Maybe it was the beautiful sunset or the company or the relief of downtime after a case, but Danny was mellow. It was more than likely the three beers he'd consumed while sitting with his partner on the man's private beach. That was neither here nor there.
"I have to say, my friend, I don't know whether to hit you or thank you for the experience."
Long use to his partner's non sequiturs, Steve raised an eyebrow but kept quiet waiting for an explanation.
"Cause only you, Steve, could have us on a case of a murdered comic book hero by a hired muscle hunting down a snow globe of the Space Needle that had been stolen by a schmuck with the moniker of Jonny D. who we caught only because our Rookie can send filthy text messages, proving that she is not as innocent as she appears. The snow globe not being as innocent as it appears either, as it was hiding a video card that led us to the apprehension of the owner of said snow globe who, it turns out, is the killer of a law firm intern, an intern who was sleeping with Ms. Snow-globe's husband. You, Steven, you are a strange and weird magnet. That's all I've got to say."
"I thought I was a danger magnet, Danny."
Reaching out to clink his beer against his friend's, Danny agreed, "That too, my friend, that too."
Leaning back into his chair, Danny took another swig before he attempted to tackle the elephant on the beach. "So, how's Agent Kaye?"
Steve continued to stare out at the ocean while he answered. "She's good. She called about ten minutes after Wo Fat left. She'd had a flat and was running late."
"A flat, huh? Coincidental."
Looking at his partner for the first time, Steve sighed, "You know what Chin says, 'It takes a lot of planning.'"
"Do you think you can trust her?" Danny asked after a minute.
"I don't know. She's hard to read, but she seems genuine even if she did lie to me about her intent. Can't say I wouldn't have done the same if I'd been in her position though. She's determined to get Wo Fat."
Danny studied his partner for a long moment before he asked, "So what's the plan?"
Steve drained his beer before replying, "I'm gonna get all the information I can, then I'm gonna hunt that bastard down."
"What's with this 'I' shit, you forget you have back up, babe?"
"It's not your fight, Danny."
Leaning forward, almost in Steve's face, Danny exploded, "Like hell it's not! This conversation is getting a tad old, Steven. We're partners, friends. Your problems are my problems, comprende?"
Steve studied the determined look on the face of the man who was becoming like a brother to him and realized this was not an argument he'd win. "Thanks, man."
Danny saluted him with his bottle and settled back into his chair.