A/N: Well everyone, here it is, as promised. This weeks installment features some funny one, and some stories that I got a little carried away with, and some that I'm a little worried are old characters of mine rearing their ugly, scary, totally traumatizing, heads. I'll point that one out when I get there…but until then, Enjoy to the best of your abilities!
Also, how about Sunday night's super spectacular episode? Crazy right and we get a brand new one tonight! Man we're spoiled!
Prompts 241 to 250
This first one is kind of a New Years resolution for Danny, and if everything goes well with tonight's episode, maybe my head canon of Danny having full custody of Grace will become actual canon – that would be super fun! So really this is just a little light hearted thing.
What you ate for breakfast.
"We should stop and grab something at Rainbow's before we head in," Danny stated after having picked up McGarrett, switched placed with him in the car, and was now staring out the window longingly.
"I thought you took my advice and started making your own breakfast." Steve said but changed course and headed for the diner.
"I did, and I'm doing well. Oatmeal, which I hate, with a smoothie that is the same colour as sea slime but doesn't taste nearly as bad as it looks, and fruit, which is Grace's favourite part. She loves the stuff, even the oatmeal if it's got berries on it."
"Then how are you hungry?" Steve asked.
"Well Grace has to be on the bus to school by 7:30, so I wake her up at 6:45, so I'm really awake before 6 to get myself ready, and breakfast ready, and to make sure she's got everything she needs for school all packed up, and by the time that is all over, she's on the bus, I've cleaned the kitchen and I'm ready to come and get you - I'm hungry all over again."
"The stresses of being a single parent," Steve said mockingly.
"Don't get me wrong, this is what I wanted and I wouldn't trade a single moment of it for anything, but I'm hungry now. We're just going in to work to do paper work because we're wrapping up a case, and Kono's in court all morning and Chin has therapy, so who's to stop us from getting coffee and Loco Moco and then heading in to work?"
"You don't have to try and convince me, we're already on our way," Steve laughed, "besides, I'm kinda hungry too and I'd never turn down Loco Moco."
"Perfect, my plan is to put myself into a food coma until you find us another case."
"What about your paper work?"
Danny shrugged, "I'll get to it, eventually, maybe after we get ourselves into a foot chase or a car chase, something to work off the food." Danny said with a wink.
"You'll find any way to justify food, wont you?" Steve asked as he pulled the car to a stop.
"I don't need to justify food. Food is delicious, isn't that justification enough?"
"Yes, but don't tell anyone I agree with you."
"They know, Steve. They already know."
Okay, so some of you may recall a little story I wrote called Hamau Pohaku, in which I had Danny buried alive by an old enemy that came looking for him in Hawaii. What I didn't do in that story was kill of his sister…leaving it wide open for revenge and a sequel. Well, when I started this prompt, it started as innocently as any other and then, in my head, I heard this evil cackle and there was Gladys…
Toto, if we're not in Kansas anymore, where are we?
Having struggled against his bonds until his muscles ached, and after finally coming to with a rather large lump forming on the side of his head, Danny was finally able to free one arm from the multitudes of ropes and wire that cut through his clothing and ripped at his skin, and he was able to pull the gag out of his mouth.
"Steve! Can you move, Steve?" Danny asked feeling the weight of his partner slumped and silent behind him.
They sat, tied together on the floor of a very dark room. The dripping of water could be heard off in the distance, and the place smelled of mold and salt. It was damp everywhere, and pitch dark, but Danny's eyes had started to adjust to the lack of light, and even though it was muggy and humid, Danny shivered right down to his core.
"Steve can you hear me?"
Steve groaned.
"What did they do to you?" Danny asked as he twisted his other arm free and continued working to get himself completely untangled.
"You went down like a ton of bricks and I didn't want you to get hurt anymore, so I just kept fighting," Steve answered weakly.
"I went down like a ton of bricks so that I wouldn't get hurt anymore - also I got conked on the side the head with a rifle stock, it was enough to put me out. You should have followed my lead so that maybe we could both be trying to get free from these ropes and not just me doing all the work." Danny ranted trying to assess the damage as his adrenaline ran high and his worry for Steve started to peak, as his partner continue to slump weakly behind him and his head rolled forward as if Steve was having a very hard time holding himself up and staying conscious.
Steve groaned again.
"Don't worry, I've almost got this," Danny said in response to his partner.
"Watch the wires," Steve said as he tensed momentarily and then slumped again.
"Sorry, they are cutting me too, but I'm almost out."
"I have wire cutters in the car," Steve said weakly.
"I don't think the car is anywhere near where we are." Danny stated as he freed his leg and moved gingerly to stand, although hunched over to keep his balance and to help Steve. "I don't think we're in Kansas anymore, Toto."
"I can't tell." Steve said as he opened his eyes to see his partner hunched over him and working on the robes that bound him. "Everything's a blur."
