"Stop it" Danny muttered under his breath, fighting the urge to throw something at the man sitting across from him. Click, Click. Steve and that goddamn pen. The sound of him repeatedly clicking the pen..in...out...in...out...echoed throughout the otherwise silent office.

"Stop it" He mumbled, a little louder this time, and when the clicking ceased he felt his tension being to ease.

Steve studied the report in his hand, making sure Danny had dotted every 'i' and crossed every 't'. Not that he cared really, Danny was the one who was somewhat OCDish with the paperwork, but there was nothing else to do. No pressing case to handle and he was bored. He didn't know how to relax, how to be still and enjoy the the quiet. His thumb mindlessly clicked the pen..in...out..in...out. He paused momentarily when he thought he heard Danny grumble something. He raised his eyes to see if he had in fact heard his partner, but when he saw Danny was still focused on the paper in front of him he went back to what he was doing.

Click, Click...Click, Click

"Do it again..." Steve stopped abruptly and raised his eyes to find Danny glaring at him. "Do it again, g'head I dare you...I triple dog dare you to click that pen one more fucking time!" Danny could see the amusement in Steve's eyes, which partly made him want to take the pen and shove it up his ass.

Steve braced himself for a classic Danny rant. He had become so accustomed to them that he was starting to like it, if for no other reason than it kept him entertained while Danny had an aneurysm over nothing. Here we go. Steve tilted his head and furrowed his eyebrows, trying to give Danny his best "I'm listening to every word you are saying" face. When really it was the "You are so friggin ridiculous sometimes, do you even hear yourself?" face.

"Let me ask you a question, why is it that every time you decide you feel the need to feed your 'i'm a big bad super SEAL' ego I get stuck with all the paperwork? Huh? Do you think I enjoy this?" Danny flailed his arms about in a his usual highly dramatic fashion. "Do you think I enjoy sitting behind this desk, all hours into the night staring into this idiotic computer screen, twisting your latest bout of insanity into something that appears rational and strictly by the book? I'm no magician Steven but somehow, somehow I keep pulling so many tricks out of my sleeve to keep your psychotic ass out of trouble that friggin Houdini himself would be amazed."

Done?

"NOT to mention.."

Nope, not done.

"...that every single time that I try to submit the reports that I have so terrifficly ...and cleverly I might add...fictionalized, this modern day form of torture..." He flicks his hand towards the computer monitor. "...reloads the page and erases every Shakespearean word I have written. Then I have to start all over, forcing me to lose hours of precious sleep that I need to regain the energy it takes to keep your sorry ass out of the line of fire!" Danny had reached the climax of his ranting, he took a deep breath and continued in a more calm and rational tone. " So, I would appreciate it very greatly if you would stop clicking that fucking pen, so I can finish what I'm doing, go home, have a cold beer and forget that I have the misfortune of living on this godforsaken island...is that too much to ask?"

Steve eyed him curiously for a moment, and although he knew that his words would only get him another rant or possibly a punch in the face, he spoke anyway.

"Shakespeare Danny? Did you really just compare yourself to Shakespeare?"

Danny threw his hands up in the air. "Steve, I swear on all that is good and holy..."

"Coffee..." Steve interrupted before Danny could start on round two. "...you need coffee" Danny stared at his partner, mouth agape, eyebrows raised. He could feel his blood pressure spiking. Steve could almost see the steam coming from his ears. He rose to his feet. "Want some?" Steve chirped pointing at Danny. "I'm gonna get you some..." He then pointed to the other room and backed away towards the door. Danny's glare confirmed that maybe it was best for him to leave the room, coffee or not.

"Good idea...go, get out" Danny raised his hand dismissively and shooed his partner out the door. Steve bit back a chuckle and quietly retreated from the office.

It took Steve a few minutes to figure out the new Keurig machine that Kono absolutely insisted they get for the office. As the coffee finally dripped down into the cup Steve heard footsteps coming dow the hall. He glanced to his left and was surprised to find Duke, the older HPD officer, walking towards Danny's office.

"Hey Duke" The gray haired man stopped at the sound of Steve's voice. He let out a somewhat relieved breath to see Steve.

Steve noticed instantly the distressed creases on Dukes face. Steve knew that look. His eyes held something bad.

"Commander"

"You a'right Duke? You don't look so good"

Duke took a deep breath.

"I'm looking for Detective Williams..."

"He's in his office..." He watched as Duke slowly turned his head in the direction of Danny's office. He hadn't moved though, if Steve wasn't mistaken he would think Duke was terrified of something.

"Duke?...What is it?"

"Commander..." Steve felt his stomach turn as Duke's sorrow filled eyes met his own. "...there's been an accident"