By the end of the week, things were improving slowly at the McGarrett house. The migraines were beginning to lessen in severity, and, in turn, the nausea was better too. He was able to move around a little more, but was still under strict order from Dr. Pace to rest. While Danny and Callie were thrilled with his progress, their jobs were becoming substantially harder. A slightly better but still unwell SEAL wasn't exactly easy to manage.

"I'm going to die from boredom," Steve said from the couch three nights later. The entire ohana had come over for dinner, and they were sitting and talking in the living room afterwards. "From boredom and inactivity."

"Pretty sure that's not possible, superSEAL," Danny replied.

"I'm pretty sure it is. People aren't meant to stay this still for this long. It's unnatural. My muscles are atrophying as we speak. So is my IQ, for that matter. I've never been bored, never had time to be bored, and now I am. It sucks. I can't read, I can't watch tv, I can't use the computer, I can't run, I can't swim, I can't do martial arts. Hell, I can't have sex, or even-."

"Steve!" Callie said quickly.

"Sorry. No filter right now."

The group laughed.

"It would be a great night for a round of truths!" Kono said suddenly.

"Truths?" Max said.

"It was something we started when Steve first hired us. We started hanging out together…and drinking. It started off as truth or dare, but then we decided that wasn't any fun, so it just became truths." She got up and went to Steve's liquor cabinet, pulling out shot glasses and a couple of bottles. "Am I ok, boss?" She asked permission.

Steve waved his hand, "Fine. You know where everything is."

"I'm not getting the really good stuff, just the good stuff. Anyway, so here's how you play: Each person gets to ask a question. You can either answer—hence the name "truths"—or you can take a shot. Choice is yours. Who all is playing?"

Before anyone could answer, Danny added, "If you don't play, you have to leave the room. That's rule number one. Rule number two is that you can't lie. Rule number three is that this is a bonding game, not a game to gather information and then give it to an outside source."

"Also," Chin explained to the newcomers, "you can't get upset. This is just fun—no feelings are allowed to be hurt."

Kono also pulled a pile of papers from the liquor cabinet. "Here's our cheat sheets. If you can't come up with questions, look here for ideas." She put everything on the coffee table. "Boss, you're playing, but you're obviously not drinking. Pretty sure you're high right now anyway, so that negates you having to take shots." Kono grinned. "You're always the most honest one anyway."

"It's just because he's not shy and knows nothing about modesty," Danny said. "That's probably a Navy thing."

Steve shrugged.

"All right," Kono said. "Y'all want to let one of the newbies go first?"

The original four of Five-0 nodded. "Lou, you're up."

"So I just ask a question?" Lou said, picking up the list. "Hmmm…Ooh, I like this one: Have you ever been in a friends with benefits situation?"

Jerry: "No."

Danny: "No."

Chin: "No."

Steve: "Yes."

"Wait," Danny said. "Does that surprise anyone here?" The group laughed.

Callie: "No."

Kono: "Yes."

"Again," Danny said. "No surprise there either."

Max: "I'm not quite sure what that means, but I believe my answer would be no."

"Sex, Max. Have you ever had an arrangement when you slept with a friend, but you were both of the knowledge that you would never date?" Steve explained.

"Oh. I see. Then, yes."

The group roared with laughter.

"Okay, Jerry. Your turn."

"Umm…"Jerry said. "Biggest fear, phobia, or weakness?"

"Closed spaces," Danny said quickly.

"Spiders," Callie offered.

"Carsickness," Steve said.

"Snakes," Kono said.

"Being buried alive," Max said.

"Mice," Lou said. He pointed at Steve and Danny. "No laughing."

"Alright," Danny said, rubbing his hands together. "I'm up. Nobody's going to drink if we keep going with the easy questions. So. What's your most embarrassing sex story?"

"I'm drinking," Callie said, taking a glass.

"Me too," Jerry and Max chorused.

"I think I'll decline to answer as well," Lou agreed.

"Pansies," Danny complained. "Come on, someone has to give an answer."

"This one's all you, McGarrett," Chin said, taking a shot.

"Are you okay with this?" Steve asked Callie.

Callie grinned. "I'm actually looking forward to it."

"Fine. I was at Cornonado. It was after we'd graduated from BUD/S but before shipping out. A bunch of us were at a bar, and—like always—it was crawling with frog hogs—"

"Whoa," Grover held up his hand. "What, pray tell, is a frog hog?"

"Eh. A SEAL groupie, pretty much. They want to date, or at the very least sleep with, a SEAL," Steve explained.

"But the name refers to frogs, not seals? Why the difference in animal?" Max questioned.

Steve rolled his eyes. "It's not SEAL, the animal, Max. It's an acronym for Sea, Air, and Land—you know, where SEALs operate. And it's 'frog hog' because SEALs can be referred to as frogmen because of the amount of time we spend in the water. Google it or something."

"You had groupies?" Danny asked.

"Yes, Daniel. There are only around 2,000 SEALs. It's an elite group. We're in high demand." Steve smirked. "Now, moving on: So this girl approaches the table and makes it clear that I'm her choice. We talk, and drink—a lot. She's really pretty and she's southern—she has this great accent. She wasn't like the typical frog hog and I like her—I normally refused to have anything to do with them. One thing leads to the next, and we end up back where she's staying—she mentioned she was visiting family. Things went…well and I ended up falling asleep. We woke up the next morning to someone knocking on the door, saying, "Jules, honey, Grandma has breakfast ready…for you and your friend" and I realize that I know that voice. She was visiting her grandparents, and her grandfather was one of the BUD/S instructors. I think my heart stopped."

The group was laughing. "What did you do?" Jerry asked.

"Well, obviously, I was not going downstairs for breakfast. Jules thought it was hilarious. I scrambled, got myself half way put together, and headed out the window."

Chin was dying. "The window, brah?"

"I was out of options, Chin! Not to mention I was horribly hungover. I scale down a trellis, scratching my arms all to pieces with some kind of ivy that was growing there, and as soon as my feet hit the ground Commander Jones said, "Son, just what are you doing?" Quick thinker that I am, I tell him I'm practicing my E and E—escape and evade—maneuvers. He laughs—laughs!—and tells me to get inside, that if his granddaughter who was twenty-four years old thought I was good enough to sleep with, I was good enough to have breakfast with them. Jules is laughing from the open window, yelling, "He's a really sweet guy, Granddaddy!

Man, I wanted to crawl under a rock. The mortification didn't stop there though. Commander Jones said he'd known someone was in his house all night—'Once a SEAL, always a SEAL, son'—and had picked up on my voice during our, uh, time together."

Danny was howling. "'Once a SEAL, always a SEAL, son!'"

"Yeah," Steve continued. "It was a good time." He grinned. "So I ate breakfast with them, her grandmother cleaned and bandaged my scratches, and Jules said I'd made her trip. She's still a good friend, and any time I'm in Coronado I meet up with the Joneses for dinner…or breakfast. And Commander Jones still uses my story when he talks about E and E maneuvers."

"Boss, I don't think there's any of us that could top that one," Kono mused.

Their game continued, as well as the laughter, late into the night.