"Good morning, Danno," the cheerful voice oozed through the speaker.

"Is it, Steven?" came the grumbled reply.

"Are you still in bed, Daniel? It's after nine," the still too happy voice asked.

"No, Steven, I am not still slumbering. I am however not through my first cup of coffee," Danny remarked.

"Oh, sorry. I have something that might cheer you up," Steve half heartily apologized.

"And exactly what would that be?"

"Swing by my place in say 30 minutes or so and I'll show you."

Not able to resist the childish glee emanating from his partner's voice, Danny agreed. He made it to McGarrett's within the time limit.

"Okay, babe, what's so important you have to drag me out to the land of the living without my full dose of caffeine?"

Steve stood next to the Marquis, grinning like a loon. If Danny didn't know better, he'd had thought Christmas and Steve's birthday had been rescheduled for today. The man was practically dancing with anticipation.

"I got it running and I want to take you on the inaugural drive," Steve beamed.

"You, uh, found all the parts you needed?" Danny asked, trying to keep his disbelief from creeping into his voice. He was excited for Steve, even if he didn't consider the Marquis a classic like Steve did.

"Yeah!" Steve said a little too loudly. "I was having problems before, but.." Catching Danny's look he interrupted himself, "Don't, just don't mention the clutch plate."

Danny made a show of zipping his lips and waving with one hand for Steve to continue.

"Anyway, I got to cleaning the den a little more and found all these business cards for parts suppliers. My dad had them stuck in the strangest places. Well, I gave a couple of them a call and viola, I found my parts."

Danny didn't bother to hide his grin as he watched the unusually animated goof in front of him explain his discoveries. Man, it sure took him long enough.

"What's with the grin," Steve asked, suspicion evident.

"Nothing with it. Just happy for you, babe. Now how 'bout we get this land yacht on the road."

Nine miles later, up the Pali Highway, Danny's happiness for his partner seeped quickly away with every labored step as he helped push the piece of junk to the side of the road.

Luckily fate stepped in at that point. They got a call about a group of college kids having been kidnapped from their pleasure cruise just as the tow truck pulled up.

As they rode in the tow truck to the Coast Guard station, he couldn't help adding to his earlier rant, "I know some very good mechanics. I'd be happy to recommend one. Say, maybe one who might know just a little bit more than you do about 'temperamental classic cars'."

Steve chose to ignore Danny's sarcasm, "Just let it go, Danny, just let it go."

Danny believed his past helped make him a good detective. He had 87 solved homicide cases back in Jersey not to mention all the closed cases from before he made detective. Arrogant though it may be, he thought he knew the criminal mind, but the bad guys on this floating hunk of rock surprised him time and time again.

They were dealing with pirates, Tongan pirates! Not the real kidnappers of the college kids, but still, pirates. The strangest part is he didn't find it all that strange. How did he become so desensitized? Even Steve using a grenade to open Big Lono's cage door barely made a blip on his weirdo meter. He did however, make a mental note to have a long conversation with Steve at the end of this case about the storage of said grenade in his glove box.

He planned the whole 'explosive device in my car' conversation carefully in his head. He wouldn't mention the three tanks of nitrous oxide he had personally tucked into the trunk among the tac vests, scuba gear, oversized first aid kits, the cell interceptor and the other SEAL sundries. No, he would go with an angle the idiot would understand.

They left the happy reunion of parents and children at the Hilton to head back to HQ. They hadn't been back for more than ten minutes when Danny made his move. Kono and Chin, having been told of the incident at Big Lono's Pawn Shop, quickly made themselves scarce the second they heard Danny speak.

"Steven, you and I are about to have a very frank and meaningful discussion wherein you are going to say only 'Yes, Danny' to everything I say. Is that understood, Steven?"

"How is it supposed to be..." Steve started. He'd been expecting to be on the receiving end of Danny's wrath, but he wasn't prepared for this.

Cutting his partner off, "Uh, uh, uh. What did I say was the appropriate response?" Danny questioned, waving his arm for punctuation.

"I'm just saying that if all I can say is 'yes, Danny,' then." Seeing Danny's expression, Steve didn't finish that sentence, best just to go with the flow, "Yes, Danny."

Danny took a deep breath, "Steve, did you store a grenade in the glove box of my car?"

"Yes, Danny."

"Are you aware that that car is the same car I drive when I have Grace?"

"Yes, Danny."

"Good, this is good. Are you also aware that I store extra hair accessories and flavored lip balm for Grace in that same glove box?"

"Yes, Danny." Okay, he didn't know about the flavored lip stuff, but he thought better than to voice it.

"So, would you therefore conclude that Grace just might happen to open the glove box at some point and would very probably find said explosive device?"

"Yes, Danny."

"Fantastic. Now do you agree that putting a grenade in the glove box of my car is an extremely idiotic stunt and you will never do it again?"

"Yes, Danny."

"Wonderful. I'm glad we had this conversation."