"All I'm saying is that everything with you is a competition," Danny told Steve as they walked to the truck the next morning. "It doesn't matter if it's golf or football or putt-putt or freakin' Scrabble, you think you have to win. Have you never heard of doing something just for fun? I mean, can we not just have a fun day without having to keep score?"

Steve looked at him incredulously. "No. Why would you want to do that? What would be the point in even playing?"

"The point, Steven, would be to have fun."

"Winning is fun."

Danny rolled his eyes. "Yeah, and I'm sure you're a gracious loser too."

"What're you talking about, Danno?" Steve asked, smirking at him. "I don't lose."

"Insufferable SEAL," Danny muttered, climbing into the truck as his partner laughed.

"Okay, everyone," Callie said, clapping her hands together. "This is John. John is our attendant for the day. He's going to explain everything, then we'll get started."

"Hey, guys," the older man said to the group, smiling. "I've been looking forward to this since Callie booked it."

John quickly went over how everything was going to work. Each person was outfitted with a vest with a sensor, a laser gun, and a headset. The group had the option of communicating only with their team or with the whole group, and they decided being able to hear everyone would be more fun. The group headed out, each individual moving to a spot where they wanted to begin the game. The majority of the group had worn camo, with the remaining members choosing dark colored clothing, and they blended in well with the forest. After about five minutes, John came over the link and called for the game to start.

Not two minutes later, a buzz signified that one member had already gone down. Jay's laughter could be heard over the link.

"Got you, Cal!"

"Aw, that stinks," came Callie's voice.

There was a pause before Steve responded. "Well, that's….disappointing."

Callie giggled in embarrassment. "Yeah…guess I haven't picked up any skills from you, huh?"

The game continued for a long time, with everyone except for the SEALs being slowly eliminated. "They're good at this," Will commented, when it was finally down to just Steve and Jay.

"I'm pretty sure it's their job," Grace replied, laughing. "We may be here all day."

"Not all day, Gracie," Steve replied over the link. "Jay just made a mistake."

"Ah, crap," Jay said in disgust. "Where are you, McGarrett?"

"Wouldn't you like to know?"

"Oh, stop playing with me and just shoot me already."

"I've waited years for you to say that, Jaybird."

"Ha. Ha. So hilarious."

"Oh, don't make that face. It's not a good look for you."

"Is there any hope of me getting away?"

"Nope."

"What if I ran?"

"Nuh-uh."

"If I ran really fast?"

"I'll get you before you take a step."

"I still don't see you."

"Isn't that the point?"

"You suck, McGarrett."

"Nah."

"Well, not when we're on the same team. But opposite teams? Yes, you definitely suck."

"Boys, are y'all going to finish anytime soon? The rest of us are getting hungry," Jack grinned at the others.

"Sure thing," Steve replied. "Hey, Jaybird?"

"Yeah?"

"Gotcha."

The buzzer on Jay's vest sounded.

"That was a lot of fun," Will said as the group ate pizza for lunch on Steve's lanai. "Thank you, Callie."

Callie smiled. "You're welcome."

"So when did y'all learn how to do all that stuff?" he asked Steve's team.

"BUD/s, then a lot of, uh, on the job training," Greg laughed. "Some stuff you have to be trained and qualify for, like rifleman and parachutist. Your boy there," he nodded his head to Steve, "is one of the best snipers I've ever seen. I've seen him drop a, um, target from 2,000 yards."

"Wow," Will said. "That's cool. I never knew all this stuff about him."

"He is a pretty cool guy," Greg winked. "Just don't ever tell him I said that."

Will laughed. "They're talking to us about careers and stuff at school. I know I don't want to be a SEAL—no offense, but you guys are crazy—but I think I might like the Navy. The parachuting stuff seems cool."

"It is. You'll have to go with Steve sometime when he jumps. It's cool to watch; it's even better to do it. I'd say to ask him if you could do a tandem jump sometime, but he hates those."

"That's when you're strapped to someone who's already certified, right?" Will asked.

"Yeah." Greg grinned. "You want to see Steve just about come out of his skin, ask him to do one of those."

Scott, listening to the conversation, chuckled. "No, McGarrett can't stand it. When you're ready, though, one of us would be happy to jump with you." Greg nodded in agreement.

"Thanks. I think it'll be a while though." Will grinned.

"Nothing wrong with that," Scott told him, bumping his shoulder.

"I'd like to go watch sometime. That sounds cool," Will told the SEALs.

"Go watch what?" Steve asked, catching the last part of the conversation from the other end of the long table.

"Jumps," Scott told him. "We told Will you could probably arrange that."

"Oh. Yeah, sure." Steve nodded.

"You have to log some hours soon anyway. That'd be a good chance to take young Grover there along," Jack said.

Every SEAL on the lanai looked up and at Jack at the same time.

"You keeping check on my file, Jack?" Steve asked, eyebrows raised.

"I just took a look at it before we came out here," Jack replied, looking Steve directly in the eyes. "You already scheduled your jumps for recert?"

Steve nodded, taking a pull of the beer in front of him, eyes giving away nothing. "End of next month."

The members of Five-0 were trying to follow the conversation that seemed to be happening silently around them.

"With your time off this week, and all the boys here, it may be a good time for you to lead a jump and get those hours in," Jack said. "There are a couple more of you who need to recertify soon too. Good time to practice jumping with your CO."

Steve and Jack were still holding eye contact, the rest of the people on the lanai looking at each other, waiting to be clued in on what was going on.

Steve took another swig of beer.

"You're reactivating me."