A/N: Hey Everyone it's time for another update! I'm going to be slowing down again, I'm running out of stuff that I've already started and my other new show is starting back up again tonight – Hannibal – so I'll likely be distracted. I'm really sorry, but I hope you enjoy these.

Prompts 531 to 540

I've always wanted Danny to elaborate on the Monkey Cage incident from when he was young and he handcuffed his brother to the cage at the zoo. This is my little interpretation of that event and how Steve would roll with it.

531. Imagine yourself at age eight. What would you tell yourself?

"In hindsight, maybe it wasn't smart to handcuff my little brother to the monkey cages at the zoo." Danny said with a laugh in response to Steve's questioning. "But that's really where he belonged. He was acting the fool - mom had been yelling at him to calm down or she was going to take us all out of the zoo, and I just wasn't having that. So I took matters into my own hands and got us removed from the zoo all the same, but man was Matty angry. I read him his Miranda Rights and everything."

"You knew the Miranda Warning when you were eight?"

"I wanted to be a police officer. I knew all kinds of things. I used to drive my parents crazy. Everyone in my house knew their rights as I had read them to them."

"You were such a determined little kid."

"I was driven."

"You handcuffed a kid to the monkey cage. Yeah, Danno, you were driven."

"I handcuffed my brother to the monkey cage, I was awesome!"

"I still want to see you do that to one of our fugitives." Steve ordered and laughed.

"Well you had better get your ass in gear and chase someone into the Honolulu Zoo, and I'll do it. I really will. Read him his rights and everything. You'll even get to say Book 'em Danno, but I'm leaving it up to you. You have to get us in there and you'll have to do all the chasing. Lastly, you'll have to choose - Chimpanzees or Orang-utans – because at the Honolulu Zoo, you have options." Danny joked.

"Don't tempt me, Daniel, because I'll do it!"

"Oh, I know you will, and I'm looking forward to it."

With the dangers we see on the show, sometimes I really wonder how our core group is still alive!

532. Imagine yourself at age eighty. What would you tell yourself?

"Holy crap, old boy, you survived!" Danny stated by way of an answer to more of Steve's questioning.

That was the way it happened when they decided to unwind and have a few drinks together.

Steve cracked up, Chin nearly spit beer across the table and Kono nodded in approval. They understood each other.

"But you chose this job," Catherine stated disapprovingly. "You knew the risks going into it. How could you joke about it like that?"

"I didn't choose to be a cop, it chose me." Steve stated. "Four years ago, had you asked me where I would be in five years, I would have said in the Navy or dead. In a way, and not trying to tempt fate, becoming a cop may have saved my life. It's okay to joke about because I know that I've done some crazy things in my day - worn out many of my nine lives. I'll be lucky if I make it to tomorrow."

"But this is the path you chose, no matter how you look at it. You didn't have to become a cop, you'd already turned down the Governor's offer and then went back on that. You chose this life and whether you make it or not." Catherine argued.

"I could also choose to go surfing tomorrow and get attacked by a great white shark - how is that any different?"

"We'll all be lucky if we make it to fifty or even sixty let alone eighty, what with all the harmful stuff that is in the air, or the pollution that is killing everyone." Kono added.

"Freak accidents, your own body giving way on you, you could die tomorrow and not even see it coming, or you could get cancer and who knows how long you'll fight that but eventually you'll probably succumb to whatever it is that has plagued your body." Chin said philosophically.

"Not to mention the radiation from the Fukushima power plant and global warming." Kono jumped in again.

"We'll all be lucky if we outlive each other, and you've got to joke about it or you won't live your life to the fullest. So we chose dangerous jobs, we're all going to die someday." Danny finished with a shrug and a sip of his beer, "hell I could choke to death right now."

Catherine shook her head knowing that everyone was against her in their opinion.

"Don't feel so bad," Danny said lightening the mood, "you chose to accept Steve's offer so you're a cop now too. We've got your back as long as we can possible muster, so it's five of us against fate. One of us is bound to win."

"No we're not!" Steve stated and laughed.

"It's true, but one of us has to be optimistic in this overly morbid conversation."

"You're not usually the optimistic one, Daniel."

