A/N: Hello Everyone! Thank you to those of you who have commented and alerted this set. I'm so glad you guys like the idea. Again I will say that it is all from a journal that a friend bought me called '642 things to write about' and it's meant to help writers through their blocks by giving them things to write about and hopefully fueling the creative process. I hope that comes through in this next set. Hope you like them! Tell me your favorite parts and I'll tell you mine!

Prompts 11 – 20

I think I got a little carried away with this one, and it got dark really fast…sorry about that. The beloved family tradition, however, was a family tradition of mine and so I have given it to Danny…and now I want pizza.

Tell a complete stranger a beloved family tradition.

"You see we, my family back in New Jersey, would get together every Sunday and have a big fat Italian feast. Wine and multiple courses and we would move from house to house each week with a different auntie taking a turn to have pasta Sunday, or an uncle firing up a hand made, wood burning, pizza oven to make individual sized pizzas that were never the same as the last and that all tasted like heaven, and we'd celebrate family, food and fun." Danny explained reminiscently as he paced with great agitation. "My best memories of being with my brother and sisters, and cousins and second cousins, came from these Sunday dinners."

Steve stood by silent, occasionally nodding as the beaten and bloody suspect sat, semi coherent, in the middle of the small dark interrogation room.

"You wanna try the best pizza you've ever tasted? You gotta try my family's pizza. You want to fall into a food coma because of the amount of pasta you just ate, taste my Auntie June's tortellini. You want to make some good memories and have a great childhood, make good wholesome kids into productive members of society, teach each other the value of togetherness and appreciating what you have with all the people and love that is around you; look at the Williams family mode. You must take a proactive role in the raising of those children; not just your own but the whole community. Look at me, product of a strict, catholic, enormous, yet loving, generous and thoughtful family. I am who I am because of up bringing!" Danny ranted.

Steve nodded.

"And then we come to you!" Danny yelled and shook the suspect whose eyes flew open at the sudden change in the Detectives tone. "You send your sons out into the street to run drugs to your dealers and you sell you daughter's bodies for your own financial benefits. You have a crime empire that I plan to squash like a bug. You don't deserve to call yourself a human being, a family man, or a father. You are not a productive member of society and you ruin the lives of children; your own children. I should kill you right here and now, and do the world a favor!" Danny yelled in the suspects face as he grabbed him by the front of the shirt. "But I'm not like that. I'd rather see you rot in jail, publicly humiliated and your financial stability revoked for the poverty of your illegal actions. I want you to know that I will do everything that I can to get your sons into programs to clean them up and set them on a right path, to get educated and see what good there can be in doing the right thing. I will see to it that your daughters become advocates for human right, that they live free of the confines of the sex trade and that they become pioneers of the women's movement because they have overcome the adversity and poverty that you put them into. I will see to it that you are charge with crimes against humanity, because you have been inhuman to your own children." Danny stated, pushed the suspect's clothing out of his hands with so much force that the man rocked backward in his chair.

Danny spat at his feet, the anger was radiating off his body as he punched at the air and walked back to where Steve was standing. "God I hate people sometimes," He spat to himself, cracking his knuckles and trying to take deep breaths to calm himself down.

"Are you going to tell us where you keep the girls locked up?" Steve asked calmly. "And where the boys are hiding waiting for your orders?"

"Or should we just rush into the farm up in Ewa with SWAT and guns, and not care who we might catch?" Danny asked and clearly struck a nerve with the suspect that sat before him.

"I personally like the Detective's plan, as I've been trained for that kind of mission, but I'm trying to change. So maybe you should tell us where they are."
Steve said calmly once more; never moving from his place against the wall.

"The children and the family are all up at the farm in Ewa," the suspect sighed. "The drugs are there as well. The brothel is also there. It's all there, but please don't hurt my family. My wife is pregnant again."

"Now you care about their well being?" Danny asked and laughed with disgust in his looks and on his tone. "Of course your wife would be in the middle of it, and how many of your daughters are pregnant as well?"

"Three of them."

"Are they yours?" Danny asked and balled his fists once more.

"Yes," the man stated summoning his last ounces of defiance and bracing himself for a blow from the infuriated Detective. "What are you gonna do about it? Kill the babies?" he asked with a smirk. "Where is the humanity in that?"

