/ Music \\\

Danny walked out of the psych's office and down towards the car where Steve was silently writing in a notebook that looked like one of Grace's. Danny opened the door and Steve startled, closing the notebook, and looked up at Danny.

"Babe," Danny said, sliding into the car.

Steve smiled and tucked the notebook behind his back. "How was it?"

"It wasn't that pleasant honestly," Danny said, smiling at Steve gently.

Steve face immediately hardened. "Why?"

"Last couple of sessions, right, we've just been talking about ways of dealing with anger, you know, all that stuff that everyone knows. And it's not been hard it's just been a refresher and a reminder. It's been me, and her, working out what I need to do next time I get angry like that, okay."

"Let me deal with them," Steve offered.

Danny shook his head. "No, that is not the right answer."

Steve shrugged. "And this time?"

"We talked about what happened with Beckett."

Steve nodded, his face settling into the closed-off expression Danny recognised meant he had no idea how he was actually supposed to react.

"It was hard to rehash it all," Danny admitted, relaxing back into the car seat. "I know I have to, I mean, I understand, okay, I understand that half of the point of all of this is to go over what happened and working out what I should have done differently but it doesn't make it all any easier, you know?"

Steve continued nodding with the same expression and Danny had to bite back his desire to laugh at Steve trying to be supportive.

"It's not something I'm ever going to stop regretting," Danny explained, thinking back to what he'd said to his psych. "And I just wish I could forget it happened, okay? But, I know I need to remember so it doesn't happen again."

Steve looked vaguely like he was holding his breath and then he opened his mouth and closed it like a goldfish.

"And now, I want to go to work and work out how they got those drugs onto the island before my family arrives in the morning."

Steve nodded and turned to the steering wheel. He looked much more sure of himself now that he had something to focus on that he could actually do something about. Once they were driving Danny starting talking again.

"She wanted to go through the whole case and discuss why I made the decisions I made and then we talked about the real reason that I did what I did and how my anger affected my decisions."

Steve wriggled his shoulder and Danny could almost see him psyching himself into talking.

"The idea is that if I know why it happened and how then I should be able to read the signs and not do it again."

"And I can help," Steve offered.

"Yeah, though I do hope you mean reminding me why I don't want to do something like that again and risk losing my job and Grace."

Steve looked at Danny and glared. "What?"

"If I'd lost my job for beating a guy at work I would have no chance of upping our time with Grace – I would have probably lost most of my custody and Rachel would have taken her to Vegas."

"She…" Steve looked back at the road and Danny watched the muscles in Steve's jaw twitch. Danny realised, with surprising clarity, that Steve hadn't realised that that was what had terrified Danny the most. He probably hadn't even realised it was a possibility because Danny had never talked about it.

"I was scared," Danny admitted, looking at the way Steve's hands gripped the steering wheel. "What I did was wrong. It's not okay to assault another person – not even to get the information and save a little girl. But I could have moved on and pushed it out of my mind except with startling, terrifying, clarity I realised for a few minutes of viciously, vindictive self-satisfaction, I could have lost one of the two people that are more important to me than anything else. If I lost the job it wouldn't have been the end of the world – I would have worked it out…we…we would have worked it out but I could have lost my time with Grace and what on earth would I have done then."

Steve indicated suddenly and pulled off to the side of the road. He threw the park brake on and grabbed Danny's shoulders to pull him across the console. Steve wrapped his arms around Danny and held him tight.

"I didn't know," Steve said, breathing into the skin of Danny's neck.

"I don't think I even wanted to talk about it," Danny admitted. "It was terrifying."

"Babe," Steve said, pulling back and kissing Danny. "Okay, I'm completely on board – I will remind you of this next time anything like that happens and we will do it all differently."

Danny smiled weakly. "Thank you, and thank you for coming today."

Steve smiled gently. "I knew you needed me to come."

Danny smiled and kissed Steve. "Come on, we need to get back to work."

Steve yanked him into another hug and then let go and turned back to the steering wheel. "I'm never letting you lose her."

Danny looked at Steve and couldn't resist smiling. "I love you, and I'm really damn pleased that I'm marrying you in less than two weeks."

Steve turned and grinned at him before he drove them back onto the road.

"Now," Danny said, looking at the edge of the pink notebook poking out from behind Steve's back. "What were you writing in the notebook?"

