A/N: Happy Thursday/Friday! I say that because I'm not exactly sure when I will post this week's update. I work Friday, so I am working on the update today but we are under sever weather warnings so I may not have the Internet to post anything if the apocalypse strikes. I also have a few other stories that I am working on, and I like to post everything at one, so that is why it could take a little longer. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this update and thank you for the wonderful comments on this story!

Also, these next two chapters are the last for this story bringing it to an end. Thank you to everyone who has read it and commented on it. I'm so happy you enjoyed it! Onward to new things! Enjoy!

Chapter 21: Truth About Five-O

The car turned up little more than the name of the rental company that it belonged to and once it was cleared, Steve and Sherlock made their drive back down to the southern city centre. The bullpen was still full and buzzing with activity when they returned, although it was now quite late in the evening.

"The suspects have been remanded into custody. Esparza has been cleared by a doctor and he's threatening to have his cartel partners wipe us out," Danny said as Steve came to the computer table. "We've already contacted the FBI about the threats."

"And so we hand over our evidence to the prosecution and we're done," Steve said with a sigh and looked to the monitors around him for solace.

"Well you still have a treasure to find and Sherlock still has to find out why Hawaii was the place Frank Hudson chose for his hiding place," Danny said sympathetically. "And as far as I can tell, from the mixed messages I got from Esparza, those drugs were meant to get here as a show of his ability in smuggling, so we have to figure out who on the island is now out thousands of dollars in drugs, and who is likely very unhappy to be know that they are now on our radar, but that is all work for another day."

"We can hand that to the drug unit and move on to something more fun," Steve said with a shake of his head. "Good work, Danno."

Danny rolled his eyes and stepped away from the computer table, and moved toward his office.

"Where is John?" Sherlock asked before Danny could sequester himself away.

"He's finally been taken to the hotel that we're lined up for you," Danny answered. "I understand he's keen to get home to his wife and baby."

"I suppose there is nothing more for us to do here," Sherlock said with a nod. "We'll leave you to it then."

"It was a pleasure to meet you," Danny said and extended his hand to the consulting detective. "I respect what you do in the name of Justice in your country and for your people," He added.

"And I you, Detective," Sherlock said as he accepted the gesture and returned it.

"We've arranged to have someone take you to the hotel," Danny added before the moment could get awkward.

"Thank you," Sherlock said.

With that, Danny moved to his office, retrieved his keys and left the offices that he shared with the rest of his teammates.

"How old are his children?" Sherlock asked as he moved back to where Steve stood. "They can't be that old but the divorce has been final for quite some time."

"Fifteen and five," Steve said without really thinking about it.

"Different mothers?" Sherlock asked.

"No, same mom, all different drama," Steve said and looked to Sherlock now. "Didn't expect that in your profile of my partner, who now holds your attention, did you?" He asked.

"No," Sherlock admitted. "But he has come to accept his place here."

"Go on," Steve said with a smile. "I'd been looking forward to this display since I read your profile, so tell me all there is to know about Danny Williams."

"No, you want to believe that I can't profile a person like you because of your SEAL training but you're an open book aren't you McGarrett. Born and raised in Hawaii, until your mother faked her death, you excelled in the service in the hopes of building an armour against being hurt again. However, everyone in your life has torn apart that armour and left you with visible scars, a need to lead and command those around you, and a desire to be the wall between your loved ones and the evil all around you. But your friends are all very capable of taking care of themselves and that is the struggle you daily face. You've recently been through a devastating break up, your mother is once again off your radar, and you long for something akin to what Danny has. You hold guilt about the injuries your friends have received, partially because of the events that occurred when you put Daniel in harms way when you first met, and you find it unnerving that you've settled so well into a civilian life," Sherlock explained.

"Incredible," Steve gasped.

"Now Daniel, there is an interesting man. Pity I'll not have more time with him," Sherlock said with a twisted sort of smile. "But then again he's built walls that only you seem to break down."

"Danny's an open book," Steve stated defiantly.

"No, he wants you to think that you know everything there is to know about him because you've read it all in his files, but there is much more to him just below the surface that he's protecting. You've seen glimpses of you, and he's let you, and only you, in on other things, but there are walls for the Detective that he's not yet ready to tear down."

"Like what?" Steve asked and crossed his arms.

"I respect him too much to give you anymore. You will have to break down those defences on your own," Sherlock said with a slight bow. "He doesn't really mind it when you drive, though," he finished with a wink. "And now I would like to rest. Who's taking me to my hotel?" He asked to the whole office.

Chin stepped out of his office and came toward him. "I am," he answered.

"Kono has decided that you got off your duties as my liaison and so you will play chauffeur?" Sherlock asked in response.

"It is true, she has," Chin accepted his fate. "I never did get you to the hotel this morning as were my orders to begin with, and so, here we go at last."

"Lead the way, sir," Sherlock said and followed as he left the Five-O office space much as he had found it when he arrived.