Steve stared, glared, whatever; semantics, at his child and yes, she was being an obstinate child. "You need to see a doctor! You've been sick for almost three weeks!" he declared in a barely controlled shout. This "conversation" had been going on for ten minutes and he was truly close to losing his shit with her.

"I don't need to see a doctor, I'm fine!" Arianna shouted back, her hand signs large and pointed.

"The hell you are! You've lost weight and I'm not an expert but even I know that gray is not a naturally occurring skin tone."

"I said I'm fine. I was going to invite you to lunch, but I've since lost my appetite. Try not to get shot at," she said turning away from her dad.

Steve grabbed her arm, preventing her from leaving his office. "This conversation isn't finished, young lady." Taking a deep breath, he tried to calm himself. "Arianna, I'm concerned. We're all concerned," he said with a sweeping gesture to the rest of their ohana, who were not the least repentant at being caught ease dropping. "Even Grace said something the other night about how you look. You need to go see about it. I'll even go with you."

Arianna could almost physically feel the concern and worry emitting from her dad; she simply wasn't ready to accept it so she lashed out. "Quit treating me like I'm five. I am perfectly capable of taking care of myself. I managed to do quite well for twenty-one years."

Steve stood his ground. "I'll quit treating you like a five year old when you quit acting like one and sometime in the last twenty years, someone should have put you over their knee. Maybe it would have knocked some common sense into you. You need to see a doctor!"

"Oh, my, god! You are a broken record! Would you let it go! I'm fine!" Arianna wrenched out of his grip and stormed out of the office like a hound from hell (or a seriously pissed off Navy SEAL) was breathing down her neck.

He made to follow her when Chin's quiet, "Let her cool off, Steve," stopped him.

Steve turned to take in the team. "You see it too, right? I'm not imagining it?"

"Yeah, we see it; there's definitely something wrong," Lou answered.

"You're not going to get anywhere by badgering her. She's too much like you," Danny said.

"At least I have the good sense to seek medical attention when it's needed," Steve rebutted, ignoring the not so contained scoffs that followed his statement.

"Maybe it's a woman thing and she's embarrassed," Lou offered. Kono's eye roll caused him to flinch. "Well it could be," he defended himself, shifting slightly away from her.

Danny chuckled. "That wouldn't stop her. She's not the shy type. When we stopped at the grocery store a while ago, she very publically told Steve to grab some tampons for her since he was going to that section for his shampoo and she'd pick up the jock spray for him."

"I noticed you forgot to mention the Rogaine, partner," Steve snickered.

"Yes, Steven, I did and you'd do well to never mention that heinous word again in my presence."

"Would you like me to talk to her?" Kono offered, barely keeping her amusement in check. "Despite what Danny said, maybe she is uncomfortable telling you."

"Nah, Kono," Steve sighed. "I'll try again tonight first, but I appreciate the offer. We get anywhere with this cold case?" The sheepish faces he observed told him that they'd all stopped working when Arianna arrived and Hurricane McGarrett commenced. Sometimes he wished his team wasn't so nosey. "Well how about we get back to it then? There's something askew with the witness statement. It doesn't add up."

"Askew? You been reading Danny's word of the day calendar again?" Chin inquired, not fazed by the dirty scowl he received.

"Actually I have," Steve admitted. "Yesterday's word was phelonion but I couldn't figure out how to add it to a sentence."

"I don't even want to know," Lou muttered.

They all turned as an officer from downstairs walked through the doors looking very much like he was walking to his doom. "Commander," he cleared his throat and started again, "We don't mean to pry but several people have come to security to inform us that there's an emotional young woman sitting on a bench in front of the building. It's Arianna, sir."

Steve threw a shocked look at his team before addressing the officer. "Thanks, Tom, I'll go see to her."

Arianna didn't have a plan for what she was going to do after she bailed on her dad. It was probably a good thing as she barely made it to a bench before she started crying uncontrollably. What she hadn't told her dad during the argument was the real reason why she didn't need to see a doctor. It was because she'd already been to one.

One-Week Prior

Arianna sat numbly gazing unseeing at her doctor, trying so very hard to absorb what she'd been told. Slowly turning her gaze to Sharon, she hoped for a moment of sanity. She was denied. Even though the other woman kept interpreting, she looked as shell shocked as Arianna felt.

The doctor went on and on about her options; about the pros and cons of each choice. In the end, Arianna found herself sitting next to her friend in the car, prescriptions in one hand, pamphlets in the other, wondering what in the hell she was going to do now. Sharon's, "When are you going to tell your dad?" brought her out of her stupor.

"I have no idea," Arianna whispered.

Against her better judgment, Sharon left her friend at her home. Arianna sat on the couch with the brochures spread out on the coffee table in front of her. She had plans with Steve for supper but that was the farthest thing from her mind. She didn't move until the lights flashed, letting her know he'd arrived. She hastily gathered the papers, stuffing them under the cushion before getting up to answer the door. The doctor said she had a little time to decide so she was going to take advantage of that. She pulled the door open before Steve could ring the bell again.

"Hey, kamali'i wahine, you ready to go?"

"Yeah, I need to get my purse."

"So you still up for sushi?" Steve asked.

It was all she could do to keep from losing her lunch at the mention of seafood. "I'm actually craving tacos, can we switch?"

"Sure," he shrugged, "You want full on Mexican or Americanized?"

She paused in thought. "The real deal."

They ended up at their favorite Mexican place. Arianna managed to keep it together the whole night. It's not as though she planned on keeping everything a secret from her dad. She needed time to absorb it herself first before she could tell him. He was going to be so disappointed with her.