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A Very Good Job

The women in the park were clearly traveling friends as evidenced by their similar attire. Sun visors from a hotel shop and different colored Oahu tank tops that screamed 'tourist'.

Tammi, a pretty salon blonde with a serious expression nodded in a direction just past her friend's shoulders.

"What?" The second woman, Elise, attempted to turn but a hand on her arm stopped her.

"Don't look. There's a guy on that bench. I think he's got a gun."

"A gun? Are you sure? What's he doing?"

"He's just sitting there. Okay look now."

"That's definitely a gun. Can you carry a gun in Hawaii?"

"I don't know, but he's alone near a playground. I think we should call the cops."

"Yeah."

Tammi pulled out her phone and said, "See something, say something, right?" Just as a little girl of about eight darted past her towards the playground.

"Oh, maybe …" she said as a second man approached from around the other side of the play area and joined him on the bench. "Now look, there's another guy. Maybe they're kidnappers. Or drug dealers or something." She dialed 911 and waited as several children slid down the lime green and blue twisting slides, squealing with laughter.

"911 what's your emergency …"

Six minutes later a uniformed officer approached the women and as he did, scoped out the scene. When he was close enough, he spotted the men and his posture relaxed and a smile crinkled his eyes.

"Ma'am?" He said and nodded. "I'm Sergeant Lukala, you called 911?"

"Yes," Tammi nodded. "I wasn't sure at first if I should, but that man has a gun and another man came and they're right near the playground so we stayed here like the 911 operater said and didn't get any closer."

"You did the right thing to call. But it's okay." He spoke momentarily into his communicator, "10-106," giving the code for all clear.

"Are you sure? Oh, sorry, not that I don't believe you..."

"I'm very sure." He pointed in the direction of the playground just as the two men turned to look his way. "That's Commander McGarrett and Detective Williams from the governor's task force."

"Oh no!" Elise gasped. "Are they undercover? Did we mess up a … sting? Is that what you call it?"

Duke grinned and motioned to Steve and Danny that all was well.

"Actually …" He began when a curly-haired girl who'd been flinging herself down the slide with abandon ran to the bench calling, 'Hi, Uncle Danno! Daddy you fix my hair?' and the women smiled when the suddenly non-menacing man turned his daughter so her back was facing him. He reached into the bag at his feet, pulled out a tie to replace the one she'd lost and undid her messy hair to begin plaiting the curls back into a french braid.

"That's beyond sweet." Tammi noted, while Elissa agreed, "She's so adorable."

"Sorry to have bothered you." Tammi told Duke sincerely.

"Better to check, always," Duke told her with a kind smile. "Thank you for calling it in. Enjoy your vacation."

They thanked him and moved to leave the area to continue sightseeing and he walked across the lawn to the play area.

"Uncle Duke! I went down the slide so fast, like this!" Angie demonstrated with a hand swoop. "Did you see?"

"I saw, honey." He bent and she ran for a fast hug before returning to the slide.

Steve and Danny looked towards the area the women had gone. "What was that?" Steve tilted his chin.

"911 call about a 417 or 212." He grinned.

"They thought you were a maniac," Danny pointed to his partner.

"Or that you were here making a buy," Steve countered and the older man was chuckling at the usual banter when a voice behind him said, "Hey, Duke."

"Catherine, hi," he responded with a smile. "I'm heading back. Have fun." He waved at the little girl who was again at the top of the slide. "Bye, Angie!"

Catherine turned to Steve. "Everything okay?"

"Some tourists thought your husband was a crazy man with a gun," Danny teased.

Steve leaned in to kiss Catheire hello. "He left out the part where they thought he was making a buy."

She shook her head. "At least they called it in." Her attention was immediately on the play area when, "Mommy!" reached her ears.

"Hi, baby girl," she called, then stooped to catch her daughter's running form. "Are you having fun?"

"I went down the slide so fast all the times when we waited fo' you!"

"I saw you, great job." She stood. "How about we go meet Grandma and get our haircuts?"

As if on cue, Angie pushed a curl that slipped from her braid out of her eyes. "Then we watch DJ play?"

"Yes, then we'll pick up Grandma Ang and go to the game."

"Yay!"

"Kiss Daddy and Uncle Danno goodbye and tell them we'll see you at the ballpark," she took Angie's bag of items from Steve.

"Bye, Daddy, bye Uncle Danno, we see you at da game an' we can eat hotdogs with pickles."

Danny laughed. "Never change, you." He bent to kiss her cheek and stood, smiling as her daddy lifted Angie for a hug.

"I'll see you in a little while." Steve placed her on her feet, telling Catherine, "Joseph texted a few minutes ago. He's at Dunkin Donuts for a coffee and juice run with DJ."

She laughed. "Of course he is," she said of the tradition they'd started very soon after DJ joined the family. "We'll meet you all there."

As Steve and Danny headed back to the Camaro and Catherine brushed as much of the playground sand as possible from Angie's yellow shorts and tank top, the little girl pointed to her head and said, "See. Mommy, Daddy maked my hair like you."

"I see that, it looks very pretty."

The three year old nodded happily. "He did a good job," she echoed the phrasing she and DJ often heard from the adults in their lives. Clearly happy her hairstyle matched her mommy's.

Catherine, who'd braided her hair while wet to save time that morning, lifted Angie up for a hug. It always made her smile when her kids wanted to copy something she or Steve did, especially something like this - that she didn't realize the little girl had even noticed.

Smiling further, she thought of Commander McGarrett You Tubing how to make a french braid, then saying, 'Sit in front of me, Cath, I need to practice,' the first time Angie asked him to do one. Catherine kissed the little cheek, placed her daughter's combat boot clad feet on the ground and nodded. "You're right, baby girl. Daddy does a very good job."

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