"Well you look like you took a might good beating to your head and face, so I'm not surprised that you're a little out of it." Danny said. "I can tell you for sure, this is not the warehouse we arrived at, and this is not the location we were beat up in. Frankly, Steve, I don't know where we are."
"What do you smell?" Steve asked.
"What do you smell?" Danny asked looking at his partner with suspicion and worry.
"I can't smell right now, I think they broke my nose. I can hear dripping water though." Steve explained.
"Yeah, I hear that too, but it would go hand in hand with the fact that it was raining this morning, or yesterday morning, or whenever depending on how long we've been out."
"But it's dripping inside," Steve commented. "We are inside something, aren't we?"
"Yes, we are inside a very dark, room." Danny stated and the remembrance of other claustrophobic spaces caused his stomach to twist, but it made him more determined to work harder at the bonds that tied his best friend.
"What do you smell?" Steve asked again.
"I smell, I smell, blood, probably yours and I smell sweat, also probably yours."
"In the room Daniel," Steve corrected with impatience.
"Well at least we know you're coherent-ish," Danny stated and Steve could see the ghost of a smile cross his partners face.
"Good evaluation of my mental faculties," Steve said with a weak grin, "but what else do you smell."
"Salt and mold," Danny stated, "maybe something metallic that has been sitting in water too long."
"The ground feels like concrete, so we can rule out shipping container."
"And coffins," Danny said as the memory of his greatest fears flooded in around him.
"We're definitely not in coffins," Steve said with a nod of his head that spoke more to what he knew had crossed Danny's mind, "and at least we're together this time."
"True," Danny said and finished untying his partner. "There, you're free. Now, can you move?" he asked.
"Give me a hand," Steve stated and reached out for Danny.
Danny pulled Steve to his feet, and then felt his partner start and buckle to his knees.
"What happened?" Danny asked with concern.
"Low ceiling," Steve stated, "can't you tell?"
Danny straightened up and felt the ceiling brush his head before he crouched again, "So we are in a small space."
"Don't panic," Steve stated as he felt his partners grip on his bicep tighten.
"I'm not going to panic," Danny retorted defensively.
"I think I know where we are," Steve stated as he forced himself to stay on his hands and knees as he began to crawl toward the sound of the dripping water.
"Wait, where are you going?" Danny asked, and although he crouched, he followed Steve.
"I think we're in a flood drain, and if the rain hasn't stopped the city will opened these flood ways to help the sewers and avoid back ups. If we are trapped down here when that happens, we're goners."
"We are definitely not in Kansas anymore."
This one is just another argument. Are you guys getting sick of them?
Tell the story of the time you lost an argument.
"I don't lose arguments because I know which ones I can win." Danny stated with a wave of his hand.
"No you don't!" Steve argued from his place as he drove.
"Yes, if I know the argument isn't worth having, I will remain calm, collected and quiet, but if I know I'm right and you're wrong, trust me, the argument will happen and I always win."
"You may get in the last word, but that doesn't mean you've won. It just means that there is no getting through that thick skull of yours, so I just let you get it all out of your system, and then there is peace."
"You just don't want to admit that I am right, and that arguments like these I always win."
"You don't win, Daniel, I just let you think you do because you like to get all up in my face when we are stuck together in the car and really I can't walk away from you so I just let you rant, tune you out and then it's over."
"If that really were the case, why aren't you tuning me out now?" Danny asked angrily.
"I'm about to."
"And then I win!"
"No, you don't win!"
"Yes, I win!"
"Oh my god!" Steve stated in frustration as he pulled the car into a parking space, shut down the engine and got out. "No Daniel, you don't win, and this is me walking away because I can now!"
"You are walking away because you know I'm right, and therefore you give up!"
Steve continued to walk without responding to his partner.
"See, I am right," Danny yelled and had to jog to catch up with his partner.
"Can I lock you in the interrogation room with your suspect and just leave you there?" Steve asked with a sigh.
"Only if you are admitting that my superior linguistic skills are the reason that I am such an amazing detective and because you know that I will get all the information from the suspect that you want."
"No, I'll not admit that, but I will admit that I want to lock you in there with the suspect because I just don't want to listen to you anymore."
"So I win?"
Steve rolled his eyes.
"You'll get the last word."
"I win!" Danny beamed proudly.
Steve shook his head and walked off toward his office and locked Danny out.
There will be a time when Steve just pushes Danny too far and Danny will explode…or maybe not…
Write a love letter to a person you dislike.
"Dear Steven, you think you are the most important person in my life, and maybe – next to Grace – you are, but I don't know how that happened." Danny ranted, stopped Steve from commenting by flailing his hands in Steve's face and then continued. "You are my partner and I trust you with my life. There are times when we are as thick as thieves, or brothers, but most of the time I just can't stand you – you make me so angry I could almost kill you, with my bare hands, and a rubber band and a tooth pick!"
