I really hope these breaks are getting shorter. I wrote this while the Dockers fell over in the Grand Final - such a shame.

Christmas is almost over for Five-0 but Gracie still needs her Five-0 Christmas so we're not quite done. I so wanted this to be finished before the new season started but alas...I struggled with this part because I wanted to describe their day in more detail than I could because I've never been to New York or had a white Christmas for that matter. If anything is so obviously wrong it's ridiculous let me know but other than that I'm working under the banner of artistic licence.

/ / / Leaving Home \ \ \

"Ma," Danny said. "I just can't eat anymore."

"You're too thin."

Steve made an amused noise from next to Danny.

Lizzie turned on the ex-SEAL. "Don't even let me start on you. Skin and bone."

"I am perfectly within normal parameters for my height."

Lizzie rolled her eyes at him and Danny bit his lip.

"Danny," Steve said, somewhat pleadingly. "Why are you smirking?"

"Me?" Danny asked, lifting his hands. "I'm not smirking. I wouldn't dream of smirking about the fact you are trying to talk BMIs with my mother."

"It is a scientifically proven method of calculating your optimal weight."

"Oh, babe."

Steve's eyes crinkled at the corners and Danny felt the usual, overwhelming, desire to kiss the other man. There was something very sexy about the way Steve's eyes crinkled. Danny took a deep breath and reminded himself that tomorrow he'd be back home and he could drag Steve up to their bed and fuck him into the mattress. They wouldn't have to be quiet, or worry about anyone walking in on them. As much fun as it was to defile his childhood bedroom with Steve it wasn't something he wanted to have to deal with in the long term.

"It's a long flight," Lizzie said, putting more of the leftovers on Danny's plate and then Steve's. "You need to eat now. You're going on a military flight. There won't be any nice flight attendants to get you peanuts."

"Ma," Danny said, again. "If I eat anymore I will explode and then Steve won't be able to get me back to Hawaii."

Lizzie's face fell.

"Oh, Ma." Danny stood up and pulled his mother into a hug. "I don't want to leave you either."

"You shouldn't be so far away from your family," Lizzie said. Then she patted Danny on the back and pulled away. "At least I get to come out soon and check on you."

"And see Gracie."

Lizzie nodded and pulled back. "You're going to need to eat up before the flight."

Danny sighed, then nodded and began picking at his food. He knew his mother and she needed to be able to feed him and worry about him and she would argue with him until he thought he was hungry.

/ \ / \ / \ / \

That morning they had headed into New York, going to see the Christmas tree at Rockefeller Centre. It wasn't quite as good as it would have been at night but it was something that Steve had never seen before. Lily had pulled a camera out of her gigantic handbag and proceeded to order everyone around while she took a hundred photos. Danny hadn't seen the pictures – she refused to allow anyone to see the camera. But, he assumed they would be sent out, actual photos even though it was a digital camera, by mid-January. There would be one on his mother's walls – a portrait of another one of the little families that existed within their family.

Eventually even Lily had grown sick of the tree and Steve had looked his full, dragging Danny around by their joined hands – in fact he seemed strangely reluctant to let go. They all collected together and began walking down towards Central Park. Lizzie said she had a surprise for them later but she had refused to tell them what it was. Harvey met them in Central Park and led the way to a little café where they took up almost one entire wall and had tea or coffee and cake. The cake was fancy but not as good as what Lily, or Lizzie, could do yet Lizzie had been adamant they stop and have something to eat. It all became clear afterwards when a long, black limousine appeared at the entry to the park as they were leaving and Harvey herded the whole family in. It was probably the only way that all of them; Lizzie and Chris, Lily, Steve and Danny, Molly and Ryan, Harvey, and Georgina, would fit in one car. Lizzie still refused to tell them where they were going but the limo driver obviously knew as the car slipped into New York traffic with surprising ease.

The limousine slid to a stop outside of a theatre in the middle of Broadway. Lizzie was the first to climb out of the car and Chris clapped Danny on the shoulder before nodding at him to exit. Danny left the limo followed by everyone else and looked up at the giant sign above the theatre. Danny couldn't help but smile. Apparently, one of Harvey's very expensive clients had owed him a favour which came out as tickets to the matinee of 'Jersey Boys' for the whole family. Danny decided not to even think about what the man had had to do to get tickets as last minute as these must have been but he didn't care. When he had spent time with his grandfather, learning things about art that school didn't teach him, Frankie Valli had been one of the favourite records playing in the background. Danny knew all the songs, back and front and sung by chipmunks. He wasn't sure if Steve knew them but he was so excited to be seeing this show – he'd heard great things and he knew Lily would be thinking about all those days when Frankie was crooning his way through their old house.

