When Turk decided to change his name and become a cop, he padded his background with all the information necessary to pull it off, but he hadn't given much thought as to the family side of it. As long as he was single, it hadn't really mattered; he simply refused to talk about family with his fellow officers. After Rachel and he had been dating for about two weeks, she wanted to meet his family. He was so besotted with her, he couldn't refuse. It was surprisingly easy. His aunt and uncle became his parents and their kids his siblings. They were grifters so they loved taking on the challenge. Even Matt who'd left the family business played along. Family was family after all.

He would've loved to introduce her to his real parents, his brothers and sisters, especially his twin, but that would mean letting her in on the con, not such a good idea. Besides, his real parents had disowned him and Virgil after the second Banks job. Good Mormon boys don't have thugs show up at their rehearsal dinners. Luckily for Virgil, his bride to be had thought it was hot and her parents were clueless.

When his cousin/brother Matt called to say he was in Hawaii for a visit, he was thrilled and terrified. Matt liked to play things on the edge, push the limits. Danny prayed Matt would behave himself because he knew, without a doubt, Mr. I-need-to-know-everything-about-my-partner's-life McGarrett would weasel an introduction. Sure enough, here he was with his personal escort, while he hoped against hope all he'd find would be Matt stuffing Grace full of ice cream and soda pop.

"You know I really appreciate this escort through the Hilton, but I'm just stoppin' to pick up Grace."

"It's no big deal. Besides I wanna meet your brother," his friend replied.

"Be warned. Mr. Wall Street has quite a personality."

"Runs in the family, huh?" Steve interrupted.

"Disorder. Personality dis...order." Danny and Steve stopped dead. Oh, shit! Matt was up to his old tricks. There before him was Matt, Grace and Rachel. Oh, shit!

"Hey, Rach. What are you doing here?" he asked with a not so carefully disguised grimace.

"Um, it's nice to see you too, Daniel." Rachel feigned politeness.

Matt showed his minuscule intelligence by jumping in, "I invited her. Come on it's been a long time since we've had a family meal. It'll be just like old times."

Well, this was a recipe for disaster, and Hey! Let's go ahead and add to the tension by inviting Steve to join them. Maybe he could use the man as a buffer? Might as well abuse their friendship before this whole thing goes south.

"Steven, my brother Matthew. Matthew." Danny finishes the introductions by gesturing towards his boss. So, surf and turf it is.

It didn't take long for the shit to hit the fan. Danny made the FBI agents in short order and Steve did quickly thereafter. Matt had been clean for so long, there was no way what the two feds said could be true. Watching them walk away, he reviewed all the capers he knew Matt had done. None of them involved taking from people who couldn't afford it. Damn it! Matt had gone straight, running a hedge fund for Christ's sake.

Turning to Steve, "Listen to me. I know my kid brother, okay?" He's a lot of things but he is not a criminal." Danny wasn't sure if he was trying to convince Steve or himself.

The gratitude he felt when Steve gave him the time to figure out what Matt was up to, couldn't be measured. There was something to this ohana everyone referred to.

He didn't like sneaking around behind Matt's back, but he wanted his ducks in a row before confronting his 'little brother' on his current activities. He'd tried getting Matt to talk, but Matt expertly dodged the questions. Not sure who he thought he was fooling. Danny needed to take a different tact. Despite his previous protest, he was glad for Steve's company. It made him sick they had to surveil, but Danny needed answers. Steve's presence kept him from flying apart.

A pat down at a business meeting? What the hell! Even in my heyday, I never had a client give me a pat down. Matty, what have you gotten yourself into.

Talking with Rachel only made the whole thing harder. The more she said, the more he was convinced that Matt had become stupid; he'd taken his clients' life savings, confirmation from the SEC no longer needed. Danny knew.

This wasn't a conversation he ever thought he'd have with his cousin. "So, I'm just gonna ask you once and I want you to tell me the truth. What's going on with you?"

Mat's 'no idea expression' was good, but not that good and Danny didn't believe his, "Nothing. Why?"

"Why, because I spoke to a friend at the SEC," Danny pushed.

Again with the clueless expression, "What are you talking about?"

Time to go for the jugular. "I'm talking about your indictment. You been stealin' money from your clients, huh?"

"Danny, that's. That's insane, okay. It's just. It doesn't even."

"Don't lie to me," Danny shouted.

"I'm not lying."

"Listen to me! Who you think you're talkin' to, huh? You think you're talkin' to one of your dopey clients? I'm your cousin. I'm a cop. I'm a con man. You don't lie to me!" Danny shouted.

"What do you want to hear? That I took the money? Fine! I took the money!" Matt yelled back.

Danny had to take a moment to compose himself. "What were you thinking about? You do something that stupid. You think about your mom? You think about your dad? You think about your sisters?"

"I know," Matt interjected hoping to stop the rant.

"You know they are going to come knocking on your mom's door. Calling her in the middle of the night, askin' her for statements."

"I know! I made a mistake! That what you've been waiting for?"

Exasperated, Danny asked, "You think I get a kick outta this? That I enjoy this?"

Matt blew. "I think you like to be the guy everybody thinks does everything right, but we both know that you made mistakes. You ever tell our mom and dad about Vegas, Amsterdam, Rome?" Seeing Danny's face he continued, "Nah, I didn't think so. They still think you changed your identity to get out from under all the petty things you did."