"Harsh. Daniel…"
"Sometimes I feel like we are married, and sometimes I feel like you don't listen to me - that I put in all the effort - but you ignore it. It doesn't surprise me, sometimes, that people think we are gay, because sometimes you act like it. Now, I don't have anything against people who are gay, I know I am not gay, I know you are not gay, and I know that we are not gay together – nor are we happy together at this moment in time."
"Hold on, people think we are gay?"
"Oh my God," Danny said as he face-palmed himself. "Yes, they do."
Steve coloured.
"So, at this time, I dislike you – a lot – and I would like to know what you plan to do about it Steven, because ranting isn't getting through to you and texting isn't working either. So do I need to put this all down on paper, staple it to your forehead, to get you to understand where I am coming from?"
"I get it Daniel."
"Do you really, Steven, because sometimes I really don't think you do. Today is one of those times. Do you even know why I am so mad?"
"Is it because I drove the Camaro off the dock?"
"That's part of it, but not the real reason – the underlying nagging reason."
"Is it because I didn't listen when you told me that the suspect turned the other way?"
"You're getting warmer."
"Is it because I got involved in the car chase in the first place?"
Danny touched his nose.
"I get into car chases all the time, what makes this one so different?"
"Aside for the fact that you drove my car into the ocean?"
"I'm sorry, I said I was sorry, why can't you just accept my apologies and move on?"
"Because that's not the only thing, Steve, you have to figure out why getting into the car chase in the first place is the reason I am so mad."
"Is it because HPD had the case under control even before the chase began and I may or may not have made it worse by jumping to conclusions and because of my rash behaviour I ended up dumping your car?"
"And HPD caught their guy two blocks from where you thought you saw the car turn off toward the dock…before you thought you saw the car turn toward the dock, blocks before where I had yelled 'Steve There He Goes'. That's how far off the mark you were today," Danny explained and tried not to yell but his face was red and he was fuming angry.
"What can I do to make up for this?" Steve asked as he watched his partner with great anxiety.
"Aside for a new car, I think we should just take a little break. I'm going to catch the bus and go home and calm down, and then, when I am ready to accept your apology, we can get back to work."
"I can drive you home, I do have my truck." Steve offered.
"I'm not getting into another vehicle with you today," Danny said as he balled his fists. "I want you to go to your office and just think about what you've done."
"I'm really sorry Danny."
"That's good," Danny stated sarcastically and walked out of the office - his shoes still sloshing as he walked.
I really like this one because it kind of defines the partnership between Danny and Steve, and is justified by someone who is a stranger to one of them and he authenticates what we already know.
Write a story that ends with the line "And this is the room where it happened".
Steve and Danny stood in a place that was so unfamiliar to Daniel that he felt liked he had died, and this definitely was not his idea of heaven. Steve stood a little taller, if that was possible, and seemed so much more serious, another event that Danny thought was impossible, but here they were surrounded by young men and old who seemed to be killing themselves - they were working so hard. At their feet were a long row of dirt coloured helmets and on the wall was a bell, and Steve watched the men before him with fondness. Danny on the other hand was horrified.
"This is hell, isn't it? You've finally gotten us killed. We've died and some how you've landed us in Hell." Danny whispered to his, happy, partner.
"Some people would call it that, but you're wrong. We're alive, we didn't die, and this is not your hell Danno. This is just Coronado."
"No, I was right, this is the hell that birthed you and all the other SEALs who have crazily plagued my life."
"This isn't exactly where I got my start. I was in naval intelligence before I signed up to be a SEAL, and even if you want to be a SEAL, passing this challenge isn't the only one. It's just a different kind of new beginning."
"You have got to be crazy to voluntarily sign up for this," Danny stated as he pointed out at the men covered in mud and hauling giant logs through the filth and heat of the Californian sun.
"If you can't hack it, you take off your helmet, ring the bell and you leave. You can leave whenever you want. The navy isn't forcing these men to stay here. They just won't let this challenge kill them, or make them seem weak. I made it through Coronado. I made it through Hell Week." Steve stated proudly.
"A week, they have to do this for a week?" Danny gasped in absolute shock and horror.
"Straight, with little sleep, little food, running all the time and constantly, wet, dirty and aching," Steve explained proudly.
"Hell, this is complete and utter Hell! I'm ringing the bell - the death knells - get me the hell out of here!"
"We're here on business. I'm not going to make you run any drills, so calm down." Steve stated, waited another few moments as he watched the men and then turned toward the building and led Danny inside.
"And I thought our interrogation room was intimidating," Danny sighed as he and Steve were led into a room to wait for the person they had arrived to see.
Within moments the door opened again and a highly decorated officer walked into the room.
"Admiral," Steve stated and saluted.
"Good to see you Commander," The admiral stated and then turned to Danny, "I'm Admiral Jonathan Winchester, it's a pleasure to meet you Detective."
"The pleasure is all mine, Sir," Danny said with a smile and then an awkward glance at his partner, "what, it is, don't look at me like that."
Steve laughed.