"It's another felony charge, Danny!" Steve stated as he jumped forward and grabbed Danny before he could strike.

"Get me outta here," Danny stated. "I need to shoot something!" he added as he stomped toward the door and Steve followed.

"Lock him up and throw away the key!" Steve stated to the guard just outside the room as he and Danny left the suspect alone in the dark.

I wonder who is really swallowing their pride in this one…

You have just swallowed your pride and done something you didn't want to do. Your friend wants to know why. The two of you are driving around an almost-full parking garage looking for a space for the friend's oversized pickup. Write the scene.

"Would you just tell me why I'm driving you around in my truck when you have a perfectly functioning car of your own?" Steve asked with a sigh.

"Why does it matter, you drive my car all the time anyways, so why not drive your truck for a change." Danny huffed as they pulled into the parking garage.

Many years had passed since Danny and Steve became partners, seen each other almost every day since they met and closed more cases, gaining more esteem, then either on of them cared to think about, but with time and comfort comes stubbornness and though Danny had always had a stubborn streak, Steve had acquired one as well of his own and he swore it was by osmosis.

"I told you, the Camaro is in the shop!" Danny lied.

"There was nothing wrong with it!" Steve stated, "Try another lie Danno."

Danny huffed, "it had a flat tire and I was too damn lazy to change it at 8am."

"Lie!" Steve sighed, "It wasn't even in the parking lot when I picked you up," he added and continued through the parking garage searching for a spot.

"Cause it is in the shop!" Danny snapped.

"How did it get there?" Steve asked.

"A tow truck," Danny stated sarcastically. "Look a spot!" he added and Steve pulled his truck into it. "Okay, now put this on." Danny said and shoved Steve's Kevlar vest into his partner's hands.

"What, why?" Steve asked with confusion as he stared down his partner. "I thought we were just coming here to pick up a birthday present for Kono."

"With my luck we'll get shot at. Just put on the vest." Danny stated.

Steve was about to do as Danny had requested when the bright silver Camaro caught his eye and he realized that Grace was driving it around the lot looking for a parking spot.

"Daniel," Steve stated questioningly as he turned to his partner who had sunk down into the seat to not be seen, "why is Grace driving the Camaro and why are you stalking her?"

"Because she gave me the look this morning that pleaded and said, 'Daddy can I please take the car to the mall this afternoon,' and what was I supposed to say?" Danny answered honestly as he swallowed his pride. "She just got her license; this is the first time she has been allowed to take the car out on her own. I am stalking her because I want to make sure she's safe; that's my baby girl driving my car!"

"And…?" Steve asked.

"Okay, so maybe I thought we could get here first so that she doesn't think I'm stalking her. We both need to get a gift for Kono and I thought that if we showed up dressed like we were working, Grace wouldn't be suspicious, and we could go on a walk about, just happen to pick something up for Kono and if Grace did ask us why we were there, we'd tell her we were just checking on a tip before heading to Kamekona's for verification." Danny sighed and stared out the wind shield as Grace found a parking spot and she piled out of the car with several friends.

"You know I have work equipment in that car." Steve stated.

"I cleared it all out before I lent it to my daughter." Danny sighed.

"And how did you guess this was the one mall, of all the malls on this island that Grace would come to?" Steve asked.

"I made her tell me exactly where she was taking my car and I told her she had to be at HQ by 5:30pm to pick me up from work, no later, or she'd never get the car again." Danny explained.

"So this is why you didn't want to go shopping at the police surplus store for Kono?" Steve asked.

"No, that was a stupid idea in the first place! Kono's a girl; girls want nice things for their birthdays no guy things. At the very least you get a girl chocolates and flowers on her birthday, but even then sometimes you can get in trouble because they see right through it and know that you didn't put any thought into the gift. They have a sixth sense about things like that. We need to get Kono something special, and pretty, and girly or she'll think we didn't put any thought into it and then we'll be in the dog house and it's never fun to be in the dog house." Danny explained as he rolled his eyes, "can you ever tell you've never been married."

"So not a new holster or hand cuffs?"

"No!"

"Not even if they are pink?"

"When have you ever seen Kono use anything pink and girly while on the job?" Danny asked. "Girls think they have something to prove, while working with men, so Kono will be just one of the guys on the job, but she's still a girl and she deserves to not feel like one of the guys on her birthday, so never by a girl something you would like to get for your birthday, but rather, something that you think is a complete waste of money because it's not practical. If it sparkles you're good to go. If you can shoot someone with it, you're so not trying hard enough."

