Arianna woke slowly, stretching each muscle group fully, enjoying the pull and give. She got up and put on her swimsuit, reveling in the fact that it was Sunday and she could put the world's troubles aside for one more day. Her grin grew wider at the thought of slipping into the ocean; one of the many perks of staying overnight at Dad's. She caught sight of the lump on the couch as she walked down the stairs. Knowing that both of the grumpy grumps would appreciate it, she set up the coffee maker on her way out to the water.

She hadn't been out for more than ten minutes when a six-foot plus SEAL pulled alongside her. Whereas she'd been doing an easy stroke, she didn't miss the challenge in the cocked eyebrow and smoothly slid into a more determined pace. Steve would never admit out loud that Arianna could give him a run for his money in the water.

The dripping pair was greeted by Danny, two towels, two cups of coffee and a glass of orange juice. "I fully expect blueberry pancakes for this room service," he signed.

Grabbing her glass, Arianna said, "But of course," right before she turned green, dropped the glass and threw up on the lawn just off the lanai. Steve rubbed soothing circles on her back while Danny cleaned up the mess of liquid and broken glass. He went to the kitchen, returning with a glass of water.

Arianna leaned back against her dad, taking a moment to regain her composure. She gratefully accepted the water, rising out her mouth a couple of time before taking a tentative sip. When it appeared the liquid was going to stay down, she said, "Well, if it wasn't before, the cat is definitely out of the bag now."

"I've never truly understood that saying but if you are referring to the bun in your oven, then yes, I know about it," Danny laughed.

Arianna blushed. "Give me a sec to get my aids and I'll get started on those pancakes."

"How bout I take us out before we have to get back to work," Steve offered.

"I can get breakfast, Dad. I'm pregnant not an invalid."

"I know that," he sputtered. "I just want to."

Arianna patted him on the cheek. "I know and I'll take you up on it when I'm as big as a house."

Both men focused their stunned gazes on her. She paled a little as her own words sunk in.

"So you're going to have the baby," Steve choked out.

"Yeah, I guess I am. That okay?" Arianna whispered worriedly.

Steve's face glowed with relief and happiness. "Oh, kamali'i wahine, that's more than okay."

"So, I'm going to be a great uncle, a very hungry great uncle I might add," Danny hinted.

"Well, we wouldn't want a potential babysitter wasting away now would we," Steve replied. "I'll help get things started while you take the first shower."

Arianna turned quickly to the house so both guys missed the distressed wave that settled over her at Steve's words. She said she was going to have the baby but that didn't mean she had to keep it, did it? She really wanted to sit down and talk with Steve. Unfortunately now was not the time; the kidnapping took priority.

Despite Arianna's strong protests, the partners wolfed down their food, each commandeering coffee to go mugs as they rushed out the door. Steve promised to check in throughout the day against her wishes. She'd mentioned going back to her place and he insisted that if she did, she had to come back for dinner if he was home. They compromised. Steve would swing by with take out at some point, case allowing. Danny wisely kept his counsel to himself.

Arianna cleaned up the breakfast mess, put away Danny's bed and made Steve's for him. Tired of being domestic in her dad's home, she gathered her stuff to leave and suddenly realized she had no vehicle. Her car was still at the palace from yesterday and she didn't have a set of keys to either the Marquis or the truck. "Well, hell," she stated to the empty room. Okay, plan needed. She'd walk home, get her bike, run the keys to Steve so he'd have transportation home and she could take the car to get groceries. Opening the door to do just that, she came face to face with Jerry.

"Your chariot awaits you, milady."

"How'd he sucker you into picking me up?" she asked as she closed the door behind her.

"He promised to check into something for me," Jerry told her.

"Well it's appreciated," she thanked him. Ever since his babysitting stint when she'd broken her hip, they'd established an easy friendship.

"Where to?" he asked.

"I need to get my car."

"To the palace it is."

H50H50

Steve and Danny made it to the corner before Steve remembered they'd left Arianna stranded. Jerry was first call and he eagerly agreed. It was truly nice to have ohana. The partners were the first to arrive at HQ. Being a typical Sunday, there were few others in the building so their voices echoed off the marble more so than when there were bodies to absorb the sound.

"So, are you going to be one of those batshit crazy grandpas that all kids love and all parents hate?" Danny inquired as they walked up the steps.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," Steve feigned innocence.

"Oh, you know the type and don't tell me you don't," Danny said.

"Honestly, I haven't a clue."

"You know, the ones who spoil the kid rotten, teach them to do crazy things, get them on a sugar high and send them back to mom and dad. That type of grandpa."

"Hadn't put much thought into it but that does sound like fun," Steve replied.

"What sounds like fun?" Lou asked coming up behind them.

"Being the parent that solely spoils versus the disciplinarian," Danny said. "We were talking about Stan. He lets Rachel handle the punishments."

"Doesn't sound like much of a parent to me," the older man grumbled.

"Yeah, you need to deal with the good and the bad," Steve added.

"What would you know, your kid is already grown," Lou scoffed.

"You'd be surprised," Steve muttered before saying, "Let's get this girl home," loud enough for everyone to hear.

H50H50

Arianna thanked Jerry again for the ride as she unlocked the car and with a salute, he was off. She toyed briefly with the idea of running up to the offices but thought better of distracting the team so she sent a quick text instead. The grocery store waited.

Steve glanced at his phone when it buzzed. Loved riding in the green machine! Got the car. Update me when you can.

Roger that

The rest of the day dragged for Arianna. She completed her shopping and all of the housework well before suppertime. She didn't even have the distraction of the hooligans (the kids that regularly hung out at her place) because she'd long ago declared Sunday a family day. She was about to start fixing something to eat when the lights flashed to let her know the front door had been opened.

Steve walked into the kitchen and wrapped his arms around his daughter like she was a life preserver. How long they stood there, she couldn't say. She finally coaxed him to the couch and handed him a beer. Sometimes it was hard to read her father; she couldn't tell this time if his reaction was because the case ended well or poorly. She was afraid to ask.

Steve eventually gathered himself together enough to sign, "We were too late. She was probably gone right after they sent proof of life yesterday."

Arianna snuggled into his side, moving his arm so it was across her shoulders. She twisted his t-shirt up in one hand to complete the connection. Steve relished the moment, committing it to memory. He hadn't got the opportunity to snuggle his girl when she was little and these rare instances he cherished. He absently played with her ponytail, continuing to sit with her in silence. Eventually he got up to go.

"I'm so glad you're my little girl," he admitted.

"I'm glad too. Love you, Dad."

"Love you, brat. We'll have dinner tomorrow and talk then, kay?"

"Sounds good. Try to get some sleep please," she replied opening the door for him. He gave her one more fierce hug before he left.