"What's so funny Commander?" Jon asked with a smirk.
"Daniel is everything but navy, so I'm trying to decide if he's being sarcastic or if he's actually in awe, which he should be, but he did just spend the last fifteen minutes trying to convince me that he'd died and gone to hell, so I'm not really sure."
"Ah you caught of glimpse of SEAL candidates," Jon stated with a chuckle.
"It's quite intense," Danny admitted.
"It's not for the faint of heart, Detective, but, I image, neither is your profession," Winchester stated respectfully.
Steve smirked again.
Danny shook his head at his partner.
"The two of you often speak without words?"
"We often speak with too many words, but yes, we have developed a kind of silent communication as well," Steve confessed. "What Daniel doesn't want me to tell you is that he appreciates that you see the importance of his profession and that he respects yours as well. In the end we are all men of service and the only difference is the battle fields that we work on."
Danny coloured at the truth and the depth to which Steve had understood the look.
"You got all that from a look?"
"With a partner like Danny, you learn to listen to everything, even the looks."
"It must be quite the team dynamic, this Five-O I've heard so much about."
"We're a band of misfits, let's not overly glorify that, we just have the right representation and different skill sets," Danny stated seriously, "and we've gotten into our fair share of bad situations that I'm not really sure I know how we got out of."
"You're lived your own hell week, I suppose," Winchester commented.
"Too many, if you ask me," Steve stated.
Danny looked to his partner with confusion this time.
"What you just saw, outside, is physically demanding, mentally straining, and exhausting, to be sure, but when you add a life or death situation to that, or a captured friends, or a threat to the security of our homes and our livelihood, you get deeper into the meaning of what hell week really is, and I think we've seen our fair share of absolutely exhausting, strenuous, demanding situations on the job, with our team and for the state of Hawaii." Steve explained.
"I'll agree to that," Danny said with a smirk, "but those are stories for another day, perhaps a day when the Admiral is visiting Hawaii and can put the formalities aside for a beer. For now, we've got business to attend to."
"You may be embarking on a completely new hell week, or longer, if you accept what I have to ask of you," Winchester stated and looked to Steve now. "Under normal circumstances, I would have gone through different avenues to pursue this, but because Joe White is a very good friend of yours, and because he's been relieved of his duties, and the last we saw or heard of him, he was in Hawaii, I think this is more a job for Five-O then it is for the NCIS teams that are on standby."
"What happened to Joe?" Danny asked before the words could come out of Steve's mouth.
"We've received threatening demands about Joe White, without any proof that the people threatening actually have Joe in their custody, but we still can't get a hold of Joe ourselves. Last we'd heard, he was still in Hawaii, and the demands are based out of Hawaii from what we can tell."
Steve and Danny exchanged another worried look.
"When was this last intell, on Joe in Hawaii, received?" Steve asked suspiciously.
"About two months ago." Winchester admitted.
"I lost track of him way before that – in Japan – and I haven't heard from him since."
"We know that he's been on the island of Oahu, primarily, but he's been passing through the other islands as well," Winchester confirmed.
"Good to know," Danny stated and watched his partner with interest.
"What are the demands about?" Steve asked.
"We aren't entirely sure we know what to make of them," Winchester stated honestly. "The demands are for money, information into the whereabouts of Joe White and his resent missions, and a classified file, with the CIA, known as Shelbourn."
Darkness crossed Steve's face.
"You've heard of it."
"All too well," Danny answered for Steve.
"It is a Five-O matter." Steve stated shortly.
"I figured as much, and we are prepared to give you all that we know about the whereabouts of Joe White, to help you with the investigation, but after that, we've got nothing."
"It is better if it stays that way," Steve said as he followed the admiral out of the room that they had been conferencing in, and down a long dark corridor that led into what looked like a control centre.
"This should bring back memories for you, commander," Winchester stated as almost everyone turned their attention toward the admiral and his visitors.
"Why?" Danny whispered to his partner.
"I worked intelligence out of this centre. It was from here that I was pulled into the training to be a SEAL, by Joe White. This is the room where it all happened."
Just another little folly and very Danny Williams if I do say so myself.
What won't you touch with a 10-foot pole? Why?
"I'm not touching that with a 10-foot pole!" Danny stated in absolute disgust and appall.
"Danny, it's just a jellyfish," Steve said as he pulled on a thick pair of work gloves and began hurling the jellyfish back into the ocean.
"When you asked if I would come over and help with some yard work, I thought you meant pruning the trees or cutting back the shrubs, not the great Jellyfish rescue of 2012."
"It's not a rescue, Daniel, it's so that I don't end up with a beach full of gulls messing up more then the beach. Most of these jellies are already dead. I'm throwing them back so that I can save myself the hassle of having to wash down the whole house later."
"And I'm not touching that with a 10-foot pole either," Danny stated.
"So you'll help me then?" Steve asked.
