Beer in one hand, squished comfortably into the corner of his couch, leg propped on the coffee table and ice pack on his knee, Danny pushed the send button on his cell, starting his monthly call to his brother. Even as busy as they'd been after his partner's comments a week or so ago Danny couldn't shake the bout of homesickness the words had brought on and he needed to get his fix. Virgil didn't fail him.

"I kid you not, Virg. We made the moron drink the cocktail."

"You're bullshitting me, Turk. Two sworn officers of the law made a guy drink roofies? No, way!"

"You callin' me a liar, ass hat? The guy passed out before we got to the car. We had to manhandle him into the back seat. He was like one of Gracie's rag dolls. When we got him cuffed to the interrogation chair, McGarrett used an air horn to wake him up. Almost deafen all of us, but it was classic, man! I'm not positive, but I think the guy pissed himself." Turk couldn't help the deep laugh that came out as he relayed his partners latest escapades to his brother.

A silence on the other end of the line indicated Virgil wanted to say something important (he normally said whatever came to mind without filtering). Pausing before speaking, well that meant he was thinking. "Hey, Turk, it's good to hear you laugh again."

Completely stunned, all Turk could get out was, "What're you talkin' about?"

"Well, ever since Rachel and your big move, well, you haven't exactly been a rays of sunshine and joy."

"Yeah, I get it," he muttered. "This place ain't home, not sure where that is really. I keep telling everyone it's Jersey and in some ways it is, but Provo still calls too. Anyway, all that matters is Grace is here. I can make myself happy as long as she is."

"Yeah, you keep tellin' yourself that, man. In the eight months you've been gone, you've never actually laughed during any conversation we've had. I think you're getting off on pulling this shit with your Rambo friend. Reminds you of the old days, just on the right side of law this time."

Not bothering to disagree with his brother's assessment, Turk shrugged even though Virgil couldn't see him. "That may be, but I'll never let him know it. Guy's got an ego the size of Utah. I sure as hell don't need to feed it."

After inquiries into how they were coming along on their respective cars and about the rest of the family, the brothers ended their call. For the first time ever, despite a busted knee, Danny felt good about being in Hawaii, at least until the next week.

The Ian Adams cased pissed Danny off to no end. Not only had Kono's mentor been killed, he was rich and that meant he had what everyone wanted, money; too many suspects and not enough evidence. Add into that the introduction to the local old boys' club, sorry surf club, plus having to pay for the drinks that turned his tongue blue and Steve's dirt road car chase, Danny's mood hovered between I-need-to punch-someone and I'm-going-to schedule-McGarrett-in-a-remedial-driving-course-so-help-me-God!

It took him twenty minutes to find the right form, ten minutes to fill it out and two to print it. A phone call from Rachel delayed his pick up. Rising from his desk to pick up from the printer, he caught Chin as the man was getting ready to rap on his door.

"Hey, Chin, what's up."

"I grabbed this with my stuff from the printer," the older man stated, waving Danny's form. "Don't mean to be nosy, but you think Steve's really going to sign off on this? I mean making the state or him cover additional insurance for your car. Seems a bit farfetched, brah"

Danny chortled, "Oh, dear friend, I have no doubt this won't float. I just want to see the look on his face when he reads it. And maybe, just maybe, he'll take the hint and not use my car like a dirt bike or a jersey barrier."

The older man studied him for second as if he was trying to decide if Danny had been spending too much time with their boss. "I don't know if it's wise, but I'd be thinking up some creative new names to describe the face you're going to get as I'm sure it'll be one you've never seen before. Good luck with that. Oh, and let me know when you plan on giving it to him. I'll rig the security cameras so we'll get some good shots of the action."

Danny chuckled and waved Chin out the door. It was good to have friends and coconspirators. Steve's face was epic and they did get photographic proof. Danny put the stills aside, saving them for future blackmail purposes.