A/N: Sorry this chapter is so short, but it's a Danny chapter and we're moving right along to the conclusion. And to make up for it, I'll try to post another chapter tonight if I can.
Danny and Officer Robertson sat in the school office after Danny got the call from Chin about the possible need to evacuate. Danny really wished he could be helping the rest of his team right now, but he knew that he wasn't physically up to that yet, and he sure wasn't going to put his friends in danger by not being 100% in the field. He figured sitting in the office waiting to hear more was about what he was up to right now. Still, he wasn't much better than Steve when it came to waiting around when there was a mission to accomplish.
Danny looked over at Robertson sitting next to him, "Sorry you're stuck babysitting me. Steve's a bit of a mother hen sometimes. You don't have to sit here with me if you don't want to. When Duke gets here do what he needs you to do. I'm fine."
Robertson smiled, "It's okay. Commander McGarrett asked me to wait with you, and that's what I'll do. I'm just following his orders."
"Whatever trips your trigger, Robertson," Danny rolled his eyes. "Hey, what is your first name, anyway?"
"Robertson is fine," the young officer shifted a little in his seat.
Danny's detective sense kicked in at the tone in Robertson's voice, "What? Why don't you want me to know your first name? It can't be that bad, can it?"
Robertson was quiet for a moment. He snuck a look at the other man and decided to risk it, "Robert. My first name is Robert."
"Robert. That's not a bad first name. I don't know why you didn't want to tell me, Robertson... Ohhh, I got it. Robert Robertson. Were your parents mad at you when you were born or something? I mean, that's kinda mean, Robert Robertson... no offense."
Robertson sighed, "It's okay. I'm used to it. It's a family tradition passed down from my dad's Norwegian ancestors. I usually go by my middle name."
"Okay, what's your middle name?" Danny wondered.
"Alexander, but you can call me Al."
Danny grinned, "Did you really just say that?"
Robertson shrugged, "What? It's a good song."
"Okay," Danny slapped his hands on his legs. "Gup Gup it is."
"Gup Gup? What? Where did that come from?" Robertson was flabbergasted.
Danny grinned, "When I was a kid I used to have a guppy named Al. I used to make fishy faces at it, and my sisters would laugh and call me Gup Gup."
Robertson laughed, "I guess that works, too."
They were interrupted by Danny's cell phone, "Hey, Chin, what's up?...okay, got it... we'll make sure everyone gets out and send backup your way... yeah, they should be here soon... okay, got it... you guys be careful."
"Trouble?" Robertson was all business once again.
"Maybe," Danny stood. "We're going to evacuate the staff here. Do you remember Luka who helped us last year?" At Robertson's nod, he continued. "He's leading the evacuation of teachers from the auditorium. We need to get this office staff cleared out. Angel might have the Burnharts in the boiler room."
Robertson nodded again and helped get the office staff outside to join the teachers who exited right before them. He was halfway out the door himself when he noticed Danny stop short of the exit, "Aren't you coming? What's wrong?"
Danny stared out into the parking lot, and then pointed at a van pulled up to the main entrance, "Godfather's Exterminating. They were at the Burnhart residence the day before the fire. We think they may have been spreading the accelerant. Pretty big coincidence to have them here, too." He turned to go back in the school. "I'm going to go find them."
"Then I'm coming with you." Robertson declared.
Danny thought about protesting but realized he didn't have his gun so backup was probably a good idea. "Hey, Luka, when HPD gets here, send them our way. We're checking something out. C'mon, Gup Gup, let's go."