"I'll help by doing something else. What else could I do for you?" He asked as he looked around the yard, "looks to me like the grass could use a good cut and some of these shrubs need a good trim."
"Those are also things on the list for today," Steve said with a nod and hurled two more jellies back into the ocean.
"Okay, I'll get on mowing the lawn while you rescue the beach from a gull invasion."
Steve rolled his eyes, "the mowers in the garage."
"Ten-four!" Danny stated and disappeared around the side of the house again.
When Danny didn't return right away, Steve got suspicious. He pulled out his cell and dialed his friend's number. "Where did you go?" Steve asked when Danny picked up.
"Back to my place," Danny stated.
"Why? I thought you said you were going to help me."
"To get a lawn mower – dumb-ass."
"I have one – moron."
"You have an antique that should be on the wall or in some museum. There was no way in hell I was going to push that thing around and kill myself, so I came back to my place to pick up a real, gas powered, self propelled, mower to make the work easier."
"Or you could have gotten in a work out with the manual one, and it's better for the environment."
"Yeah...no," Danny stated. "Besides, the sooner we get this done, the soon we can enjoy the day by sitting in the sun and drinking beer. Doesn't that sound like way more fun?"
"Are you bringing the beer?" Steve asked grumpily.
"As a matter of fact, I am just picking it up - you're welcome."
"All right, fine, hurry back so that we can get this over with."
So you remember that episode where Catherine was like "this is your idea of romantic?" and Steve was all oblivious. This prompt brought me back to that…
A strange girl who hides herself under layers and layers of clothing.
"Does that look odd to you?" Steve asked as he pointed at a young woman who seemed to be drowning in an oversized sweat shirt and sweat pants.
"If you lived in Jersey at this time of the year - when it starts getting cold but your refuse to pull out your winter clothes just yet, I'd say no, because we northerners know how to make the most of the cold without actually giving into it..." Danny explained.
"But she's here in Hawaii, in a hundred degree weather," Steve stated sarcastically.
"Which, had you let me finish, is indeed odd for this climate. I've also seen many a girl go into a shopping centre wearing something like that and come out looking as fat as you should be to wear clothing that big. So maybe she's the shoplifter we're looking for."
"We'll have to catch her red handed if we want to stop her," Steve stated.
"So let's follow her," Danny suggested.
"What if she goes into a ladies lingerie store?"
"You have a girl friend you could buy something sexy for. I have a girlfriend I could buy something sexy for, it seems legitimate enough, don't you think?" Danny asked.
"Daniel, my girlfriends usually shows up at my house in her work uniform and I take it off, do you really think she needs lingerie?"
"Romance is dead with you, isn't it Steven?" Danny asked with a sigh.
"It must be, because Catherine questions my motives most of the time too," Steve said thoughtfully.
"Hence why you showed up in a tuxedo to pick her up from Kamekona's."
"You think it's romantic if I buy her something that I want to see her in - even if it's only for like minutes?"
"It's the thought that counts, and I really don't want to think about you and Catherine anymore."
"Am I making you uncomfortable, because you were the one that suggested this in the first place?"
"And I'm regretting every aspect of this conversation - well except one," Danny said as he pointed at a near by shop and the girl that they had been following came out looking not as awkward in the clothing she was wearing.
"Caught in the act," Steve stated and bolted as he yelled at her to stop and she took off running leaving a trail of stolen merchandise behind her.
"He fails in every way," Danny sighed as he walked toward the store to help the owner pick up what had been stolen while people stopped to stare.
Sometimes, in my head canon, Steve and Danny have so many more things in common than the show lets on.
Five things you wish you'd asked your grandmother or grandfather.
"I never knew my grandfather. He died before I was born," Steve said sadly, "but I knew a lot about him because he was a war hero."
"My grandmother on my mother's side died in the war too, leaving my grandfather and his sisters to raise the children. Grandma was a nurse, she knew she had to do something because Grand-dad was ineligible for military service, but he worked for war efforts here in the U.S. Come to think of it our grandparents died in much the same way. Grandma was stationed on one of the hospital ships that were sunk by the German subs off the coast of France." Danny explained.
"Wow, what a coincidence. How come you've never told me this before?" Steve asked.
"You never seemed interested enough, and it's not really something that we talk about."
"But it seems like something we should talk about, because, clearly, the Navy is in your blood too."
"Not really, I identified more with my grandfather's business ventures, over the idea of being a medical professional. Really, that's what grandma was, not so much navy. Grand-dad on the other hand was an administrator for an arms factory. They built bombes and bullets and big guns, he's since passed on as well, but I've always wondered if he regretted working in a business that killed - even after the war was over - and yet here I am, carrying a gun every day."
"Do you regret what you've decided will be your profession for the rest of your life?" Steve asked seriously, "I mean, when you're old and you have grandchildren and they come to ask you what you did in your life and if you are proud of those things, what are you honestly going to tell them?"