"Never…are you sure?"

"You should NEVER mix work this birthdays in the girl universe; its bad news." Danny explained.

"Okay mister smart ass, what are you going to get her?" Steve asked.

"A bracelet I saw her eyeing the last time we did a walk about in this mall." Danny stated. "If not shoes, and yes I have her shoe size because Grace went shoe shopping with Kono last week and got her size and aimed me toward a pair of purple stilettos that have a bedazzled strap. I have the picture saved to my phone so I know I'll get the right pair."

Steve looked at Danny skeptically, "you've put way to much work into the whole shopping and stalking thing."

"And I wont be in the dog house because of it," Danny said, fastened the Velcro on his vest and climbed out of the truck and headed for the mall entrance. "Just put the vest on and follow my lead and you won't be on Kono's bad side either. I have it under good authority that Chin and Malia bought a spa package for Kono. She gets a three day all expenses paid stay at a resort on Maui with a friend, with massages, and manicures, and even a night out clubbing."

Steve's eyes grew wide.

"And you were gonna get her a gun…wow." Danny said and shook his head.

Steve sighed to himself, threw the vest over his head and fastened the straps; swallowing his pride did as he was told.

I was feeling extremely sentimental while writing this…those of you who follow my other stories will know why.

Pick a small object to be given one day to your great-grandchild. Write a letter to that child explaining why you have chosen this object.

Danny rolled his badge over in his hand. It wasn't his first and it wouldn't be his last, but it did have a lot of sentimentality attached to it.

Danny reached into his desk drawer and pulled out a sheet of his personal stationary, and yes Danny was old fashioned in that he had stationary and could appreciate the charm of a good, old fashioned, hand written letter. Taking a pen from his desk drawer, as well, he began to write.

Dearest One:

You may never know me, or perhaps you will, but I want to tell you about the legacy that I leave for you. If you learn anything from me it is to be adaptable, that love will follow you wherever you go and to expect the best from people, and nothing less.

When I was young I lived in New Jersey and I loved my life there. I never though I would ever leave. I had my whole life planned out and it all revolved around New Jersey, but then the world changed and fear became a normal thing, two towers, three states and mullions of people changed on American soil, but that was all before your mother, or even your grandmother, were even born. I was a cop then and I'll be a cop until the day I die, but even after World Trade I never thought I'd leave New Jersey because I felt an even stronger connection with the people of my state and my brother states. I may never know if you see Jersey, I hope you do, but if you don't know that you'll always find love wherever you go and that you have much family in the great state of New Jersey.

Shortly there after I married your great grandmother, Rachel, and we had your grandmother Grace in 2003. I thought I would have a large family, that we would eventually buy a house and that we would be happy forever, but things change and again I had to adapt. I will always love Rachel, she was the woman I had always dreamed of meeting, and though our marriage didn't last and we fought some severe battles, she will always be my one and only wife and the mother of my Grace.

In 2010 we moved to Hawaii. I hated the idea but it probably was the best thing that had ever happened to me. I came to this state to be with Grace, because Rachel had moved on, married again, and her new husband had taken my daughter to live with them in a tropical paradise. I didn't see it as paradise, not until much later, but I see it now. I do love Hawaii. Being here has done great things for me and I've done great thing by this badge. I want you to have it; I want you to know how the Williamses went from Haole to Kama'aina. How we became Ohana with a bullet wound and by the inception of a task force that changed the face of law enforcement in this great State. I want you to know that I never really understood that people could be the best I had ever imagined, and I expect them to be that way because they expect it of me.

