A/N: Hello everyone. Hope you are all well. Here's another update to hopefully chase away your winter blues!

Enjoy!

Prompt 511 to 520

Danny and Grace having a little daddy daughter time and doing homework.

511. Identify a powerful and significant personal experience from your past (the birth of a younger sibling, breaking your arm, a family road trip, divorce). Then change the setting, and write a story in which your narrator encounters that experience.

Grace and Danny sat together in their living room. It was one of those rare occasions when they could just spend time together and didn't need to do anything in particular.

Danny was comfortably watching the sports highlights from back on the mainland, while Grace had said she was going to work on some homework but in reality she was just staring at a blank piece of three ring binder paper. She tapped a pen against the table and the tick-tick-tick of the pen filled the living room as the program cut to commercial.

"Stumped?" Danny asked as he shut off the television.

"How could you tell?" Grace asked and the tapping finally stopped.

"That incessant tapping gave you away - you do it every time you get stuck. It is your tell." Danny chuckled. "But the staring at the blank sheet of paper without writing anything was my first clue. Can I help you Monkey? Maybe talking about whatever it is you have to do will help inspire you."

"Have you ever had one of those moments when you have so many ideas jumbled around in your mind that you want to write them all down but you never know where exactly to start?" Grace asked.

"Not really, in my line of work I'm usually looking for the one thing that helps me to start though." Danny answered to make Grace feel better. "Usually there isn't a jumble, just questions to be answered and the one piece of evidence to start off our search has to pop up before we can start. What evidence are you looking for?" he asked.

"I have to write about a major personal experience in my life, but I've had so many that I don't know which to write about. How can I be so young and have so many big things that have happened. I feel like my teacher didn't give me enough to go on. I need more parameters, or I could be writing about anything and everything, and then I don't know if I will be happy with what I choose to write because maybe something else was more significant than the last."

"Okay, well, I can see how that could be very difficult to narrow things down, so why don't you ask yourself some questions so that you can start to find answers? Why don't we look at this like a case - the case of the most memorable personal experience?"

"Sure, let's try that." Grace said excitedly as she gathered up her writing supplies and rushed around the coffee table so that she was now face to face with her father. "Most Memorable kinda narrows it down a little bit."

"Exactly, so we have to pick a most memorable moment, and I'm sure that you have a few to choose from. So, how do we narrow that down?" Danny asked.

"We could pick whether we want to write about happy or sad memorable moments." Grace stated.

"Yes, the best way to narrow things down is to look at the broad spectrum of ideas, or clue, and gradually get more specific about things. Happy or Sad can be very broad in themselves, but it does help to cut the whole list in half. So pick one, Monkey."

"Let's go with Happy." Grace stated.

"All right, so now we are looking at your most memorable happy experience," Danny stated and Grace wrote it down at the top of her piece of paper, "and I should hope that you have a lot of happy experiences. So now we're going to have to narrow it down some more."

Grace drew branches off her header, on the paper, and then made eye contact with her father again.

"How do we choose a happy moment?" He asked.

"Well, should it be just about me or should I pick another person?" Grace asked.

"That's up to you, but if you choose to tell the story of you and another person that will narrow things down even more because then you have to stay within those parameters." Danny answered.

"What if I write about my most memorable moment with my dad?" Grace asked with a loving smile.

"I would not protest to being one of your parameters." Danny answered.

"Well that narrows it down a lot. I can write about the moment I found out that you were coming to Hawaii too." Grace stated excitedly. "I was so unhappy knowing that you wouldn't be with us in Hawaii, that we would be so far away, but then you told me that you were going to move out here too and the whole future opened up."

Danny smiled at the information he'd just been given. For the longest time the move, the change of places, and the following his daughter - for the sole purpose of following his daughter - was something that he believed affected him the most, but to know that it was one of Grace's most memorable happy moments made his heart burst.

"I think you just made it my most memorable happy moment too," Danny said, "because, before this moment just now, I believed I was doing what I did for selfish reasons, but really I did it all for you."

