/ / / Suits \ \ \ s03e19 – Hoa Pili (Close Friend)

"Ma," Danny said, holding the phone with his shoulder while he made a peanut butter and olive sandwich, "we are not wearing white suits."

"Why not, Daniel?"

"Because…so many reasons, Ma. Firstly, neither of us are women, secondly, Steve doesn't wear suits, and lastly, neither of us are virgins."

"Well, really, Danny, talking to your mother like that."

"I wouldn't be a virgin around that man either," Lily said.

"Ma!" Lizzie said sharply, while Danny laughed. His mother should know that Lily was always going to listen into conversations she found interesting.

Danny heard Steve and Kamekona arguing in the next room and the sound of a computer game helicopter crashing.

"Up, up, up, up, up!"

"What is that in the background?" Lily asked.

"Steven is trying to teach Kamekona how to fly a helicopter using a computer game."

"It's the most advanced flight simulator on the market," Steve called out.

Danny rolled his eyes and took a bite of his sandwich. "Ma, it's a casual wedding, on Steve's beach. We aren't wearing white suits."

"You're not wearing a suit?" Steve asked, stepping into the kitchen behind him. "What is in that sandwich?"

"Peanut butter and olives."

"There is something so wrong with you," Steve said, pulling away when his phone rang. "McGarrett."

"Ma, I've got to go, we have a case. Yes, I'll call you later. No, Ma. Ma…yes, we will both be very careful. I'll call you on Saturday when I have Grace."

Danny dropped his phone into his pocket and looked at Steve.

"We have a case down at the harbour," Steve informed him.

Danny nodded and ate the rest of his sandwich.

"I'm driving."

"I'm dying of shock," Danny said, before he went upstairs to get his gun and credentials.

/

"I thought you were going to wear a suit at the wedding," Steve said, as they were driving to Jay Lappert's house.

"You want to talk about this now?" Danny asked, strapping on his bullet-proof vest.

"We have time."

"We're getting strapped to take down a suspect."

"You're not wearing a suit to your own wedding, Danny?" Kono asked, twisting around to look at him.

"I didn't say I wasn't wearing a suit. I don't know that we need to be having this conversation while we are putting on Kevlar."

"What better time," Chin asked, sliding rounds into his shotgun.

Danny rolled his eyes. "My mother wanted us to wear white suits. I am wearing a nice black suit with a white shirt."

"Tie?" Steve asked.

"No tie."

"I like the idea of a white suit," Steve said, looking thoughtful.

"No, you don't. White suits are a horrible idea, they are ugly and you cannot wear a white suit to our wedding."

"It would make your mother happy."

"Not wearing one will make me happy," Danny said.

"I'd make Danny's mother happy," Kono said.

"No, I will burn any suit you buy that is white, Steve."

"If you burn my wedding suit what am I supposed to wear?"

"Exactly what you were always going to wear, boardies."

"I wasn't going to wear my swimming trunks to our wedding."

"It's on the beach; I thought you might get confused."

Kono laughed where she was sitting, muffling it into her shooting gloves.

"Now I'm definitely wearing a white suit."

"No, you are not."

"We'll see what Grace has to say," Steve said, glaring at Danny.

"You cannot use my daughter to win an argument about white suits."

"She's half planning the wedding."

"I don't care-"

"We're here," Chin called out.

"Finally," Danny said twisting around. He grabbed the door handle and as soon as he felt Steve's hand on his shoulder he pushed it open and they all climbed out.

/

"Book 'em, Kono," Steve said, pushing the guy at her.

"Whoa, where's the love."

"She earned this one," Steve said with a smile.

"This is just because she agreed with you about the white suit."

"Nope," Kono said, grabbing the criminal. "It's because of my mad skills, brah."

/

"I'm going to die," Danny groaned as they drove to the heliport.

"You're not going to die – he passed the test and I'm his co-pilot. I won't let you die." Steve said, smiling at him brightly.

"I'm going to die and Grace is going to be without a father."

Steve shook his head and dragged Danny out of the car and towards the helicopter.

"Seriously, Steven, Kamekona flying a helicopter. I'm still not sure if I feel comfortable with the man cooking my shrimp."

"Don't be a baby, Danny."

An hour later…

"Thank the Lord," Danny said, jumping out of the helicopter before the blades had completely stopped moving. He ducked his head and rushed away from the metal death trap.

"Hey, Danny," Steve called, following behind him.

"Be quiet, my life just flashed before my eyes and it's time to go and pick up Grace."

"We can ask her about the suits."

"You are completely insane, Steven."

"It was a completely safe flight."

"Never again."

Steve grinned and yanked Danny into a kiss. "We should make pizza for dinner tonight. It's warm enough for Grace and I to go snorkelling beforehand."

"Only if you promise not to wear a white suit to our wedding."

"Let's go get Grace."

Danny sighed and slid into the passenger seat. "She will agree with me."

Steve just grinned at him.

"Then we are putting the good pepperoni on the pizza – not the low-fat kind."

"That all you got, Jersey?"

Danny huffed. "You cannot actually want to wear a white suit. You'll look like Frankie Avalon."

"Who?"

"You must have seen Grease when you were a kid."

"Probably."

"I'm telling Gracie that you haven't seen it."

"What a horrible threat."

Danny smiled to himself and wriggled in his seat.

They picked up Grace and went to get what they needed for pizza before heading back home.

"Hey, Grace, Steve wants to take you snorkelling for a while." Danny said the moment he put down the shopping bag.

"Yes!" Grace screamed, running for her room.

Danny couldn't resist laughing at her retreating back. Steve and Grace disappeared down to the water while Danny started organising their dinner.

Twenty minutes later the doorbell rang. Danny's stomach twisted the moment he saw the naval uniforms.

"Hello, Sir, we're looking for Lieutenant Commander Steven McGarrett," the older of the two women in front of him said.

"He's snorkelling, come inside."

Both women stepped in, hats off and under their arms while they stared at Danny.

"Have a seat and I'll go get him."

"Thank you, Sir."

Danny nodded and walked out of the house, waving Steve and Grace to the shore.

"It's hasn't been long enough, Danno."

"I know, Gracie. But there are some people here to see Steve."

"Huh?"

"Wearing navy uniforms and looking very stoic."

Steve frowned and dried himself off. "Tomorrow, Gracie."

Danny shook his head. "We'll see."

"Daddy?" Grace asked, looking up at him.

"I have a bad feeling Steve is going to be going on a little trip."

Steve frowned at him but Danny couldn't really do anything but shrug.

Grace showered while Danny sat on his bed and tried not to think about the conversation happening downstairs. The front door closed and Danny heard Steve coming up the stairs.

"I need to go to Korea."

"What?"

Steve sat down next to Danny. "Three years ago, as part of the hunt for Hesse I went into Korea with a friend – Freddie. We'd gone through training together. He was a great guy – like a brother. He was injured, presumed dead. We never got the body back. His wife was pregnant when I lost him. I've been trying to get the body back ever since. The State Department finally made the deal to get his body back. I have to go and be there for the handover."

"Okay."

"That's it?"

"When do you leave?"

"Sunday, 1300 hours."

"Okay," Danny nodded. "You'll be careful, right?"

"It's just a handover."

"Steven."

"I'll be careful, Cath is the Navy Intelligence liaison on the body repatriation so she'll be with me."

Danny smiled. "You'll have to be sensible then."

"He saved my life."

"Tell me about him?"

"When I come back."

"Okay," Danny said, standing up. He kissed Steve quickly before he slipped downstairs to make dinner.

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