Hey guys! Thanks again to all those who commented. My family and I are safe and only sustained a little damage due to Irma. The only problem is wifi is on the fritz but it was working long enough to get this chapter up. All and all we were very lucky and I thank you to all those who sent me messages. :)

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"You have a reason?" Steve asked, laughing.

Danny looked at him in shock. "Yes, Steven! Okay this may come as a surprise to you since you are practically indestructible, but one hundred and fifty of us 'normal folk' die every year from falling coconuts."

Steve was going to argue, telling Danny that he was exaggerating, but then he got curious. "Really?" Steve asked.

"You bet, buddy. They are basically falling cannonballs. In Australia, they literally took away palm trees with coconuts because of how many people were being killed. They took away palm trees in India before The President visited because they were scared he would get hit with a, and I quote, 'falling nut'. In fact, in 1942, a marine was sleeping under the shade of a coconut tree, and he died when one fell and hit him on the head."

"Oh." Steve simply said.

"Oh is right, Steven. In fact, one almost killed Gracie." Danny said.

"What?" Steve asked, clearly surprised as he sat up on the edge of his chair. "You never told me this."

Danny pondered it for a moment. "Well, it was a couple days before you kidnapped me and hijacked my life, making me your partner."

Steve rolled his eyes and made a 'continue' gesture with his hands.

"Right," Danny continued," so Gracie was seven, I was still remotely new to the island so I wanted to take her out to the beach. Well, more accurately she wanted to go to the beach. So anyway, I get there and we are walking around, and she wants me to take her picture next to this big palm tree to send back to her little friends in Jersey. Well as she's standing there, I hear this 'woosh' and I kid you not, a friggin coconut falls from the tree and lands on her toe. It was a miracle I told her to step back to get better lighting, or my daughter might be dead." Danny said with a sigh.

"It landed on her toe?" Steve asked skeptically, raising his eyebrow.

"Well, not technically, but it was very very close Steven."

"I'm sure it was, Danny."

"You're missing the point."

"What point am I missing?"

"Grace could have died, right there in front of me. Once again because of a stupid fruit."

"Actually Danny, coconuts are not-"

"Steve," Danny interrupted, "you tell me a coconut is not a fruit and I'm going to pop you one in the jaw, you understand me?"

Steve put his hands up in surrender. "I was just making sure you knew, Danny!"

"It is sad that I know this, Steven. But I tend to do my research on things that almost kill my daughter." Danny retorted, huffing and crossing his arms across his chest.

A silence broke out between the partners as Danny pouted and Steve thought about something Danny had said earlier. At first it didn't regester, but in the silence, Steve's brain reminded him what was said. "Did I really hijack your life?" Steve asked suddenly breaking the silence.

"Really that's what you get out of this?" Danny asked.

"No seriously." Steve said back looking at Danny.

"Why yes, Steve you did. If I recall you never even asked me if I wanted to be your partner."

"Woah." Steve said, leaning his head back till it rested on the couch and bringing his hand to his face.

"Woah? You alright Steve?" Danny asked concerned.

"Well I guess I never really realized that." Steve let that sit in the air for a moment. "Would you have said yes?"

"At the time," Danny answered honestly, "probably not."

"And now?"

"Of course I would say yes, ya big goof." Danny said smiling.

"Well that's good to know." Steve responded. "Hopefully no coconuts get you while you're on the job, though."

"Please," Danny retorted, "If anything is going to be the death of me it is going to be one of your hair brained schemes. I'm honestly surprised I haven't been shot more."

"It's never too late, Danny." Steve replied.

"Speaking of not being too late, you do have the necessary provisions to get through this friggin storm right?" Danny asking changing the discussion and looking towards Steve's window.

"Yeah, I think so. I got some water and some MREs." Steve replied.

Danny's eyebrows immediately shot up. "MREs? Do you have any real food?"

"Some." Steve responded looking nervously at his partner who looked like he was about to burst.

"I can't believe this. I go to the one person who choses to live off of MREs." Danny mumbled rubbing his hands over his hair.

"Hey! The door is right there pal!" Steve said gesturing to the door that was currently being pounded on by the leaves of a palm tree.

"No thanks, I'll just starve." Gulped Danny. "Now, shut up and tell me the next thing on the list." Danny said grumpily. "I just want this friggin storm to be over."

"You're not giving up are you?" Steve asked, eyebrows raised.

"Read!" Danny demanded.

"Alright, alright. The next one is good. Try justifying this one, buddy. It says here you hate the sun."

Preview for 'Chapter 4: The Sun and the Hidden Past' :

Steve continued to scroll and saw pictures of Danny and his family, obviously these were all old photos Danny had transferred to his phone. He kept scrolling until he saw a picture of a young Danny wearing-

A snapback hat, a black shirt with a skull on it, and a big goofy grin on his face. Next to him was a kid with a baseball cap on, a dark sweatshirt, and holding a microphone. The two looked like they were giving an interview of some sorts, the picture was somewhat blurry, but Steve could see that they both were smiling madly into the camera.

"Uh, Danny... what is this?" Steve asked with a very, very large grin.

At first Danny was confused, but then he saw the picture and his eyes widened with fear. He reached across the couch and attempted to grab the phone from Steve, but unfortunately his SEAL reflexes caused him to drop and reach his arm holding the phone out of Danny's reach.

"What is this Danny?" Steve repeated now, more amused as Danny struggled to get the phone away from him.

So the next chapter is based off of something that Scott Caan actually did in the 90s and is based off of a picture I found on the internet. I thought it would be fun to mix a little non-fiction in with the fiction, and put it into the story. It is purely fictional (I'm sure that if Danny had a secret past, Steve would have found out by now) but I wrote it under Irma induced panic and thought it would be an injustice to leave out.

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~StoneyT