A/N: Hello my lovelies, how's it going? Thank you so much for the comments. I love reading about which you like the most and your little comments on them. You make this so fun! Thank you so much. Enjoy!

Prompts 91 to 100

91. Write about what it would feel like to get beaten up without describing physical pain.

"So you think you're tough, so tough that you can take the pain of it all?" Danny asked as Steve cracked his knuckles and towered over the young man, bound and gagged at his feet. "Let's take pain out of the equation for a minute and talk about the repercussions of the things that Five-O can do to you. Do you know what immunity and means, means?" He asked and waited for a response. When the man simply glared at him, Danny continued.

"It means we can do just about anything, outside of killing you, to get you to cooperate. If you succumb to your injuries, after the fact, we're not liable. It has happened, albeit rarely, but it was thanks to my Navy SEAL super soldier friend in the corner, and his training in methods of torture, but I'm getting away from myself. We're not talking about painfulness now are we?" Danny asked and motioned to Steve who came forward now and simply glowered at the man, like a staring contest of wills; who could look the most menacing and angry. Steve was winning.

"Let's see, in the future, how you feel about your broken fingers that never healed back to the way they were, so you can't do things like type on a computer or use your phone. Or maybe, how about what it feels like to live in solitary confinement without light, without contact with the outside world. Now that is a whole different kind of pain, mental pain," Danny continued as he began to pace in front of the man. "Mental pain is a true struggle and Steve has made it into an art form. I don't want to be boastful, but I'm getting pretty good at causing mental turmoil myself."

"You've always been very good at this tactic," Steve commented. "I admire that in you," he added.

"Thank you Steven, that is very kind of you," Danny said with a slight nod of his head. "So you see, my friend, we have other ways of causing you harm."

"I'm not your friend," the man spat.

"True, I would never connect myself with the likes of you. I find it undesirable, unappealing, and detrimental to my mental well being. I don't associate with negative, unauthentic, toxic people, such as yourself."

"Neither do I," Steve said as he retreated, once more, to his corner.

"People like you, with your horrible behaviour and desires only of selfishness and self advancement pain me," Danny continued. "I find that to be one of the most painful things to deal with and yet, I'm a police officer because of this. But then again, I take great pride in pointing out flaws in character to people such as yourself. I find that as I tell them about all of their terrible personality traits, nine times out of ten, they feel very badly about themselves, and sometimes I hope that they will do better if I break them down. I can tell by looking at you that you have narcissistic tendencies so this tactic isn't going to work with you, but I'm putting this out into the universe so that it may help you to one day see the errors in your way, or to trip you up, much like it did to day, to put you into our path. How does it feel to know that the universe is against you?" Danny asked smugly.

The man before him simply rolled his eyes.

"That was a rhetorical question, you're not supposed to answer me so if you think by not answering you're going to somehow get under my skin you're not. I do this for a living, bud, we're just going to carry on and at the end of the day I'm going to go home while some big ugly dude in Halawa makes you his bitch because we have zero problems throwing child killers into the mix and telling the warden to publicize the information. When we say there is no honour among thieves, we're not entirely correct in that saying. Outside of the prison system, before they get caught, it's true but when they get inside and start talking about their offences and the things that they would never do, they find a camaraderie in that and they stand up for the little guys, literally, if they find out you killed kids, they will kill you. Is that what you want?" Danny asked.

"I didn't kill no kids," the man spat.

"Sure you did, why do you think we came after you? Why do you think Steve tackled you and hog tied you? Why do you think we're using our immunity and means on the lowly likes of scum like you? It's because we know you killed three children, for sure, and we suspect that you've killed three more, making you a serial killer, pedophile and a piece of shit!" Danny countered. "At this point, you shouldn't be trying to deny it, but rather, why aren't you asking yourself why we aren't actually physically hurting you? I mean, you deserve it don't you? You deserve to feel all the physical pain that Steve or myself could place upon you. You should be beaten to within inches of your life just to know what you did by stealing away the lives of little children. So, really you should be asking yourself why aren't they killing me and dumping my body into the ocean to feed the sharks?"

"It's because you're cops and, no matter what, you're held accountable for your actions," The man said haughtily.

"Sure, generally that is true, and that is why we don't use the immunity and means clause as often as maybe Steve would like, because we are accountable gentlemen upholding the law, but in cases such as these, where scumbag monsters roam in hunt for little girls to rape and murder, then we have a civic duty to hold you accountable and so we could, by all means, use our authority over you but I find that prolonged suffering for people like you is much more satisfying then just beating you and letting you die."

