I love that when they show Steve's photo montage it's so obviously another kid in the grid iron clothes. This sort of thing amuses me.
/ / / Televised \ \ \ s03e21 – Imi Loko Ka ʻUhane (Seek Within One's Soul)
"McGarrett," Steve said, answering the phone.
"Steve, hello."
"Who is this?"
"Hannah, Danny's sister."
"Hi, Hannah," Steve said smiling. "Sorry, I didn't recognise your voice."
"That's okay, I haven't been able to get Danny on his mobile – I was hoping I could catch him."
"He and Grace went out for new school supplies. He should have his phone on him."
"It's just ringing out."
Steve frowned. "I'll trace his car and see what's going on."
"What?" Hannah asked, alarmed.
Steve grimaced. "I'll find out what's happening, nothing to worry about."
"Are you sure?"
"Positive, want me to get him to call you."
"Yes please, are you sure it's okay?"
"He probably just left his phone in the car." Steve said, messaging Kono while he spoke.
"Okay, well, I wanted to talk to you as well. It's about Eric."
Steve wondered if she would let him send Eric off to Annapolis – just for a little while. He'd thought Danny's nephew was doing better but if she was calling again it couldn't be a good sign. "How is he?"
"So much better," Hannah said, excitement bubbling over into her voice. "He's doing well at school again, his teachers are impressed, he's been talking about university. I…thank you both so much!"
"He's doing well? That's great."
"And I know it's not just because he came to Hawaii but everything you did made such a big difference to him. Thank you."
"We were happy to help."
"If I was there I would hug the stuffing out of you, Steve. You've made my brother happy, you've given Grace this home and room she loves, and you've helped us so much."
"That's what you do for Ohana."
"Like 'Lilo and Stitch' ohana?"
Steve laughed. "Just like that."
"Had Grace made you watch that?"
"Danny called me Stitch for a week. Apparently I remind him of a small alien with six arms."
Hannah laughed…and laughed some more. "I'm going to have to ask him about that."
"I'll get him to call you back as soon as he gets home."
"Thank you, Steve, talk to you soon…wait, how are you?"
"I'm great, we've got most of the wedding planned now."
"Excellent – I've never been to a Hawaiian wedding before."
"There isn't that much Hawaii to it, we're talking about Danny here."
"It's on a beach."
Steve smiled. "It's on our beach."
"See, this is so…Jonathon, let your brother go. Sorry, Steve, talk to you later."
"Bye," Steve said to the dial tone on the other end of the phone.
Moments later his phone rang. "McGarrett."
"Hey, Steve," Kono said. "Danny's mobile is at your place. His car is at the stationery shop. Should I send a patrol car to check on him?"
"No, I'm sure he's fine."
"Overreacting a little, boss man?"
"His sister couldn't get in touch with him."
"Okay," she said, laughing as she hung up.
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"Yes, monkey, I think it's very important for you to have purple pencils. That's what we have purple and green pencils."
"Good, I'm going to go and label everything."
"My little control freak."
"Hey, Danny." Steve said, following Danny's voice into the front door.
"And it's my big control freak."
"You left your mobile here."
"I figured as much. I was going to call you about dinner."
"Your sister called."
Danny turned and looked at Steve suspiciously. "How'd you know I left my phone here and wasn't just ignoring my sister?"
Steve shrugged.
"How many cops are out searching for me? I only want to know so that I can work out how many cops I have to apologise to with scotch."
"There are no cops out searching for you."
"So it's just Kono or Chin."
"No one is searching for you."
"But you did trigger the GPS on my car and my phone."
Steve's phone rang. He shrugged at Danny and answered it. "McGarrett?"
"Goofball," Danny said, walking through to the lounge room where Grace had all of their purchases spread out on the table in front of her. "Happy, Grace?"
She looked up at him with the mad eyes of an eleven-year-old who's been let loose in the stationery stop. "Yes."
"Spaghetti for dinner," Danny told her. "You have thirty minutes to play with your new stationery then you need to come in and help. You can go back to organising, labelling, and unpacking as soon as dinner is over."
"Okay, Danno."
Danny stood and watched Grace happily deciding which thing she was going to open first.
"What is she doing?" Steve asked, pressing his body into Danny's back.
"I try not to spend too much time attempting to understand the allure of new stationery."
"Is it a girl thing?" Steve asked, frowning.
"I don't know. It's a Grace thing so twice a year we go and buy stationery. It makes her happy."
"You're such a good dad."
Danny turned his head and kissed Steve's stubble scratchy cheek. "Thanks, babe."
