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"And just when I thought this guy couldn't get any more crazy," Danny patted Steve on the back, a beer in his other hand, and a rare smile on his face, "He dumps a suspect in a tank in the ocean filled with sharks."

"That story gets better every time I hear it," Kono laughed, clicking her glass against Danny's.

Steve smiled at the memory. Yeah, it was completely insane- almost scaring his suspect half to death, but in the end it was proven effective.

He looked over at his sister to see what her reaction would be. If anything, she would agree with Steve's method of getting answers. But her face read nothing but distraction. Her eyes were faced towards the ground, and she hadn't raised the beer in her hand towards her mouth since her first sip ten minutes ago.

While everyone was distracted, he leaned over in his seat and asked quietly, "Hey, everything okay? Is your shoulder hurting?"

Kylie snapped out of her gaze and looked up at her older brother, "What? No. No, uh, I'm sorry. I was just thinking about something. You were talking about sharks?"

"Hey, Kylie," Chin said, "Any crazy stories about Steve from when you were kids?"

"Oh, there's got to be tons," Danny said, excited to hear what Kylie had to say about her psycho brother.

"Um," Kylie smiled and coughed, getting her head back into the game. All she could think about was her father's toolbox, it's contents inside it, and why her father had coincidently called her "CHAMP". But she was thinking too hard about it when she was supposed to be out and having a good time with Steve's friends. For her brother's sake, she pushed the thought of her father to the back of her head. "Steve made my first grade boyfriend cry after he kissed me on the cheek at recess."

Steve nodded, "I said I would pop the tires on his bike if he every touched my sister again. And you know what?" Steve glanced at Kylie with a smirk. "It worked. He never talked to you again."

"Even at 11 years old you were a monster," Danny said.

"He's been scaring off Mary's and mine's boyfriends since we could walk," Kylie grinned.

"You'll thank me for it later," Steve said.

"Hey, little McGarrett!"

Everyone's head turned towards the big guy who was walking over to their table. A mixture of confusion and smiles washed over everybody's faces when Kylie stood up to greet him.

"Hey!" Kylie walked around the table and gave the big guy a hug. "I was afraid you weren't going to make it and maybe ditch me for your pretty lady," Kylie elbowed him playfully and offered the seat next to Chin, "Sit!"

"What pretty lady?" Danny asked.

"When did you meet Kamekona?" Steve asked.

"Oh, we met this morning when I went to get shaved ice," Kylie sat back down in between Steve and Kono. "He said you told him about how ridiculously amazing I am, and then he told me that I was his favorite McGarrett." Kylie smiled at Steve.

"I never said that," Kamekona was quick to defend himself. "But she did help me score a pretty date."

"You got him a date?" Danny asked, surprised. "You truly are amazing."

"Her name is Lacy," Kamekona said.

"Can we get another round," Kylie waved over the waiter.

"And now I like you even more," Danny cheered.

Kylie giggled, and took another swig of her beer.


Kylie woke up with a slight headache and a queasy stomach. Okay, maybe she did have too much to drink last night. No. She did have way too much to drink last night and her sickness definitely proved that. The more she forced herself to wake up, the more she silently cursed herself out.

Last night, she couldn't help but want to get tipsy. She felt as if she had to make a good impression for Steve's friends, and she also wanted to get the toolbox out of her head before her mind could run wild with the idea that her dad might have been working on a secret case before he died that he now wanted her to finish.

As Kylie was finally able to sit herself up, her phone rang from her bedside table. Of course she forgot to charge it last night since sleep was her number one priority when she stepped foot into the house last night/this morning.

The caller ID flashed "Kono Kalakaua". Weird. Since when do I have her number? Kylie thought. She shrugged it off, thinking she must have gotten it from her last night, and answered it while racking her fingers through her hair.

"Hello?" She answered.

"Hey, Kylie. Did you still want to go surfing this morning?" Kono asked.

"Oh, shit," Kylie mumbled.

The memory flooded back to her. Last night, Kono and her were sharing all the stuff they have in common—surfing being their most prized free time activity. When they established that, they made plans to ride the waves early in the morning before she had to go into the office. Glancing at the clock, Kylie saw she was 15 minutes late.

Kono laughed from the other side of the line, "You know what? Don't worry about it. It sounds like you could really use the rest."

"No," Kylie shook her head, stood up and walked to her drawers. She pulled out an all black bikini. "No. I said I was going to go surfing with you, and we're going to go surfing. I'll meet you there in ten minutes! Don't go anywhere."

"Okay, I'll see you soon," Kono laughed again and hung up.

Kylie wrapped her natty brunette hair in a bun, got dressed, and started brushing her teeth all in about one minute tops. Kylie, with a toothbrush still in her mouth, stumbled down the stairs, and ran to grab her romper cover up from the laundry room.

Steve was sitting at the kitchen table, sweaty from his morning run, and drinking a protein shake. It was green and nasty. At least that's what it looked like to Kylie.

Steve scrunched his eyebrows at his little sister and her flustered state. She was mumbling to herself, brushing her teeth in the kitchen, and slamming washing machine doors.

"Hey, hey, hey," Steve stopped her from moving any further. "Take a breath. Where are you off too?"

"I was supposed to meet Kono this morning to go surfing and I'm late." Kylie spit in the sink and washed off her tooth brush.

"You're going surfing in that?" Steve said, eyeing her bikini disapprovingly.

Kylie scoffed, leaned back on her left foot and crossed her arms, "What's wrong with my bathing suit, Steve?"