"I agree, it is much more satisfying, though I would like to lay into this guy just a little bit," Steve said.

"I don't blame you Steve, I would too, so maybe, if Steve breaks your nose now and throws the whole symmetry of your face off you'll never be able to lure another little girl with your smile. Not that you aren't going to prison and will never see the outside again. That's a given. We will lock you up, but I do take solace in knowing that if Steve breaks your nose it will never go back to the way it was, or it may cost your a fortune in reconstructions to maybe look okay later on. A fortune you will never have again. It wont matter anyway, you're never getting the girls again because we're going to paint you as the villain in a string of abductions, we're going to plaster your face on the news and we're going to put you onto every registry known to man, heck, we may even tattoo it to your forehead. Five-O will make it known because we can."

"Yes we can," Steve said and cracked his knuckles again.

"So know this, as non-violent as we've been in this conversation, after you were tackled and hog tied of course, we will now be turning to the violence and the pain, and by we I mean Steve. Then you are going to jail because we don't need a confession from you, we have enough evidence. We were just coming out here to pick you up and you ran, giving Steve an opportunity to get his cardio in this morning," Danny explained as he backed away. "So, as this little talk did nothing to wipe that smug look off your face, I'm going to let Steve inflict some pain now, because you deserve it."

A/N: I'm a huge fan of Hannibal.

92. The Classics tell us of the nine Muses who inspire epic poetry, love poetry, music, oratory, dance, tragedy, comedy, history and astronomy. Less well know are Muses 10 to 18. What do they inspire?

"How do you watch this shit?" Steve asked as he cowered away from the gore he was seeing. "They are eating people! He is feeding them people!"

"If you can see past that, you'll see the phycological muse, the artistic muse, the muse of symmetry and colours phycology. Most of all, you'll see the accuracy of the muse of human nature," Danny said calmly as he stared at the TV. "You might also see the beauty in the attention to detail or the macabre. If you set aside the cannibalism you might understand the social critique that this show is pushing to the forefront of the argument and the charm within this form of narrative."

"He's killing people and feeding them to other people without their knowledge," Steve gasped in disgust and turned away from the TV once more.

"Yeah, think about it, how else are you going to feed people to people?" Danny asked as if it were the most common fact but mainly because Steve was starting to get on his nerves.

"I think you need a psych eval after watching something like this," Steve said and stood. "You've got me very worried!"

"I think you're being rude and we eat the rude," Danny said with a dismissive wave.

"Daniel you're a cop! Did your brain actually just register what you said to me?" Steve asked in shocked horror.

"I'm not condoning this behaviour, and yes, under the criminal code we would have to arrest Hannibal and put him in the deepest hole we could find, but I appreciate the art of what this show is doing. It looks beautiful, it plays tricks on the mind, and you can't help be feel Hannibal's right to interpret society as he does. People are rude, Steve, lots and lots of them don't deserve nearly the dignity that we offer them."

"So you're saying you would be okay with some people getting their comeuppance?" Steve asked.

"Had we not dealt with Wo Fat the way we managed, I wouldn't be opposed to Hannibal turning him into sushi!"

"Hannibal is a fictional character," Steve retorted.

"Actually the original stories were based on the authors experiences as a crime writer. Hannibal is indeed fictional but things like cannibalism and Stockholm syndrome are very real. This show dives into the phycological of it all and it brings forward our inner desires to see bad people get what is coming to them. Hannibal is a god like character, acting in an divine judgemental way. He's like the divine entity of the classics and takes judgement into his own hands. He's also refined, has a mind of his own, and in some ways cannot be considered either a sociopath or a psychopath because at times he feels remorse, he thinks about others, he works for a greater good. It just goes to show that in our line of work, you can't just throw people into boxes and argue that that is the only thing to believe in, because that's not how people actually are. Is Hannibal mentality ill? In his mind, no, so we could argue that same fact about anyone who believes that they are doing what they do for the greater good."

"Stick to policing, Daniel, you're no go as a psychiatrist," Steve said with a shake of his head.

"Will you let my watch my show please?" Danny asked with a sigh.

"You worry me, Daniel Williams. You worry me greatly," Steve said as he sat down beside Danny and continued to watch the show. "Did he just turn that girls lungs into sausage?"