"The governor called."
Danny groaned. "Do we need to go out?"
"Nope, have you heard of someone named Savannah Walker?"
"No…someone important in Hawaii?"
Steve shook his head. "She-"
"She's on TV, she has a talk show," Grace explained, sharpening one of her purple wrapped lead pencils slowly.
"Is she missing? In jail? What?" Danny asked, twisting around to look at Steve.
"She's doing a ride along with us next week."
Danny groaned. "Why?"
"Positive publicity."
"Ridiculous," Danny said, sighing. "What we do isn't suitable for a talk show."
"I told the Governor that but he's adamant. She's here doing a series of shows and she wants to film us. She's brought a lot of money to the island apparently and the Governor wants us to have a positive image."
"Ride along or interview."
"Ride along."
Danny grumbled but he nodded. "That's still absurd. What talk show host wants to follow cops – it's not like she's an investigative journalist or something. Come with me, Steve, you're grating the vegetables for the spaghetti."
"And to listen to you complain about this ride along?"
"Exactly. Fifteen minutes, monkey."
"Okay, Danno."
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"Can I ride along with you?" Savannah asked, smiling gently at Steve. "You're not rushing to a crime scene or anything like that so it's safe."
Steve looked at Danny.
"What?" Danny asked, looking at Steve suspiciously.
"It's your car."
Danny laughed. "Fine, I'm not sure if the camera guy and the camera are going to fit in the back as well though."
"You'd be surprised where I can fit," Gary said, panning to Savannah.
"Excellent," Savannah said, following behind them. She and Gary slid into the backseat and they watched Steve and Danny banter theories back and forth.
"Whatever our vic was involved in, it was important enough to get the attention of a couple of heavyweights like the Russian mob and Wo Fat, all right? If the mob sent Markov down here to whack our guy, he would've left, he wouldn't have stuck around." Danny said, checking the mirrors.
"I agree, but the motel says he hasn't checked out yet."
"Doesn't make sense," Danny grumbled. "Guy comes down here, kills somebody and sticks around for a tan? Makes no sense. Doesn't sound very 'pro' to me."
Savannah interrupted the rant, looking into the camera for a few seconds. "Okay, let me get this straight- this is Detective Williams' car, but Commander McGarrett does all the driving?
"It's 'cause I'm the better driver." Steve explained.
"He's a control freak," Danny threw over his shoulder. "That's why he drives."
"And he's got issues with the truth." Steve responded.
"Okay." Savannah said, unsure what she'd started.
"Why don't you tell her about the remote control thing you got?" Danny prompted.
"What remote control thing?"
"The thing where you always grab the clicker and you got to be in charge and you got to pick which TV station we watch."
"Okay, the way I was brought up-"
"Uh-huh." Danny said, sounding like he knew what Steve was about to say.
"…it's polite to let someone else choose…"
"Oh? What you're gonna watch on TV, all night?"
"Especially when the other person only wants to watch mermaid shows or stuff set in New Jersey."
"New Jersey is a great place to set a TV show."
"But not the only place."
"I watch things set in other places," Danny grumbled, rolling his eyes. "What about having to be first through every single door? Or having the last word in every conversation? Or picking where I eat lunch every single day? What does Emily Post have to say about that? Hmm?"
"I can't help it if you're indecisive," Steve threw back, taking a sharp left turn that made Savannah grab into the roof handle.
"I'm not indecisive."
"You're a control freak."
Savannah turned back to the camera and smiled. "These two fight, but really they love each other."
"Where do you want to go for lunch today? I'll go wherever you want to go," Steve said, smiling.
"Oh, my God." Danny groaned throwing his hands up in the air. "You are insufferable."
"The two of you are engaged to be married, aren't you?" Savannah asked.
Danny turned around to look at her and Steve swerved into the wrong side of the road.
"Oh my…" Savannah said, clutching her chest. "I thought this was well-known on the island."
"I don't think it's relevant," Danny said, turning around and holding onto the dashboard in front of him.
"Personal lives have nothing to do with the case," Steve agreed, his voice distantly cold.
"Now," Savannah said, looking at her audience, "I can tell you that I spoke to other members of the investigation and Commander McGarrett and Detective Williams have a wedding planned for the beginning of July this year. That's less than two months away, isn't that exciting?"
There was a loud cheer and she directed them back to the screen and the hotel where they found their suspect.
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Five-0 chased Wo Fat down through the trees until they found him. And then Steve shot Wo Fat…dead!
I bet you wish that was how this chapter/episode ended.