Danny stood in the doorway watching Maggie, whose figure was drowning in one of Steve's t-shirts, draw at the table while Steve cooked their dinner. Not long after their swim Danny had needed to return to work. Chin had called to say that Simo was starting to make sense and they'd need to follow up on some leads.

Danny had been reluctant to leave, especially since Steve had only just finished beating himself up for the fact that he's taken Maggie into the water in the only clothes she had with her, when the call came. He'd thankfully had the 'Emergency Grace Kit' he kept in his car, which consisted of pack of clean underwear that would thankfully fit Maggie well enough.

The rest of Grace's clothes wouldn't sit right on Maggie's slightly taller frame, but she was more than happy to drown in one of her father's tees while her own clothes were cleaned. Her reaction to wearing one of his tees had made Steve smile and at one point he'd had to suspiciously blink his eyes a few times when she told him how she liked that it smelt like him and made her feel safe.

After calming Steve down and digging out some coloured pencils and a paper pad from the emergency kit Danny made his way back to work. Even with the added distraction of wondering what Steve and Maggie were doing, they managed to make good progress on the case. That itself was a bit of a mixed blessing; the case was wrapping up quickly, but he knew Steve wasn't going to take the news well when he was told.

"Are you going to stand in the doorway all night, Danno, or are you going to come in? Dinner will be ready soon," Steve told him, not turning to look. How that man always seemed to know when Danny was there, even with his back to the door Danny never knew. "Something disgusting healthy no doubt," Danny muttered with a smirk as he planted himself at the table beside Maggie, who grinned at him and instantly began flicking the pages of her sketchbook back a few pages to show Danny all her drawings so far.

"Grilled Chicken with Asparagus and salad."

"Of course it is."

"Sounds yummy, Papa."

Danny rolled his eyes. "Of course it does."

Maggie giggled at him while Steve finally glanced over his shoulder and smirked.

Steve waited until Maggie was tucked into bed, with a bit of direction from Danny, before asking about the case. He trusted that Danny would have told him if he'd needed to know anything earlier.

They were sitting out on the Lanai, as they did most evenings if they were being honest, beers in hand and the ice box between them with their next round. Danny paused trying to figure out where to start; either way Steve was not going to be happy by the end of this conversation.

"Simo started talking. He didn't make a whole lot of sense at first got there, but Kono played him well and we managed to get it out of him that there was a gun he didn't want anyone to find. We sent HPD to search his place, and they found it. Ballistics confirmed it's a match to the murder weapon." Danny paused to take a swig of his beer as Steve processed the information and Danny could practically see the SEAL's mind piecing things together and determining possible outcomes.

"Why did he go after Jason and Diane?" Danny took a deep breath; that was the part he knew Steve would blow a gasket over.

"He was after Jason. He doesn't even remember Diane being there, let alone shooting her. Jason was his dealer, Babe. Toast checked with people I'm pretending don't exist and apparently Jason was very well known. It was one of those, 'don't contact me unless I'm at work' kinda deals. Apparently running your own shipping business is a good enough front; no one questions when you go down to the docks to check on something at short notice. He'd do some business at the docks and be home in time for supper."

Steve's beer bottle shattered off the closest wall before he froze, ear tipped towards the house to make sure he hadn't woken Maggie up.

When it became clear that Maggie slept on, Danny softly continued telling Steve the details, watching his reactions carefully, in case he had to stop him from doing something stupid. "Jason had cut Simo off because he contacted him at home one night. Simo was high when he broke into the house, but claims he was originally only after the stash he figured was hidden somewhere in the house. He couldn't find anything so he went to find Jason. He says he was so mad at the sight of him, that he just shot him without asking or thinking about it. When HPD found the gun, they found the keys to a Mercedes; he'd found the drugs in the trunk."

"Diane?"

Danny sighed. "We don't know if she knew about the drugs, Babe. We'll talk to her tomorrow morning."

Steve was murderous beside him, fists clenched and teeth grinding. Danny didn't blame him; he knew he'd be furious if he ever found out Stan had done something to put Grace in danger. "Babe?" Danny pushed gently, not wanting to cause a total eruption.

"That man." Steve practically spat the word. "That man said I wasn't fit to… He… All this time… I…"

Danny frowned, not understanding what Steve was trying to say, he was too buried in his anger. He needed to let off some steam and he needed to do it sooner rather than later, before he tried to put his fist through the same wall that the beer bottle had abused earlier.

Moving quickly to the front of the house, Danny grabbed Steve's sneakers from the front stoop and returned to his partner's side. It wouldn't fix the hurt, anger and betrayal that was likely coursing through his blood, but it would hopefully take the edge off enough to make him feel less homicidal.

He stood in front of Steve, holding the sneakers out for a few seconds before Steve even seemed to notice. Steve's eyes travelled up to Danny's face, unreadable as they stared into each other's eyes for a moment before Steve took the sneakers. Danny stepped back as Steve pulled himself to his feet, but Steve's hand came out and caught him by the back of the neck and, for one insane moment, Danny thought Steve was going to kiss him.

Instead – and Danny didn't know whether to be relieved or disappointed - Steve pressed his forehead against Danny's, eyes squeezed tight shut and body trembling with supressed emotion. He seemed to draw comfort from his partner, so Danny stayed where he was, hands running up and down Steve's forearm.

"Go, Babe. I'll watch Maggie while you're gone," Danny whispered gently after a moment and felt Steve minutely nod against him, before suddenly he was gone, slipping past and taking off across the beach into the darkness.

As he was left alone, Danny let out a shaky breath, running a hand through his hair and trying to get his heart rate and emotions back under control. When he was sure he could actually walk, he moved back into the house to watch over his partner's little girl.