"Yup," Danny answered.

A/N: Generally I want these to be just about Five-O, things can creep in, like in the previous prompt, but it's about Five-O and I try to leave other characters from other fandoms out of it. However, this next prompt spoke to me on a supernatural level and so it has inspired the first of the full length stories to come out of this new set. Please stay tuned very soon for the upcoming Super, We're In Hawaii - a Hawaii Five-O and Supernatural crossover.

93. You're walking in a cemetery and discover a weathered tombstone with your name on it. The person died a hundred yeas ago. Who was the person?

"What the hell are you doing?" Danny asked as he flashed his light into the faces of the men before him, his weapon raised, his countenance shaken by what he was seeing before his very eyes.

"Oh Sammy, looks like Five-O," the shorter of the men said with a laugh as he continued to toss shovels full of dirt over his shoulder and out of the deepening grave.

"Yes, that's who we are," Steve said and there was clear confusion in his tone. "Who are you and why are you out here in a cemetery? Put your hands where I can see them."

"Um, Dean, I really think they are the real Five-O," Sam Winchester said as he dropped the shovel in his hands and raised them in surrender, just as the order had been given to him.

"This is why we don't leave the mainland, Sam," Dean said as he followed suite and did the same. "Go to Hawaii, have a vacation, ha."

"Um, you were the one who wanted to work," Sam protested as Danny and Steve inched closer.

"Again, what the hell are you doing out here?" Danny reiterated as he looked down on them.

"Clearly digging up a body. Why would be the better question in this situation Danno," Steve said as he moved forward, never lowering his weapon.

"It's not what you think," Sam protested. "If you'll just let us explain, we have a cop on our side, a friend of yours we believe."

"Really? Who?" Danny asked.

"Duke Lukele," Dean said. "We're old pals."

"Bull, get out of that hole," Danny ordered.

"He's not lying," Sam protested but climbed out of the hole just be handcuffed before he could get to his feet.

"And we were so close to getting this done and over with," Dean said and shook his head as he too was pulled from the hole and cuffed. "I'm borrowing Chin Ho Kelly's car. I'm here working on a case for Duke Lukele. This is not what you think it is," Dean spoke forcefully.

"They may not be lying," Steve said as he took a closer look at the tombstone. "Well I'll be damned, Daniel Williams, they are digging up the grave of Daniel Williams!"

"Spooky, cut it out Steve," Danny said flatly.

"No, really Danny, look," Steve said and shown the light on the tombstone. "Daniel Williams, he was the first man to die in the valley house."

"What are you talking about?" Danny asked in confusion.

"Right, you left the conversation at that point," Steve said with a shake of his head. "The case we're working, the one that has us in the valley house, the one that Duke turned over on us. The first person to die in the house was named Daniel Williams."

"Wait you're Daniel Williams?" Dean asked, "and you didn't know about Daniel Williams?"

"It's not like it's not a common name," Danny retorted.

"What do you know about Daniel Williams?" Steve asked and narrowed his gaze.

"Un cuff me and we can talk like civilized people," Dean said.

"No, I think I'd rather lock you up for defiling a grave, and when you're ready to talk, we'll talk," Danny said and hoisted Dean to his feet.

"My god you're tall," Steve said as he help Sam.

"I get that a lot," Sam said and sighed.

"Don't leave Chin Ho's car behind, I promised him I'd find the rattle!" Dean said as Danny pushed him forward.

"The car will be fine."

"You drive you car, I'll drive Chin's," Steve said as he awkwardly helped Sam into the tiny back seat of the Camaro.

"Key's are in my pocket Danno," Dean said before he was shoved into the car.

"It's Detective Williams to you," Danny said, pulled the keys from Dean's pocket and tossed them over his car at his partner. "I told you that was Chin's car."

"And I'm just going to say, for the record, that this may not be what you think it is. We probably shouldn't be arresting them," Steve said.

"Grave robbing is a felony offence Steve, these boys need to be arrested!" Danny countered.

"We weren't robbing the grave," Dean protested. "Go back and check it out. All we were trying to do was put the spirit to rest. You'll find salt and lighter fluid with our shovels. If you want to stop people from dying in the Valley house you need to burn the bones."

"Desecration of a corps, also a felony," Danny stated. "And clearly this man is insane."

"Ask Duke, he'll tell you," Sam added to back up his brother.

