Despite Steve's exuberant pleas, Danny passes on the case closed celebratory beers at the Hilton. Talking to his twin is more important. It'd been too long. The FBI had backed off, finally figuring out watching Danny was a dead end as far as Matt was concerned.

Virgil must have had his thumb hovering over the accept button cause the first ring hadn't finished before he heard, "Well, it's about time numbskull. Jesus, man you missed these last months. I didn't think the FBI would be that tenacious. In fact, I was beginning to wonder if you'd fallen off that godforsaken rock and drown. How you doin'?"

"Thanks so much for that bass ackwards greeting, you moron. They pretty much stuck to me like glue for about a month, then we got busy. You know, putting dick weeds in jail while you've been sitting on your thumbs, doing what? Tryin' to add two plus two? I'll give you a hint, the answer ain't five." Having gotten the niceties out of the way, Turk continued, "I'm good, man. How bout you?"

"Livin' the life, sucker. Livin' the life." Virgil sounds content. "So, what's the latest crazy ass stories about your partner?"

Turk takes a moment to organize this thoughts, not sure where to begin. "I didn't get to tell you he fell off a mountain and broke his arm did I?"

"Nope."

"Yeah, we found a dead body off a cliff and he felt the need to show off his ninja skills. Shattered his forearm," Turk repeated before he realized he'd used 'we'.

Virgil can't wait to interrupt, "We, what's with the we? You. You, hiking. Are there pictures cause this I gotta see."

"Shut up, asshole. Yes, I went hiking. No, there are no pictures and if you mention this to anyone, I'll come to Provo and kick your ass six ways to Sunday. Now are you ready for the rest?" Turk rips out.

"Like to see you try. Please continue." Virgil's condescending tone almost makes him hang up, almost.

"Let's see, what other atrocities has McGarrett committed since we last chatted? He ran my car through a wood gate."

"Seriously? Why?" Virgil sounds impressed.

"Cause the guy we wanted to see was too busy."

"That makes no sense, Turk."

"Well, you'd have had to been there."

"So significant damage to the Camaro then?"

"Yeah, significant. I swear I'm gonna be invited to every one of Devlin's kids' baptisms or Thanksgiving, whichever comes first," Turk resignedly replies.

"Hope the man's giving you the friends and family discount," Virgil chuckles. Turk laughs.

"Let's see what else. Oh, he wanted to send a betting sheet list to naval cryptology to decipher."

"Did ya' set him straight on that one?"

"Damn straight! Have to say, the list was impressive. The guy, Renny Sinclair, was in with just about everyone, even Willie Banks. It's a good thing Banks got some of his money back. Sinclair had a ton of markers. Really burning his bookie."

"Man, hope for the guy's health, Banks doesn't call them in," Virgil muses.

Turk can't help the contrite tone in his voice, "Wouldn't do Banks much good if he did, the guy was killed by his own daughter. Ironically, burned alive."

"Shit."

"Yeah. So, would you believe it I told you the Hawaiian Legend is the worst gambler on the planet?"

"You shitin' me? How is that even possible?" Virgil asked, amazed.

"Not sure, but the guy hasn't won a bet in like six months. Pathetic."

"Can't be good at everything, I guess," Virgil sounded philosophical. "Hey, before I forget, Rusty called. He and Danny are thinking about doing another job. Wants to know if we're interested."

"Jesus, Virg. You serious? How could you even ask me that?" Turk blasts.

"I don't know, man. I mean doesn't the idea of one last time sound a little appealing?"

"No, jerk, it doesn't. I have Grace. You, you have your brood. You really want to risk going to prison for one last time?" Danny emphasis on the last three words resonated through the phone.

"Hey, don't get pissy. Just promised them I'd bring it up. I'll tell them you're thinking it over," Virgil states, not effected by his brother's vehemence.

"You do that," Turk yells and hangs up.