Turk sat on his crappy pull out, staring at his phones. Both of which were mocking him. He'd been waiting all day for Rachel's call; eagerly anticipating it, as it was her first doctor's visit today. He'd been thanking the fates that she was even talking to him after his stunt the night she and Grace left for Jersey. With Steve's antics and subsequent arrest, he'd barely had time to breath let alone call her to let her know he wasn't going to make it to the airport to go with them. Rachel was surprisingly understanding when he finally managed to speak with her, telling her he'd follow just a soon as they got Steve and Kono cleared.
"That's fine, Daniel," Rachel stated, "You take care of your friends, make sure the Commander and Officer Kalakaua are taken care of. Grace, the baby and I will be here waiting. Your family will be here in New Jersey waiting for you."
If he hadn't been coming down from an adrenaline high, he might have caught her tone, but possibly not as subterfuge was Rachel's strong suit. He knew it wasn't the most auspicious way to begin their second try, but he wouldn't be able to live with himself if he left his friends to their predicaments while he went on with his life.
Well, fate kicked him in the ass. Rachel sniffled the whole time she sobbed out that the baby wasn't his after all and she was going back to Stan to make it work for the baby's sake. Fate hadn't kicked, it'd stomped all over him.
Throwing the one phone down on the coffee table, he thumbed open the other. Turk dialed before he could talk himself out of it. "Hey, Danny, what's new?"
"Turk, to what do I owe the pleasure?" came the smooth reply.
"Just thought I'd check in to see how Tess was making out with her new curator position. Make sure everyone was still kickin'. The usual."
Never one to beat around the bush, Danny got to the heart of the matter so Turk wouldn't have to, "We've all heard about what happened. It was all over the national news. If there's anything you need, all you have to do is ask. Someone can be on the next plane."
Truly grateful, Turk smiled for the first time in days, "There's not anything you can do for the case. McGarrett didn't do it and we'll prove it, just not so sure how long it'll take. Virg mentioned you might be looking for help. Was wondering if it was a short or long job."
"Well, I have to say I'm surprised. You made it out. Why would you want to jump back in?" Danny asked with concern.
"Yeah, well, Hawaii isn't the cheapest place on the planet to live and being that the task force has been dismantled, I might need an alternate form of income in the near future," Turk rejoined.
"You got it covered for a little while," Danny's question evident behind the statement.
"I structured that trust a little too well. I have enough to live on, but I'll need to access the bulk. I've got to find a good lawyer for Steve and possibly Kono too. Good here means really, really expensive."
"Sorry, Turk. We've all agreed to not let you go down that road again. We figured you'd help the team so we're your, what do you call it? Oh yes, your back up. You should have a cashier's check tomorrow and if that gets low, we'll get another one. It'll be hand delivered by Elliot Wells of Wells, Martin and Wells. If it's not too late there, get him on the visitors list for around eleven. Don't worry about picking him up, he'll find you. His plane lands at eight, so there should be plenty of time for you two to go over everything before he meets Commander McGarrett."
Turk was stunned. "Danny, I can't let you do that. This isn't your problem."
Danny laughed, "Turk, we've all heard you use the word ohana. Well, we're just ohana on the other side of the ocean."
"I'll make good on it," Turk promised.
"We know that. Now, concentrate on getting your partners cleared. Prison is not for everyone, trust me." With that last statement, Danny Ocean ended the call.
Daniel Williams thanked a god he hadn't believed in, in a long time and prayed Steve wouldn't ask too many questions.
Just as he was starting to doze off for the night his main phone rang, jolting him wide awake. "Danny Williams."
"Detective Williams, this is Lieutenant Commander Joe White. Steve served under me in the SEALs."
"What can I do for you Commander White?" Danny responding to the man's authoritative tone.
"You can call me Joe. I heard about Steve's situation and I want to help. Would you be able to pick me up at Pearl Harbor-Hickam the day after tomorrow?"
Danny breath left him in a whoosh. Finally some help. "That won't be a problem, just text me the details and I'll be there. Do you want to see Steve right away cause I'll have to get you on the visitor's log."
"I think that would be best. How's he holding up?" Joe hesitantly inquired.
"You know Steve, he's being big bad Super SEAL. No offense," Danny apologized.
Joe chuckled, "None taken. Sounds like Steve. I'll see you in thirty-six."
Danny got one of the best night's sleep he'd had since the whole fiasco started.
Sipping his second cup of coffee, trying not to fly apart at the seams, Danny sat at his small breakfast bar, trying to calculate Wells's ETA. If the guy's flight was on time, he should be here any minute. His hands were shaking with nerves; maybe the second cup wasn't such a good idea. A moderate rapping on his door made him jump.
Danny opened the apartment door to find an impressive looking man whose very presence exuded confidence. He wore an expensive tailored suit, sans tie, and what were definitely Italian leather loafers. Danny motioned him in and each took stock of the other.