"Good call, we'll call Duke, he can come out here and investigate this crime scene," Danny said as he fell into the car. "You make that call," he added to Steve. "I'll wait for you at the office." He added and drove away.

94. Write a letter to someone you haven't talked to in years about how your priorities have changed since you last met.

Danny sat alone tapping a pen on a blank piece of stationary. He'd been working at this same letter for hours. He agonized over it. It caused him to pace, to curse and mumble to himself, and yet, not one word was written down.

"Dad, are you okay?" Grace asked as she came to his side and placed a glass of water down beside him.

"I don't know, Grace," Danny said sadly.

"Is there anything I can do to help?" She asked. "You've been at this for hours."

"This isn't something you should worry yourself about," Danny said with a shake of his head. "I'll get it written."

"Who are you writing to?" She asked.

"The police commissioner in Jersey," Danny said and sighed.

"Why Jersey?" Grace asked.

"They offered me a job out there, a really good one, and every time I get my nerves up to tell them no, something else tells me to say yes," Danny confessed to his teenage daughter. "You're going to go off to school one day soon, and Charlie is getting older. This job would take me out of the field, pay me twice as much, and put me in a commanding position. All things that would be really good for your future stability and my likelihood to live, but Hawaii is home now, isn't it?"

"Yes, and my plan is to stay in Hawaii. I can study what I want at U of H. Charlie has school, you wouldn't have even second guessed staying here when I was little, why now does it play on your mind?" She asked.

"Because I don't think Five-O will last forever, or if it does, it will carry on without me. I'm getting older. I'm not as spry as I used to be and well, Steve and I have run out of organs we can donate to each other. I need to slow down, for my own health, but you're right, Hawaii is home," he said and tapped the pen on the paper.

"I understand where you are coming from, Dad, and it is a decision that you have to make primarily for yourself, but for what it's worth, I don't want you to go."

"I'm not going anywhere baby," Danny said and smiled up at her.

"Then you need to write that down and say that to the people who want to take you back to Jersey," She said.

95. Consider a person you dislike and write a scene in which they lose their beloved dog.

"I have nothing against the dog," Steve said as they hauled the fugitive away. "But we've been looking for this guy for days, weeks, we've spent night in the car just waiting for him to show himself. His guard was down and so I took the opportunity that was presented to me."

"You're heartless," the guy spat at Steve's feet.

"I agree with the fugitive," Danny huffed.

"Go back and get the dog then," Steve said.

"You kicked the dog down the stairs in your attempt to get the guy," Danny yelled. "He's likely dead."

"I'm sorry if I hurt the dog," Steve said and shoved the into the car.

"You go check on the dog," Danny said angrily. "And I'll stay here with him."

"Fine," Steve said with a huff and walked back into the house.

"Thank you for standing up for my," the man said when Steve was gone.

"I'm not doing it for you. Steve isn't entirely wrong, we were here to get you and he wouldn't have had to do anything to the dog had you not placed it and coaxed it into aggression against us. You are to blame for placing the dog in a bad position. You could have just surrendered. I don't like you, I'd never side with you, I'm just worried about the dog," Danny yelled.

"The dog is alive," Steve said as he came back to the car with the pup in his arms. "I don't know what else is wrong."

"It's probably injured because you kicked it down stairs. Same thing would happen if I kicked you down the stairs. We've got to take it to the vet," Danny said.

"I'll take it, you drive," Steve said and handed the keys back to Danny. "I'll take care of the poor dog."

"Thank you for taking responsibility, lord knows this fugitive doesn't deserve to be a pet owner, turning a dog against the police. If I have my way, you will never own a pet again," Danny said as he fell into the car and made eye contact with the man in back seat through the rearview mirror. "The are sentinel beings and have rights, and you took advantage of the loyalty and put the animal in danger. I will have you up on charges of cruelty," he threatened. "As for you," he said and turned on Steve now, who cradled the injured pup in his arms. "If I ever see you kick a dog again, or even raise your weapon to one, I will have you arrested as well."

"I understand," Steve said fell silent.

96. Your boss and admired mentor tells you he needs your help covering up a scandal. What's the scandal, and how do you react?

"Just another days work for you and this job," Danny said and stood. "What did she do this time?" He asked as he followed Steve out of the office.

"She's protecting her assets," Catherine said and crossed her arms.

