A long hot shower, dry clothes and some food made Danny feel human again. He felt comfortably tired now, as opposed to drained as he had felt earlier and he thought that perhaps he might hit the surf the next day after all. His back felt 100% better. A good night's sleep completed his transformation and he felt bright-eyed and bushy tailed as he loaded his surfboard into the car.

Several times during the day, as he caught a glimpse of a girl with long dark hair, Dan thought about Kamea. He wondered how she was and wished he had managed to give her his phone number instead of relying on her father saying he already knew Danny's number. That worried him – his private number was unlisted. How did Kekoa have it?

Mindful of his strenuous day the day before, Danny did not tackle the biggest waves and stayed away from the Pipeline. It was exhilarating and when Dan quit for the day in the late afternoon, any residual tension that had been left in his body was long gone. He felt totally relaxed as he tugged a t-shirt on and loaded his board once more.

He was relaxing in front of the TV – a very rare occurrence – when the phone rang. Sighing, for a cop was rarely totally off-duty, he answered. "Williams."

"I thought you said you weren't going to surf this weekend?" accused his boss's familiar voice. While teasing in tone, there was an undercurrent of concern in his voice. Surfing was not the safest of sports and Steve didn't understand the attraction.

"I changed my mind," Danny replied lightly. "How do you know, anyway?"

"Danno!" Steve exclaimed in mock reproach. "I have my sources."

"Which you clearly aren't going to share," Danny teased back. "I'm fine, Steve."

"No wipe-outs?"

"None worth mentioning," Dan denied. "Do you need me to come in?"

"No, not at all," McGarrett reassured him. "I just wanted to make sure you've had a good weekend."

"I have; thanks." Danny relaxed back into the chair cushions. "How about you? Been busy?"

"Nothing that won't keep until tomorrow," Steve replied. "See you then."

Smiling, Danny replaced the receiver. He wondered who had seen him surfing and then laughed to himself. Lots of people had seen him; there had been quite a few people there that both he and Steve knew. Word was bound to get back to McGarrett.

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Monday morning started with the usual staff meeting. Danny was quizzed about his weekend and told them about his encounter with Kamea, although he didn't mention her name. He enjoyed the badinage they indulged in, but was quite glad when Steve called the meeting to order.

"There was another hotel room robbed yesterday afternoon," Steve reported. "HPD are asking us for help. Chin, can you have a look into that please? Kono, what about the theft ring at the docks?"

"Caught them red-handed over the weekend," Kono declared. "Red-handed, bruddah."

"Good work," McGarrett praised. "Danno, I need you to work with me on the security arrangements for the Governor's ball."

"Right," Williams agreed.

The intercom buzzed. "Danny, there's a Kamea Kekoa on the phone for you," May reported.

Kono whistled. "THE Kamea Kekoa?" he asked, but Danny didn't reply. He didn't know the answer to the question anyway. He headed to his cubicle to take it away from prying ears.

"Danny Williams."

"Hi Danny, its Kamea," came the reply and Danny smiled.

"How's your foot?" he asked.

"Not broken and a lot better," Kamea replied. "Thank you again. You know, Danny, when Dad said he had your number, I thought you'd given him your home number, not your work one!" She laughed.

"To be honest, I didn't give him either," he confessed. "Your dad somehow recognised me. It wasn't until yesterday that I wondered how come he had my home number! I never thought about him giving you this one!"

"If I'd been in less of a state, I might have recognised you, too," Kamea confessed. "I'm not usually as hopeless as I was on Saturday."

"You weren't hopeless," Danny objected. "You were very brave." His sincerity shone through his words. A lot of women would have made a good deal more fuss than Kamea.

"Just to prove I'm not usually like that," Kamea rushed on, glad the detective couldn't see her blushing, "can we meet up sometime? I guess as a cop, you can't guarantee to make it, but when is good for you?"

"Tomorrow evening?" Danny offered. He suggested one of his favourite eating places on the beach and Kamea accepted with flattering alacrity. "7pm?"

"It's a date!" Kamea replied. "Listen, here's my number in case something comes up. I'm flexible, so don't sweat it." She dictated the number and he scribbled it down.

"See you tomorrow," Danny promised and found he was wearing a big grin on his face.

"So…" said McGarrett's voice. "Was that THE Kamea Kekoa?" He was leaning on the door, his arms folded.

Flushing, Danny shook his head. "You'd need to ask Kono," he replied. "I have no idea what he meant. She's the only Kamea Kekoa that I know."

"Then that's the first order of business when both you and Kono are both in the office," Steve ordered with a smile. He straightened up, moving back into work mode. Danny grabbed his notebook and pencil and followed Steve into the big office where, periodically, his thoughts strayed to Kamea as they discussed the up-coming governor's ball.