Grace jumped up from her place and rushed into her father's arms. "Well, I think we have our moment." She said and kissed him and then grabbed the sheet of paper that was once blank but that was now covered with ideas that all lead to one major conclusion. "Thank you for the help, Danno, and thank you for following me to Hawaii."

"You are very welcome."

I haven't written Danny whump in a little while, so here is a little fix for all you who like that kind of stuff.

512. Imagine you were unable to speak for a year. What would you do to communicate, and what impact would it have on your relationships? What would you be saving up to say at the end of the year?

Danny was bound and crammed into the trunk of a car - thankfully it was a rather large, beast of a luxury car, which had a very spacious truck. Unfortunately, Danny's hands were zip-tied behind his back and duct-tape bound his legs from his ankles almost all the way up to his knees, but worst of all, his captors had slapped a piece of duct-tape over his mouth - effectively silencing the detective and really, really, pissing him off.

Danny had been the target the whole time, and he was taken right before Steve's eyes - almost before Steve could even react to what had happened. One minute they were walking back to the Camaro and arguing over who would be driving, after a lazy lunch at Kamekona's, and then in the next minute tires were squealing and Danny was gone.

The captors had some difficulty controlling the flailing and yelling detective while simultaneously trying to shake Steve off the pursuit, but eventually they did and when they had the first thing they did was ditch the van that they had started off in. It was all part of the plan.

Once they shook off Steve, they headed for their first rendezvous spot, tied Danny up and they shoved him into the truck of the car they had set aside for the run. He'd fought his captors the whole time but he was out numbered and eventually subdued. Once he was in the trunk he couldn't retaliate or rant anymore. There was finally peace in the car for his captors, but Danny's peace of mind, and his hope, was shaken.

Now there was silence all around Danny and all he could do was listen - listen to the muffled conversation inside the car and the changes in the sounds of the road's traffic and surfaces.

He wondered why he'd been taken, and the more he thought about it and realized he didn't recognize any of the men who had grabbed him, and yes he'd seen their faces, the more he listened and strained to hear what they were saying to one another now that they were calmly seated and separated from him.

He knew that this would be more than just an abduction. They'd seen his face and he'd seen theirs. He knew that, if he was meant to get away, he wouldn't have been permitted to see the faces of his captors - unless they were foolish and amateurs at this whole abduction business. Danny knew he was in deep trouble, but there wasn't anything he could do. The only hope he had was the knowledge that he hadn't been shot right off the bat. They needed him for something. They were taking him away to torture and question him, but after that what was to be done?

Danny didn't want to think about what would happen after, he wanted to concentrate on now, and that time between torture and being shot. Everything would have to happen just right, in that time span, for him to survive this ordeal. He wouldn't give up and he wouldn't think about what would happen after.

Thinking back on a similar incident, Danny remembered what his partner had talked his sister through. Danny maneuvered himself in the trunk, as best he could, and kicked out the brake light housing. He then struggled, turned himself complexly around and did the same with the other. He looked out of the first hole and tried to see where he was going. He didn't recognize the area, he wasn't that familiar with the islands that were now his home, but he knew that they had taken him off of the main roads.

They were now in a rural area, climbing upward, and away from the traffic cameras and the patrols of the city.

After a while, Danny realized that his captors were driving him around in circles, not along the same roads, but generally, they wound in and out of the same areas. Occasionally they would pass a familiar location, turn in a different direction, and head off down another set of streets or lanes, but for the most part, circle.

"What are you trying to do?" Danny asked himself silently as he watched the sunlight fade. "You're either going to look very suspicious to someone, or you're waiting for the cover of night."

Night time meant even less visibility. Was this turning into a dump run?

Finally, when darkness had fallen, the circling began to stop, and the car seemed to get back on course, driving down into the valley, into an even less inhabited part of the island - full of jungles, back roads and hiking trails. The car came to a stop after turning onto a dirt road and traveling again for what seemed like several kilometers into dense, dark, jungle.