"He's right, Danny, don't you go tempting fate now." Chin stated and laughed.

"All right, we're all gonna die, so you may as well enjoy life now!" Danny consented and waved over the waitress. "This next round is on me."

That's the thing about nightmares - they're the ones that stick with you.

533. What's the worst nightmare you remember?

"That one where all you do is fall and you wake up just before you go splat on the ground." Charlie answered the question on the game card and then placed it at the bottom of the deck.

"I get that, but most of the time it happens when I'm awake and Steve chases a fugitive onto a rooftop or decides that helicopters are in our future. I avoid those moments for fear of making the nightmare my reality, and there is no waking up from that splat!"

Okay, so I've gotten some flack about coping out of some of the written songs or poems that have appeared in this prompt set. I'm terrible when it comes to poetry because I hate it. Honestly, it's not my favourite thing, but to prove that yes, I can do it if I put my mind to it, here is a limerick just for you guys!

534. Write a bathroom wall limerick.

"What the hell are you doing? You're supposed to be the sober one." Chin scolded as he found Danny writing with a sharpie on the bar's bathroom wall. "You're gonna get us all band from this bar, and it's bad enough that Steve's already struck out!"

"I'm sober!" Danny protested and laughed.

"And your partner was just arrested." Chin retorted. "I think your evening is about to be over too!"

"I know! What a way to start a new year, right? He'll never live it down!" Danny stated and tapped the wall with his pen. "And I'll make sure of that."

Chin stopped for a moment and read what Danny had written:

There once was a young man named Steve

Who got really drunk New Years Eve.

He boosted some cop cars

And landed behind bars

Now Danny must rescue drunk Steve.

"He's going to kill you!" Chin chuckled.

"Happy New Year, Chin." Danny nodded, touched his nose and left the bar to bail out his best friend.

Nothing is private anymore, as far as I'm concerned.

535. What is public and what is private? What should be public and what should be private? What do these terms mean now?

The Five-O team stood around the smart table just watching as the case they were investigating started to play out before their eyes.

"How stupid do these people have to be before they realize that nothing is private anymore?" Danny asked with a shake of his head.

"Oh social media, you've made many a police officer happy with an unbelievable all access pass to people's lives and conversations." Chin chuckled.

"I just can't believe you people pay me to hack into this shit." Toast stated from the far side of the room.

"We need a hacker because you can disguise yourself. We can't just go searching for stuff, they know our IP addresses." Steve stated.

"Some of them aren't that smart." Toast retorted. "Take this guy, for example, he hasn't even set his privacy levels on Facebook. He's just asking to get caught."

"Do you have an address for him?" Danny asked.

"Yes," Toast nodded.

"Well let's put him out of his misery."

"You go and deal with that while I narrow down these other ones for you. One day. One round up. We'll be done by dinner, I guarantee it." Toast stated from his computer. "As a matter of fact..." he continued, wrote something down on a post-it note, pealed off the top one and then wrote something else down, "...Steve and Danny, you two can go after this one, Kono and Chin you take this one. Come back and pick up a post-it for your next run." He finished and handed out the assignments.

"Hope you put gas in the car this morning," Steve whispered to his partner.

"I was waiting for you." Danny retorted. "I didn't think it was going to be that kind of day."

"We'll claim it as an expense," Steve added as he turned toward the door. "Give me the keys."

"Take them."

Hawaii Five-O fans…how do I describe you? Actually, this caters more to my beloved Fannibals, although most of them aren't reading these. This one, it's near and dear to my Hannibal the Cannibal heart. Enjoy. I was into Hannibal way before Hawaii Five-O, just to clarify that little bit of information – if you were wondering.

536. Describe your demographic group. Describe the stereotypes of your group that you confirm. Describe the stereotypes you subvert.

"In our line of work, no one is safe," Steve said as he paced before a high ranking business executive in a three piece suit and handcuffs.

SWAT officers swarmed the multibillion dollar company - with its designer suits and fast cars - and Danny and Steve followed their heavily armed back-up right into the office of the CEO.

"What Steve is trying to say is this - we don't deal in demographics or stereotypes. We have no use for showmanship or the bright shiny things that money can buy. We deal with evidence and facts."

