A/N: So here we are moving past the 100 stories mark. It's crazy but clearly I'm not going to finish these this summer. I plan to keep working through the rest of the year, so stay turned for more.

Prompts 101 to 110

This is based more on me then anything. My great aunt taught me to do this.

A child needs to do one thing over and over to calm himself down when the adults get angry. What does he do? How did he learn it?

"Its okay, buddy, we're here to help." Danny said as he found the little boy huddled in the corner of his room with a blanket over his head as he rocked back and forth.

The little boy looked terrified but wrapped around his little hands, in a tangle of beads and silver chain; he clutched a blue and silver rosary. The door had been locked from the inside, the dresser which was much larger then the little boy had been pushed in front of the door and it took a lot for Steve and Danny and the rest of the investigation crew to get into the bedroom, but it had been done and that was where they found the little boy, huddled in a nest of blankets and muttering his prayers with his eyes clasped shut and his beads moving through his little hands.

"Where did you learn to pray like that," Danny asked with the hint of a smile on his face as the little boy opened his eyes to the silence that had finally taken over the house.

"My grandmother," the boy whispered and returned to his praying.

"Mine taught me too," Danny smiled and reached into his pocket, "but I guess I don't pray like you anymore." He added and handed a small ring of ten beads and a much smaller crucifix to the little boy. "I carry the beads with him through, all the time."

"Why don't you pray?" the boy asked sorrowfully.

"I guess my heart isn't in it anymore."

"Then why do you carry the beads around."

"Good luck."

"They aren't meant for luck," the boy stated, "they are meant for help and the only way to get help is to ask for help and I have been asking for it and now here you are, so my prayers have been answered." The boy said and handed the small ring of beads back to Danny.

"You're right," Danny said as he felt the beads in his hands, "I'll tell you what, if you let me help you out of here and down to safety and quiet, I'll ask you to help me learn to pray again. Is that a deal?"

"I don't think you forgot how to pray," the little boy said as he stood. "I think you just feel like your are too busy to pray and you don't realize you're doing it every time you pick up those beads and put them in your pocket. You say you carry them for good luck but something in you reminds you to pick them up and put them in your pocket. You are always asking for help, and that is the way you are being shown that it is actually happening."

"Wow, I never thought of it that way."

"Most people don't."

"Thank you," Danny smiled.

"Thank you for coming to help me."

LOL I love this one!

Start a story with the line "when I confronted him, he denied that he'd ever said it."

"When I confronted him, he denied that he'd ever said it," Kono stated as the whole team was gathered around the smart table. "Then I showed him the video footage of him making the comment to our dead suspect and his face went white."

"Did he run?" Steve asked with a smirk.

"Of course he did, they all do!" Danny ranted.

"He ran, I pursued and then I tackled him into a stack of shipping pallets. He was taken to the hospital with an HPD escort to remove the splinters from sixty percent of face and now he's waiting for you to interrogate him." Kono explained with a playful smile.

"You wanna take the lead on this one, Danno? Don't you and the housing commissioner have a history together?" Steve asked with a smile knowing the answer to his question.

"Indeed we do."

"You're going to have too much fun with this." Chin sighed.

"This is the second time we've caught him in shady dealings, only difference this time is that a man is dead and maybe we'll finally get to lock Commissioner Shady McSketcherson away so that he can't screw over anyone else." Danny stated throwing his hands up.

The three other people gather around the smart system burst with laughter.

"It's not funny!" Danny stated.

"No, it's not funny, but you are." Steve smiled. "Come on, partner, let's go put this guy away for a long, long time."

This reminds me of the sound of music.

A newly invented product that will change your life.

"It's a SEAL alarm," Danny smirked.

"It looks like a naval whistle," Steve sighed.

"Yup, but a very special, state of the art, brand new product that will change your life, naval whistle."

"It's just a whistle Danny."

"Yes, but its mine." Danny smirked.

"I'm going to hate this, aren't I?"

"Oh I should hope so." Danny laughed as he brought the whistle to his lips and the sharp, piercing, sound was produced by it. "It's going to be like your Bat signal, only a billion times more annoying!"

When you go out into the woods and your track, these are things you think about…

A tree from the point of view of one of its leaves.

"Leaves can't have a point of view!" Danny grumbled as he followed Steve on what seemed like the path to nowhere as they tracked down a suspect that had disappeared into the jungle.

"Sure the can," Steve stated as he knelt down. "See how this leaf was knocked off the branch and its all bruised?" Steve asked.

"Yes, and its crying on the inside because it misses its life line; the tree. The tree's heart is broken too because every one of its leaves are its special little children and that one is lost. Oh it's so sad." Danny mocked.

"Stop mocking me Daniel, do you want to find our guy or not?" Steve huffed.

"I do, but I think it would have been better if you took Chin out into the wilderness with you. He might actually deal well with your fascination with leaves and their feelings, where as I don't give two shits about the leaves, I just want to be back in the city."

"We'll you're stuck with me now," Steve stated and jogged ahead of Danny down a trail he'd been tacking on.

"At least you don't want to talk about your feeling." Danny mocked and jogged with his partner.

I'm short…I only feel talk around little kids…

What nobody ever said to you.

"I'm sure nobody ever said: wow Daniel you're so tall!" Steve mocked over late night beers.

"And I'm sure nobody ever said: wow Steven, you're so tactful." Danny retorted.

"You're just being a big baby."

"And you're being a jerk. Since when do you pick on me because I'm short?"

"I like that you're short, most of the time." Steve smiled, "it means you can get into the small, tight spaces and so I don't have to."

"Oh, well good, I'm glad my shortness is an advantage to you." Danny rolled his eyes.