Lily had stopped next to him – told him how proud his grandfather would have been of him. Steve had stopped on the other side, blocking the wind rolling down the street from biting into Danny's cheeks for a moment. Apparently, John had been a big fan of the Four Seasons too so they had all made their way into the theatre and sat in some, very good, seats to be dragged back in time. Afterwards, the limo picked them all up again – except for Harvey who was going back into work, and drove them on a slow, sightseeing journey back to New Jersey.

/ \ / \ / \ / \

Danny packed his bag and then looked at the other things that were still on his old bed. Steve was showering but Danny could almost see the look on the SEAL's face when he saw the extra things they had managed to pick up while they had been here. Even the fact that half of it was for Gracie – who they had spoken to again after Lizzie had finally let them stop eating, since Grace hadn't been able to be here this Christmas. Danny knew he would need to try and get her back to Jersey in the next couple of years for Christmas and so she could see her old friends and the family again. Not next year with the wedding and his family coming out but maybe the year after. Danny would have to talk to Steve and Rachel about it but he knew it would all have to wait until after their custody dispute was over…Danny sunk down onto the bed and allowed himself a few minutes to just wish he didn't have to leave. He missed his family and he knew, logically, that he wouldn't have Steve if Rachel hadn't gone to Hawaii and he hadn't followed but he had started to forget just how much he missed them.

The door opened behind him and he turned to find Lily standing there rather than Steve.

"Here," she said, holding out a canvas duffle. "You'll be needing that."

"Thanks, Nana."

She stepped over and pulled him onto a hug. Danny smiled, she smelt of ginger and roses neither of which ever made much sense but it was nice regardless. "You are my favourite grandchild."

"You say that to all of us."

"But for you it's true," she said, with a smile. "Did I ever tell you I keep all of the news articles I find about your taskforce?"

Danny shook his head.

"I even learned how to search on the internet and Eric set up some sort of notification so I can read about what you and your man are doing out in Hawaii."

Danny smiled. "You're better with technology than I am now, Nana."

"I was always so smart, put the other men off, but never your grandfather – he liked it."

"He was smarter than the rest then," Danny said.

"Yes he was, I miss him every day, but he was so sick at the end I know it's a good thing he's gone. Waiting for me, watching over us all. Your Steve reminds me of him."

The door behind them opened again.

"Oh, sorry," Steve said.

Lily stood up with a creak that reminded Danny forcibly of how old she was getting. "I was just giving Danny another bag."

"Another bag?" Steve asked, his voice dripping with disbelief.

"We bought too much stuff for Gracie."

Steve's face looked torn between acceptance and annoyance.

"You would never deny Grace something, of course," Lily said, walking past Steve and then out of the room.

Steve nodded and then blinked at Danny.

Danny smiled and began to pack the new bag. "As soon as I'm done I'll go and have a shower."

"What just happened?"

"You were asked a question by a little old lady and she took away all of your arguments."

Steve frowned and Danny laughed as he zipped up the bag and grabbed his travelling clothes. "Be back soon, babe."

Danny had a quick shower, he knew he'd feel grimy and gross after the flight but starting off clean would help hopefully. Worse with a military flight probably, since he'd been oddly dusty by the time they had arrived in Jersey.

Danny's dad said he would drive them to the base and Lizzie pulled them both into tight hugs, with kisses to cheeks and a demand for more phone calls – especially from Steve, before she pressed a bag of food into Steve's hands and glared at him until he nodded and said thank you.

"There are biscuits in there for anyone else who is on the flight with you," she said with a smile. "You take good care of my son," then she turned on Danny. "And you take good care of him."

"Yes, Ma."

She sniffed once and then stepped back. "Have a good flight."

Lily came forward to hug them then before going to stand next to her daughter.

"We need to go," Chris said. "Steve can help me take the bags out."

Steve and Chris left the house.

"Right," Danny said. "It's cold out there so you need to stay in."

Lily nodded and Lizzie pulled him back into another hug. Danny held her tightly and then hugged his Nana again before he turned around and left the house. Chris drove them to the airfield but wasn't allowed to enter the base. He shook Steve's hand and then Danny's and told them to be safe. It was as effusive as Danny's father ever got but Danny still felt the same sadness from him that he had felt from his mother.

"We'll see you soon," Danny said.

"Right, get off with you before you miss your flight." Chris said.

Danny and Steve grabbed their bags and headed for the hanger. Unsurprisingly, the homemade biscuits were a very big hit.

They arrived back in Hawaii to a bright, hot sun. Danny was exhausted, as they climbed back into Steve's car and drove back to their place. Danny threw his bags inside the door and then grabbed Steve hand and dragged him up the stairs.

"I should check the perimeter."

"Sleep first," Danny suggested.

"I'll join you up there," Steve said, getting that manic must protect look on his face.

Danny shrugged but as he was stripping out of his aeroplane clothes he felt that gritty, dusty feeling from before, he had a Navy shower and then collapsed in the middle of their bed naked. He didn't even feel the bed shift when Steve joined him a few minutes later.

/ / /