"And that does not discriminate by race, or gender, or things that people enjoy in their spare time."

"No, it is finite and concrete."

"It is the law, and it is blind."

"So you, sir, are under arrest for the murder of 8 young women in the state of Hawaii." Danny finished.

"You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be appointed for you. Do you understand these rights as I have read them to you?" Steve asked as he came forward to take a hold of the handcuffed man to take him into custody.

"Wait until my lawyer hears about this." the man grumbled with a nod of understanding.

"Your fancy, over priced, lawyer can't save you." Steve huffed.

"Not when we caught you on surveillance video dumping your last victim in the ocean."

"No amount of money can save you now, so tell me this, where did you put their hearts?" Steve asked.

"Why did you take them?" Danny asked and he was sorry he'd asked the moment the question had come out of his mouth.

A flash like evil appeared in the man's eyes. He stood a little taller and he smiled a twisted daemonic sort of smile. He knew he'd been caught, but he had one more shocking revelation up his sleeve.

"I ate them."

The bicycle story at the end of this is a true story. It happened to my mother and her older brother. She never got another bike.

537. Jot down some notes about a long-ago family event. Then interview a family member about the event. Now write a piece featuring the differences between the two memories.

"Aunt Deb, that's not how it happened!" Steve protested.

Deb had returned to the island and was seeking treatment for her cancer, but her real reason for coming was to spend her time - whatever she had left - with her family, and Steve, Mary and the whole of their Ohana were prepared to make it as memorable as possible. Danny had even asked his parents to come around to meet some of Steve's family - under goods circumstances for once - and they came.

"Steve, I may be old, but my memory is quick as a whip!" Deb stated and silenced her nephew's protest. "He literally tried to glue all of the broken ornaments back together with some Elmer's White Craft Glue."

"Even at that young age, you were trying to MacGyver your way out of trouble." Danny mocked.

"It would had worked too had the glue held!" Steve laughed.

"How did you manage to knock the whole tree over in the first place?" Mary asked.

Deb sent and accusing glare across the room to Steve.

"After multiple warning from the adults in the house, and about twelve from Aunt Deb alone..."

"Thirteen."

"I still decided to ride my brand new two wheel bike - with training wheels - in the house." Steve confessed.

"Even with the training wheels he fell over - smash - right into the Christmas tree and all his grandmother McGarrett's hand crafted ornaments!" Deb added and laughed.

"I remember that bike!" Mary stated gleefully.

"I remember the scolding you got from your father when he caught you." Deb added.

"Don't worry, dear Steven," Mrs. Williams stated as Steve lowered his eyes to the floor in defeat, "Daniel road his bike in the house once - and only once."

"Oh I can still feel that spanking," Danny sighed and shifted in his seat while everyone else laughed.

"His ride was short lived, and lucky for him he didn't do any major damage inside the house, but he'd been warned. He was heading for the front door. His brother held the door open for him and he was going to take the front steps like a jump." Patrick explained.

"I didn't make it out the door, mom caught me, and Matty, and that was the end of that. The spanking, oh the spanking that we both got when she was finished yelling at us," Danny said, "that was one day, and one painful moment, that I will never, ever, forget."

"Neither will your brother." Patrick added.

"And he didn't see that bicycle again until the following spring." Veronica stated.

"It was locked away, contraband, and I wasn't allowed anywhere near it." Danny said. "I hadn't had the bike for a day and I lost it for a year."

"I didn't lose mine that long," Steve said, "but it did find itself in the garage for a long time."

"You boys think you had it bad, at least you had the bike and got it back," Deb said as she threw up her hands. "When I was a little girl my father bought me a bike for my birthday and my older bother stole it. I didn't even get a chance to learn to ride it. I was so mad that he took it that I waited for a day when he'd taken the bike and my mom and dad left me home alone with my big brother. He was supposed to watch me, but instead he took the bike and he told me to stay home and be good while he went out fishing. I was so mad, so mad that I climbed the big fir tree at the end of our driveway - we lived on the mainland then - and I waited for him to come home. I waited up that tree all day and when my brother finally came riding down the street on my bike I started screaming bloody murder. Screaming for help. Screaming like I'd been in distress since the moment he'd left me alone at home all by myself, and then SMASH. He crashed my bike into the rocks at the end of our driveway and totaled it, and I came down from that tree, looked at my brother and said, 'you had no right to take my bike, now neither of us will have it.' I never got another bike, neither did my brother."

