A/N: Happy Friday everyone! It's been another insane week for me, so I have had very little time to do much of anything but I did get these finished for you. Enjoy!

Prompts 316 to 320

316. He's not well but he doesn't want anyone to know. How does he hide it?

Grace sat sadly at the kitchen table trying to do her homework but failing because she was distracted.

"What's up Monkey?" Danny asked cheerfully. It had been quite some time since he'd addressed her in that way.

"A friend of mine has cancer," Grace said and sighed. "He's still able to be at school but not for much longer because he's going to have surgery. Apparently he's been going through this for a long time and no one knew about it but now that we know, you can see it in him. I'm just shocked and really sad that we didn't recognize it before, that we are so closed off to the idea of it, or noticing things in our friends, that we didn't even notice it before he finally told us."

"Sometimes that's the way people want it," Danny said sympathetically. "People sometimes don't want to be treated liked they are sick, or like they need your sympathy, and the fact is that you see him differently now, whereas before, he was just your friend."

"That's true I guess. It will be hard not to treat him differently, I just wonder, had things gone better, if he would have told us," She said as she turned in her chair, leaving her homework to sit, and looked to her father who was making dinner.

"Had things been different, had it gone better, had he not needed surgery, maybe," Danny said and shrugged. "I guess there comes a time when everyone needs a little support. There was a time, I assume, when he though that things were going well and that he would be fine, and so by not telling you, he kept normalcy in his life. But now…"

"Now things have gotten bad and he doesn't know if he's going to make it," Grace interrupted.

"Exactly," Danny said as he noticed tears in her eyes. "Cry now, my sweet child, but be brave and strong and show support in his hard time when you're with him," he said as she stood and came to him.

"How?" She asked.

"How do we have strength in troubling times?" Danny asked as he looked down into her face. "We pray, we help, we visit and sped time with them. We do nice things, and we try to keep things as normal as possible, to keep their spirits up, when they are suffering."

"And when we're not with them?" She asked.

"You pray even harder. You cry your tears. You feel your feelings and try to wrap your head around what it means. You've dealt with death in your life, but never of someone as young as this, and though he's not dying right now, that is a possibility of his condition. So you get ready in any way that you can, and you pray for healing so that it doesn't come to that."

"Will you take me to visit him in the hospital?" Grace asked.

"Of course, you how how things get because we had to deal with a lot of the same conditions for your bother. I will take you any time you want, and if I can't we'll get someone to take you up there."

"I think that's why he told me," Grace confessed. "He hasn't really, really, told our friends but he told me and asked a lot of questions about Charlie's transplant."

"Although Charlie's condition wasn't cancer, it was similar, so he's looking to your for guidance. I would take comfort in that. He trusts you, he's concerned but he knows that you've been through this. You told him that Charlie is doing really well?" Danny asked.

"I did," Grace answered.

"Good, it was probably comforting for him," Danny smiled. "I know you're sad, it's always sad when young people are sick, but he knows he can look to your for support now. I'm proud of you, I'm proud of the way you're handling this, and I support you and your friends."

"Thank you," she said and smiled.

"Homework?" He asked and motioned with his chin to the table.

"Yeah." She nodded and returned to her place with new resolve.

317. Your tender, loving, larger-than-life boyfriend makes his money raising and fighting dogs.

"He's a bad man," Steve yelled at his sister.

"You know that animal abuse is generally seen as a precursor to additional violence, violence that escalates to humans?" Danny asked Mary, much more calmly and collected then her brother but still trying to convince her of this man's potential to be very very bad.

"He doesn't hurt the dogs, he just fights them," Mary protested.

"It's the same things," Steve stated. "It's the same fucking thing, they are domesticated animals, not bread for that kind of thing. They are companions, trusting, gentle creatures and he trains them to be violent. It's not the dogs fault, it's the owners fault, and if that dog doesn't fight well it will be injured and could die. That's not fair."

"Not to mention it is completely illegal and by telling us this, we have an obligation to report and arrest him," Danny added.

"You can't, please," Mary protested. "If he get's arrested again, he's going to prison."

"He has a prior record? Mary McGarrett what the hell are you thinking?" Steve yelled to scold.