Thirteen years have past now, since Five-O came to be, and I'm sure you will hear of it when you come into this world. It is here to stay. My baby Grace is now twenty one years old, I don't know where the time when or how she became such an amazing woman, but the time flew by. She graduated from high school, got into the academy right away and is now a cop; like her father. She's getting married to a man that I never thought I would ever like, and I am surprised to be writing this, but I love Mitchell. He is also a police office, one year older then my baby, but they are in love and they are ready to start a family. For the longest time I thought I would hate the day when I would have to let my little girl go, and in a way I still do, but the panic that surrounded it is gone now. I know that they will be happy together; I know that she will be well taken care of, and I know that she is a strong, independent, woman with a badge of her own. I also know that should anything happen to her, and if she ever needs her Daddy, I will be here for her. One day, from the child that we know that Grace is carrying, you will come into this world. I will see my grand child born and I am excited, but I may never see you; only time will tell. This life is uncertain, and I find myself on the brink of adapting once again; adapting to a new name, to a new time in my life and a new adventure. I will be Grandpa Danno and I'm sure my fears and anxieties will return because I will now have a grand child, a girl, and maybe she too will carry on the family legacy and become an officer of the law.

Yes I am an officer of the law. I have more arrests then I care to remember and I have seen my fair share of in justice, but I've also seen my share of the good that can come from people. This badge, this task force, will always be what it is; a symbol of justice, of change and of family. We have seen new members come and go. We have had highs and lows but we have become family and whether I live through my next case or not, which is always the worry as a cop, I am proud of what I have accomplished. I am still young enough to carry on with my profession. I am still content enough to work with the same people every day and help the people that have come to accept me as one of their own. I will always be proud of what I've done here and I want you to be proud as well.

This badge I leave to you as a symbol of what this family has become and what you need to do to keep these islands safe for the next generation. I leave for you the memories of New Jersey and the hope for the future of Hawaii. I leave this to the children of my children's children, to carry on where I left off.

I want you to know that though I may never know you, or huge you and kiss you, I love you with all my heart and I hope that the future is bright and exciting for you and your family.

Danny wrote until he saw his boss, and best friend, burst through the office doors.

"Hey, here…" Steve stated and tossed a bright, new, shiny badge across the room and Danny caught it, "…don't loose this one!"

"Says the man who has lost twelve in the ocean alone because he flies into action without depositing his belonging on the beach or dock, or boat, first," Danny retorted.

"Whatever, Daniel, you've done the same thing for years!" Steve laughed, "Now come one, we have a new case."

I feel like this one is just awkward….

Describe yourself in the third person-your physical appearance and personality-as though you were a character in a book.

"Whoa, you take that back! Daniel Williams is not a wimpy man! He is however fair skinned, fair haired and from the east coast. He is ruggedly handsome and what we of a certain height class like to call 'fun sized'. When it is too damn hot, we melt. When it is too damn sunny we turn into vampires but we are not, repeat, not wimpy! Danny Williams is an amazing man and will not change for anything. Hawaii needs to change for Danny Williams."

"And Danny Williams needs to suck it up and stop talking about himself in the third person because it makes Danny Williams seem conceited and extremely strange." Steve stated with a rolls of his eyes.

This one makes me giggle.

Describe something you wanted badly and, once you got it, never used.

"Come on Steve, haven't you done anything normal in your life?" Danny asked in a huff after Steve had apprehended a suspect by drop kicking a tire swing in the park and having it completely knock out the fleeing suspect. "You swing in a tire swing, you don't drop kick them! Bad Steven," Danny added mockingly.

Steve rolled his eyes.

"You never played in the park when you were a child, did you?"

"I did!" Steve answered defensively. "In fact, my dad and I built an awesome jungle gym in the back yard once. We worked so hard because I had wanted it so badly. I think I wanted to build it with my dad more then I wanted to play on it. Once it was built I think I used it once and released it to Mary for her play house and I moved on to other things."

"Like army men in the sand box, or target practice?" Danny mocked.

"No, I kicked guyed like you in the ass as I hobby." Steve winked.

"And that bullying behaviour has never ceased."

It kinda makes you wonder where the technology is heading.

Describe an electronic device in the future that you won't know how to operate.

"Stop laughing at me!" Danny yelled as he threw his phone at the dash and cross his arms over his chest. "It's not funny. So I still don't know how to use this new phone. What was wrong with the old one?"

"It was out dated and wasn't going to work with the new programs have been purchased to upgrade the smart system at HQ. We need to be at the cutting edge if we want to keep our edge." Steve shrugged.

"And then next year you'll make me get another brand new phone, but this time the phones will be implanted directly into our ears, eyes and finger tips, with any possible surface being the display of what will soon been know as the bionic smart phone and I still wont know what is going on!"

"That actually sounds really cool."

"Shut up!"