"I'm sure your brother wouldn't agree with that series of events." Patrick laughed.

Deb shook her head, "he's not here to defend himself, he died long ago, but that was exactly how it happened and he knew it."

I personally don't mind beer. I've had some bad ones…

538. Drink a beer. Write about the taste.

"This is terrible." Steve whispered to his partner and put the beer down.

"Tell me about it. It doesn't even taste like beer." Danny sighed.

"I wasn't talking about the beer, but you're right." Steve said with a shake of his head. "At least the girls are having a good time." He added optimistically - it was his fault Danny was on this terrible double date in the first place.

Catherine's cousin had come to visit and had ended up staying longer than anticipated - at Steve's house no less - and she was starting to drive everyone crazy with her talk of how cute Danny was, so, to shut her up, Steve set up the double date - which wasn't the best idea he'd ever had and he was ready to admit it.

"It tastes like they just gave up on trying to make a good beer, watered it down, pasted a label on the bottle and lowered the price so that people who just want beer for the sake of having beer and getting drunk would have a cheep alternative." Danny grumbled. "It's about as bitter as my mood and I'm not even getting a buzz from it."

"We'll move back to the Long Boards." Steve said and sighed.

"I think I'm off beer. The only thing that is going to save this date will be to move on to the hard stuff, or me running before it's over and escaping Catherine's cousin."

"Do you want to leave?" Steve asked.

"Yes, desperately. I've heard enough about how cute I am, how funny I am, how much you should listen to me more when I speak. I can't handle her hanging off me, batting her eyes at me, asking me about being a single parent. She's driving me crazy, Steve, with that squeaky annoying giggle and the sheer number of times she's said, 'OMG that's suuuuper cute.' Literally O.M.G. Who says that at our age?"

"She's getting on my nerves too." Steve sighed.

"I hate to ditch out on you, Steve, but really, I can't take much more of this."

"Me either, and I don't blame you. Go now while they are in the ladies room. I'll make up some excuse." Steve said and tossed the Camaro keys across the table at his partner.

"I'll never complain again about driving my car. I owe you one." Danny stated and bolted for the door.

"Where is he going?" Catherine asked just as Danny made it to the doors at a run and they returned to the table.

"He got a call from Grace. A girl fell from one of the lifts in cheer practice and landed on her. The other girl and Grace have been rushed to the hospital and Danny had to go." Steve made up a lie on the fly.

"He's such a good dad. That's so Suuuper CUTE. I hope she's okay." Catherine's cousin stated as her disappointment faded to something like pride.

Catherine glared at Steve.

"Yeah, he's a great guy and has one number one girl in his life." Steve said with a nod and returned the glare Catherine had shot at him.

You could take this prompt so many places!

539. She was crazy that way.

Steve and Danny were so shocked that they could do nothing but stare.

They'd been called over to the precinct by Duke Lukela, who had a woman in custody in the drunk tank. The woman in question had been picked up down on Waikiki beach for public intoxication and indecent exposure - she was drunk off her rocker and running around in her birthday suit. And now that she'd sobered up slightly, she was hanging upside down from the holding cell bars with her feet touching the ceiling and she was rambling on and on about a person of great interest to the Five-O team.

Her wrap sheet was already a mile long, but she was crazy that way, and Danny wasn't sure he'd get any good information out of this woman, even if he tried.

"So where is Sang Min?" Steve asked when the woman finished an upside down, roaring rendition, of Lady Gaga's Do What You Want.

"Wouldn't you like to know, hot stuff?" The woman asked as she looked up at Steve - her face was about level with his crotch.

"Could you come down from there?" Steve asked uncomfortable.

"Nah, I'm getting all the blood back to my brain." The woman stated. "It will help me think more clearly because I can't for the life of me remember the words to Katy Perry's Roar."

"Why do you need to remember that?" Danny asked.

"Because I'm a strong independent woman and ain't no man gonna bring me down." The upside down drunk stated.

