"Only me wrote the story", confessed Samantha.

"Ah, is that so!? And why... why am I gay? And why would you be writing stories about me and Uncle Steve?", Danno grimaced, "Am I missing something here? And why, why, why would you let my Gracie read that, huh? Can you tell me that?!"

"I stole the story from them!" Grace figured Samantha's admission warranted her own.

"You stole-" Danno's eyebrows raised themselves in quiet surprise.

Danno's wallet had been tossed in the middle of his bed and Linda had tucked his dollar bills in her jeans' front pocket, so that they conspicuously spilled out forwards, in a fan shape. She went back to dig in his nightstand drawer where she now found his gun. Closer to the bedroom, Gracie heard the drawer slam wide open.

"Danno, I think Linda is hiding in your room!"

"SONOFA-!"

The door flew open, the girls rushed behind him and he came face to face with Linda who had already taken his automatic weapon out of its holster.

"DON'T TOUCH THAT!"

His raging and forceful command startled her senseless, and she dropped the gun on the bed. Its safety prevented a disaster.

"Book her Danno!", ordered Cora-Lee from the threshold.

"Yeah, book me, Danno!" They giggled in unison.

"You think this is funny, huh, you think this is funny!?" Exasperated, he grabbed the gun, checked the safety and put it back in its holster, then clipped it to his belt where she wouldn't be able to get her hands on it again.

"OUT, OUT! Everybody out!" But Linda wasn't getting it.

"I stole your money," she teased, making the dollar bills wave, "and now you gotta arrest me!"

"Book her, Danno! Book her, Danno!", chanted Cora-Lee.

"Alright, that's enough!"

Out of patience, Danny reached for his money but Linda yanked the bills out first and hid her hand behind her back. As he missed, he snapped his arm up in the air in utter frustration, then pressed his fist to his mouth, as if to contain his temper. Without warning, in a split-second decision, he went for it: he grabbed Linda by the shoulders, flipped her face down onto the bed and put his knee on the back of her legs while he held her wrists tight behind her. If she wanted to be overpowered by Danno, her wish had been granted. Only she wasn't laughing anymore. He grabbed his money, tossed it on the nightstand, then leaned down close to her ear.

"Whoa!" Cora-Lee's jaw dropped open.

"You want me to arrest you, huh? You want to spend the next 10 years in prison for grand larceny, burglary and assault on a police officer with a deadly weapon, huh!? Is that what you want!?"

"Nooo!"

"If you're really good, maybe you'll be paroled in 8. I can have HPD take you to jail in 5 minutes. Is that what you want, huh?!"

"No, let me go!"

"Please... Say please!"

"Please let me go, Danno!"

"It's Detective Sergeant Williams to you. Repeat."

"I'm sorry, let me go!"

"ARGH! WRONG! Time to go to jail!" He picked her off the bed, still restraining her. He glanced at the girls. Cora-Lee and Sam were both stunned speechless at this turn of events, their eyes big as saucers. Grace was grinning at her dad. He winked at her.

"I'm really, REALLY sorry Detective Dan- I mean, sir"."

"Detective Sergeant Williams", he corrected.

"Please, it was just a joke! I'm very, very, VERY sorry, Detective Seargent Williams. Please let me go. I promise, I won't do it again, I'll be good."

"Promise?"

"Yeah!"

"Ok, then!" He finally let her go and Sam and Cora-Lee exhaled. "Ok, now out! Everyone sit on the couch, and explain to me from the beginning why you're here, what you had to tell me and what's going on with all the stories nonsense!"

The girls marched back to his living room and did as were told with no further disruptions.