This story ( in many parts.. ) has been kicking around my computer for a long time now, so I thought I'd finally get around to start posting it.

It's a case fic with a healthy dose of character stuff too. Hope you enjoy, and please read and review! :)

"All I'm saying, Monkey, is that when I was going to see my favourite bands, you didn't need all the flashy lights and cute European accents to sound good, okay." Danny said to his daughter as they waited their turn at the concession stand at Aloha Stadium. "And they certainly didn't have these dance routines, even when the band is five young guys. I mean, what is that anyway?" He continued ranting as they approached the counter.

"I'll take a popcorn, a pack of licorice, and a giant peanut butter candy bar, please." Grace asked the clerk, happy for the opportunity to stop her father's rant about her favourite band, who she'd managed to sweet talk him into taking her to see that evening.

Danny looked from his daughter to the clerk behind the counter, surprised at her order. "Grace, you hiding three more of your friends in your little purse there?" he asked rhetorically. "I mean, do you think you've got enough with the popcorn, candy, and chocolate already?" he inquired, although he was already reaching for his wallet.

Grace looked from the concession counter to her father. "You're right, Daddy." she replied. "I'd also like an extra large grape slurpee," she added looking back at the clerk, completely serious.

Danny chuckled. "Woah, okay there, babe." he put his hand on Grace's shoulder and looked at the clerk behind the counter. "We will take a small popcorn, a regular size candy bar, and a medium slurpee, please." He smiled as the guy shrugged his shoulders and complied.

"Aww, but Danno.." Grace started, in a bit of a whine.

He turned to her. "Gracie, you know what your mother will say if I bring you home so full of sugar, not to mention the fact that I paid a disturbingly large amount of money for these tickets, and even though these kids are no Sinatra or Bon Jovi, I don't particularly want to spend half the night crowd surfing to get you to the bathroom every ten minutes after something like an extra-large slurpee, okay?"

She sighed and nodded. "Okaay."

"Alright, good." He said a quick thanks and paid the concession clerk and handed Grace her snacks. "Let's go find our seats so we don't miss any of these boys matching outfits and dance moves, huh?" he couldn't help but laugh as he heard himself say that out loud. The only thing more embarrassing than catching himself say something like that, he thought, was if his partner were there to tease him about it the entire time. But thanks to a little white lie Danny had told him about the concert being sold out, SuperSEAL Steve wouldn't have a clue Danny and Grace where ever there in the first place.

"Daddy, what's crowd surfing?" the ten year old asked, as they walked back into the main stadium area.

"Uhm," Danny sighed. He was reminded of what crazy teenagers will do, and of how scared he was of the next eight to ten years of his daughter's life. "It's something that only crazy people do, okay Monkey, so don't worry about it." he looked at their tickets and then to a row of seats. "Row W, this is us, c'mon Grace, we're way over at the other end of this row, let's go." he said, ushering her in front of him down the row of seats. Selfishly, Danny was relieved when he learned that the only tickets left when he bought theirs were nosebleed. He knew Grace would still have fun, and he wasn't sure he could take two hours of screaming girls pushing their way to the pit to be oh so close to their teen heart throbs anyway.

It was only a few minutes after they were settled into their seats that Danny spotted him. It wasn't like the Hulk sized Hawaiian would be hard to spot in a group of tween girls, but it still took Danny by surprise.

Seeing Kamekona right in the middle of the sea of girls waiting at the front of the stage was not something Danny thought he'd see that night, that was for sure. And he certainly didn't expect to see the next familiar face a few minutes later, either.

"So which one's your favourite?" Steve asked, a sly grin already all over his face as he sat down in the empty seat next to his partner. "You like the Irish one, right Danno?" he continued with the grin getting even bigger, grabbing a handful of popcorn and popping it into his mouth at the same time.

"That's very funny, Steven." Danny replied, as he silently had a couple words with whatever power-that-be that put him in this bizarre situation. Grace said a very happy hello and gave Steve a hug while Danny was putting his snappy retort together.

"Tell me, what exactly are you doing by yourself, at a concert designed for young girls?" he asked. "Because I am here with Grace, but you don't have a young daughter, so that isn't creepy at all, is it?" he shot back.