Danny braced himself for what was next. He positioned himself as best as he could to kick up with his legs once he heard the trunk lock unlatch. He wasn't going down without a fight. He had hours in the trunk to rest - though uncomfortably - and was now ready to lash out again. Worst case scenario was that someone would open the trunk and just shoot him - but then what would have been the point of the abduction in the first place.

He waited. He heard the doors of the car open. He heard the men getting out and felt the car sway with the movement of all the passengers, but when no one came around to the trunk Danny's heart sank again. Where were they going? What was going on? And then suddenly there were gunshots, a shuffle, the pinging of bullets on the front of the car and Danny flinching when he heard the gunshots quiet. Then out of nowhere the trunk opened and Danny did all he could to fight back.

"Whoa!" Steve stated and jumped back as the trunk lid came flying up at him. "I found him!" he announced as he holstered his handgun onto his vest and reached in and grasped the edge of the duct-tape on Danny's face. "Calm down. Are you hurt?" Steve asked and ripped the tape away.

"OUCH!"

"Sorry, but you would have exploded from being silent had I left the duct-tape in place. "Now, are you hurt?" Steve asked again trying to make light of what had been an extremely stressful situation even for the Navy SEAL.

"Am I hurt?" Danny yelled and wriggled around. "I've been in this trunk for hours. Get me outta here!"

"A thank you would be nice!" Steve chuckled and grabbed his partner's feet. He slit the duct-tape with an army knife and then grabbed Danny by the shoulders and helped him sit up. Another movement and the zip ties were cut and Danny was able to climb out of the trunk on his own. "Medical is on the way to check you out." Steve stated as he grabbed his partners arm to steady him on his feet.

"How did you find me?"

"Well after the panic of the chase wore off and I realized that I had just lost my partner, we got surveillance of the altercation from the beach cameras and we were able to identify your captors, we found links to this hunting cabin and we came up here right away to sit on it while Duke and HPD searched for every car on the island that may have busted out back brake lights.

"How did you know I'd do that?" Danny asked in shock.

"We found the van, it had been stolen but it had a tracking device in it. When we found it we also found surveillance from a near by building and lucky for us, it caught them shoving you into the trunk. I could only hope that your mind was clear enough, even in this situation, to remember what I'd told Mary to do, and because I'd seen that you'd been silenced by duct-tape, I hoped that without screaming and ranting to try and get some civilians attention you would think to do other things. I'm glad I was right, even though that's not how we found you. It just tipped us off that this was the right car as I sat hiding in the bushes and waiting to see if someone turned up here."

"I had to do something." Danny grumbled. "And ranting wasn't possible, though I really, really, wanted to yell at them some more."

"Thank god you're okay!" Kono stated as she rushed over and wrapped her arms around Danny.

Chin was slower as he pushed a man before him. "Do you recognize this man?" Chin asked with a wink.

"Wallis McArthur?" Danny gasped.

"He escaped prison on the mainland three months ago and arrived in Hawaii a week ago. He was hiding out in this cabin when we arrived, but he didn't expect the cops to come all the way out here. He doesn't know Hawaii very well. Word on the street is that he has it out for you." Chin stated as he pushed the man past Danny and toward the flashing lights of the arriving backup.

"I put him and his sons in jail back in New Jersey." Danny said as he looked at Steve.

"We know." Steve said with a nod as the ambulance arrived. "His youngest son was murdered in altercation just days before Wallis escaped. He blames you because you put them in the same prison with their enemies. They're lucky they made it as long as they did without a major incident."

"So why didn't he just shoot me and be done with it? This whole run-around with lackeys and abductions just gave you more time to find me."

"You weren't his primary target." Steve answered honestly and his words literally knocked the wind out of Danny's lungs and he swayed and nearly lost his balance entirely.

"Don't worry, as soon as you were taken, I sent Grover and an army of SWAT to get Grace. She's safe and sound, and we've caught McArthur and his men. This is over." Steve said as he held his partner up. "And Grace is no wiser. She just thinks you got held up on a case and Grover and his daughter are doing you a favour on a night when he's got his squad over for poker."