I was told by a Hawaiian that they do have tornadoes in Hawaii. We were in Minnesota at a conference and the sirens freaked me out because we don't have those where I'm living.

A storm destroys your uncle's shed and kills his six-year-old son. Describe the colour of the sky right before the storm hits.

"Of all the things you could be afraid of, Daniel, you choose a little thunder storm." Steve sighed as he looked outside and watched the trees swaying in the violence of the wind; illuminated by every flash of lighting.

"I'll have you know, this is a completely rational fear. When I was younger I visited my uncle in Oklahoma one summer, a summer that ended up one for the record books." Danny stated as he scanned Steve's place for the farthest location from the windows he could find and scramble into if need be. "We were lucky to survive. My cousin was killed, he was six. I never in my life saw the sky that colour before. It was a sickly green, like someone had taken a paint brush and painted a stroke of green across the sky dividing the darkness from the light. The white clouds hovered under the green and the dark clouds hovered over it. Then before we knew what had hit us the storm was on us. Later I learned that those were just down drafts and microbursts but the dark grey sky bubbled and pulsed almost as if it had been living. The tornado rolled in later like a freight train. My cousins and I had been playing out by Uncle Frank's barn. My littlest cousin Mikey had been hiding behind the shed when the green sky moved in like a curse and the shed fell on top of him. We got him out but we had to get down in the storm cellar as the sirens were going off. Mikey was hurt pretty badly and we couldn't get him to the hospital. He died that night after the ambulance finally got to us."

"So it really is a rational fear of storms," Steve stated.

"I was eight when it happened and Mikey was the first encounter with death I'd ever had. So yes, I'd say I'm rationally scarred for life by the green skies that I saw that day, and hadn't seen anywhere until we saw them today as this storm started to roll in." Danny practically yelled as another crack of thunder rattled Steve's house and the emergency sirens started to sound on the island of Oahu.

I've always been a fan of a good tree with character to it, but the ones that you see all over most cities that are well manicured and fenced in make me sad.

Name the trees that stood in the neighbourhood where you grew up.

"I lived in the suburbs with my parents. All the trees were the same; well manicured and exactly five feet from the next, so yeah I find the Banyan trees that spring up all over the island quite festinating." Danny said as he watched as another huge tangle of branches and trunks pass by the car. "Palm trees are boring but the banyans are pretty damn cool." He added.

"Mary used to say the Banyans were wise old trees and she'd name them after the wise men in her life." Steve explained, "But her favorite was the one tree in our neighbourhood. She named it Kupuna Kane, after our grandfather Steven; whom she had never met, but who my dad talked of often. We learned of him from the memorial in Pearl Harbor, but Mary knew him through that tree. She used to say she could feel the soul of the tee and it was our grandfather. As I got older I chalked it up to her imagination but thinking back on it, maybe she knew something I didn't." Steve said as he absentmindedly drove through the streets heading toward his house. "The Kupuna Kane tree is right over there and it hasn't changed since I was a boy," he added as they past the banyan tree.

"That is a really cool tree," Danny smiled.

Poor Max is all I'm going to say…also if you don't know what NAMM it's a music trade show. Very cool.

Write a scene in which a woman is fired after only a week on the job. Just a week earlier, the same person who is now firing her was very persuasive in convincing her to take the job.

"Max, you look positively put out, what's the matter?" Steve asked as the down trod coroner walked into the Five-O office.

Steve had learned his lesson a long time a go, not to ignore the poor man or risk another round of the silent treatment and wondering what the hell he'd done wrong.

"Don't answer him, Max; he's just going to make fun of you for it!" Danny stated as Max handed over the files that he had brought with him. "So how are things with Amber?" he asked trying to cheer up Max.

"Amber and I are no longer on speaking terms thanks to the fact that I had to fire her this morning." Max sighed sadly.

"But you were so sure she'd be great. You were mesmerized by her smarts, you were so happy only a week ago when you talked her into applying for the position, what happened?" Steve asked, "She has only been working with you one week!"