"Yes, I am proud to be a police officer. Yes, I have some regrets but that I had to make split second decisions and sometimes we make mistakes because we're only human, but I believe I have saved more lives then I have risked." Danny said thoughtfully. "What about you?"
"Well, I'll likely never have kids, so will I ever have grand kids asking questions, probably not," Steve said.
"You say that now, but I foresee children in your future." Danny laughed.
"If that is the case, I will tell them that I had many careers in my time and the one that I feel I made the biggest difference in, is the one I almost refused but only took because my best friend stopped me, held me at gun point and forced me to change my own destiny."
"We weren't best friends then," Danny said.
"I think we were we just didn't know it yet."
"Then it wasn't your destiny that you were changing, but it was fate that made you change your course."
"Maybe it was." Steve smiled and nodded. "Either way, Five-O is my greatest achievement, and I came into it as green as any rookie, even with all my experience in combat and intelligence, and I had to learn how to adapt all over again, and we had some shaky moments, but we learned very quickly what was really important, and if I was asked tomorrow to go back to the SEALs and leave this behind I would say no, just as I know you'll never go back to Jersey."
"You're right," Danny sighed.
"So, is there anything else you'd want to ask your grandparents?" Steve asked as he circled back to the original topic of discussion.
"Sure, things like, how does the mob of the 1930 compare to mob related violence of today, and how were the 50s? Were they really swinging or was that all a lie?"
Steve laughed, "How about, what was it like to watch the first space shuttle go into space?"
"Or why would you want to live on an island in the middle of the ocean?" Danny asked as he pointed at his partner.
"My grandfather was based here, so they had to live here." Steve stated.
"True," Danny said with a laugh.
"What about, why would you want to join the navy in the first place?" Steve asked.
"I ask myself that question about you all the time."
"I was thrown into it, and I don't regret it, but it wasn't the first thing I had wanted to do."
"I know, football," Danny stated.
"No, I wanted to be a cop like my dad."
"Are you serious?"
"You didn't know that?" Steve asked with a laugh.
"No, you never told me that, mister the navy is in my blood."
"Okay, for the record, I wanted to be a cop from like the age of eight on until my dad sent me to military school." Steve explained.
"And now you are," Danny stated.
"Yeah, and I'm proud of it."
"And that's all that matters," Danny stated as his phone began to ring.
"Who is it?" Steve asked as Danny pressed the phone to his ear.
"It's Max, he says he's got something interesting to show us," Danny stated, "wanna pick up a new case? It is Saturday night. We don't have to, but do you wanna go?"
"Yes!" Steve stated, grabbed the Camaro keys off the counter and headed for the door.
"We're on our way, Max." Danny stated and followed his partner.
Sometimes it's just so easy to write a rant when a prompt like this comes alone. It's like when the people made the book that I am getting the prompts out of wrote this with Five-O in mind.
You are the pilot of a jumbo jet, just realizing the plane may crash. What will you tell the crew and the passengers?"
"Don't you dare crash this plane, McGarrett, or so help me God I will kill you." Danny ranted from his place in the cockpit next to the dead pilot, the injured co-pilot and the terrorist that Steve had managed to over power with his bare hands, get the mans weapon and kill him.
Now Steve was acting as the pilot on their final approach to the Honolulu International Airport, and the co-pilot was trying to stay coherent long enough to talk McGarrett through the landing of an aircraft much larger then anything he had ever flown before in his prolific career.
"Of course this would happen. You brag about being able to fly anything, with or without wings, but you've never flown a Boeing in your life." Danny ranted.
"Danny calm down. In theory, it's the same thing. We're going to be fine."
"Fine, right, sure," Danny stated. "Maybe, just maybe, you should get on the radio and tell the rest of the passengers on this flight that you are in control of the air craft and that they will probably live, but you can't guarantee anything. There was mass panic out there just a little while ago."
"Why don't you do that while I concentrate on not getting us killed?"
"I could do it," The semi conscious co-pilot stated.
"No, you help him land this thing and concentrate on not dying," Danny stated and grabbed a head set. "All right, patch me through."
"You're on," The co-pilot stated.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, this is Detective Danny Williams with the Five-O task force. I know some of you don't know what that is, but we're cops and we've taken the plane back - really that's all you need to know at this time - well that and that Lieutenant Commander Steve McGarrett is going to land this plane and get you all safely to Honolulu to enjoy your vacations and put this whole mess behind you. Oh, I guess you should also know that the terrorists are dead as well, so you're safe. And that's all for now, I guess, umm, bye."
"Wow, public speaker you are not Danny Williams," Steve teased.
"What else was I supposed to say?"
"You could have lied and just said that we are making our final approach to Honolulu International Airport and that the captain has tuned on the seatbelt sign, so please return your chairs to their up right position, and thank you for flying Air Hawaii."
"Except you're not the captain," Danny stated.
"He is now," the co-pilot stated.
"Is that demotion for you?" Danny asked mockingly.