"Kamekona asked me a good question."

"He cannot officiate at the wedding."

"I know," Steve agreed. "Nigel is going to be wonderful."

"I'm sure he will."

"He's a great guy."

"He's an ex-Navy SEAL who once saved your life and is happy to come to Hawaii and officiate at our wedding so I like him already."

Steve smiled. "He's also an amazing poker player."

Danny laughed. "We'll have to have a game at the buck's night on Saturday."

Steve nodded. "Shame Gracie can't come."

"No, it's not. We are going to be drinking and I have a feeling Kono has ordered a stripper."

"Female or male?"

Danny shrugged. "I'd prefer neither. They just make me sad."

"Sad?"

"I'd prefer to watch you take your clothes off – or someone that I'm invested in – than a stranger who is being paid to do it."

"I'd prefer to watch you take your clothes off too. But you are not allowed to strip in front of my Navy mates."

"Deal. So, babe, what is in the notebook?"

"A list of songs," Steve said, pulling out the notebook behind his back and handing it to Danny. "We said we were just going to put our songs on a playlist but we haven't done it so I thought I'd start writing out my favourite songs."

"This is going to be terrible," Danny said, looking down at the closed notebook. "But, what does that have to do with Kamekona?"

"He wanted to know if we wanted him to come with his DJ equipment."

Danny frowned. "Why does Kamekona have DJ equipment?"

"He's a DJ."

Danny rolled his eyes. "Of course he is."

"I told him what we're doing."

"And?"

"He asked if we'd like him to bring his equipment along and we can play the music through it but we haven't worked out what music we are actually playing."

"What did you tell him?"

"I said I would talk to you about it."

"He would bring in one of those trucks that has speakers bigger than our house. We cannot let this get out of hand."

"What are we going to play them on?" Steve asked.

"Grace's speaker dock."

"It's pink."

"We need some pink at the wedding and she's wearing a red dress."

"We need some pink?"

Danny nodded. "Gracie loves pink."

Steve nodded. "Will the speaker be loud enough?"

"What are the lyrics to that new Taylor Swift song?"

Steve groaned. "Okay, it'll be loud enough."

"But how are we going to decide on the songs – it's well established that you and I do not agree on music."

Steve turned into the carpark of the Palace and Danny finally opened the notebook looking at the songs in the list. Steve turned and looked at him.

"Well?" Steve asked.

Danny groaned. "We are going to pick half each."

"What about Grace?"

Danny laughed. "I suppose I'll let her pick some of my songs."

"Then she can pick some of mine as well."

"No more than ten per cent," Danny offered. "That way there are only so many Taylor Swift or Five Seconds of Summer songs at our wedding."

"So we get forty per cent each and she gets twenty."

Danny made a face. "Is that too much?"

"No," Steve said. "I think it's perfect."

"Now, we need to decide on how many songs that is."

"We're getting married at two in the afternoon so we need to fill about nine hours."

"We're kicking them out at eleven?"

"Midnight," Steve said. "We can't have music until we've done all of the photos so I figure about three."

"Okay. Four minutes a song, fifteen songs an hour," Danny said, doing the maths in his head.

"Hundred and thirty five," Steve jumped in, swinging the door open and climbing out of the car.

"Right," Danny said, meeting him at the steps. "We'll pick up Grace and spend the night sorting out of lists."

Steve grabbed the notebook back. "I've already started."

"We have a case."

Steve smiled. "And I have a lunch break later."

Danny shook his head. "You're ridiculous."

Steve smiled at him and started jogging up the steps.

Danny watched the pink notebook bounce and started after Steve. "Don't think I didn't notice you were so bored sitting in the car and waiting for me that you went looking under the seats until you found that notebook."

Steve froze and turned around. "It was on the backseat."

"No," Danny said, shaking his head as he passed Steve, "it wasn't, because I collected the three sweaters that Grace had left in the car when I did the washing last night and the notebook wasn't there."

Danny heard Steve walking quickly up behind him. The taller man threw an arm over Danny's shoulders.

"Just admit it, babe."

Danny felt Steve shrug through the contact between their bodies.

"I'm still coming next time," Steve said, breaking away from Danny before they walked into the front door of headquarters.

Danny followed him in and nodded his acceptance.

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