Danny breathed in deeply.

"Come on, let's get you checked out and home to your little girl." Steve said and there was as much relief in his face as there was in Danny's.

"I owe you one, Partner." Danny stated before he'd let go of Steve's arm.

Steve shook his head, "you owe me nothing. I'm just glad to have you back, but you may owe Grover."

This prompt set has a lot of call backs to Danny's time in Jersey and his mother pops up a little later on as well. It's weird how this just happens sometimes.

513. It was the first time he had ever gotten into a fight, and it was in a church of all places.

"It's not funny!" Danny protested as his partner clutched his sides and laughed.

The man standing with them, an older gentlemanly sort of fellow, simply smiled in a knowing way as Steve laughed even more now that Danny was upset.

"You look about as mortified as you did then, Daniel." The older man said in a way that was supposed to make Danny feel better but it didn't.

"I was seven. How do you remember that?" Danny asked and threw up his hands.

"Is that why you don't like going to church?" Steve asked a little more seriously now.

"I remember much from my days in that parish, Daniel. Your family was very predominant within that community and you, child, were very stubborn and set in your ways - even then. You also had a very distinct grasp and opinion on what 'justice for all' meant, even at the tender age of seven."

"He's still stubborn and has an even more opinionated grasp on justice." Steve chuckled.

"I should hope so." the older man laughed. "I had hoped you'd grown out of that scrappiness though."

"I'm sorry Father," Danny said and lowered his eyes.

"No need to apologize, Daniel. I suppose scrappiness is necessary for law enforcement officers. What I don't understand, is why do I always seem to find you getting into scrappy little fights in side of churches? This is two now." the old priest scolded.

"Of all the places, in the entire world, you find me in a little church in Hawaii." Danny said with a sigh and a shrug. "What are you doing here?"

"Priest retirement is usually much different from regular retirement. I don't have a home parish anymore, which gives me time to fill in for my friends if they need a break. I'm here filling in and I'm not complaining that it's a nice, warm, substitute position."

"Welcome to paradise!" Steve stated and reached out to shake the old priest's hand.

"Thank you."

"I know it is supposed to be a peaceful place, but why do bad guys always think they can hide out in churches?" Danny asked as he tried to shake off his disbelief.

"Because, historically speaking, they were buildings of sanctuary and forgiveness." Steve said with a laugh.

"Not if you are breaking the law, they aren't!" Danny huffed.

"Well you caught your fugitive." Steve said and motioned toward the door and the two other HPD officers that had showed up on the scene after Danny had chased a fugitive into the church, and before apprehending the man, they managed to over turn two pews and smash an old statue of the Virgin Mary.

"And you'd caught your fugitive at seven as well, so I am grateful, but please take it outside next time."

"I hope there won't be a next time." Danny said honestly and apologetically.

"That's what you said when you were seven, so forgive me if I don't believe you." The old priest chuckled. "But I do forgive you."

Strangely, and because I'm not in any way affiliated with any military or service organization, I find it absolutely horrific when people disrespect veterans. It's one of my biggest pet peeves.

514. Rant about something you hate - let loose. Now rewrite that rant with the intention of convincing someone else to share your feelings.

"There are a lot of things in this world that really get to me, seriously, but this? This is the worst, most disrespectful, vial, unfeeling..." Steve ranted and paced. His face was red, his fists were clenched - he really was in a great state of absolute abhorrence.

"Let it out Steve, just let it all out." Danny said sympathetically as he stood at the side of the road, next to his car, and just outside of the yellow police tape.

"It's one thing to be disrespectful to your elders, it's another thing entirely to do it to your veterans!" Steve stated, balled his fists and punched at the air.

"I agree." Danny said with a nod.

"This is vile!"

"It is indeed."

"It's inhumane."

"Yes, for sure, it is."

"We have to stop these people."

"You're right, we do."

