Chapter 59
Hey guys, here chapter 59. I hope you enjoy because the next chapter will be sometime in October. Sorry for that , i hope you enjoy.
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It was 0630 when Junior called Detective Williams. He called Danny from his classroom.
"Detective Williams' cell phone. Please hold." Rachel said efficiently. She put the cell phone down on
the nightstand. She went into their bathroom where Danny was shaving.
"You have a call." She said while hugging him from behind,
"It's not even seven in the morning!" He stopped shaving to complain.
Rachel shrugged. "It's official: they asked for Detective Williams."
Danny threw his razor into the sink. "Of course, they did." He turned and gave his wife a kiss, getting
shaving cream all over her face.
He went into the bedroom in boxers and shaving cream. "Williams."
"Good morning, detective. This is Petty Officer Reigns. I have the intel you asked for. I can come by
after classes today, about 1330. Or you can come pick it up. Or if he's up to it, Commander McGarrett."
"I'll come by before I hit the office. I'll be there around 7:30. Does that work for you?"
"Yes sir. I'll call the gate to let them know you're coming."
"Will they tell me where you are?"
"Room 902A"
"See you soon."
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Danny tore down the stairs, tying his tie. He burst into the dining room. "Good morning all."
Steve and Catherine looked up from the huge ham and cheese omelet they were eating. "Good
morning." They said together.
Charlie grinned as Gracie jumped up to get a hug. "Danno!"
"I have your breakfast ready, love." Rachel brought his plate as he sat down at the table.
Catherine poured him a glass of orange juice. "You look well rested."
"Slept like dead chicken."
"Dead chicken can't dream." Gracie and Steve said together.
"Quiet, both of you." Danny rolled his eyes. "It's just an expression."
"Not a very accurate one." Steve observed as he ate.
"You're hogging the ham." Catherine scolded him.
"I am not." Steve grinned. "I'm eating what's nearest me."
Gracie and Charlie giggled.
"THAT'S IT!" Rachel announced from the nearby kitchen. She grabbed a knife and a plate and brought
both to the table. "Steve, where were you eating from?"
He gestured with his fork. Catherine knocked it away.
Rachel cut the omelet in half, long way. She scooped half on the new plate and set it before Catherine.
She moved the once shared plate in front of Steve, who dug in.
"Why does he get the bigger half?" Catherine whined.
"Because I said so, that's why." Rachel said in her best mom voice.
Charlie and Gracie giggled along with their father.
Steve grinned at Catherine as he chewed. She just rolled her eyes and resumed eating her breakfast.
"Hey, commander."
"Yes, Detective."
"I'm going to go to Camp May to see Junior Reigns before the office. Any messages?"
Steve chewed reflectively. "Just 'I hear good things so keep up the excellent work'."
Danny finished his breakfast. "You got it." He got up to leave.
Steve did too. "Gracie, can I trust you to guard my breakfast?"
"Yes sir, Commander." The little girl saluted and moved his plate closer to her.
He saluted her. "Carry on, Ladybug."
"Yes sir!"
Steve followed Danny outside. "Junior came through for you?"
"I'm hoping so."
"We'll talk tonight, after dinner?"
"Yeah."
"Any other cigars you're fond of? Maybe I'll ask Catherine to take us on an excursion after we drop off
Grace at school."
"You have an idea what I like. I trust you. Take things slow and easy. I got plenty of cigars so no rush."
"Thanks Danny."
"You got the watch."
"I got the watch."
Williams drove off and Steve went back in the house. He sat down at the table. Gracie slid his
unmolested plate over. "Thanks Ladybug."
Rachel had joined everyone at the table. "Are we all going to school with Gracie?"
Catherine nodded. "Absolutely. She likes the navy car."
Gracie nodded happily.
"Okay. Then young lady you better get it in gear." Rachel warned her daughter.
Gracie checked the clocked then finished her oatmeal. "May I please be excused?"
Her mother nodded as she ate her own breakfast.
The child jumped up, ran to the sink to put her dirty dishes in the sink then she raced up the stairs to
finish getting ready for school.
The adults all smiled at the little girls' enthusiasm.
