He didn't realize just how hard it would be to maintain his secrets around his new team, even the rookie was an excellent detective already. Maybe it was payback for how easy it had been until this point. Call him crazy, but he could get off on this shit. It'd keep his mental acuity high and he'd never have a boring day. The disadvantage might be that he'd not live to see his daughter graduate middle school. Their first big case set precedent.

Roland Lowery's kidnapping gave Danny another taste of just how crazy his new partner was. Dangling a guy off the roof just isn't an acceptable interrogation technique. (Turk thought, "Hell, yeah, just don't drop him)

Turk was sure Lowery's computer room would qualify for one of Livingston's wet dreams. It had more gadgets and gizmos then they'd used on the Banks job. When even Mr. Naval Intelligence couldn't decipher what they were looking at, it became obvious they needed an expert, well it just so happens Danny has a guy. He just needs a few moments to give Toast a warning.

"Hey, Steve, why don't you go pay for our treats and I'll catch up with you at the car."

"Sure thing. Just don't take too long."

"I'll take as long as I need, babe."

Making sure McGarrett was in line, Danny ducked into the restroom and locked the door. Looking up Toast's phone number, he let the number go through.

"Talk to me."

"Toast, this is Detective Williams."

"Hey, Jersey, how's it hanging."

"Fine, Toast. Listen. I need a favor. In a few, I'm going to be showing up on your doorstep with my partner, I need you to mislead him as to my computer skills."

"Not sure I'm understanding, Jersey."

"I need you to help me make him think I know very little about computers. Can you do that?"

"Sure, Jersey, but why do ya want to hide your skills, man?"

"Too long a story for now, just remember, as far as Steve is concerned I'm almost computer illiterate, kay?"

"Gotcha."

"Good, Toast. See you in a few."

Danny ended the call and quickly made his way to the car, praying that Toast wasn't so baked he'd forget the phone call all together.

"Jeez, Danny, it always take you so long?"

"Excuse me for my personal business, Steven, but if you must know, there was a line. Now come on. We've got a man to see about a computer."

Danny had to give Toast credit. The kid remembered their deal even though Danny was positive the hacker was half baked the whole time. He definitely owed the boy another bag of lollipops. They managed to save Lowery, his son and Kono. After their private ceremony for Kono's graduation, Danny headed home to order the parts he need for the Camaro. He could get them locally and shipped right to the track. There was no way he was going to wait any longer than he had to before he made the modifications to the Camaro. Steve drove like Virgil and he seemed to think he was now the primary driver of Danny's car.

Despite rumors to the contrary, the gang had come out with a bit of money from the heists. Danny took his share and set up a trust if you will. Every month, 'Great Aunt Milly's estate' deposited a set amount into an account set up in Danny's name only. Said account had been exempt from the divorce settlement per the 'stipulations' of her estate, leaving Danny with a tidy sum which he dutifully paid taxes on each year. He was smart enough not to use it on obvious things, making sure everyone believed he lived off of his cop's salary, and exception being Grace's well financed college fund. It'll be a cold day in hell before he'd let Step Stan pay for his baby's education. The arrangement worked fairly well until he moved to Hawaii. The cost of living was astronomical here and a cop's salary didn't go very far so he improvised. Live in two bit, flee bag hovels and use the rest to take care of Grace. Not ideal, but it worked. Now if Steve would just stop giving him shit about his living arrangements.