"Can you please stop agreeing with me, it's making me very uncomfortable Danny?"

"I'm just trying to be supportive, and in this case, I actually agree with you."

"Well, now that's a first!" Steve huffed and turned back toward the crime scene.

"Not exactly," Danny said, "I just like to play devils advocate now and then, but this isn't a time for joking. It's disgusting and vile, and you're right. This is a case for Five-O and I plan to let you tear this guy apart when we catch him."

"The man was a highly decorated naval officer. He didn't deserve to go this way." Steve said as he turned away from the scene again.

"And his killer knew that," Danny stated as he watched Max and his assistant gently lift the dead man off his perch. He's been murdered and then dressed in his regalia and placed in a field at the side of the road in a terribly morbid salute to the based down below in the harbour.

"Well let's get to it then." Steve said abruptly and fell back into the driver's side of the Camaro.

"If you're ready for this." Danny followed his partners lead.

"I'm not prepared to let this happen again, to anyone else."

"This was very personal, if we look into this man's background, we're going to find something that will lead us to his killer – I can just feel it – but we have to do this properly, Steve, or we could get in a lot of trouble."

"I know that, Danny. I know the trouble that we could get into as civilians, but we're not going at this as civilians, this is very personal to me and the things I devoted my life to. We're going to get to the bottom of this all right, and we're going to use the navy to help us."

"I'm with you, one hundred percent."

Bad jokes abounded in my mind when I wrote this one.

515. Two guys walk into a bar...

"Is it just me or is this the making of a terrible joke?" Danny asked with a chuckle as he sat with Steve as Max Bergman and Kamekona walked into the bar.

Steve snorted as he sipped his beer.

"Greetings, said the mad scientist," Danny whispered to Steve as Max and Kamekona spotted their friends and came toward them.

"Aloha, said the other." Steve added playing along.

"Greetings," Max stated before he sat down with and Kamekona did the same.

"So what's going on?" Danny asked after his partner tried to hide a laugh and Danny had to elbow him into silence.

"We have a dilemma." Max stated.

"A dilemma, not a situation or a conundrum?" Danny joked.

"Na, Brah, we have a dilemma!" Kamekona stated.

"He's a poet now." Steve whispered.

Danny laughed.

"What?" Kamekona asked.

"Nothing, what is your dilemma?" Steve asked and this time he was the one to elbow Danny.

"Our dilemma is simple, I want to start my own business and I am looking to Kamekona to be partners with me, but I don't know what to get into." Max explained.

"You're going to leave the medical profession?" Danny asked in shock.

"No, never, that's the problem." Max stated.

"Then why do you want to go into business?" Steve asked.

"Because I'd like a hobby," Max answered.

"And I'm always looking to expand my brand." Kamekona added.

"So open a bar," Danny stated and motioned around them.

"Mild manner medical examiner by day, hip bar tender by night. I got really good with my alcohol when I was in university. They didn't call me Beer-man for nothing." Max was excited now.

"Now that really does sound like a bad joke." Steve laughed.

Here is the first appearance of Veronica Williams in this set.

516. A perfect meal.

Danny leaned back in his chair. Dinner was finally coming to an end, and thankfully so. He was certain that he couldn't eat another bite. He'd been anticipating the meal for days - fantasizing about all of the possible selections and telling his partner, and the rest of their co-workers what they had to look forward to, and as always Mrs. Williams did not disappoint. It was the perfect meal for the weary travelers.

"Mrs. Williams, that was incredible," Steve said as he pushed away his plate and leaned back in his chair.

"Thank you dear," Veronica stated pleasantly.

"How do you do this all the time?" Kono asked. "I think I need a nap now."

Veronica giggled. "It's not an all the time thing, and if you need a nap I'll take that as a compliment."

"Oh it is."

"How did you eat like this all the time?" Steve asked as he nudged his semi comatose partner.