Turk broke the silence, "Please tell me you are a real lawyer cause this is a real case not a con."
"Mr. Ocean said you'd be cautious. I can assure you, Detective Williams, my law degree came legitimately from Stanford. Not a con," Wells assured, his Boston accent soothing to frayed nerves. "Now, let's see what we can do to get your partner set free."
Danny told Wells everything he knew and gave him all the files he had. "It's not much and I have to say your partner didn't do himself any favors, but we can work the stun gun angle and dig to find evidence of this other person being on the premise." At least he wasn't too pessimistic Danny thought.
Danny had only briefly considered Steve's reaction to having a lawyer. His partner hadn't brought up the matter in the six days since his arrest. Hell, for all Danny knew, Steve was planning on using a public defender, one forced to take the case after all, there weren't many lawyers out there brave (read dumb) enough to willingly take on the case of the man accused of killing Hawaii's beloved governor. Here goes nothing, Danny thought as he and Elliot waited for Steve to be brought in.
Steve looked scruffy and exuded an air of nonchalance that Danny saw straight through. "You look like crap, babe."
Steve shrugged, "So do you. What's with the visit? I told you yesterday you didn't have to come every day. Also, what's with the grease under your nails? You playing at being a mechanic in your down time?"
Caught off guard by Steve's questions, Danny looked at his hands and stuttered for a moment "Huh, I uh, I helped a lady change her tire the other day. Must not have scrubbed hard enough. As to the visit, I miss your handsome puss. Seriously though, I've brought someone who can help us," He motioned for Elliot to join him in the phone cube. Steve had noticed the tall dark man but shrugged him off, assuming he was waiting for another inmate. He almost didn't catch Danny's next words, "I found you a lawyer. This is Elliot Wells from Boston."
"D, what do you mean, you found me a lawyer? I don't recall discussing it with you."
"Well, since we haven't discussed it, I took that to mean you'd done nothing on your end to procure council so with all my free time, I did it for you. Just be grateful you big oaf that someone is willing to represent you. I needed to go all the way to Boston to find a someone, but it was well worth the effort." Danny caught Steve's face, the one he was too intimately acquainted with. The one that says I'm about to say/do something you're not going to agree with, Danno, but too bad Suck It Up. "Oh, no! No, you don't. Don't give me that face. You need a lawyer!"
"Danny, you can tell the guy to go home. His services are not needed."
Danny pinched the bridge of his nose while taking a deep breath (this particular gesture becoming habit). When that didn't work, he rubbed his neck and took a deeper breath. "Steven, there is no way a public defender is going to be able to handle your high profile case even if the court can find one who doesn't have a conflict of interest with you and then we'd be really lucky if that one really put forth any effort. At least hear Elliot out. A lot of effort was put in to finding this guy."
Just watching his partner's movements, Danny knew he'd lost. "Sorry, D, I can't." Looking over his shoulder, he nodded, "Guard, we're done here."
Danny watched dumbfounded as Steve was escorted from the room. It never occurred to him that Steve would resign himself to what appeared to be his fate. What the hell was his problem. Turning to Elliot he offered what he hoped was a platitude, "Well, I hope you get to enjoy the Hawaiian sun before you head back."
The lawyer judiciously kept his mouth shut, clapping Danny on the shoulder. Danny drove him to his hotel, asked him to stay through tomorrow and then dangerously pushed the speed limits, headed for the track. He needed to clear his head, try to figure out Steve's game plan. Hopefully this Joe White would shove some sense into his partner's thick skull and Elliot Well's services would be required. Hopefully.
Hawaii Motorsports Center in Kapolei wasn't a bad track. It wasn't Talladega or Las Vegas Speedway, but it was enough to keep Turk from going insane. He pulled the Charger up to the gate and waited for Tim to open it. He was surprised when the man leaned into the window.
The man was not shy, he came right to the point, "Hey, Williams, I heard about McGarrett." Turk steeled himself for a verbal onslaught but instead he heard, "Tell him to hang in there. There are some of us that believe he's innocent." Pulling up his sleeve to reveal a Navy insignia tattoo, he continued, "Tell him if he needs anything we'll do what we can."
"Wow, Tim. Thanks," Turk replied not sure it conveyed enough gratitude.
"You know the motto, 'Leave no man behind'. Steve's a SEAL, a good man. He couldn't have done it and we know that," the man scoffed. "Anyway, have a good drive." With that, he waved Turk through.
He took it easy on the first few laps. He didn't have the track to himself and his mind wasn't quite in the groove yet. The last thing Turk wanted to do was put another driver in jeopardy because of his inattentiveness. By the tenth circuit, he'd calmed down and was ready for more. One of the other driver's indicated his interest in pacing Turk. He smiled in acknowledgement and opened it up. They were evenly matched, trading first position back and forth until Turk had to concede as he was running low on gas. Parking the Charger, Danny felt ready to tackle more of McGarrett craziness that was his life.