"Where exactly are you taking me?" Hana asked, looking around the police station. She stood in a long security line as Danny waited by the officer waving people by. She felt like a prisoner with these people. He knew very well she had no harmful objects, but yet forced her to proceed with security.

"No badge," he replied, giving a wide grin. Hana sighed, stepping up to the scanner. With clearance, she went up to the office as he waved a wand over her. The man nodded and she followed Danny up a long, marble stairway.

How fancy for a police station, she thought as she tried to keep up. No way was Hana in shape. With each step she held in her breathing, hiding the fact she wanted collapse and take a break. It felt like stairwell after stairwell, but really it was a quick minute up. Danny looked back, one eye raised.

"Okay, what are you? Eighty? I've seen some pretty out of shape men climb up these stairs." Hana slid down into a chair as soon as they reached the floor.

"Hey!" She rose a finger. "Weight and age does not," she paused, letting out a long, raspy breath."Danny, weight and age does not determine one's athletic ability." She coughed a storm. "Damn."

"While you catch your breath," Danny said, getting his key out of his pocket, "I'm going to get a bit of assistance." Hana went to the bench instead and rolled on her side.

"Assistance?" she asked. "Like a doctor?"

"Okay, you walked up about...what? Twenty? At most thirty steps!"

"Sorry, I don't have a job that requires me to chase Bonnie and Clyde all around Oahu."

"No." He sighed, rubbing his temple. "Listen, I'm going to get you some paperwork in my desk. Fill it out. It's for some assistance. Food stamps, bus passes, heating and water. Apartment services-"

"Wait! Wait! No, you mean welfare?" Hana sat up, her eyes burning with fear.

"That's a bad thing? Look at you. You haven't been eating. You live in abandon places. You're only a kid. Now, I'm going to hand you the papers."

"And?"

"And it's your choice whether you want to fill them out and bring them to the Community Action office next door."

Hana shut up and nodded. Danny went into his office, and Hana stood up and spied her eyes everywhere she could. It looked like a stereotypical task force headquarters. Multiple offices, a waiting room, and what she assumed was the tech room behind a large door. She heard Danny fumble with the door knob and immediately went back into place as if she hadn't moved. He handed her a pen and the papers, which she almost refused.

"Thank you," she said, being embarrassed. He sat next to her, and smiled. "Listen," she said, looking over the papers with a million questions of such obvious stuff. "This is very kind, but it'll take forever for me to get anywhere with it. Maybe you can get me some work?"

"It's hard out there to get anything-"

"Yes, but maybe you know someone? Even if it's minimum. I'll take it!" Danny got up and walked into the big doors, and in a second out came a tall man. Hana felt a bit intimidated, but his rough and stern features slowly softened into a grin. Hana stood and reached out hand.

"I'm Commander McGarret," he introduced. Danny rolled his eyes.

"Steve," he said. "This is Hana. Hey, listen, you think Fridge is hiring?" Steve narrowed his eyes.

"Fridge?"

"Yeah, shrimp truck there."

"Fridge, Danny? Kamekona might be, but I can probably pull a few strings!" Before Danny replied, Hana broke into a wide and grateful smile.

"Oh, thank you!" she cheered, crossing boundaries. She hugged the stiff Commander and then Danny.

"Yeah," he replied. "Come back here tomorrow and we'll set you up."

When lunch came around, Danny offered to take her back to his house for the rest of the day and when tomorrow came he would set her up somewhere until she racked up enough cash to get on her feet. She felt awkward in his home, but couldn't help to intrude a little bit. Of course she wouldn't dare go through cupboards or closets, but she did peak through bedroom doors. One was exceptionally girly with boy bands covering each inch. Specifically One Direction. She walked in and observed the girls stuffed animals and caressed her fingers over the collection of journals and magazines. Most of boy bands and silly Disney shows. Hana got more daring and looked over the girls collection of make up and nail polish. She felt nervous being in there and stepped out and went into Danny's. It was nothing special. Other than organized.

That is one thing she noted. How organized for a guy he was. She sat on his bed and looked over the picture on his night stand. It was his daughter, Grace and him. She had his goofy smile and dimples. Grace was lucky, she thought. To have a Dad.

"Danno?" A young voice called from downstairs. Hana panicked and put the picture down. She almost decided to hide in the bathroom but figured that would be a bit serial killerish. She looked down the stairs and smiled.

"Your father is at work," Hana said, smiling, but that didn't go over well as the girl jumped and screamed. Hana put her hands up and shook her head, "no, no! Your dad told me to come here! I'm Hana." But Grace screamed louder before slowly calming down.

"Who are you?" She backed up into the kitchen nearing the knife area. Hana decided to sit and place her hands on the counter. Grace dropped her school bag, and placed a hand over a knife.

"I'm Hana," she repeated. "Your dad, Danny. Detective Danny Williams. He told me to come here until tomorrow. I come from New England...uh, I...um only a few years older than you! I'm like twenty."

"Like twenty? That doesn't make sense," she retorted, sitting down. She kept a watchful eye.

"Listen, if you feel more comfortable, I'll leave until your Dad comes home."

"No, it's okay."

"Are you sure? That isn't very stranger safety smart...wait...not that I am a child killer or anything. Because I am not. I'm barely an adult myself," Hana rambled, a bit nervous. "I mean...who even does that! Your Dad! He's a good guy and damn. I should shut up." Grace dug out her home work, still eying Hana. Hana clicked her tongue making noises trying to fill the silence, but it wasn't going over well. Grace sighed, grabbed her bag and went into the other room.