"I love your daughter." Catherine gushed. "If we're blessed with a daughter, I hope she's like Gracie.
She's so adorable."
"I agree." Steve took his and Catherine's dirty dishes to the sink. After arranging then for optimal soak,
he turned to Rachel. "I can finish with Charlie while you're getting ready." He offered.
Rachel got up. "Thank you, Steven. We'll be ready in fifteen minutes."
Steve picked up Charlie. "Where are your shoes, little man?"
The toddler just giggled and put his stocking feet in the man's face.
Steve pretended to try to eat the child's feet, which delighted the boy. "Where are those toes?"
The boy giggled even more.
"Someday, Commander, you are going to make a great father." Catherine observed.
"I hope so, Lieutenant. Because you're going to be a great mother. You and our daughter are going to
gang up on me. I'll have to keep my eye on you two." He wagged a cautionary finger at her.
"Beg pardon?" She blinked.
"Do you remember after I had that 'twilight sleep'?"
She nodded.
"I saw our daughter. She was absolutely, perfectly beautiful." He started. While he related his dream,
he rocked the Williams' progeny. "What shall we name her?"
Catherine smiled. "Something special. Wow, no wonder you needed time to … digest all that."
"Oh Cat, She has your perfect smile."
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"Just follow the signage to the training pools. Turn right there, park in an unassigned spot. Classroom
902A is next to the big training pool, it's the only pool with a cover." The gate guard explained as his
partner put an access sticker in the top center of Danny's windshield. "Speed limit is 25 mph."
The detective finished signing in and handed the sentinel back the clipboard. "Thank you." He drove on
as the gate went up. Cadets were making their way to their morning destination with purposeful
efficiency.
In quick order, he found the covered pool and parked. Just as the guard said: room 902A was adjacent
to the covered pool. He hesitated at the door, should he knock or go in? Three quick knocks and in he
went.
The classroom was empty except for Junior sitting at the instructor's desk. "Good morning Detective
Williams. I gather you found the building okay. Did the front gate give you any flack?"
"None and the directions were right on the money.'' He looked around the room. "So, this was the
place McGarrett spent his time." It was an observation, not a question.
"Yes, it is."
"Who did he piss off?"
Junior seemed confused. "Sir?"
"Put me in here eight hours a day, five days a week … I'd consider retiring or vast amounts of alcohol. He
had to have pissed someone off, but good." Danny said out loud. 'Eating my gun would be another
option.' He mouthed to himself.
"Commandant White and Commander McGarrett are old friends. Family friends, I think." Junior still
looked confused.
"If McGarrett is such a decorated paragon of the U.S. Navy, why would he 'teach' here?"
"Sir, he was injured in Afghanistan. The navy had him on 'recovery duty' and the Coast Guard needed an
experienced blue water survival instructor. Commandant White put in a request and Commander
McGarrett fit the bill. Plus, I'm sure that they figured all the swimming would benefit in his recovery as
physical therapy, and the cadets would get his 'raw' take on how to survive adverse situations while the
experiences were fresh."
"Makes sense." Danny surmised. He clapped his hands together. "So, whatcha you got for me?"
Junior handed him a graph paper with a diagram of Greenley's warehouse, complete with the windows
and doors identified. He handed Danny a second diagram of the interior.
"Outstanding, really great. First rate. McGarrett said you'd do quality work, and he was right."
"Yes sir, thank you sir."
A few cadets filed in and sat at their desks. They looked at the newcomer with curious eyes.
Reigns and the detective exchanged looks. "Thank you, Petty Officer. I'll call you, if I need more
information. Is that okay?"
"Affirmative. I am at your disposal, sir."
"Appreciate that." With that said, Danny saluted the Petty Officer and left.
Once in the privacy of his car, he watched the other cadets arrive for class. When no one else was in
sight, he looked at the papers Junior provided. After reviewing them, he started toward his office: he
had to talk to Lou Grover and Billy Donovan.
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After dropping off Gracie at school, Catherine headed downtown.
"I appreciate you taking us to Danny's cigar shop." Steve said to Rachel. "He has been very generous
with his cigars. I'd like to return the favor."