When I was born my dad drove a thunderbird…he sold it to start my educational fund.

The car your father drove.

"This is my father's car." Steve smirked as Grace walked a slow circle around the Marquise.

"I like it!" Grace smiled.

"I'm glad," Steve smiled back.

"So what are we going to do to it today?" Grace asked.

"I'm going to teach you how to change the oil. It's an important skill for everyone to know."

"I already know how to do that." Grace stated proudly. "And I have changed the oil on the Camaro, and the spark plugs too."

"Wow, okay that's awesome, how about we do a radiator flush and change out the head gaskets?"

"I've never done that before." Grace smiled excitedly.

"Alright, I see that your father has already decided to turn you into a mechanic, I'll just help you along the way." Steve smiled.

"Oh it wasn't Danno who taught me to change the oil and the spark plugs, mommy did, because she said Daddy is more of an analytical type person where as we need to be practical." Grace explained. "And so we are practical independent women."

"That awesome," Steve smiled as Danny pulled up in the Camaro and walked into the garage.

"What are you two doing?"

"A radiator flush," Grace stated proudly.

"In a dress?" Danny asked.

"Well no, that's why I sent you home to get a change of cloths!" Grace stated and took the bag from her father and rushed into Steve's house to change.

"She's a practical independent woman." Steve stated with a smile.

"Yeah, so I've been told." Danny sighed.

My bedroom is very pink...

Your bedroom from the point of view of a stranger forced to occupy it for a week.

"I can only imagine." Steve chuckled.

"I'll have you know that my bedroom is a sanctuary." Danny stated offended.

"Oh really, of what, of dirty laundry, rumpled sheets and the mattress on the floor?" Steve asked mockingly.

"At least it's not anally organized with labels and is painted an ungodly shade of army green. Your room is like just in case you weren't sure you lived a life with the forces, you're bedroom resembled the ship itself. I'm surprised you don't have bunks in there."

"And yours should be on an episode of hoarders." Steve countered.

"Not in my new place it's not. I have a closet and walls that separate the kitchen from the living room and the bedroom. It's a palace and it's all mine. I actually put stuff away." Danny smiled.

"I'll believe it when I see it."

"House warming party on Friday, you're bringing the beer." Danny laughed and left his partner in the middle of HQ dumb struck.

LOL I giggle at this one a lot.

You are a private investigator. You've been following a cheating husband for a month. Write the report to your client -an emotionally unstable wife- telling her what you did and what you've learned.

"That's not my job ma'am," Danny stated to the emotionally unstable woman before him.

"But you are a detective. It is your job to find the truth." The woman stated angrily. "Get out there and detect!"

"True, but unless it's relevant to my investigation it doesn't matter if your husband is cheating. What I need to know is if you know who he sells drugs to."

"Oh God, he sells drugs?" the woman shrieked.

"I guess that's worse then cheating," Steve whispered.

Poor Danny. That's all I'm going to say about this one.

You wake up by the side of the road lying next to a bicycle, with no money and no wallet. What happens in the next hour?

"Danny" Steve shouted "Danny, wake up, come on, wake up!"

"Stop yelling" Danny groaned.

"Where have you been? We've been looking everywhere."

"Clearly I've been on the side of the road, beaten and unconscious."

"What do you remember?" Steve asked, "And why is there a bicycle?"

"I don't remember anything…" Danny sighed and grasping at his head and squinting his eyes at the sun that was way too bright he said, "And I don't own a bike."

"Chin, get me a forensics crew up here and turn on the GPS in Danny's phone, and track his credit cards; his wallet is gone too. And send an ambulance to check him out."

"So I'm the case now, am I?" Danny sighed and looked at his scraped and bloody hands.

"You're lucky that's all you are." Steve said with concern on his tone as he sat down on the curb next to Danny, as he looked up and down the deserted highway, "you could be dead."

"This is one of those days when I wish I were," Danny grumbled as the cries of sirens got louder and his head ached and pounded even more.

I wrote a whole story a few years ago about this very same thing. It's called Bring me that Horizon.

Write a story that starts with a piece of gossip.

"So word on the coconut wire is that Johnny Depp is coming to Hawaii to film the next pirate's movie." Kono stated as she rushed in and passed out the Starbucks coffee she's been sent to pick up.

"Old news" Chin stated.

"Didn't he film the last pirates here?" Steve asked.

"Haven't they beaten that franchise with the ugly stick? Can they really be planning another pirate's movie?" Danny asked sarcastically.

"Fine, whatever, be that way." Kono sighed with annoyance written all over her features. "You know, if it was some old wash up like Kostner or Gibson, you'd be all over that bit of gossip." She huffed.

"Umm…no" Chin and Steve stated together.

"Now if you said someone like Paccino was coming to film a mob flick then that would be the shit!" Danny stated.

"A mob movie, based in Hawaii, with Al Paccino, yeah that's so creative, I could totally get behind that." Kono stated sarcastically.

"What? It would be awesome!" Steve said, "We have mobs here!"

"And Paccino has all the style." Danny added.

"With our creative input, I bet we could write a screen play." Steve said and shot a mischievous look at Danny.

"We could totally do something like that, and be awesome at it, and then get Al Paccino to star in it once one of the big studios like Warner Brothers or Fox picked it up." Danny smiled and nodded.

"And Al, he could play me!" Steve smiled. "We'll change it up and make him be the cop for once."

"Dude, you aren't a cop! I'm the cop! Al could play me!" Danny retorted.

"You've created a monster," Chin whispered to his cousin.

"W.T.F" Kono sighed and shook her head as she walked off toward the solitude of her own office, with her Starbucks in hand.

Well that's all for now. My favorite this time is the SEAL Alarm.