Steve pulled out from the parking lot, trying to decide if taking his partner back to HQ was a good idea. "Danny, would you mind telling me what the hell is going on?"

Danny took a deep breath, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I have no idea, babe. I was at the office, finishing up the paperwork when this guy comes in, two gorillas shading him. He drops that folder in my lap, and says that he needs my services. He wants me to find something that was stolen from him. By a freaking world known thief! He kept calling me Malloy, and he… he's been following Rachel, knows far too much about Grace's school and he said he expected me to get in touch with my team to get on with my assignment…" He finished with a tired sigh.

That sound made the decision much easier for Steve, who took the next exit and started heading towards his place. "Your team? What team?"

Danny was too busy studying the folder on his hands to notice the change of direction. "I've no idea. I have this Malloy guy's criminal record in here, but other than petty theft and other minor offenses, there's not much…"

Steve looks at him. "What about the guy at your place?"

Danny shrugged. "He said his name was Danny Ocean, and that he needed my help to recover whatever that was stolen from Benedict… He didn't get to tell me much more before you staged your tactical assault." He looked up, noticing for the first time that they were not on the way to HQ. "Hey! I asked you to drive me to HQ! I need to get some information on this Ocean guy!"

Steve shook his head. "Danny, we just finished a case that had us working around the clock for a week. You need to get some sleep… What if you miss something because you're too exhausted?"

Danny glared at his partner. "I don't miss things just because I haven't gotten enough sleep! Point me to one cop that manages to get a full unperturbed night of sleep!"

Steve sighed, taking his eyes from the road for a moment to look at Danny. "Danny, you know that I'm not talking about losing one night of sleep…"

Danny passed a hand down his face. "They have been following Grace…"

Steve reached out to put his hand on Danny's shoulder. "He wants you to get in touch with someone and find some way to get whatever it is that was stolen from him. You and him know that that can't happen overnight! There's not much that you can do tonight…"

Danny drew a tired sigh, leaning back against the seat and closing his eyes. "Fine, take me to your place, but you better have beer in there, or I'm going to a hotel!"

The following morning, Danny woke up to the wonderful smell of bacon and eggs. He yawned, stretched in the comfortable mattress and finally got out of bed.

He didn't bother to change from the track pants and t-shirt that he borrowed from his partner last night, and went downstairs, expecting to find Steve having one of those nasty looking smoothies. "Hey, Super SEAL, you didn't have to go to all that trouble, some malasadas would have done just- FUCK!"

Once he got downstairs, he realized that Steve had not been the one cooking breakfast. In fact, his partner was nowhere to be found.

Instead, Danny Ocean was sitting on the couch and another tall blonde guy was standing nearby, a plate of eggs and bacon on his hands. He lifted his eyes surprised at Danny's reaction. "Morning, want some breakfast?"

Danny took a deep breath, pinching the bridge of his nose and turned to Ocean. "How the hell did you get in here, and where is McGarrett?"

Ocean smiled, that self assured smile Danny had started to hate. "Your partner doesn't have a very good lock. He left a note, by the way, saying that he was going for a run. We figured we could use the opportunity to have a talk with you."

Danny studied the two other men in the room. "You said your name was Danny Ocean. Does the cook have a name?" He said, moving to the other couch.

The blond guy smiled. "Rusty Ryan." He said, after swallowing the mouthful of eggs on his mouth.

Danny raised his eyebrows. "Rusty? Seriously?"

Rusty shrugged. "I'm sure that you'll manage to get even my social security number once you get your team into checking our stories."

Danny sighed, turning to Ocean. "Alright, last night you said that you wanted to talk to me about whatever it was that Benedict wanted from me, so feel free to start by telling me why he came to me and who this Turk Malloy fellow is."

Ocean leaned forward on his seat, looking straight at Danny. "Very well, Turk Malloy is one of our associates; he has worked with us in a number of projects, some of which caused Mr. Benedict to lose a considerable amount of money…"

Danny glared at his namesake. "What did you steal from him?"

"A wife… Oh! And 160 million dollars… but we gave those back a couple of years later." Rusty said with a smile.

Danny looked from one man to the other, not being able to wrap around his head how much money 160 million dollars were.

He didn't have time to ponder too long, because Ocean was continuing his story. "Yes, we returned that money, with interests, but ever since that time, and after a couple more negotiations with Mr. Benedict, he seems to come to us every time something of his goes missing." He said, with a shrug.

Danny glared at him. "That still doesn't explain his visit to me."

Rusty spoke up. "Did you take a look at Turk's picture?"

Danny nodded. "Yeah, he looks a bit like me. He's a couple of years younger though."

Ocean nodded. "The resemblance is uncanny. And we may have made something to divert Benedict's attention towards you and away from Turk."

Danny raised his eyebrows. "How nice of you! And where the hell is this Turk guy right now? On vacation in the Bahamas? On his honeymoon in Paris?"

Rusty gave a sad sigh. "He's in a hospital, in Chicago, under an alternative name. He's been in a coma for about two months now."

Danny shook his head sadly. "What happened to him?"

Ocean shrugged. "He likes race cars. Apparently he lost control of one and ended up flipping it over a couple of times."

Danny ran his hand down his face. "You don't expect me to step in and replace him in your merry band of… whatever the hell it is that you guys do…"

Ocean gave Rusty a look and then turned to Danny. "Well, that is up to you. We could use your help, and the access you have to certain information and facilities, but we kind of work at the edge of the law…"

Danny chuckled. "The edge of the law, you say? I'm willing to bet that whatever it is that you gentlemen do is waaaaaay of the edge of the law. In fact, I'm sure it's so far off the edge of the law, it might as well be in a different universe! You told me you had stolen 160 million dollars and gotten off scot free! That is not anywhere close to the edge of the law!"

"I was in lock up for six months for violating my parole for that one…" Ocean said in his most innocent face.

Danny chuckled. "Poor you." He said dryly. He moved to the kitchen to get himself a cup of coffee. "Anyway, what is it that Benedict wants you to recover?"

Ocean and Rusty looked at each other and seemed to come to an unspoken agreement. Ocean turned to Danny. "It's a long story, and maybe you might want to change out of your sleeping clothes?"

Danny chuckled. "Alright, give me five minutes."

He went upstairs and picked up his clothes from the previous day. Before moving to the bathroom, he checked his phone, which he had left forgotten at the night stand. He was not comforted to notice that he had five missed calls from his partner.

He moved quickly downstairs, addressing the men in the living room. "How long has Steve been gone?" He moved to the back window, trying to catch any unusual activity.

Rusty and Ocean looked at each other. "About two hours?" Rusty said with a shrug.

Danny shook his head. "Alright, get away from the windows and try to look as harmless as possible!"

He moved to the door and pulled it open, coming face to face with Steve, who was sporting his best 'ninja on a rampage' look. Danny glared at him. "Steven. A grenade? Seriously?"

Steve removed his teeth from around the safety pin, while trying to look innocent and failing miserably. "It's just a flash bang, Danno."

TBC…

A/N: Well, first of all, I'm so sorry for taking so long in updating this story. I have a lot of ideas for this, but I'm having a bit of trouble putting them into paper... I hope the end result is not too bad.

Thank you so much for all of your reviews, and I hope you stick around for whatever comes out of this.

See you around!