Disclaimer: I own nothing. Not even the bed I am on (It was my mother's.)

I know this update took a while, but I live in New York which meant we just dealt with a hurricane (Sandy) and a nor'easter (Athena). So things have been crazy. Oh and did I mention that I volunteer at a school and we just had the show that had been cancelled due to the storms and rescheduled? Yeah so crazy...

Also so you all know, these stories might not stay in order. I had an idea for a chapter that would technically come before the first chapter. So, I am gonna start skipping around

The idea had come to him when he had seen the picture. One of the few that had all four of them smiling at the camera. Mrs. McGarrett held a two year old Mary as a six year old Steve hung over his mother's shoulders, his arms secure around her neck. Mr. McGarrett stood behind them and wrapped his arms around all three of them. Mrs. McGarrett had laid her left hand over her husband's in the photo. In the picture, their rings glittered in the light. Which was what made Steve wonder where his mother's wedding and engagement ring had gone.

Steve knew his father had packed the rings away after his mother died. They had been in the evidence bag from the accident and by the time Mr. McGarrett had noticed, they had already buried Mrs. McGarrett. So, Mr. McGarrett had put the rings back in their boxes and put them away somewhere. Steve was searching for that somewhere because he knew that his parents had received the engagement ring from his grandparents and that had either of his parents been alive they would have given it to him to present to Vicki when he proposed.

So that led to Steve practically tearing apart his bedroom, which had once belonged to his parents, in search of the elusive ring boxes. He was just about to go into the attic to look for his mother's old jewelry box when Vicki walked in.

"Steve what are you doing," exclaimed Vicki as she looked at the wrecked bedroom which was normally Navy neat.

"Uh um, I can't find something," said Steve lamely.

"And is tearing everything apart making your search easier," teased Vicki.

Steve just gave her an unamused look.

"Alright, I'm sorry. What are you looking for," asked Vicki as she entered the disaster zone.

Steve didn't want to lie to Vicki, but at the same time he had to think of a plausible reason for looking for his mother's engagement ring that didn't lead to Vicki thinking he might propose.

"I'm looking for mom's engagement and wedding ring," said Steve, still thinking of an excuse for when Vicki asked.

"Why?"

Bingo.

"Mary asked what happened to them and she remembered dad kept them. So, I said I would look."

"Okay. Well, how can I help," asked Vicki with a smile.

"I have no idea. I think they might be in mom's jewelry box in the attic."

Vicki realized that Steve may have wanted to look through his mother's stuff on his own or to at least be the one rummaging through her things.

"Well, why don't you check the attic and I'll clean up in here," suggested Vicki picking up a couple pillows and throwing them onto the bed.

"You sure? You don't mind," asked Steve, trying not to sound too eager.

He didn't want to sound relieved that he would be the one going through his mother's things.

"Yeah. Go on," said Vicki with an affectionate smile.

Steve returned the smile and headed into the hallway where he pulled down the stairs for the attic. A long and extensive search later found him sitting indian style in front of a simple oak jewelry box. In his hands he cradled his mother's wedding ring and engagement ring. He really had only been looking for the engagement ring so he could have it reset and resized for Vicki, but now that he found the wedding band as well he figured he could actually give the ring to Mary if she wanted it. He looked at the rings a moment longer before a noise broke him out of his thoughts. Vicki stood at the entrance to the attic, not coming any closer so she could give Steve space if he needed it.

"I'm about to start dinner. You in the mood for anything special," asked Vicki with an understanding smile.

"Actually, yeah. Mom used to have this recipe for the best meat loaf. I think its in the cookbook downstairs," said Steve as he stood up, tucked the rings in his pocket, and then met Vicki at the entrance.

"Meat loaf sounds good," said Vicki with a smile as she led Steve out of the attic full of memories.

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