(At Five-O Headquarters)

(Emma's P.O.V.)

Danny and I walked into the main room of Five-O Headquarters laughing about something Danny had said.

"Well, there's something I thought I would never see." I heard a voice say.

Danny and I looked toward the voice and saw Chin and Steve looking at us.

Chin was smiling. Steve looked confused.

"What?" Danny asked. "Emma and I were just talking."

"Uh-huh." Chin said, as Danny headed toward his office, and I headed toward my own.

"Where were you?" I heard Steve ask. "When I got back from my run, you were home."

"Oh, Danny and I got breakfast." I said.

"You and Danny got breakfast." I heard Steve say in disbelief.

I stopped walking and looked at him.

"Yeah." I said. "Is there a problem with that?"

"I think what Steve is trying to say is that he's happy that you and Danny are spending time together." Chin said, walking up next to Steve. "Right, Steve?"

Steve nodded slowly.

"Ok then." I said, a little confused.

Then, I began to head toward my office once again.

Once I was inside my office, I walked over to my desk and sat down in my chair.

I then opened up the second drawer on the right of my desk and took out two case files.

I closed the drawer and looked at the top case file. Which was Peter Samuels case.

I sat that one aside and looked at the second file I took out.

It was Ben's file.

I debated on whether or not to open it and dive right in like I did last night and many nights before. Re-read the pages that I'm pretty sure I could recite if asked to. Hoping to find some new evidence somehow in between the sentences or new details in the pictures that were taken.

But every time I do, I still find nothing.

If Steve knew I was doing this he would be worried about me and more than likely take the file away from me.

And I don't want that. Which is why he doesn't know I do this.

I just wish there was something I could do. Something I could find.

Anything, really. So that I could get closure.

So that Ben's family could get closure.

I sighed.

Then, I opened the second drawer of my desk again, put Ben's case file in it, and closed the drawer.

Later, I thought.

Then, I grabbed Peter Samuels case file, and opened it.

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(Danny's P.O.V.)

I sat down at my desk. Letting out a content sigh as I did.

This morning was probably one of the best mornings I ever had.

Surprisingly, since, it involved a McGarrett.

But nonetheless, it was a good way to start the day.

Having breakfast with someone and getting to know them better.

And I have accomplished that. I knew Emma better than I originally did.

However, I still didn't find out what she was thinking about yesterday.

That remained a mystery.

I was finishing a report on a past case, when I heard a voice say:

"You and Emma went out for breakfast this morning?"

I stopped writing, and looked up to see Steve standing in my office across from me.

He was looking at me in disbelief.

"Yeah." I said. "So?"

"Why?" Steve asked.

"What do you mean, 'why'?" I asked confused.

"Yesterday you didn't want to go to the hospital with her." He said. "But this morning you take her out for breakfast?"

"I'm sorry, I didn't realize I was taking your words out of context when you said to 'Just spend time with her'." I said.

"I didn't mean to take her out on a date." Steve said sounding angry.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" I said quickly. "I did NOT take Emma out on a DATE! In fact, I took her out to breakfast to get to know her better. As friends. Geez! I don't spend time with her, you get angry. I do spend time with her, and you think I took her out on a date. What's WRONG with you?!"

"Ok, ok!" Steve said, putting his hands up in surrender. "I'm sorry, Danno. I obviously took you two having breakfast meaning more than what it was."

"Damn straight you did." I said, freaking out on the inside.

"I'm sorry." He said.

"You better be." I said.

"I am." Steve said.

Then there was silence.

"I'm going to go now." Steve said.

"Please, do." I begged.

Steve then gave me a nod and left my office. Letting the door close behind him.

"Pfft, me and Emma on a date." I muttered to myself as I looked back at what I was doing. "Like that would ever happen…Gosh he's so stupid. I mean, why would I take Emma out on a date? That would just be suicide."

I suddenly realized what I had said.

"Not that I would ever ask her." I quickly muttered. "I would NEVER ask her out on a date….Why am I even having this conversation with myself? I don't even like her that way…I mean, sure, she's attractive, but DEFINITELY not my type…Nope. Not my type at all….Why the hell do I keep talking about it? Danno, just shut up."

"Talking to yourself again, Danny?" I heard a voice say.

I jumped and looked toward the voice to see Chin smiling at me in my doorway.

"How much of that did you hear?" I asked, as Chin walked into my office.

"Just the tail end of it." Chin said. "Where you said: 'Nope. Not my type at all' and 'Why the hell do I keep talking about it? Danno, just shut up.'"

I let out a sigh in relief.

"Care to tell me what you were muttering to yourself about?" He asked.

"Nothing important." I said.

"Why is it I don't believe you?" Chin asked.

"Trust me, Chin." I said. "It's nothing."