Unexpected phone calls in the middle of the night generally aren't good unless someone you know is having a baby (Grace arrived at fine hour of 3:13 a.m.), so when Anchors Away blared from his phone while it was still dark out, Danny simultaneously reached for it and his gun, years of being a father trained him to wake instantly.

"What and where?" he asked, not bothering with a proper greeting, while he searched for clothes.

"Danny, someone broke into the house. Can you call Chin and Kono?" Steve sounded shaken which worried him.

"You okay, babe?"

"Yeah, just got stun gunned is all."

"Hold tight buddy, I'm on my way," Danny assured his partner, "I'll leave the line open until I pull in the drive."

"How you gonna call the others?" Steve asked. Just the response Danny wanted so he could make sure his friend was operating on all cylinders.

"I'll use the SAT phone. You can ease drop on the conversations," Danny teased.

"Okay. Uh, Danno..." Steve voice trailed off.

"I'm already dressed and headed out the door. I'm gonna call Chin and have him call Kono. Keep talking to me, babe." Knowing the effects of being stunned, Danny wanted to make sure Steve stayed cognizant. Waiting until he'd finished speaking with Chin, Danny flipped on the lights and pushed the Camaro to its top speed.

Steve's past couldn't or wouldn't leave him alone. The guy couldn't catch a break. His father's tool box stolen, his sister Mary taken, it was enough to break the average man. Danny did his best to reassure Steve until he had to worry about his own problem which came in the form of a helicopter.

Danny had always lived by the motto, "I'll always try something once. Twice if I like it. Never repeat if I don't." Well, he lived by it except when it came to pizza, but that's another story. Flying in a helicopter, piloted by his numskull partner fell into the last part of the motto. Even though Steve was a Navy SEAL, Danny was fairly certain the man had gotten his pilot's license from a Cracker Jack Box, before they'd quit putting the good prizes in the box. Okay, in Steve's case maybe it was afterwards. Doesn't matter. Danny knew from the minute he got in the bird with Steve that he wasn't going to like it.

They'd found the car Mary was in, landed, took off again and made it back to the helipad without any incident, but there was some sense of something, he couldn't put his finger on, about flying with Steve that Danny couldn't decipher. In the wee hours of the morning, Danny decided that it was because he was afraid Super SEAL would try to pull the same stunts in the air that he pulled on the ground and because falling from the sky wasn't on his bucket list, he'd pass on any unnecessary airtime with his partner. At the same time, he conceded that maybe it wasn't all Steve, he didn't like flying with Basher either.

The conversation that afternoon after they'd raided the Yakuza hangout, arrested Hiro Noshimuri and got Mary home safely shouldn't have surprised Danny, but hell, he'd been up since 2 a.m. so give him a break. Yes, they had used a helicopter to rescue Mary, but Steve had been pushing the gas petal of the Camaro to the floor to get to the helipad.

"Hey, Danny," Steve shouted, catching Danny on his way towards the restrooms.

"Yes, Steven," he replied cautiously. He knew that face, I-need-to-tell-you-something-that-I'm-sure-you're-unaware-of smug look. It usually led to blustering on both their parts.

Catching Danny's slightly sour look, Steve stuttered a little, "I, uh, I think there might be something wrong with the Camaro. You may want to have it looked at."

Sighing, Danny bit, "What do you imagine, might possibly be wrong with my car, other than the fact it is constantly driven by a road rage psychopath?"

"That's a new one. You've been saving that one?" Steve asks, not rising to the bait. Danny just glares at him with a look that tells him if he doesn't finish this conversation soon, he might be introduced to Danny's left hook. Not one to back down, Steve bullies on, "Well, on the way to the chopper I noticed an acceleration problem."

"And just what type of acceleration problem did you notice? The fact the car couldn't go from zero to ninety in five-seconds," Danny scoffed.

"Ah, no. It just seemed to top out at ninety-five. I had the petal to the floor and it wasn't going any faster," Steve muttered, having the common sense to look a little sheepish, but then ruined the effect by adding, "As the vehicle most used by us in a pursuit manner, it should be able to keep up with fleeing suspects. You should really have HPD Garage check it out."

Danny stares at him, dumbfounded for a minute before he finds the appropriate words. "As the vehicle I drive my young daughter around in, maybe I don't want it go over ninety-five. Did you think of that, Steven?"

Undeterred, his partner plows on, "If there is a high speed chase, you wouldn't want its inability to pursue the perps to cost us our case would you?"

"You're entirely correct, Steve, we wouldn't want that to happen. I'll make an appointment to have it looked at right away, I'll see you in the morning. Have a good one." With that Danny walked away, leaving Steve feeling upbeat. He'd managed to not get a rant. That evening, Turk adjusted the governor to ninety. If a suspect is going over that speed, let a road block with a tact strip take them out. Besides, ninety-nine percent of the criminals they chased weren't professional drivers so at high speeds they were more likely to wrap themselves around a telephone pole before they surrendered. They were that stupid.