"We didn't eat like this all the time. Sunday dinners were always like this, I'll admit to that, but Monday was always left over night, Tuesday was something simple but healthy, because mom would need to get groceries again soon. Wednesday the kids cooked. Thursday was another simple night and Friday nights mom and dad usually went out leaving us to fend for ourselves." Danny explained.

"And we knew what that meant," Veronica added with a laugh.

"Pizza." Danny stated.

"So what about Saturday night?" Kono asked.

"Saturdays were hard to plan around, especially as the kids got older, but Sunday was family day - Church in the morning, brunch after that and then a big family meal in the evening. The kids were always home for Sunday, and as they got older so were their friends, significant others, and eventually the grand children." Veronica explained.

"So you're saying we're going to eat like this again tomorrow night?" Chin gasped.

"Bigger and better tomorrow night." Veronica stated.

"If Rock and Roll has taught us anything, Chin, it's to go big or go home." Danny added as he stood, stretched, and then began clearing away dishes.

"How are you even moving right now?" Steve asked as he looked up at his partner.

"Daniel's job was always dishes." Veronica smiled as Danny took her plate and kissed his mother's cheek. "I suppose it's unfair to make you clean up when all your friends are here." She added and began to stand.

"No, Ma, I got this." Danny said and Veronica sat again. "It's the least I can do when you've opened up your house to me and my friends."

"Your mother would have killed you had she found out you were speaking at a conference in New York and didn't come home." Patrick Williams stated from the head of the table.

"He speaks the truth." Veronica said with a nod.

"Well, in that case, I'll help." Steve stated and stood.

"I need to sleep." Kono sighed.

"We've got it covered." Danny laughed and headed for the kitchen.

"We need to visit in Jersey more often." Chin stated pleasantly. "Those two never do dishes around the office."

"Or get along this well."

"We can't control how Daniel behaves outside of his mothers reach, but here he's well trained." Patrick said as he lovingly pet his wife's hand.

"He's never out of my reach." Veronica stated. "He'll do all the dishes from here on out."

"He doesn't need to do all of them, he just needs to take a turn every once in a while." Chin said in Danny's defense.

"He should also be cooking for you too." Veronica added as she stood. "He didn't leave my nest without learning a thing or two about how to survive and be a good host when his friends needed a meal. He'd better be feeding my granddaughter well while he's away from us. I'll have a talk with him." she said and left the dining room.

"Did we just get him in a lot of trouble?" Kono asked and there was worry in her eyes as she turned toward Patrick Williams.

Patrick nodded. "But don't worry it wont last long."

"We're going to have to do something to make up for it." Kono whispered.

"We'll worry about that when we get back to the island, for now, I think you're right about the nap."

This is short and sweet and doesn't need anything else.

517. Create an imaginary friend (human or not).

"The more I think about it, the more I know that she was an island girl from the very beginning." Danny said as he and Steve sat on the beach and watched Grace and Kono out on the water with their surf-boards.

"Why do you say that?" Steve asked with intrigue.

"Well, ever since she was very little and her imagination was wild with childhood wonder, she pretended to be an island girl, like Lilo, and fed her fish friends peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. She killed many a gold fish in her day."

This one was going to start out like a European history lesson, and then I changed my mind.

518. You are a peasant in 1890s Russia. There is no food. Revolution is in the air. The czarists offer meals for your allegiance. What do you do?

Danny slid down the wall in the interrogation room and sat down on the floor. "Steve he's not going to talk to you." Danny stated - his patients wearing very thin.

The man in the chair before them spat at Steve's feet and turned his eyes toward the ceiling.

"I just don't get it. You were left for dead. You were shot and dropped into a shipping container, and when the crew of that ship found you and tried to help you, you attacked and killed three of them. That is why you are here in this room - chained to that chair and not in a nice warm hospital being treated properly for your injuries. Why would you do that to people trying to help you?" Steve asked.

The older man simply huffed but did not speak.

"Maybe he doesn't speak any English." Danny said from his place on the floor.