"Okay, but why are you rambling on about Sang Min?"

"Because he's back on the island and looking to get in touch with you without actually getting in touch with you."

"Why does he want to do that?" Steve asked.

"You got me, Stevie."

"Do you know what he wants from us?"

"He wants to pass on information he's uncovered, but at the same time he doesn't want to go back to jail - I mean do you blame him - so he want to call a parley." The woman explained. "A one time, face to face, with Five-O."

"Where?" Steve asked.

"Don't know. He wants to make sure he has your word that you won't just arrest him."

Steve looked at Danny and Danny shrugged.

"How are you going to get that information back to Sang Min if I give you my word?" Steve asked.

"I still have my phone call." The woman said soberly.

"You understand that the calls that come out of this place are traced and monitored." Danny stated. "You are inside a police station."

"I know my rights." The woman stated. "You don't think I'm dumb enough to call Sang Min directly, do you?"

"You're not drunk at all are you?" Danny asked.

"I blew way over the limit." The woman smirked - still upside down.

"You went through a lot just to talk to us."

"I was forced into this jumpsuit because I came in butt naked, and now I'm upside down staring at your crotch, yeah I went through a lot because I gave Sang Min my word that I would get you his message. Now does he have your word or not."

"We'll meet him for his parley." Steve stated.

"And you won't arrest him when you see him?" She asked.

"One time only, we will not arrest him when we meet with him." Steve whispered.

"Shake on it." The woman stated as she grabbed the bottom bars, swung herself down and landed on her feet before standing up straight, looking Steve right in the eyes, and reaching through the bars to shake his hand.

"You have my word." Steve stated and shook on it.

"Do I have yours?" she asked and reached out to Danny.

"As his number two, you have my word." Danny stated and followed suit.

"Good, you'll hear from me with more information. Now go, leave me here to sober up and I'll be in touch." The woman stated and walked to the back wall of the holding cell and slumped to the floor.

Danny and Steve turn to leave and heard her from down the hall.

"I've got the eye of the tiger, a fighter, dancing through the fire..."

Well, it's no secret that I don't care too much for Catherine. I use her in my stories, but she'll never be part of the core group – not in my mind. That being said, here is a Catherine centered story for all of you Catherine fans out there.

540. Eavesdrop today - on the bus, in line for lunch, or on the street. What do people say? What do they really sound like?

"I swear to God, I am going to throw this earpiece out the bus window if you don't stop talking to me and let me concentrate on the person you have me tailing!" Catherine whispered harshly so that Danny and Steve, and all the rest of the officers tuned into her frequency could hear her - the people on the bus, however, could not.

"Leave the earpiece in!" Steve ordered. "Do you have eyes on our guy?"

"He's riding his bike along the boardwalk, just along the right side of this street."

"Does he have anything with him?" Steve asked.

"He's got a backpack."

"He has to have the information with him. We didn't find anything at his home. Keep on him, Catherine, while we move in."

"Got it." Catherine gave the affirmative and then pulled the yellow chord in the bus. "He's moving off the road. I'm getting off the bus." The bus stopped, Catherine hurried off as to not stop the bus for too long in the afternoon traffic, and dodged down a path in the park.

"Where is he going?" Steve asked into her ear.

"Down to the beach." Catherine answered.

"We'll cut him off from the other direction." Steve stated and Catherine could hear the engine of the Camaro revving up over the connection. "Kono is already down on the beach."

"I see her." Catherine stated as she walked along and spotted the other member of the team decked out in a skin tight wet suit - her arms and legs bare but he torso glistening from the sea water she'd just emerged from.

"I see you Catherine." Kono piped in as she let her student carry the surfboard up and away from the water.

"So do I," Chin stated - as he waved at her from behind the surfboard.

Chin and Kono were both undercover on the beach, knowing that their suspect frequented this particular stretch of the coast line but had managed to be elusive for several days. Kono sported a short bob wig died in a colour that was so loud and noticeable - but so different from the usual look that Kono Kalakaua would usually sport - that it was the perfect disguise. Chin too was dressed completely differently than his usually persona. He wore board shorts, carried the board like a rookie and wore a wig of dreadlocks that fell half way down his back. The two of them stopped on the beach by a cluster of equipment - things that looked just like what one would bring to the beach to teach a surfing lesson, but in reality it was everything that the Five-Os would need to track, trap, and detain a suspect, as well was electronic equipment that couldn't get wet like the waterproof ear buds.