"Okay, and you?" Danny asked and mimicked her stance.

"I'm protecting my assets," Catherine answered just as vaguely.

"And the scandal that makes the rats come crawling out of the wood work only when they need us is what exactly?" Danny asked and threw his arms up in frustration.

"Who you calling a rat?" Catherine asked angrily and shot him death stares.

"You, and Doris, and every other person who comes crawling back here just for help and then fucks off when it suits them. You know you can come back here, slither in, and ask for help because you know he still has feelings for you and you will take advantage of that as long as you can, but don't be fooled, I see right through your bullshit, and one day, so will Steve. So, to be clear, I'm not hear to help you, plaster yourself across the news media and run yourself through the dirt for all I care, I'm here for Steve. So what do you need me to do Steve?"

"You know what, I think I needed just that," Steve said and folded his arms. "Danny is right, Five-O isn't here to help you cover up whatever. You need help, you turn to your operations manager at the CIA, don't come crawling back to me. I'm not going to put my team at risk for you, or my mother, because you two don't have the common decency to see that Five-O is here for Hawaii, not for you. So no, forget it, I'm not helping you find my mother who has once again slipped through your fingers. You knew what you were getting into when you chose her and the CIA over me."

"I couldn't have said it better myself Steve," Danny said as Chin and Kono rushed in.

"We have a case," Kono said and then stopped short when she saw Catherine. "One that doesn't matter as much, I'm assuming?" She asked as she motioned to the clearly shocked and angry Catherine.

"Catherine was just leaving," Steve said. "What's the case?"

"Hostage situation onboard a tanker just off the coast," Chin said.

"So much better than momma drama," Danny said and the team completely fell into work mode ignoring Catherine as she watched.

97. A blind man who is obsessed with buttons.

"Gracie Lou, I have something for you," Danny called as he walked into his home, dropped his keys into a bowl by the door and kicked off his dress shoes. "Where's Charlie?" He asked when she appeared from her bedroom.

"Next door with Mrs. Macbeth, Mrs. Leer and Mrs. Capulet making pies for their bake sale," Grace answered flatly.

"The wicked sisters," Danny laughed.

"I know it's mean, but honestly..." she added with a wink.

"What are the pies for, the hospital?" Danny asked to be serious once more.

"Yes."

"Well that's nice of them. Why aren't you over there helping?" Danny asked.

"Because I had physics to finish," Grace answered flatly, "but I was just about to head over there."

"That's my girl," Danny said and smiled and came across the room to her. He took her hand and placed in it an old brass button. "What do you think of this one?" He asked. "Found it today on the beach. Must have washed up in the storm."

"It's beautiful," she answered and smiled. "Mr. Macbeth will love it."

"I love that you have worked so hard to make him happy with these buttons," Danny said proudly.

"Stop being so mushy," She said and blushed. "Are you sure you want to give away a button like this? It could be worth money if it is really old," she said to change the subject.

"No, I want you to have it and I want you to use it when you visit Mr. Macbeth. You've learned a very great lesson working at the hospital as you have, and that is worth more than money."

"Thank you," She said and smiled.

98. You are the inspiration behind a new cocktail. What is it called, and what's in it?

"The Book Em, Danno?" Danny asked as he read the new cocktail list and coloured with embarrassment.

"Yeah, its part of the tribute line," The waitress said proudly.

"Is this your doing?" Danny asked as he turned on Steve now.

"It's got pineapple juice, your favourite, and fireball whisky. Sweet and spice, and too sassy for its own good," Steve said with a wink.

"Sounds awful, I'll just have a beer," Danny said and handed the menu back to the waitress.

"What kind of beer?"

99. Ways that you and your father are alike.

Grace screamed at the top of her lungs, clenched her fists and stomped her feet, then rushed to her room and slammed the door.

"Everything all right baby girl?" Danny asked after a few minutes of cool down as he knocked on her door and surprisingly she opened it.

"I'm just so fed up with Mom and Stan and that messed up marriage. I'm done with her taking it out on me and Charlie and you every time they fight. So help me God in two years I'm going to move in here permanently."

"What happened this time?" Danny asked and the anger was now in his own features.