"He's been caught before," Mary confessed sadly. "He's on a registered offenders list. He's not actually supposed to have animals."

"Are the animals in your name?" Steve asked as his eyes grew wide and Danny moved to the smart computer table.

"Some of them are," Mary confessed and grew fearful.

"Do you know what this could do to you?" Steve asked as his demeanour changed and he became frantic. "You can't be caught up in this. You can't have know about this. You could lose Joan over this."

"No, it's just animals!" Mary cried.

"You are going on the record as having reported his activity to us. You are going to show us where he keeps the dogs and you are going to let him go. You are also going to have to take care of the animals in your name from here on out and you are going to have to deny that you had any knowledge of this prior to today and telling us all about his criminal past," Steve spoke and his words were both orders and pleading. "If you don't, you're at fault as well, and you can go to jail. You can be reported to child services. You can lose Joan because of this involvement with a known offender."

"And now that we know, we are obligated to tell someone and get to the bottom of this," Danny added.

"Fine," Mary huffed and moved toward the door.

"I'm sorry Mary, until we catch this guy you and Joan are staying with me," Steve said and stopped her. "Danny will take the case from here."

"Already on it," Danny said and walked past them.

"I can't believe this," Mary was angry now. "I came to you, not as a cop, but because I wanted to talk to my brother."

"And I'm telling you this, not as a cop but as a brother, this guy is bad and I do not want you or my niece around him ever again," Steve said and folded his arms.

"When did you get so soft?" Mary asked.

"This isn't being soft, this is doing what's right, and that is animal abuse and the profile is sound," Steve answered. "And if you don't believe me, I will take you into the office and have every cop I know explain to you the severity of this situation."

"No need, I get it," Mary huffed and sat down.

"You were going to walk out with Joan," Steve commented after a long moment of awkward silence in which Mary shot daggers at her brother.

"At least if she's here with you, they wont take her away," Mary reasoned.

"They'd take her away from you," Steve countered. "And thank God you have a brother who will step up and take care of her."

318. You've just arrived at a parking garage ticket machine, and discover five printed receipts left by people who paid before you. They all have different times, of course, ranging from paying $26 for their ticket at 2:00 a.m. The night before, to $2 for a fifteen-minute stay at 10:30 a.m. Write five paragraphs, each one an individual story about each forgotten ticket, and about who those people are and what they were doing before coming to pay for their car.

"Are you really doing this?" Steve asked as he and Danny sat together in the Camaro watching the parking lot and the surrounding buildings.

"What else do you want to do while we sit here and wait for the grass to grow over this paved paradise?"

"It's a stakeout, not trash collection day," Steve countered defensively. "And even if it were, you're doing a piss pour job of it. You only picked up the ticket receipts and left behind the other discarded items. You should have at least slapped on some latex and picked up the discarded syringes."

"I called the health unit to come and deal with those," Danny said as he let the comment slide. "It is their job, after all."

"While you have become a trash collector," Steve said, not ready to let his train of thought go. He would have preferred to sit in silence then wonder at what Danny was doing.

The lot was located in a part of town know for its violence and crime, by night, but during the day, the high rise structures and the variety of businesses made it a location that many people had to visit.

"For your information, these receipts, discarded as they were, have credit card numbers on them and durations of parking times. We got lucky. I've passed along the card numbers to the office, along with the observation of the street cameras in the area, for further investigation, and the time stamps on these give me an idea of the traffic in this lot. Now Toast can match times, with cars leaving via the street cam that looks right at the ticket machine, in fact, it's probably there to capture the license plate numbers. If your intel is correct, then we should be looking at people who arrive generally around the same time each day and we can match them to cards, if that is how they pay, and cars; make, model and license plates. These also tell me that traffic in this particular lot is low in the morning but picks up in the afternoon."

"You got all that from the trash?" Steve asked mockingly.

"Steven, your non-law-enforcement officer is showing. Just when I think you've been on this job long enough your lack of training in these investigative matters rears it's ugly head," Danny spoke to insult. "You know damn well that one of the first thing we look for, when securing a scene, is trash, and if it is discarded as these have been, they are fair game."

