shoulder, the shorter man groaned and laid his head in his hands, giving up with being frustrated. He then groaned again, "I need a drink. No, better yet, I need to be in a drunken stupor and just wake up somewhere and forget about everything for a few hours."

Steve smiled and slightly chuckled, sat on the desk and patted his partner's back, trying to be consoling without laughing out loud. While Danny was still mumbling something about "damn her - both of her…" and "...'berating', I'll show her berating one of these days...'", Steve looked out the glass wall into the conference room, where Chin and Kono still sat. Steve's urge to laugh out loud, turned to urge to fall on the ground and chortle his lunges out.

The two cousins were still sitting in the T.V. room and had seen the whole thing. Ony things was; they had no sound. So they watched in horror as Danny shouted at his most controlled capacity at Steve. Then they almost had a heart attack when Danny started to bang, not only his fist, but now his head on his desk. By the time Steve had stopped Danny, the two cousins were clutching each other with panic, wondering if they should call 911. But when Steve turned to them, with a jittery smirk on his face; obviously trying not to laugh, the two officers relaxed and let go of each, sitting down wearily.

"Come on, partner," Steve said, slapping his Danny's back. "Let's get you some of those drinks."

"Okay," Danny mumbled, getting up with his shoulders hunched and his feet dragging.

Steve rolled his eyes at his partner. "Come on, we'll invite Kono and Chin, so you can have some more 'stress relief'."

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