So, I'm staying in a place with no internet, which means that updating is a little tricky. So is replying to all your fabulous reviews. I'm sorry. Anyway though, here is the next chapter, as promised (even if it is a little late).

Several people pointed out quite rightly that Steve and Chin's school was named etc in the programme. My mistake. Once I get back home and have access to all my files then I'll be able to correct the mistake. So at some stage you might want to go through the last chapter again.

Also, a few others commented on my fail at Latin. Just to once again say, I wasn't any good when I was actually studying the subject, let alone now, so I apologize for what I'm sure was an appalling translation.

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1, 39. 2, 12.6, 31. 6,44. 1, 38. 1, 41. 2, 92. 5, 21. 4, 37. 1, 3. 1, 22. 1, 41. 2, 19. 4, 49. 1, 41. 2, 52.

"What do you think they mean?" Danny asked Steve, looking over his shoulder at the list of numbers. His partner didn't answer, just continued staring at the page on which he had copied the list.

"If you take them as grid references, you don't get much," Chin informed them, entering the main room of the HQ. "On a map of Oahu they come up with three urban areas, nine forested areas and four sites off the coast. On a map of Hawaii only three of the points are on land.**"

"Send out some officers to check the easily accessible ones, and if they find something we'll go check it out," Steve commanded, and Chin immediately pulled out his phone.

"The numbers don't make sense as phone numbers," Kono called as she came out of her office. "I've been running diagnostics to see if there are any patterns, but so far there's no joy." Steve sighed, dropping his head into his hands and massaging his temples. His head was really throbbing and he'd kill for some Tylenol.

"You alright?" Danny sounded concerned.

"Yeah, I'll manage." He looked back at the numbers trying desperately to see a meaning in them. "Do you have any thoughts?"

His partner shrugged. "You're the Army Intelligence babe," he pointed out, grinning when Steve automatically corrected him with:

"Navy." Chin reappeared, and Steve glanced at him. "Did SOCO pick up anything at my house?"

"Yeah, a load of your fingerprints." The ex SEAL rolled his eyes. "But, useful information? Not really. There were a couple of fingerprints that weren't yours, but they were heavily smudged. Who'd been at your house recently?"

"The three of you, and Catherine. Mary as well, I suppose, but that was a while ago now. Apart from that, no one that I know of." From somewhere behind him, Danny scoffed.

"You really need to work on your social life babe," he informed him with a smirk.

"Oh yeah? And who's been at your place recently then? Us three, Grace, maybe Rachel. Great list babe," he shot back, earning him a glare.

"If you two are done, we should probably be working on this case," Chin pointed out, breaking up the glaring match that was forming between the two partners. "So we know that it's not phone numbers, or grid references. What else have we got?"

"Maybe there's a key? How's SOCO doing on Benji's house?"

"They've barely begun. Your place took a while, and I think that the lab is having a bit of a staffing problem at the moment. It's slow going."

"Get them to call in whoever they can. Tell them to look for anything that seems to be related to a number code." Chin swung away from the computer table again, and headed towards his office. "1, 41. It's repeated three times." Steve observed quietly, muttering to himself, his forehead creased in thought. The other two said nothing, lost in their own thoughts and musings.

That was until Steve swayed lightly on his feet. Danny jumped forwards, grabbing his arm, shocked by the warmth of his skin. Now that he really looked, the Jersey native was able to see the way that his skin had turned so pale that his dark brown hair looked black in contrast.

"Ok, super SEAL. Time you went home."

"In case you hadn't noticed, for the foreseeable future, I haven't got a home. I'm just going to crash in my office. I'll be fine," Steve said adamantly, but Danny wasn't going to back down.

"Not a chance. You can stay at mine." With that, he proceeded to drag the taller man by his good arm towards the glass doors, much to Kono's amusement.

"Have a fun night," she called after them, laughing at the grimace Steve threw her just before he was dragged out of sight.

The Jersey native didn't release his partner until they had reached the camero.

"Get in," he ordered, oblivious of the fact that in theory Steve outranked him, and didn't have to do what he said. Not that the ex SEAL was going to argue with Danny when he used his 'thou shalt do as I say voice.' "I'll drive." He climbed in without commenting, leaning his aching head back against the headrest. If he was being honest, he knew that he was completely spent; it was already late evening, and he'd had a hell of a day.

"If you fall asleep in the car, I'm not carrying you into the house," Danny warned him, slightly concerned by his closed eyes and relaxed form.

"I'm not going to fall asleep Danno. You can take me to a hotel you know. Your place isn't well known for its spacious nature."

"Thanks," he responded dryly.

"Seriously though, I highly doubt that we'll both fit. I won't be offended if you want me to go elsewhere." Danny knew he had a point. He knew that his apartment was little more than a glorified cupboard. But he wanted to be there for his friend, and if that meant sucking up a night of sleeping on a camp bed then so be it.

"You were shot this morning Steven. I highly doubt that a crappy hotel bed is going to help you on the road to recovery that you know so well." His sarcasm leeched into his tone. "Now stop complaining, because you're coming back to my place end of."

"Don't you normally wait until after the first date to say that to people?" Steve deadpanned, then dodged the half hearted punch that came his way.

"Mature Steven, very mature."

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The fuss that Steve made when he realised that Danny intended on sleeping on the floor to give him the bed was almost enough for the Jersey native to concede and check into a hotel, but eventually his arguing, and possibly the SEAL's growing headache, won out.

"Here, take these," Danny mumbled quietly, handing his partner a pack of Tylenol and a glass of water.

"Thanks," Steve muttered, his voice thick with weariness. He was about ready to drop, he just needed some painkillers in his system first. "Wake me up in the morning?"

"Knowing you, you'll want an alarm call before dawn?" Danny joked. "I've set an alarm, and if you even try to wake me up earlier, I'll hit you." Steve laughed quietly at the threat, but didn't doubt the sincerity behind it. The Jersey native did love his sleep.

"Noted. Night," he said, laying down on the bed, feeling the bliss of unconsciousness moments away.

"Night. There's more Tylenol in the bathroom if you need it."

"Thanks. For everything."

"Don't get all sentimental on me now, please," Danny said in mock horror, but they both knew he didn't mean it. "You're welcome."

Steve didn't reply, he was too close to sleep to find the words. Instead he settled for a contented sigh, and let the darkness have him.

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So, anyone any ideas on what the numbers could be? I know this chapter is a little short, sorry, but I wanted to give you all a chance to try and translate the code, and the only way the story can go any further is for them to figure it out. I'm not sure how difficult it is, having written it myself. It took forever to do, but oh well. I just hope that it is worth it. Whoever can decipher it wins a metaphorical prize.

** No way can I be bothered to actually check this. If anyone wants to do so and correct me, feel free. I'm just far too lazy.

Anyway, I hope that you liked it. I'll be back soon, with answers and yet more riddles...