Danny took in the scene before him, a hundred or so Hawaiian warriors trying to club each other with ancient weapons. It was like a primitive version of football. Despite himself, he couldn't help picturing Steve and Chin dressed in one of those malo things out on the grid iron with twenty other guys in similar attire. Wouldn't that just boost the Superbowl's ratings. Cringing/laughing at the mental image, he pushed the button on the air horn. Time to start interviewing the re-enactors. This should be entertaining.

Wow, what a coincidence. Gabby would have to be an expert on Hawaiian artifacts. Not only did Chin and Kono have to weigh in on his private life, Steve gets a front row seat. To say he was uncomfortable having Steve witness his interaction with Gabby would be understating the matter. Steve was too perceptive for his own good and he was a dog with a meaty bone. The interrogation in the car, case in point. Giving him relationship advice, whatever. Yeah, so okay, the guy might occasionally have a valid point, but not this time. It's purely coincidence that he was planning on an ohana gathering at the Hilton on Friday so Grace and Gabby could meet and if he keeps repeating that, he'll believe it.

God, could his luck get any shittier. First the 'Love Doctor' in the guise of a six foot SEAL and now the swimming exhibition courtesy of the 'save the planet' activist du jour. Squelching back to the car, Danny prayed that Steve would let it go. Proving Danny's thoughts about God, Steve speaks up.

"So, you really can swim, Danno," Steve stated trying and failing for an innocent tone.

"Yes, Steven, I can swim. I believe I've told you that little fact before."

Steve cocked his head and smiled at his partner. "Yes, yes you have."

Danny went defensive. "What? What's with the face?"

"I've told you a million times, I don't have faces," Steve came back.

"Oh, I disagree. You so do have faces and right now you are wearing you're Had to See it to Believe it face."

"Well, Danny, I do admit that's what I'm thinking."

"So babe, you're admitting you have expressive faces?" Danny jumped on Steve's words.

"I'm not admitting to anything. I'm just saying you read my thoughts correctly this once," Steve stuttered.

"Ha! I read your feelings through your facial expression. You do have faces," Danny crowed.

"I don't have faces," Steve pouted.

"Keep telling yourself that, babe. Keep telling yourself that." Danny let Steve manhandle their suspect and call HPD for pick up while he grabbed a dry t-shirt from a duffle in the trunk. Guess he should be thankful Steve gets wet often enough that he keeps a spare set of clothes in Danny's car. Nah, the shirt is a little too tight across the shoulders so he'll keep his thankfulness in check for now.

"Danny, how is it that you can be from Jersey and not swim or surf?" Steve asked, still not letting the conversation go.

"Okay, again. I swim for survival, not fun. In addition, you've been to the east coast; surely you've stuck your toes in the Atlantic a time or two. It's cold! Why would anyone in their right mind willingly subject themselves to water torture and potential hypothermia just to stand on a fiberglass board for a few minutes?" Danny was on a roll. "You'd have to be an idiot or worse to even think about it."

Steve cut him off, "We had cold water conditioning during SEAL training."

"Just proving my point, Steven."

Their suspect, obviously feeling left out, piped up, "So how long have you two been married?"

"Shut up!" the partners shouted.

Friday night rolled around a little too fast for Danny. Yes, they'd been dating for three months, but Danny still wasn't sure introducing Gabby to his daughter was a good idea, so much could go wrong. Okay, maybe he was a bit paranoid, but he's a divorced, single father who also happens to have a shady past. Sue him. He's earned the right to be cautious. Who would've thought Kamekona would be his biggest advocate, now if he could get Steve to stop pushing. Fat chance of that happening any time soon.