A/N: Hanalei Brewing produces the Longboards made famous by the show, but my personal favorite is harder to find. Their tropical IPA is not the pine-tree scented acid bath that you might be used to, but it's excellent, regardless of whether or not you are an IPA person.

"Where are we headed now?" Danny griped as he adjusted all of the vents in the front dash to point the AC in his direction.

"Waimanalo," Steve grunted as he whipped around several cars. "Chin said he has information on our robbery suspects."

"At the beach? What did he find there?"

"I don't know, Danny. I guess we'll find out when we get there," Steve ground out with a bite of impatience. The heat wave had dragged on for weeks and was getting to them both.

Arriving, they parked hastily and hurried to the sand. It didn't take long to spot Chin, who was standing next to someone's picnic spot where a cooler had been placed next to 4 lawn chairs and a stack of towels.

"Howzit," he greeted with a wave as they made their way over to him.

Steve looked up and down the beach, nonplussed. He didn't see anything relating to their robbery suspects- just sand, waves, and a lot of tourists. "What've you got?" he asked.

Danny thought Chin almost smiled.

"Take a seat," Chin said."

"That's evidence," Danny voiced his confusion.

"No, these are all mine," Chin explained, waving a hand over the towels, chairs, blanket, basket, and cooler. "Sit down."

Danny could see where this was going, but he felt too tired to argue. Rather unwillingly, he plopped down and began to unlace his office shoes. He could already tell he'd be knocking the sand out of these for weeks.

Steve, on the other hand, stood his ground with folded arms and the beginnings of a scowl. "We have a case, Chin."

"It's a Saturday, Steve," Chin said gently with a fatherly patience as he laid a hand on the SEAL's arm. "Take a seat."

I would lose my arm if I tried that, Danny thought, peeling off his socks as he watched the exchange.

"But the case-" Steve continued to protest.

"We'll figure it out. We always do."

"What's this about?" Steve demanded impatiently, gesturing at the blanket and towels. "Towels… chairs… food? This is premeditated."

"This is about you. And you," Chin pointed at each of them. "Rush, rush, rush. Go, go, go. You two need to slow down. You need to learn to relax. This is an island, brah- live like it."

"Our suspects…"

"… aren't going anywhere. It's an island, and they aren't criminal masterminds. We'll find them. In the meantime, you're running Kono and myself ragged, and you aren't doing yourselves any favors, either." After taking in their careworn appearances, the tired lines and weary shadows around their eyes, he pointed again to the blankets. "Sit." Glancing up, Chin saw Kono appear over the rise with something in her hand that she quickly stuffed in her pocket. "Take a load off; grab a beer."

Steve sat reluctantly next to Danny and looked around impatiently. "I have work to do, Chin."

"On a Saturday?"

"I'm not making you work."

Chin chuckled and turned to Kono, who ran up panting.

"Sorry, boss, but any work will have to wait. You're stuck here for a bit." She grinned and winked at Chin.

" 'Stuck here'?" Steve's eyes narrowed.

"Your car- er, Danny's car- may be missing a few parts. Don't worry, though," she added hastily as Danny began to protest, "I'll put them all back where they came from." She pushed the cooler toward Steve. "Grab a drink, boss."

"Bribing your boss with drinks, huh?" Steve asked as he opened the cooler. He found it packed with Longboards and snorted softly. They knew him well. "I can't drink on duty," he offered as a last resort.

"Good thing you're off-duty, then." Kono snagged a Longboard, popped the cap, and dropped it into his hand. "Drink up!"

Chin leaned into a chair behind them and pulled out his favorite, the Fire Rock. "You see," he explained leisurely, "Danny is from the Northeast and has probably never relaxed a day in his life- he never learned how to slow down. But you, Steve- you grew up here. You know better. You should remember how to take life at a slower pace, but the Navy made you forget. It's time to remember again."

Danny shook out his shoes and squinted over the water. "I know how to relax. I just never seem to have the time," he said quietly.

Steve, for his part, was trying to be angry but was already several mouthfuls into his beer and having a hard time looking the part. "I'll play along, but under protest."

"Did I mention I brought your board?" Kono grinned knowingly and jerked a thumb at two surf boards tilted against a nearby tree. "And while I was poking around, I found a pair of your boardies," and she tossed a pair of swim trunks in his direction.

Danny smirked as Steve's last complaints died weakly on his lips. "She knows you well, brah."

…

"Now this is a woman's beer!" Kono took a long drink and leaned back in the lawn chair, letting the bottle danger between her fingertips just above the sand. It was evening, her hair was full of sand, and she and Steve were both exhausted after a long afternoon riding the waves. It wasn't anything like the rugged danger of the North Shore's pipeline, but they'd had fun showing off for tourists while Danny and Chin watched from the shore. Now everyone was back at the cooler, finishing off the snacks and admiring the sunset.

"Woman's beer, huh?" Steve asked, glancing at it the colorful label. Hanalei IPA.

"Yup." She grinned. "You wouldn't like it."

"That's hardly a beer," Danny scoffed, having looked at the bottle earlier. "It's like 90% fruit juice."

"Is not," Kono said sleepily, eyes closed and apparently unwilling to protest further.

"Look at the bottle," Danny pulled it easily from her grasp. "Passion fruit, guava and orange. This thing is more cocktail than a proper beer."

Kono snatched her bottle back and gave Danny a not-so-gentle smack on the arm. "Don't knock it till you've tried it, brah."

Chin, who had been watching the exchange silently, chuckled. "And don't come between a woman and her beer."

"That's right," Kono murmured, settling back in to the seat.

Chin leaned over her shoulder. "But, ah, don't get too comfy, cuz."

"Why not?"

Danny snorted. "Have you forgotten? You still have to fix my car!"

"Oh, right." Kono roused somewhat and fumbled in her bag on the ground before extracting several wires that she shoved into Danny's hand. "Just plug those back in."

"What?!"

Steve chuckled. "It's fine, Danny. I can do it."

"You shouldn't have to," Danny protested with a bit of fatherly indignation. "She made the mess, she can clean it up."

"He's right, boss." Kono pushed herself slowly up from the chair and stretched. "Besides… we have to get moving anyway. Everything's closing down for the night."

The group began packing up with slow reluctance. The sky darkened between the clouds and lights from the city behind them reflected over the waves.

"So… did we learn something today?" Chin asked slyly as they trudged back to the car.

"Yes," Danny said before Steve could interject. "Don't let Kono near my car!"

"Don't make fun of a woman's beer," Kono added.

"Don't let Chin call in case 'tips'," Steve put in.

"Don't let sand dry in your hair."

"Don't wear office clothes to the beach."

"Don't surf with tourists."

"Don't…"

Chin rolled his eyes.

A/N: I was about 11, hanging out in a tree fort with my cousin and planning what to do next in our very busy afternoon, when she said, "Don't you ever just do nothing?" As an adult, unfortunately, I think I do 'nothing' much better now than then.