Steve smiled again. "For your information Daniel, I'm not here alone. I'm here with someone who has moved past the physical stages of being a tween, but not so much on the emotional side." he laughed, lapping up every second of Danny's clear discomfort at the situation.

"Well, that's a very nice thing to say about your girlfriend," Danny chuckled sarcastically, thinking he'd gotten his good friend in a point.

Steve shook his head. "You know she's not my girlfriend," he started. And not Cath," he motioned down to where Danny had spotted Kamekona a few minutes prior. He was still standing in the same place. "The big guy can't get enough of the ballads, he cries like a baby every time he hears that stuff."

Even though Danny still wanted to be annoyed with his partner, he couldn't help but let out a little chuckle. "So what, he brought you as a shoulder to cry on when he starts crying like well, a twelve year old girl?" Danny didn't really mean what he was saying about Kamekona, but he figured their informant turned friend had gotten out enough haole wisecracks at him that he deserved a little ribbing back.

"Actually," Steve replied, "He has some connections and got us not only pit passes, but backstage passes too." His face was almost getting sore from all the smirking and smiling he was doing at the expense of his partner and friend. Almost, though.

"Whoa, what kind of connections are we talking about?" Danny asked with some concern in his tone, knowing enough about Kamekona's past.

"Relax, Danny." Steve replied. "The guy that makes his Shave Ice tee shirts also makes the shirts for this band, that's who he got the passes from." He looked at Grace again. "And I came with him because I was going to get a bunch of tee shirts and autographs from the band for Gracie, since you told me the show was sold out and she was going to miss her favourite band being on the island." He smirked again, knowing that he was continually one-upping Danny each time. There was never a lack of good natured competition between the two friends.

Grace gasped. "Really?!" She jumped out of her seat and practically jumped over her father to give him a big hug. "That's so cool!" She said, finally loosening herself from around his neck.

"Oh, don't thank me yet," he replied, smiling at Danny once again as Grace climbed off his lap. He looked way down at where Kamekona was standing, and then back to Danny and finally to Grace.

"Oh, no, no," Danny shot Steve an 'if looks could kill' face, knowing exactly what he was thinking.

"Gracie, how would you like to come way down there, to the very front of the stage with Kamekona and me for the concert, huh?" The entire time he was talking, Danny was behind Grace giving Steve every kind of silent signal imaginable that meant no. Steve knew what he was doing and ignored him, knowing it'd drive him crazy.

"Yeah!" She shouted, clearly extremely excited about the idea. "Thank you so much Uncle Steve!" she jumped up again for another hug.

"That is of course, if Danno says it's okay," Steve said, knowing exactly what he was doing.

Danny was still giving his partner the look of death right until his daughter turned back around to face him. "Can I please go, Danno?" she asked, with the biggest, most beautiful eyes he'd ever seen. And most difficult to say no to, he realized. With her mother's eyes coming in at a close second.

He let out a big sigh, and looked from his daughter to his partner. Knowing that Danny was scared, or rationally concerned, Steve spoke up before Danny could. "I'll make her hold mine or Kamekona's hand the whole time, and I will protect her from getting stepped on or anything else, I promise." Danny still wasn't pleased with the idea, but he knew he couldn't really say no to his Monkey. And he knew that if she was safe down there with anyone, it was with Steve.

"Okay," he said, as the lights flickered, indicating the show was going to start in a few minutes. "But if you come back and so much as a hair is out of place," he warned, but was cut off by Steve.

"You're over reacting, Danny." he gave his friend a reassuring pat on the shoulder as Grace gathered her snacks up. "If I can handle armed and dangerous international fugitives, I think I can handle some screaming tween girls."

Danny shook his head and smiled, realizing Steve didn't really know what he was getting himself into with the large group of screaming tweens. Finally, a point for Danny, he thought. He gave Grace a quick kiss and told them he was going to head out then, rather than sitting there alone. Steve agreed to drop Grace off at Danny's when they were finished meeting the band after the show, and then disappeared through the rows of seats with Grace. Since they weren't going to use them, Danny offered their seats to the people behind them and then headed out to his car in the parking lot.