"Or maybe he's just brainwashed by his former Russian employers. Maybe he is one of those men who grew up in a family of nationalists. Maybe his family was always czarists, or was helped by the czarists way back before he was born, and maybe now that he'd living in a post-cold war world he's still holding onto his family's teachings."

"Or maybe he doesn't speak any English," Danny protested.

"I speak English, I just don't speak to American." the man stated and fell silent once more.

Steve always tries to get his way. I've always seen his taking the Camaro as bad behaviour.

519. A rationalization of bad behaviour.

"No!" Danny said, crossed his arms over his chest and held his ground. "I'm not going to reward you for your bad behaviour."

"Just give me the goddamn keys, Daniel!" Steve practically yelled.

Danny shook his head, glared angrily at his partner and moved toward his office.

Steve rushed forward and stepped in front of Danny, because Danny could get away and Steve was having none of that. "Give me the keys and let's go!" Steve ordered.

"I don't think I want to do that. I don't think I want to go anywhere with you while you are acting like a spoiled child. Ask Chin or Kono to go with you, but you can count me and my car out of your little tirade." Danny stated defiantly.

"I'm not acting like a child!"

"You are. You're throwing a temper tantrum - to go with the break down you had earlier. If you were Grace, at five, throwing a tantrum do you know what I would have done?" Danny asked as he threw up his hands.

"You would have caved."

"No, I would sent you to time out until your crying stopped and we could look each other in the eyes and you could see that your behaviour is getting you no where, but that has never worked with you so now I have to try a different tactic. No means No, Steven. You're grounded from the car. You can drive your own and I don't want to hear another word on the subject."

"I'm not a child, Daniel."

"You're acting like one."

"Just give me the keys and let's stop wasting time."

"I'm not going anywhere with you." Danny spat and turning in the other direction. He walked off down the hall and out of sight leaving Steve standing in the middle of the office dumbfounded.

Last one for today, this one plays on Steve's issues with picking up the tab for his friends.

520. Why you forgot to pay your credit card bill.

Steve huffed and sulked around the office. Kono, Chin and Danny knew something was up when Steve kicked a chair - sending it spinning across the common room - before he retreated into his own office and attempted to slam the door but was thwarted by the semi-hydraulic modern hinges that made the slamming of doors impossible.

"Why is he sulking?" Kono asked with her hands on her hips.

A twisted smile crossed Danny's face. "You remember that homecoming dinner Steve had for you, and then said he forgot to bring his wallet so that we would have to pay for ourselves even though he'd promised?"

"Oh the one where you'd picked his pocket earlier in the day and scammed his credit card?" Chin asked.

"And then placed it down on the table in front of Steve and forced him to pay for the whole meal?" Kono added.

"That one exactly." Danny answered and laughed. "Well, he's now angry again because he got a service charge on his credit card when he forgot to pay the pill. You see, Steven McGarrett, uses his credit card so infrequently that he doesn't even look at his bill most months because he doesn't carry a balance ever - which is not smart and I was hoping to teach him a lesson anyway. So when he didn't pay his bill last month he gained a service charge this month on top of the payment he now has to make this month. He has the money to pay the bill, but when he realized what had happened he was very angry. I don't think he learned the other lesson I was trying to teach him, but I don't think he's going to miss a payment ever again."

"What was the other lesson?" Kono asked curiously.

"That you should always check your bill, no matter what, because you never know if you'll get compromised. With all the fraud these days, you have to do your own due diligence." Danny explained. "I could have picked his pocket and went on a spending spree and by the time he checked his bill, he'd be too late to recover any charges that he knew were not his own."

"I check my bill all the time," Chin stated proudly.

"I have to because I always have to pay it." Kono added with a giggle.

"So do I," Danny confessed, "because I'm paranoid about fraud."

"Well I sure do hope he's learned some kind of lesson," Chin stated when there came a crash from in Steve's office and all eyes turned in his direction again.

"Oh I'm sure he has," Danny said with a sigh and turned away again, "and now that he's found a door he can slam, I'm sure his mood with improve before you know it."

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