"Ask me that when I land this baby like a pro," Steve stated confidently. "You might want to sit down and fasten your seatbelt, Daniel."
"Oh my God, we're going to die."
"We're going to be fine," Steve stated but Danny could see that Steve had started to perspire. "Besides, everyone is waiting on the ground to help once we land, because I called for back up, so what are you worried about."
"He doesn't usually call for back up - I'm assuming?" The co-pilot asked.
"No, not often," Danny stated, "and for your information, Steven, those emergency response people that are down there on that runway, are waiting for you crash so that they can comb through the wreckage for our mangled bodies."
"We're not going to crash," Steve stated and pulled up on the controls. "We are not going to crash."
Danny held his breath and closed his eyes as he waited - just waited for the end - but when it didn't come and the landing was as normal as any he had ever felt in a jumbo jet before, he let out a sigh of relief.
"Well, now that that's over, let's get you some medical help!" Steve stated to the co-pilot as the aircraft came to a complete stop and the sound of sirens could be heard.
"Aren't you gonna taxi us to a gate?" Danny asked indignantly.
"What do I look like an Airline Pilot?" Steve huffed but there was a twinkle in his eyes, "no, we're going to let HPD comb this aircraft while we get this man to the EMTs. We've done our job, now it's time to let the good folks of Law Enforcement do theirs."
"I thought you were law enforcement," The co-pilot stated.
"We are, but we only deal with the big things. McGarrett usually leaves everything to be cleaned up by the people below him." Danny stated sarcastically as he unlocked the cockpit door and Steve hoisted the co-pilot up and supported him as they stepped around the dead pilot and the dead terrorist.
Out side the cockpit laid another pair of dead terrorist, a dead steward, and a frightened, but cheering, plane full of passengers.
"Um, Hi, I'm Steve, and I've got to get this man to help as quickly as possible, but Danny here will tell you what's going to happen." Steve announced as the rest of the flight staff opened the airplane door to let Steve off and let HPD on board.
"Okay, I guess I am," Danny stated as he stepped over the dead people and into one of the isles. "So, I'm detective Danny Williams, yes thank you," he smiled as the people cheered again. "So, we need for you to all stay calm, and patient while we set up a staging area and then we will let you off this plane to be questioned by police. I'm sorry but it has to happen this way, and then you will get to carry on with your vacations or what not – we will also be providing counseling if you feel the need to talk to someone after the ordeal we just lived through. Thank you for flying Air Hawaii and Welcome to Honolulu." Danny finished as Officer Duke Lukela was followed onto the plane by a pack of other officers. "It's all yours Duke," Danny stated and petted the man on the shoulder before he too fled off the aircraft.
"Welcome to Hawaii," Duke stated nervously as he looked at the hundreds of people before him. "We're really sorry about the inconvenience, but if you will all stay calm and follow me, we'll lead you off the aircraft starting at the front and working our way back. Mind you step please, and follow the instructions of the officers on the tarmac. Thank you."
This is the last for this set, and my favourite for this installment. Sorry if by the end you have Beatles tunes stuck in your head…I know I did.
It's your first day on Death Row. Plan the next ten years of your life in this eight-by-ten cell, as you wait for your day to come.
"If my mother could see me now," Danny sighed to himself as he sat in the tiny cell, dressed in bright orange and having the worst hair day he'd ever had in his entire life. "Why did I volunteer for this? Oh right, because I'm the only one who hasn't gone into Halawa - except for Kono, but she wouldn't have access in here anyway because our suspect is male and on death row! Awesome." He grumbled to himself.
"Williams you have a visitor," the guard stated startling Danny out of his thoughts.
"I don't wanna talk to no body," Danny growled.
"And I don't want to talk to the man who murdered Commander McGarrett in cold blood, but we can't always get what we want, so get to your feet and come to the bars." The guard ordered.
"So this is how it's going to be, is it?" Danny asked with a sigh as he turned around and put his hands through the opening in the bar to be handcuffed, "and all because I'd been warning McGarrett for years to not push me. He'd gotten me shot six time because he wouldn't call for back up, and because he ran into stupid situations without thinking of the well being of others, and I had been threatening to shoot him for the same amount of time. So I had a moment of insanity, and I shot him - he deserved it! Sorry, but I'm not sorry."
"You're complaining, when you had such a good gig going here with Five-O. You were the elite. You could do anything and people of Hawaii worshiped you for it and you through it all away because you got tired of McGarrett not listening to you?"
"Pretty much." Danny stated with a nod.
"Well good luck with your appeal and the insanity plea, you're gonna need it." The guard stated and led Danny down the hall and into an interrogation room where he was leg shackled and locked to the steal table that was bolted to the floor.
"The grass is always greener on the other side," Danny said so himself and looked around the interrogation room from the different vantage point, "not on this side, that's for sure."
About twelve minutes later a man walked into the interrogation room dressed in a full business suite and sporting long shaggy hair and a goatee, with round glasses and a red and yellow striped tie.
