Steve had been working on his old Marquis ever since he'd gotten back to the island. Danny's fingers just itched to help his partner get the p.o.s. to run, but he never verbally offered to help. He knew Steve was having problems finding parts and so he covertly left business cards of parts suppliers for Steve to find, but obviously Steve wasn't good at finding or Danny was too good at hiding. It took every ounce of willpower Danny had to keep from laughing his ass off when Steve opened the package Danny brought in with him. The look on the guy's face was priceless.

"Now, I'm no gear head (oh, wait, I am), but that doesn't look like a master cylinder to me," Danny causally stated, trying to keep the laughter out of his voice even if he couldn't hide his smile.

"That's cause it's a clutch plate," Steve retorted. Pulling out a file, he made Danny verify the wording on his printout, hoping to salvage his pride. It didn't work out that way cause Danny couldn't stop himself from berating the goof for ordering off the internet.

Still laughing to himself, Danny casually threw another business card out, this time on top of the clutch plate so Steve couldn't miss it, as they headed out the door for another case. He had a brief thought that maybe he had overestimated the man's intelligence or at minimum, his power's of observation.

Danny wished he could pull on the earlier humor, but he just couldn't as he watched Steve pull a decapitated head out of a box. No one deserves that. They had two John Doe's on this case, the head in the box and the driver of the car the box came from. While Kono and Chin worked on the box man, Danny and Steve tried to find information on the driver. There was something about the dying man that struck familiarity with him but he couldn't piece it together. When Max brought up the grease and oil under the vic's nails, little alarm bells in his head went off again, but still nothing concrete. Danny pushed the feelings to the back of his mind to ponder later.

Irony of ironies. Just as Steve came back to the car after talking with the grocer, it hit him. He sort of knew the victim! He's Mr. Chi's son. Steve drove them two blocks down to Chi's Salvage, a place Turk has frequented. Another odd twist of fate, one of the man's business cards is currently lying on top of a clutch plate in McGarrett's house. The only words running through Turk's head are "Oh, shit!"

Mr. Chi, too stunned by his partner's knowledge of Mandarin, didn't pay very close attention to Danny, who was hoping Danny's lack of ball cap, grubby clothes and soiled hands would prevent the older man from recognizing him. He didn't want to bank on the man's grief clouding his memory because that was inappropriate.

Danny continued to play devil's advocate about who their suspect really was just to keep Steve going. He knew there was no way Han Chi was the murderer from his dealings with him and his father, but he couldn't resist needling the guy, it was too entertaining.

Steve took his car at the end of the case, while he went with HPD to book their Black Widow or the wife of their other victim. He really needed to consider buying an old beater just so he might be able drive his own car sometime. He should've been more worried about Steve's destination rather than his driving.

After a brief stop at the governor's office, Steve headed back to Chi's Salvage. Mr. Chi looked pleasantly surprised when Steve rolled up in the Camaro. He took a seat next to the poor man, waiting a second to compose his words.

"I'm glad we could prove Han Chi was innocent."

"Thank you, for everything you have done for my son," Mr. Chi acknowledges. The two men nod their heads.

Steve breaks the silence, "There's one last thing," handing a portfolio over to the older man.

As he takes it, he asks, "What is it?"

"It's a letter signed by the governor of Hawaii. It states that she is personally expediting your citizenship papers. You're gonna be a U.S. citizen, you and your family" Steve replies quietly.

It takes Mr. Chi a minute to respond as he reverently takes the folder and blinks away the tears threatening to spill down his face. "I got, I have something for you," he says, handing Steve a package.

"What is this?" Steve asks, stunned.

"Open!" Mr. Chi commands. "Master cylinder '74 Mercury Marquis. You need help putting in, you call me."

"Thank you," Steve replies in Mandarin.

"No, thank you," Mr. Chi says.

They sit watching Ming-Hua play for a few minutes before Mr. Chi speaks again, "If I can't come right away, I'm sure your partner could help."

Steve shakes his head, not sure he heard the guy might correctly, "My partner?"

"Yes, the man who was with you earlier. The one who owns the car," Mr. Chi says, gesturing towards the Camaro.

Steve laughs, "What makes you think Danny could help me. He's clueless when it comes to anything mechanical."

Mr. Chi stares at Steve like he'd grown two heads. "No, no. That man is real good with cars. Came here looking for parts for a '69 Stingray Corvette. Knew by sight the parts I had wouldn't work because they were for a '70. He one sharp man."

Steve's jaw dropped, "Danny, my Danny? The guy in the button down shirt and patent leather loafers? That Danny?"

Mr. Chi responds as if he's talking to a man who's suddenly went insane. "Yes, I sure it same guy, but he wore coveralls and a baseball cap. He had grease on his face and on his hands. The same guy, driving that car."

"Huh," is the only response Steve has. Who was he to doubt this man.

Steve managed to contain his curiosity until after their impromptu C.H.I.P.S. marathon and Chin along with Kono had headed home.

Danny stood up, stretched, "I think I'll call it a day. What about you, Super SEAL?"

"Uh, yeah. Just a sec, though. I've got a question for you," Steve replied.

"Oh, yeah? What?"

Steve took a deep breath and let it out, "I went back to the salvage yard this afternoon," pausing to see Danny's reaction.

Danny seemed a little surprised, but motioned for him to continue. "Mr. Chi gave me a master cylinder for the Merc."

"Wow, Steve, that's great. It'll save you money and the embarrassment of having to order from the internet again," Danny ribbed.

Steve scratched his chin with his middle finger while he continued, "He said something that has me a little stumped."

Danny was starting to get nervous, but he wasn't going to let it show, "He say something in Mandarin you couldn't translate?"

"Nah," Steve said shaking his head. "He said you'd be able to help me put it in if I ran into complications."

Knowing Steve was gaging his reactions, Danny hoped he replied with just the right amount of astonishment, "Wow! What would make the guy think that? Does he think he has some kind of spidey sense that tells him how mechanically inclined someone is just by looking at them? Cause if he does, I gotta tell ya that he is in the wrong business."

Steve let's Danny finish his mini rant before he flatly states, "He says you've been there looking for parts for an antique 'Vette and you were driving the Camaro."

"Come on, Steve, you seriously think he's remembering correctly? You know me, buddy. I know enough about cars to find the nearest qualified auto mechanic. A grease monkey I am not."

"Well, what about the Camaro? He pointed to it specifically?" Steve stressed, pushing the issue.

"Steve, there's got to be at least two dozen silver Camaro's on this floating rock. Unless he has the plate number memorized, one is going to look like another." Danny really hoped he was making a convincing case and damn if the man doesn't look like he's seriously considering the possibilities.

"Yeah, you got a point. Besides, no one in their right mind would believe you were the type to work on your own car," Steve snarks.

Danny slaps him on the back. "See, buddy, you do know me."

They walk out of HQ together and Danny heads for his ride thinking, "Damn, the guy's price were reasonable too."