"Fine, what else do these tickets tell you?" Steve sighed, knowing that this argument wasn't one that was going to end in his favour.

"This first one is time stamped 2 a.m. It's not our guy," Danny said and waved it at Steve.

"And how do you know that?"

"Math," Danny said. "They paid $26, where as this last one was only here for 15 minutes and they paid $2. So by our powers of primary math we can determine that this first car was parked in the lot for 13 hours," Danny explained. "I don't yet know what kind of car it was, but judging by the buildings, someone in one of the high rises was probably one a deadline and pulled a little over time to get finished."

"How does that make sense if the last ticket was for 15 minutes?" Steve asked.

"Read the sign," Danny said and pointed at the sign above the entrance, right above the ticket machine. "You pay $2 per hour, and you have to pay for the first hour weather you use it or not."

"Then why stamp it with the 15 minutes?" Steve asked.

"When you drive in you get your parking slip," Danny said as he waved the one in their vehicle at Steve. "You know this, you have already done this today to park here. And the slip is marked with the time we arrived. When we leave, you put that ticket into the machine so that it can read your barcode and determine how much you have to pay. Now, in our case, you are going to claim this as a business expense and we'll get our money back, but in the civilian population, the machine is going to spit out a receipt with all this pertinent information. A smart person, conscious of the fraud that happens in this world, knows to keep their receipts until they can destroy them properly to cover up the information that is one them, but there are many people that just let it slide, like these five people."

"And you think our dealer is smart enough to work a network to peddle his product, but not smart enough to know that he should probably not discard something with his credit card information on it?" Steve asked sarcastically.

"I didn't say he was in this group of five," Danny countered. "I merely said that this will give me an idea of the people that use this lot. As a precaution, I'm having Toast run all of these card numbers so that we can rule them out, or get lucky and see our suspect be as dumb as you seem believe he is not. But, and I'm leaning toward your mind set on the matter, Toast can still use the Camera feed to go back and run license plates for the vehicles coming and going. And, just to make things clear, I don't think this person knew what they were doing at 2 a.m. When they discarded this receipt."

"Because they'd been working all day and were passing out by the time they finally got to leave," Steve commented.

"Exactly," Danny said. "The next time stamp is hours later," he added and laid the first receipt on the dash to focus on the second one. "This person left at 8 a.m. And they paid $16 for the ticket."

"An eight hour shift," Steve said.

"Yeah, probably a maintenance worker or clearer of some kind for the businesses; likely a van, probably with more than one person. Toast will verify." Danny said and placed the second receipt on top of the first. "This person was here from an hour at 9 a.m., well just under an hour, paid 2 dollars, and probably came for the breakfast at Holly's Dinner over there. The ticket number suggest that there were eighteen tickets between the leaving of the cleaners and the start of the breakfast sitting at the dinner. The last two are quick succession, again a couple of people between them, so probably diner patrons."

"I've heard good things about Holly's," Steve commented.

"So have I, we'll have to go one day," Danny added.

"We could go now and sit in the windows looking at the lot," Steve offered.

"And risk interrupting breakfast, more like lunch now, if Toast gets us eyes on a potential suspect?" Danny asked.

"You're right, I wonder if they do take out," Steve said and started fidgeting with his phone.

"Order from here, run over and get it, and being it back to the car?" Danny asked.

"I could eat," Steve said and smiled.

"Of course you could," Danny said and shook his head.

"Well, at least we have a little more to go on then just this particular lot, in this particular part of town," Steve added to carry on with talk of the case.

"Sure, and with the cameras, Toast can be running facial on all the people he sees, plus license plates," Danny nodded.

"So maybe we go for breakfast, or brunch, now that we have this to go on and let Toast work his magic. It could take a while and we could be exploring other avenues while he digitally does this stakeout for us," Steve offered.

"It be better than sitting in this car all day," Danny said after a long moment of thought.

"Then it's settled, we can always come back when we have a suspect in mind, but first, let's treat ourselves for a job well done!"

"You mean me," Danny countered.

"You're going to take all the credit when Toast is doing most of the work?"

"I picked up the trash that lead to the cameras and the credit cards," Danny spoke defensively.

