Danny really didn't want to wake up. He was lying on a soft bed, with a wonderfully fluffy pillow under his head. He was curled up on his side covered with blankets that kept the cold away, but were not too hot either. He was sure this was the most comfortable sleep he had had in a long time, so it was no wonder that neither the light streaming through the windows nor the sounds coming from somewhere around the house managed to wake him up.

True to his nature, the smell of eggs and bacon did the trick. With a groan and a yawn he opened his eyes, stretching. He looked around the room, wondering how had he ended in McGarrett's guest room. "Oh, shit…" he sighed, the memories coming back to him. Way to go Danny, he thought. Breaking down in front of a damn Navy SEAL, see how you manage to get his respect back…

He rubbed his eyes tiredly, checking his watch. "Oh, shit!" he muttered, jumping off the bed and quickly putting on his shirt and pants. He bolted down the stairs and barely managed to avoid a collision with Steve. "Wow, Danno, where's the fire?"

Danny looked around, wondering why Steve looked so calm when they were still here at 12.30 in the afternoon. "Where's the fire? Are you really asking me where the fire is? In case your super ninja senses are failing you and all of your clocks failed at the same time, it's way past noon, and we have work to do! More importantly, we have paperwork to do! Paperwork that will ensure that the son of a bitch we arrested yesterday will stay locked up long enough to face trial and hopefully rot in the shittiest jail the good people of Hawaii can manage to produce!" He moved around Steve's living room looking for something. "Where the hell did you leave my car keys?"

Steve looked confused. "Danny, it's Saturday!"

Danny glared at him. "I know what day it is, I have to go to the office…" He started moving things around the living room, looking for his keys.

Steve stood in front of Danny, trying to stop him. "Danny, stop-"

"What do you mean stop! I want my fucking car keys!" Danny stepped to the side to avoid Steve.

Steve moved again to block his path. "But Danny, Chin-"

Danny lifted his hands and pushed Steve away. "WHAT PART OF I WANT MY FUCKING KEYS DID YOU NOT GET, HUH?" He bellowed.

Steve swept Danny's hands away and pushed him back against the wall, taking his shoulders and shaking him for emphasis, careful not to hit his head against the wall. "THE PART WHERE YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP FOR A DAMN MINUTE!" Steve had no trouble matching Danny's tone of voice.

Danny crossed his arms in front of his chest breathing heavily. If looks could kill, Steve's body would be cooling down on his living room floor right now. Steve took Danny's silence as a good sign. "What I was trying to tell you was that Chin called this morning, he said that he had taken care of all the paperwork, and that the D.A. was already setting things up to get a quick conviction. That's why I let you sleep late; you looked like you needed it last night. I also cooked some breakfast, but it must have gone cold by now." He let go of Danny's shoulders, awaiting his reaction.

Danny hanged his head, taking a deep breath. He looked at the plates over the kitchen counter, remembering the smell of eggs and bacon that had woken him. "You cooked breakfast…"

Steve shrugged, looking self-conscious. "I didn't see you eat anything yesterday; I figured you'd be hungry…"

Danny scrubbed his hand down his face, nodding. "Yeah, I'm hungry…" Before he started moving towards the food, he grabbed Steve's arm, to catch his attention. "Listen, man. Sorry. About last night, about this morning… Just… I'm sorry man…"

Steve shook his head, patting Danny's back and directing him towards the kitchen. "There's nothing to apologize for, brah. I've got your back, ok?"

Danny nodded, smiling slightly. "Thanks man."

They ate their late breakfast quietly, maybe too quietly for Steve's taste. Eventually he tackled the main reason for his friend's mood. "Danny, what happened with Grace?"

Danny looked up surprised, but looked anywhere but to Steve's eyes when he answered. "What happened? Nothing happened… She's at home with her mom…" He said, shrugging.

Steve shook his head. "Danny, yesterday you said that you wouldn't be seeing Grace for weeks. What was that about?"

Danny took a deep breath, trying to look unconcerned. "She's going on vacation next Thursday."

Steve lifted his eyebrows. "On vacation? For how long? Where are they going?"

Danny glared at him. "Do I look like their travel agent to you? They're going to some sort of tropical paradise for three or four weeks. Apparently they don't have enough beach around here." He said, rolling his eyes.

"What about this weekend?"Steve asked.

"What about it?" Asked Danny, waving his hands around.

Steve rolled his eyes. "Why aren't you spending this weekend with Grace?"

Danny looked around the room, scratching his head. "Why aren't I spending the weekend with Grace? Well, you see, Grace's mother and her husband are invited to some kind of party or something like that, and they want to show off my beautiful daughter to all of these rich people, so I'm not seeing her this weekend either." He took a deep breath, massaging his forehead.

Steve looked concerned. "Danny, is your head hurting again?"

Danny sighed, looking at the ceiling. "No Steve, my head does not hurt, I don't have a terrible decease, and while I'm thankful for your concern, I can assure you that my head is fine. I just miss my little girl, and while I'm trying to get used to the idea that I won't be seeing her for a long time it still gets me in an awful mood." He scratched his head nervously, and if Steve saw him blinking repeatedly, he didn't mention anything. Danny stood up. "In fact, I think I'd better go…"

Steve stood as well, trying to convince Danny to stay for a while. "Danny, I'm not doing anything today, why don't we sit outside with some beers…"

Danny shook his head, finally finding his keys. "No, thanks man. I'll be fine… See you on Monday…"

"Wait!" Steve said, moving to block the door. "I'm throwing some steaks to the fire tonight, would you like to come over?"

That got a small grin from Danny. "Steven, are you asking me on a date?"

Steve rolled his eyes. "No, I'm not asking you on a date! I thought you'd like to hang out here… unless you have something better to do. I like my dates taller anyway…" He said with a smirk.

Danny glared good-naturedly. "Sure, kick the short guy while he's down." He pushed Steve out of the way. "Alright, I'll come over tonight, but you'll better have lots of beer, or I'm outta here, got it?"

Steve let himself be moved away from the door, grinning. "Got it!"

He waited for Danny's Camaro to disappear down the road to grab his own keys and get in his truck. He had some important business to attend.

Rachel Edwards was expecting to see a lot of people today; what with all the people she would meet at Stan's Party/Business meeting. Someone she did not expect to see today, specially knocking at her door, was Lt. Commander Steven McGarrett.

She opened the door, hoping that he was not bearing bad news about her ex husband. "Commander, is everything alright?"

McGarrett was fuming. "No, everything is not alright! How dare you to not let Danny see his daughter this weekend if you're taking her away for a month!"

TBC…

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