Author's Note: I blame this Way entirely on the fact that I accidentally happened upon the movie "For The Boys" with Bette Midler and James Caan this morning, and watching/hearing James Caan sing, well...that was inspiring! (Besides, I know Scott Caan can sing!)

Way 23
Be forgiving when she offends you.

"I can sing."

"Just like you can swim?"

"I c—just forget it."

"Is that…are you honest-to-God pouting?"

"Williams men do not pout, Steven."

"That, right there on your face right now, that is most definitely a pout."

"Why are we having this conversation?"

"Because you. Can't. Sing."

"Why the—I can sing."

"Prove it."

"Is this like the swimming thing? You won't leave me alone until my entire wardrobe is soaking wet, my shoes are forever ruined and you're forcing me to swim for my life?"

"I didn't dump you into the drink, Danny, Kovac did that."

"Actually, partner, one Jacko Brown did that and really, Jacko? Was his mother on drugs when she named that stupid kid?"

"You proved you could swim."

"I did."

"So prove you can sing now, D, come on. We're at a bar. It's karaoke."

"And you're drunk."

"So maybe I won't remember in the morning."

"I'll have you know, my singing isn't something you'll easily forget."

"Because it's so bad?"

"Wipe that smirk off your face, Steven. No, not because it's so bad."

…

"Because it's that good."

"Prove it."

"No, you know what? I don't think I will."

"Wait, where are you going?"

"I think I'm just going to let you stew about how I can sing, and I'm going to go home, take a nice, long, hot, fifteen-minute shower to ease the troubles of a shitty day, shitty week, and then cozy up to a certain couch and start building a log cabin courtesy of a few well-placed snores."

"Is this because I said you probably sound like a dying cat when you sing?"

"No. This is because there are some things you don't need to know about Detective Danny Williams, sailor boy."

"D! Wait, Dan—oh, hell."

"This is going to bug you for the rest of the night, isn't it, brah?"

"No."

"Right."

"Chin…"

"Take it easy. Maybe he just doesn't want to sing in front of all of us, is all."

"I bet he can't sing."

"Lori…"

"What, Kono? Why would he make such a big deal about it if he can?"

"He can sing."

"Steve, just a minute ago you kept telling him he couldn't."

"If he says he can sing, he can sing."

"Fine, geez, don't get your—never mind. I'm going home."

"Ho, Boss, think maybe you ought to go home, you just jumped down Lori's throat."

"She doesn't have the right to question what Danny says, Kono."

"Just your territory, huh?"

…

"Go home. See if you can get Jersey to sing."

"Kono, I—"

"Boss."

"Fine. Fine. Jesus."

…

"So, cuz, you think Danny'll do it?"

"I've never seen anyone get under Steve's skin like his partner. If anyone's got the balls to, it's him. Assuming Steve doesn't flip out if Danny's still in the shower when he gets home."

"Fallout tomorrow?"

"You better believe it."

"Well, then. Here's to tomorrow."

Way 24
Show her you need her.

Kono can't help it. It's like watching a train wreck happening in slow motion. And it's the office, so it's not like they're trying to hide it.

"You're upset about the bazooka."

"No."

She almost snorts at the sidelong glance Steve gives Danny.

"The roof thing."

Danny looks very annoyed.

"No!"

Kono has never seen a grown man gulp before. But Steve does, Adam's apple moving up and down.

"The car!"

Uh-oh. Now Danny's red-faced.

"NO!"

"THEN WHAT?"

Wow. She's never heard Steve actually yell before. Oh, my. Danny's gone purple-faced.

"YOU ATE MY LAST MALASADA!"

Steve blinks once.

Kono dissolves into a fit of silent laughter. Just…really? Really? She thought Steve wouldn't eat them if his life depended on it.

Danny smooths his hair back with one hand.

There's complete silence.

Steve pulls his hand out from behind his back. There is a brown bag with grease spots in it. Kono narrows her eyes. Her boss planned this, she can see it on his face.

Danny gleefully pounces, grabbing the bag and munching on its contents whilst making truly obscene, happy noises.

Steve glows from the inside, a blinding thousand-watt grin firmly in place.

Danny has what Kono can only describe hearts in his eyes as he turns to her and grins, sugar all over his face and shirt and even stuck into the chest hair peeking out from the V of his button-down. He grins wickedly and waggles his eyebrows at her.

"My very own trained SEAL."

Her mouth forms a perfect O in shock, and then…she just…she can't.

It's one of those giggling attacks that'll leave her with the hiccups for hours.