Catherine was also undercover in a sun dress and a huge sunhat the covered her face. She wore sunglasses, bright red lipstick, and her hair was tied into two pigtails that fell low behind her ears and were curled so that they bounced as she walked along. Her nails on her fingers and toes matched her lipstick and the shoes she wore were sequined but sensible for walking, or running, along the beach.

She carried on in her pursuit of the suspect, as Kono and Chin followed her with their eyes and headed back out into the water so that they would find themselves further down the beach if Danny and Steve didn't make it down the beach fast enough. Suddenly, however, the suspect stopped, pulled his bike into a wooded section of the beach - full of low lying shrubberies and the odd towering palm tree. Two men came out of the shrubberies to greet the suspect and they moved closer to the water where they sat down on the beach, amongst the sunbathers, and seemed to enter into a conference.

Catherine got as close to them as she could, without being suspicious, pulled a towel out of her beach bag and laid it down on the sand, she then removed her dress to reveal a very small bikini - which attracted the attention of the suspect and his new friends - and then she laid herself down on the sand. From her beach bag she retrieved a water bottle, a rather large hard cover book, and headphones and iPhone. Laying on her stomach she unfolded the book before her, laying it flat one the sand and propping herself up on her elbows. She put her ear buds into her ears - they didn't look abnormal at a glance but the connected seamlessly to the ear piece she was already wearing. She then turned her attention to the book, seemingly ignoring the suspect and his new entourage.

"We've got them," Toast stated into Catherine's ear as the new audio fed through her ear buds and into the Five-O office. "Close enough to hear them, not too close that you would get yourself caught."

"Genius," Catherine giggled, turned the page of her book.

The ear buds and the iPhone connected Catherine to the computer system - it was a little app Toast was developing - the technology looked inconspicuous enough, dozens of people all along the stretch of beach were listening to their own music, minding their own business, and not drawing any attention to themselves. Catherine however, was able to listen in on the conversation being had between the suspect and the two other men, and Toast was able to record the whole thing for evidence purposes.

"They'd talking about the drug drop, don't move in yet," Catherine whispered into her microphone as she heard Steve and Danny making their way down the beach.

"We're in position," Kono also announced.

"The conversation is just getting good." Catherine whispered again and shifted herself on the sand.

"As soon as you hear a location for the drop, we'll move in." Steve stated.

Catherine nodded her head along with the imaginary beat and pulled a bottle of sunscreen out of her bag.

"The ship will arrive tomorrow night, up the north shore, with the shipment for this month." One of the two new men stated to the suspect that Danny and Steve had been tailing for days.

"My guys are ready." The suspect answered in a hushed voice.

"So are mine," Steve stated as he walked up to the gathering of men, his weapon drawn, and four other guns aimed directly at the trio.

The suspect turned frantically, as if he were going to bolt, but standing in his way, wearing nothing more than a bikini, some ear buds and pointing a gun right at him was Catherine.

"I wouldn't move if I were you." She stated and the man's hands were raised over his head.

"You wanna book em'?" Steve asked mockingly.

"Oh sorry, sweet heart, but I left my handcuff in my other bikini." Catherine stated flirtatiously.

"I guess that leave it up to you, Danno."

"Gee, thanks."

"You can put your dress back on now, people are staring." Steve said as the men were cuffed and Danny, Kono and Chin lead them away to two unmarked cop cars there were waiting just off the path.

Catherine rolled her eyes, but did as she was told. "You're gonna pull me off the beach on a day like today and throw me back into the office. How cruel."

"You've done well." Steve said with a smile.

"Toast did well," Catherine stated and tapped her ear.

"Yeah, thanks so much for forgetting my genius as soon as you have your guys in custody." Toast retorted.

"You're gonna make millions with this technology, Toast."

"I do it for you, Steve, all in the name of the law." Toast joked and ended the connection.

Well that's all for now! Happy reading! Thank you so much for all the comments!