"Five-O is a team, Danno, you have to be a team player. Come on, I'll buy you breakfast," Steve said as he exited the vehicle.

"Not without your wallet you wont," Danny called after him as he grabbed Steve's wallet from the glove compartment and followed.

319. In 2000, 118 sailors and officers died aboard the Russian submarine Kursk, which sank in the Barents Sea. Narrate a moment from it's final hours.

"You're worse than my kids," Danny huffed as he stood behind Steve. He'd been there for several minutes just waiting to be acknowledged but Steve was enraptured by the television program. He was effectively glued to the TV and tuned out from everything that was going on around him.

"Shh, this is great, and sad, and horrible, but mostly really great. I love modern maritime stories and this disaster is one of the big ones. I mean we all heard about this one while we worked for the navy. Did you know that there was actually a US sub in the area while the Russians were playing their war games. It's true. They registered the explosions that sank the Kursk on their equipment but the Russians never reached out for help," Steve explained as he turned around and looked to Danny with wide eyed, childlike wonder.

"113 people died on that sub, and you're acting like it's amazing. It's tragic and sad," Danny countered to try and curb Steve's enthusiasm.

"You know your stuff!" Steve said.

"Who doesn't?" Danny asked. "I mean, any smart individual with interests outside of themselves know how to read. Also, I've been watching you, watch this show, for a good 15 minutes and well, they made reference to all of the things I just rattled back to you."

"I know, it was crazy, and seems so long ago, but really, I was still in the Navy, doing the things back then. I was still Intelligence, I wasn't on a sub but I was on the ships that bounced information around. People think 2000 was so long ago, it really wasn't, and yet, the Cold War was, and arguably still is happening today. And that, the distrust, that's what cost those men their lives. Well, the ones that made it to the back compartment of the sub and who weren't killed by the blasts."

"That is the truly tragic part, 26 men died waiting to be rescued," Danny said with a shake of his head.

"Yeah, you're right," Steve said. "It really is tragic."

"I can't imagine what that would have been like. I mean, with my claustrophobia I'd never set foot on a sub to begin with, but imagine just sitting down there waiting to be rescued, having hope that they could, and then, as the hours passed by, knowing that they weren't going to survive and all because of what? Lack of funding? Mediocre maintenance? Outdated technology? It wasn't even that they were at war, they were in training."

"Accidents happen," Steve said.

"The Kursk was an accident waiting to happen and those 113 lives were lost because money is more important than life," Danny said angrily. "Turn the TV off, this is just making me mad now."

"Well what else do you want to do?" Steve asked.

"Shoot something. Come on, let's go to the range," Danny said and stormed away.

"Yes sir!"

320. What was your favourite candy when you were a child? What memory do you associate with that candy? Imagine it in your hands and in your mouth. What does it taste like and how does it make you feel?

"These were my favourites when I was a kid," Danny said at the sight of the candies in his son's trick or treat bag. "I'm gonna get all nostalgic on you."

"You can have them, they taste like dish soap," Charlie said and cringed.

"How do you know what soap tastes like?" Danny asked.

"Grace told me," Charlie answered. "She said, one time gramma washed her mouth out with dish soap because she said a bad word and then you gave her these candies and they tasted just like gramma's dish soap."

"That sounds about right for your grandmother," Danny laughed.

"So I don't want them, you can have them Danno."

"So you've never tried them?" He asked his son and tried to be as excited as possible.

"Nope," Charlie shook his head.

"Here, try one!" Danny said.

"And waste the 'one candy before bed' rule that only happens on Halloween? No way, I want something really good!" Charlie countered and turned his nose up.

"All right, that's understandable. Which do you want to try?" Danny asked as he popped the lemon flavoured treat into his mouth. "Oh god, they do taste like dish soap!" He said and spit it out.

"See! Here Danno, have a Snickers, it take the yucky taste away," Charlie said and handed his father the chocolate bar.

"Thank you, my son. That is very kind of you," Danny said. "What are you going to have before bed?"

"Twix," Charlie said and pulled the full size bar out of his bag.

"Thatta boy!" Danny laugh and because it was halloween the rule stood. Charlie would have one candy before bed.