"She want's me to come home early because she needs me because Stan is threatening to leave and she needs her babies to make her feel better," Grace said and grumbled. "Which really means she wants us to parade around the house and make him feel guilty for abandoning us but we're not even his kids, like why should he have to have anything to do with us. Mom's gone crazy, she just can't handle being left. She's the one that has to do the leaving and it drives me crazy. And if I show up there, and bring Charlie like she wants, when he does get fed up with her enough to leave she'll just yell and scream at every little thing that I do or that Charlie does. It's just a horrible situation to be in and I don't want to go but she keeps texting and calling, and I just don't know what to do."

"Turn off your phone," Danny offered. "Then she'll have to call the house line and I'll answer it."

"But that's not fair either because I still want to be able to communicate with my friends, so either way she's going to make me miserable," Grace said and there was clear exasperation in her tone.

"Why don't you call a couple of your friends to see if they want to come over here for the evening. I'm cool with it, hell, I'll order you pizzas you can watch whatever you want on TV and just put the phones down for a little while. I know you like to text each other while your sitting in the same room, but maybe tonight you just need to be off the phone and I will deal with Rachel when she calls looking for you," Danny offered.

"What about Charlie?" Grace asked and there was concern for her brother but at the same time Danny could tell that she was on board with the idea.

"I'm not going to hang out in here with your and your girl friends so I'll just do whatever with Charlie. He and I will have our guy time," Danny offered with a wink.

"Thank's Dad, you really are the best," She said and jumped into his arms. "And I'm totally serious about the two years thing," she added.

"For now," he said and sighed, "but you'll change your mind when you decide where you want to go to university to get away from both of your parents for good because we both annoy you something terrible," he added sadly.

"I'm not leaving you," She said and smiled, "as much as I can be a teenager about it, you left everything behind for me. I'm not going to leave you."

A/N: Can you believe this is 100 already? Only 612 to go!

100. Write a scene that shows jealousy between you and one of your siblings.

"What's up with you? You didn't protest the car keys, you're practically falling asleep. What's going on?" Steve asked as he had to shake Danny to get his attention.

"I'm a single parent with two kids and a huge age gap between them. My teenager thinks she's an adult and knows more than I do because I'm just a cop, and my 6 year old thinks he's 16 and can tantrum like his sister. Then, when I'm not the focus of their angst, they go after each other like they can be jealous of one thing or another because she's a girl and he's the baby," Danny said and by the end was mimicking the voices of his children. "And when that bullshit goes down in your house, you don't get a lot of sleep."

"Must be a full moon to get everyone losing their minds," Steve said with a laugh.

"And lost it they did," Danny said with a shake of his head. "I just don't understand the logic behind it. Sure, I fought with my siblings but we were way closer in age. Sure, I was jealous from time to time when it came to this toy or that outing, or when I was old enough to dive and got a car, and they were mad that I was able to leave the house, but then they became old enough and wanted to borrow my car, but it wasn't my car, it was dad's car that he'd bought for the kids so all of a sudden I had to share it. It didn't last long because I'd gotten a job and bought my own vehicle shortly after that, but I mean I get sibling jealousy, however, what do Grace and Charlie even have to be jealous about?" He asked.

"Well, she's your first born and you do dote on her, but on the other hand Charlie is just a little one and was sick. So Grace could see the sick little brother as spoiled and gaining all your attention and Charlie could see his older sister, your first born as your favourite because she's older and gets to do more things, or you relate to each other in different ways and that could make him jealous, and when it all boils down, they are still siblings to one another fighting over you," Steve offered.

"By the end of the screaming it sure didn't seem like they were fighting over me as much as they were fighting with me," Danny said and sighed. "Charlie cried himself to sleep over a bowl of fruit. So I had to bathe him and set him to bed. Meanwhile, Grace was still stewing, didn't get her homework done until late, and when I finally told her she had to go to bed, and leave the rest of the work for morning, she pitched another fit. Fifteen minutes later I found her asleep at the table drooling into her math textbook. So, being the good parent I am, I carried my baby girl off to bed, because as much as she protested she needed it, and I did my best to finish her homework for her," Danny said.

"No wonder you're tired," Steve laughed.

"I do not remember learning that math when I was young, but the internet can teach you just about everything. All she'll have to do is verify that I did it right and recopy it in her own writing."

"I feel like there is something very wrong in that," Steve said thoughtfully.

"It was the only quiet I got all night, I think it was worth it," Danny confessed and leaned the chair back. "How far are we driving today? Can I catch a few more winks while we go?" He asked.

"Yeah, sleep, but don't drool on the upholstery," Steve joked.