"Amber didn't tell me that she wasn't a fan of Mozart, Rachmaninov and Liszt. Or that she had an incredibly scary temper, or screamed like a banshee when she didn't get her way. Amber also failed to tell me that she was a clean freak, worse then me, had severe OCD when it comes to her stuff and whistles completely out of tune the whole time she is working, but if you tell her she's out of tune she swears up and down that she has perfect pitch and that you are the one who is incorrect." Max stated with frustration on his tone. "She moved all my tools. She purposely shredded all my sheet music. She complained my piano was constantly out of tune and, to top it all off, she told me that Star Trek was juvenile and dumb! I tried to keep my cool, tried to calm her down, but she just went off the deep end and I had to fire her."

"That bitch!" Danny stated.

"She needed to be fired!" Steve added.

"I can't believe she shredded all your music." Danny added in shock.

"Tell me about it. It's going to take me more then a week to undo the damage she had done in my lab alone. I have to re-nest and put my man cave all back together again but that won't bring my music back." Max sighed. "she even went so far as to tell me that I wasted my money on an ugly yellow Camaro when I could have gotten a pretty red mustang convertible that she could match her lipstick to."

"NO!" both Danny and Steve gasped in shock.

"It's true!" Max stated, "So I fired her and I've sworn off assistants for good. I may also ban all women from entering my office all together."

"What about Kono?" Danny asked.

"She'd be the one exception."

"Good man, she's usually the one exception." Danny smirked.

"I told you amber was a bad move," Steve stated and shook his finger at Max, "you met her at a medical conference, not comic con, it was a bad omen to begin with, but you were so happy, in love even, and now look at what happened."

"You did warm me," Max sighed, "and I should have listened. I've learned my lesson."

"Also it's never good to work with someone you are romantically involved with," Danny stated, "it just leads to bad break ups and low self esteem."

"And completely ruined concertos," Max added. "That was hundreds of dollars worth of music she put through the office shredder."

"I feel so bad for you Max. Maybe next spring we should head over to the mainland for the NAMM show." Danny stated and clapped Max on the shoulder, "we could replace some of that music you lost and maybe pick up some music chicks, they have to be better then medical chicks."

"I'm off women for now, but maybe by NAMM I'll be ready to date again," Max sighed but he tried to smile.

"That's the spirit," Danny winked. "Until then I say unto you in the words of many divorcées, 'bitches be crazy'!"

"I completely agree," Max nodded.

"What the hell is NAMM?" Steve asked thoroughly confused.

Danny and Max just rolled their eyes and flipped open the file that Max had brought with him.

Well this is the last one for this round. Hope you liked it. Stay tuned for 21 to 30 to come soon.

So, when I read this prompt I said to myself, 'whoever came up with this must have been drunk' and then Danny spoke to me…and I promptly had another drink.

Write a short story that is set in Argentina in 1932, in which a teacup plays a crucial role.

"It was Argentina in 1932 and my Grand Father was on leave from the Navy," Steve started his story, after a few too many beers and, he and Danny had moved onto shots.

"Whoa, wait, how did you know it was in Argentina in 1932? You weren't even alive then; hell neither was your father!" Danny slurred, but was still correct. "Hell, if your dad was alive he would have been 79 years old when he died…he wasn't right?"

"What?" Steve asked as he rubbed his eyes and shook his head as if that would fix the way he was hearing things.

"That's assuming he was like one when your story takes place. Was your dad alive in 1932?"

"No!"

"Okay then. So how does he know it was Argentina in 1932?" Danny asked.

"What?" Steve asked again,

"I'm just saying, these are all hind sight or hear say or rumors, because your grand father died in like 1941. So unless your dad was like super old he probably wouldn't really remember the stories so how can you be sure it was Argentina in 1932? It could have been Alberta in 1982 or Alaska in 2002."

"This story is about my grand father, not my dad!" Steve stated.

"But neither you, nor your father, knew your grand father!" Danny wavered in his chair but caught his balance.

"Danny you need to stop talking so much and so fast," Steve sighed and grabbed his head, "or maybe I need to drink more to drown you out."

"I'm just saying, your grandfather was dead, your father was very young when he knew his father so how would you know if it really happened in Argentina in 1932?"

"Because my grand mother was alive and she had a tea cup from Argentina!"

"Oh! Okay, now I get it. Proceed with the story!" Danny stated with a wave of his hand.

"Which story?" Steve asked after another tequila shot and he squinted across the table at Danny who slammed back his own shot and ordered another.

"The one about the time you threw Joey in a shark tank! That one's funny."

"Yeah it totally was!"