"What's wrong with it? It's barely a bathing suit. It's loose pieces of fabric attached to string." Steve said, hating the revealed look on his sister. She may not be a teenager anymore—thank god he wasn't around for that or he might have had too many fights with his sister—but he still cared about how guys would look at her. And in this bathing suit, she was considered a piece of meat. "When you fall off that board, you're going to be flashing the entire beach."

"Well, I better not fall off then," Kylie retorted.

Then, Danny walked in without knocking and made himself comfortable in the kitchen. When he spotted Kylie, he did a double take—not realizing he was going to be walking in on his partner's little sister half naked. He couldn't say he didn't mind seeing her this way though.

Saying it because he meant it and also because he knew it would get on Steve's nerves, Danny said, "Nice suit."

"Thanks, Danny," Kylie smirked, slipping on the coverup.

She walked around Steve, who was giving his friend the "Not helping" look mixed with a "Shut the fuck up" look, grabbed a bottle of water and ran out the front door yelling a goodbye.

Kylie had brought her old surfboard she would use when she was a kid. It reminded her of her dad when he tried teaching her how to surf. However, not being the swimming kind of guy, Steve mostly taught her, but her dad was her biggest encourager.

When Kylie got there, Kono was already in the water. Kylie felt terrible for having Kono wait for her for so long, but Kono was quick to dismiss any kind of apologies, saying that it was no problem once so ever. Kylie still felt guilty.

When they finished surfing, Kono had gotten a text from Steve saying she didn't need to come into work for another hour, knowing she was out surfing with Kylie.

Kono looked at the text and smiled, "I should hang out with you more often."

Kylie rung out her hair with her towel, glanced at the phone, and rolled her eyes. "Hey, if you wanna hang out every morning for the rest of the week, be my guest."

"Well now that I have some extra time, do you want to grab a coffee?"

"Yeah, I would love to," Kylie said, slipping her cover up back on.


Unlike Kono, Danny and Chin didn't get the luxury of having an extra hour of their morning to surf, or sleep, or grab breakfast. Steve, Danny, and Chin were huddled in their separate offices, drowning in paperwork. The boring stuff almost made them wish that a case would come their way. Of course that would mean someone would be killed, and that would suck for whoever it was, but it kept them active…and made them feel silently guilty.

Danny started to notice a change of attitude today in Steve's behavior. Normally around two hours of boring work, Steve would be in Danny's office, relentlessly asking questions about Danny's personal life, pacing the room, or leave to grab lunch for the entire team. But today, Steve was an hour behind schedule. He never even left his desk.

Every time Danny would glance over his shoulder into Steve's office, Steve's face would be scrunched in confusion, eyebrows furrowed, and scrolling through his computer intently.

After having curiosity slowly eat him alive, Danny walked into his office. Steve looked up to see who it was, saw that it was only Danny, and went back to staring at his computer screen.

Danny took the seat in front of Steve's desk, leant backwards and folded his hands on his lap, staring at Steve like an all-knowing therapist.

Steve glanced up from his work and looked at his partner. Confused as to why he was in here in the first place and why he wasn't saying anything, Steve finally asked, "What?" after staring at each other for thirty seconds.

"Are you going to tell me what's wrong? Or am I gonna have to rip teeth out of you to figure it out?" Danny asked, shrugging his shoulders, like he wouldn't mind either of the two options.

"Nothing's wrong," Steve shook his head. "I'm doing paperwork. I'm doing my job, something that you should probably be doing as well."

"Really?" Danny nodded sarcastically, "Okay, so if I come over there and look at your computer screen I'm going to see a progress report about a case from a couple of weeks ago?"

Steve nodded, "Yeah you would." Danny called his bluff and stood up, about to make his way towards Steve's computer, but Steve stopped him before he could. Danny stopped in his tracks, a grin pressing against his lips. He knew it. "It's not the progress report I'm working on."

"Huh," Danny said, walking back over to his original seat. "And whose progress report would that be?" Steve didn't answer so whatever it was that Steve was working on it was important to him. So, Danny got a little more serious. "Is it your father's?"

Steve shook his head, "It's Kylie's." Steve ran a hand over his face after feeling an overwhelming wave of stress wash over him. "I'm looking in to everything I can find about her recent cases. After this week, there's been something that hasn't been sitting right with me."

"What's that?" Danny asked.

"When Kylie was telling me about Hector Rigali, she said something about a trade. Hector was on the phone with someone who wanted her."

"So Aaron wasn't the only guy after your sister," Danny nodded, filling in the blanks as to why Steve was so worked up. "Any idea who it was?"

Steve shook his head, "No, and that's what's so frustrating. I mean whoever it was had to be paying a lot of money for someone to think about going against Aaron Din. I've gone through all her case files and nothing comes up personal other than her escape from Aaron. After her early discharged she took a job at Military Intelligence like she said, sometimes doing side jobs for undercover work for the CIA."

"Sounds like your sister is good at what she does," Danny said. "Did you talk to her about it? Maybe she has a better idea about who it could be now that she's had a couple of days to think about it with a clear head."

"No, she's been through too much trauma…I don't want to bring anything up and cause her more pain than she already has."

Danny paused as he thought about how to say his next thought. He tried choosing his words wisely. "Steve, your sister was deployed in the Middle East and Asia, working with conditions that I would never be able to survive in. She's seen far more worst things than most of our country can imagine, and she's survived terrible beatings and torture that make my blood run cold."

"What are you trying to say?" Steve asked. He didn't like hearing about his little sister's suffering throughout the years she's been deployed. He's been there; he's seen hell. And Steve hates the fact that Kylie has seen it too.

"I'm saying that asking her a couple of questions about the mysterious trader isn't going to hurt her as much as it could if you don't get answers sooner rather the later."