Danny knew he'd been beat but he couldn't help the next words. "Why? Why? That's all I wanna know, why? Why did you take from people who couldn't afford it? Why did you break the rules and steal from innocents?"

The why's didn't really matter. What's done is done. Now they needed to concentrate on how to salvage the situation. Yeah, Matt would go to jail, but Danny would do everything in his power to lessen the blow.

In a million lifetimes, Danny could never have predicted the ending to Matt's story. His cousin, laundering money for a drug cartel. Pulling a gun on his own blood. Being given the choice to either shoot or let go. Watching, Matt board that plane. It was no wonder he ended up in Rachel's arms, starting what would be the third biggest mistake of his life.

Danny made it back to his apartment before dawn and caught a couple hours sleep. When the alarm went off, he didn't rush through his morning routine, he might have even dawdled a little. Finally, he knew he couldn't put it off any longer, he only had an hour before he had to be to work. Jesus, he hoped an hour was enough. Picking up the phone, he dialed from memory.

"Hello?" the sweet voice of his aunt came over the line.

"Hey, it's Turk. I'm calling about Matt."

Still not ready to face the rest of the world, Danny skulked into HQ and made a beeline for his office. Steve was stretched out on the couch, waiting for him. "You look like shit," he said by way of a greeting.

"Why thank you, Steven, so nice of you to notice. For the record, I feel like shit too."

"How'd things go with Matt? I'm assuming from your appearance, it didn't go so well." At least Steve got straight to the point.

Danny sighed and took another sip of the coffee he'd brought with him. "He gave me a choice, Steve. He said either shoot him or let him go. After the conversation with my folks this morning, it would've been better if I'd shot him."

Steve got up and put a comforting hand on his partner's shoulder. "I'm sorry, D."

Danny shrugged, resigned. "Hey, listen. Thank you for what you did, not that thanks really covers my gratitude."

"No thanks necessary, Danno. Ohana, remember."

"Still, thanks," Danny insisted.

Steve gave him one of his goofy grins, "Accepted, now let's get to work."

Danny didn't make a habit of carrying his second phone with him even if he'd made sure the only difference between it and his main phone was a small scratch on the side near the volume button and the lack of preprogramed numbers. Today, he made an exception. He'd promised his aunt he'd be available, 'just in case'. He set the ring tone to match his office phone's, made sure all the blinds were pulled (the glass door not affording complete privacy) and tried valiantly to do some paperwork.

When it did ring, Turk picked up his desk's hand set and with amazing dexterity balanced it on his shoulder with his cell tucked between it and his ear, the wonders of high backed chairs hid the creative set up as he turned to face the wall. He was fairly certain that the team wouldn't interrupt unless it was important.

"Hey, Virg."

"Where do you think he went?" Virg asked, dispensing the formalities.

Turk sighed. "Somewhere without extradition."

"What the hell was he thinking?! We've pushed the boundaries, but to jump in bed with a drug cartel?! Just what the hell!" Turk tried to respond, but Virgil went on with his rant (brother like brother) "Didn't he know we'd help him out. Sure he lost a boat load, but we'd have found a way to cover it without taking from innocents! That's a line you just don't cross! He's not the only one who lost money in the market! It wouldn't have been pretty, the repayment plan, but it would've been a shit load better than what he did!"

When Virgil took a second to pull in a breath, Turk jumped in, "I gotta admit, I didn't get all the details, but it sounds like he panicked the day it happened and then just kept making one more stupid decision on top of another."

"How'd he even find a drug cartel in the first place? Who's got those kind of connections in the family?"

"I don't know, Virg. I don't have all the answers."

"What didn't you tell Aunt Clara?" Virgil asked, knowing his twin too well.

Turk hesitated, guilt washing through him.

"Turk?"

"I pulled my service weapon on him."

"You didn't shoot him, did ya?"

"Nah, but I should have. He had that smug look on his face, the one he use to get when we were kids. You know the one that said 'you guys won't rat me out to the adults cause you're too afraid I'll rat you out first'."

"Ah, man. I hated that face, smug bastard. I'd spend weeks before we went to Wildwood trying to figure out how to steel myself against that face. Yeah, you should've shot him. So what's next?"

Turk adjust the phone arrangement so he could rub his neck before he answered. "Well, I figure the FBI will camp out at all their houses. Mine too, I suppose. I'm gonna have to play it close for a while. I don't want to give the feds any reason to go digging deeper into my background."

Virg couldn't keep the disappointment from his voice, "So radio silence for a while then."

"Yeah, for a while."

"Hang in there, man. Is there a safe way to contact us in an emergency?"

"I'm almost certain I can use Kamekona as a go between. He's been a good friend. I'll call myself as soon as I feel it's safe."

"Just remember you have us, 'kay, Turk? I know you've got a good team there, but you've still got a good team over here."

"Thanks, Virg."

"That's what brothers are for at least when we're not trying to aggravate the shit out of each other." Laughing together, the twins ended their call.

Rocking back in his chair, Turk felt better about the whole fiasco. Matt made his choice, Turk just hoped it didn't get him killed.

Virgil's last words turned in his head. Danny couldn't help drawing a comparison between his relationship with his twin and his relationship with a certain Navy SEAL. Both were a lot alike. The realization didn't bother Danny too much.