"Very considerate." Rachel commented.
After the tobacconist, Steve asked to stop at a liquor store.
Catherine was concerned that Steve was doing too much, too soon. "Why?"
"Well, I overheard Rachel saying to you that she was considering making homemade lasagna over the
weekend so I thought a nice bottle of Aglianico would go good with it." Steve explained.
"Or to drown our sorrows in." Rachel said quietly.
"Unlikely. You are an excellent cook." Catherine said quickly.
"Between you and Catherine, it will be glorious." Steve agreed.
"How do you know what wine goes with lasagna? Aren't you of Scottish descent? I doubt there's a drop
of Italian DNA in your whole body." Catherine teased.
"Ah huh! Something you don't know about me. I was injured in an op, I got a pint of a teammate's
blood. He was so Italian it was like a caricature. So, I have a wee drop of…"
"Don't tell that to Daniel. Unless you want him to laugh at you." Rachel warned.
"Which reminds me: how is an Italian detective named 'Williams'?"
"His father is Irish." Rachel explained.
Catherine whistled. "He must be fun when he gets mad."
"Well. He rants…. Rachel started.
"Like an Irishman." Steve offered.
"Well, yes. And loud." Rachel finished.
"And there's the Italian."
"Steve!" Catherine slapped his leg.
"Well, he's right." Rachel admitted.
Steve grinned at Catherine.
"Well, you're tight with money, typical Scottish personality." She teased him. "McCheap."
Steve countered. "McThrifty."
"If you decide to pick on the Brits, I'll smack you." Rachel said with a smile in her voice. "Catherine,
what is your ancestry?"
"All-American Heinz 57." She declared proudly.
"Pardon?" Rachel asked.
"Heinz 57 is an American ketchup." Steve explained. "Heinz boosts those fifty-seven ingredients make
the perfect condiment."
"Sounds delightful."
Catherine parked in front of a liquor store. "Feeling up to it?''
Steve nodded and exited the car. He went inside.
Catherine shut off the car. "Is Danny stubborn?"
Rachel chuckled. "All men are, dear."
It was Catherine's turn to chuckle. She watched Steve exit the store and walk to the car, sure and
steady. "Some more than others. Here comes their king."
Steve opened the car door and slid in. "They had it."
Catherine started the car. "Home? I mean the Williams' residence?"
"Unless you need to stop somewhere." Steve settled in for the ride home.
"Steven, when are you going to start your physical therapy?" Rachel asked quietly from the backseat.
Catherine took a quick glance at the Commander.
"Well, to drive to New Brunswick three times a week is just impractical. My therapy was walking,
stretching, flexibility and rebuilding my endurance. If the doctor and therapist are happy with my
progress, I can start running, lifting weights, jumping rope, pushups, chinups and sit ups. Standard stuff
really." Steve answered casually.
"And I monitor and report on his activities and rest." Catherine clarified sternly, but with a smile. "He
wants to do sit ups but the doctor said not yet. So, I get to hear him whine."
"I don't whine."
"Of course not."
"Do speak with Daniel about utilizing his weights." Rachel suggested.
"Just don't compete." Catherine warned.
"I wouldn't dream of it." Steve said innocently.
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Danny was in a good mood going into the office. He grabbed a coffee and a donut at the coffee counter
and went to his office. "Good morning everyone. Grab your coffees, conference room in five minutes."
"Copy that."
"10-4."
"Affirmative."
Five minutes later, the team was assembled, seated and attentive.
"Junior Reigns came through for us, big time. He got Greenley's address and scouted out the place." He
had made copies of the diagrams Junior had drawn. Each team member got their own copy.
"This is great!" Lou exclaimed.
"Glad you think so. Here's twenty more copies. Please get with Billy Donovan and his team: come up
with a plan to take him into custody, preferably when he's asleep."
"Pre-dawn." Lou agreed, chuckling. "We will be his wake-up call."
The whole team laughed.
"What if he's in the shower?" Chin asked.
"I'll drag his wet, soapy, naked ass out and cuff him, if I have to." Lou grinned.