"Nice disguise," Danny half chuckled as he recognized only McGarrett's eyes behind the mask of prosthetics and make up.
"Shh, they could be listening and they'll blow our cover." Steve hissed.
"Man, the people that need to know what's going on, know what's going on and the people that need to be oblivious think I shot you in cold blood because I got fed up with ranting at you and you never listening to me - so I shot you."
"Sounds like something you would do." Steve teased with a smirk behind the fake facial hair.
"You look like an old, pedophile, Harry Potter. Was that the look you were going for?"
"You look like a road pylon."
"Orange is the new black."
"Sure, if you're a pumpkin."
"I miss you too," Danny smiled at his partner.
"How are you holding up?" Steve asked seriously.
"I'm in solitary, which isn't good for our investigation, but I have plotted out the next ten years of my life, while behind bars, and as far as anyone who checks my cell is concerned, I'm still really mad at you and for three of my next ten years I plan to write a book about Five-O, reveal all of your military secrets, bring about world peace, develop stricter gun laws and memorize every last song in the Beatles Catalogue."
"And what about the other seven years of your incarceration before you get your lethal injection?" Steve joked.
"Build a couple of model planes, discover the secrets of boats in bottles - how do they do that? I want to watch all nine seasons of The X-Files, learn all of the Shakespeare sonnets and soliloquies by heart. Make a fully functioning diorama depicting how I killed you - with real pyrotechnics - and lastly stage a full on production of Les Miserable using only the men who are serving life sentences here."
"That should take you about a year and a half," Steve laughed. "Should I leave you in here for a while because it sounds like you have a lot you want to do?"
"Oh hell no, they gave me a copy of David Copperfield to read, and nothing happens in it - it's so boring. You gotta get me outta here!" Danny stated with a shake of his head. "Although I would love to play Jean Valjean at least once in my life."
"But you can't sing!"
"Touché," Danny stated, "but admit it, you would love to see Sang Min in the roll of Fantine because he's got the hair for it!"
Steve shook his head and lowered his eyes to try and control his laughter.
"So what's the plan now that you are dead and I'm in here?"
"You are being kept in solitary right next to a man whom we believe is a serial murder."
"Nice neighbours," Danny stated, "but I already knew that."
"He covered up his killings by parading himself around as an upstanding member of whichever police force he could get hired on with. He had rave reviews from his previous employers, and his reasons for leave different the other cities were that his wife's job caused them to move around a lot."
"But no one ever met his wife."
"No, he was arrested when the body of his actual wife turned up in South Dakota, after having been reported missed eight and a half years ago."
"Have we determined how long he's been in Hawaii?" Danny asked.
"We believe that the murder of his wife was when his jump to Hawaii happened. After spending two years building up a story and acting the part of concerned husband for his missing wife, he left the area. We managed to get a hold of his previous chief, and he told us that Lieutenant James Padick had told him that he was just incapable of staying any longer and waiting to see if his wife would return. He was sure she was dead. They had spent two and a half years searching for her. It was time for him to try and move on and he had to leave because everything that he knew in South Dakota reminded him of her."
"Sounds reasonable enough."
"Yeah, and who would suspect anything when he was the one mounting all the searches, doing all the public appearances and begging for her to be returned to him. We have videos from their local news stations that depict the grief stricken police office trying to find his wife. But, eight years later when her body was found and it shows signs that match that of a serial killer who is familiar with his victims and who has killed in nine different states, he was arrested." Steve explained.
"And now, we have another set of murders that were not at all like his last, but the victims were all suspects in one or another of the crimes that Lieutenant Padick investigated with the HPD."
"Exactly, so we want to know if he changed his tactics and these are actually his murders or if we are still looking for another killer." Steve explained.
"So as one killing cop to another, you want me to get a confession." Danny nodded, "and you can guarantee that I will stay in solitary?"
"Yes," Steve nodded.
"And you're taking really good care of my baby girl?"
"She eats her vegetables every day, her marks are perfect and she's sent you a letter." Steve said and reached into his suit jacket pocket and placed an envelope on the table.
"Thank you," Danny half smiled, "but you better get me out of here soon, Steve, because this is not the place for me."
"I know, Danno, but it had to be you because Chin and I have both already been on the inside."
Danny nodded, with a sigh. "Hey, stash that letter for me, I can't really move." Danny said just as Steve got up to leave.
"Sorry about all the shackles."
"It's procedure; it's not your fault." Danny said as Steve tucked the letter down the back of Danny's jumpsuit, and then buzzed to be let out of the interrogation room.
As the door opened to let Harry Potter Steve out of the interrogation room, Danny started to sing.
"Eleanor Rigby, died in the church and was buried along with her name. No body came. Father McKenzie wiping the dirt from his hands as he walks from the grave. No one was saved..."
Well that's all for now. Hope you liked this set. As always, tell me what you liked and I hope everyone enjoys today's second new Five-O in a row!