Danny looked at house after house on the drive to Kahala, mentally calculating how long on a cop's salary it would take to save enough for a down payment on just a door handle for one of the places. He figured, maybe just before retirement at seventy. Turk could buy one or two without blinking, but that's not how it is and it sucks. He has never once regretted changing his life. If he hadn't, he wouldn't have Grace and all the money in the world is nothing compared to his little girl. He has made sure that even her grandchildren will be taken care of. Right now, though, a small part of him wants to access his account regardless of the consequences, his impending homelessness doesn't have a thing to do with this, honestly.

In all fairness, he's slightly jealous of their victim. Who wouldn't be. A volleyball coach, living in a guesthouse that is bigger than the average joe schmo's home. It says a lot about the world that an athletic coach is revered over a public servant.

Danny can't wipe the pictures they found out of his mind. What kind of pervert would take advantage of an innocent girl.

Steve catches his partner's sigh. "What's running through that head of yours now?" he asks knowing he can't let Danny stew in his thoughts for too long without serious repercussions, usually for Steve's hearing.

"It's those pictures. I can't help but wonder what was running through the photographers mind and yet I don't really want to know either. Know what I mean?" Danny had turned to face his friend while talking.

Steve's face grows hard. "Yeah, I know what you mean."

"Hey, I know I don't say it enough, but thank you."

Steve expression morphs into Confusion Face #3 as he glances at Danny. "Thank you?"

"Yeah, thank you. You know for what you said back at the Joyner's."

Still not tracking Danny's train of thought, Steve throws Confusion Face #4 (what the _) at the man next to him.

God, this was like pulling teeth, Danny thought. "For what you said you'd do if it had been Grace in those pictures. Not many people would do that."

"No thanks needed, Danno. Gracie is your daughter, ohana. I'd take a bullet for her and the ones that mattered would too," Steve declared.

"Yeah, well, thanks anyway, I appreciate it."

"You're welcome. Let's go see what Melanie Ayers has to say."

Danny sat silently contemplating what Steve had said. Most of Danny's friends would take a bullet for Grace, but out of all of them he could think of only two who'd commit murder for her. The rest would take revenge, ruin the perps livelihood, Virgil might hire someone to do it, but to do it themselves, that would be Steve and Chin. He couldn't help the slow smile spreading on his face. He and Grace were lucky indeed to have ohana.

Danny took advantage of Steve's preoccupation with something to play with the table computer. It took him seconds pull up the information on Carl Joyner's true occupation so he decided to acquaint himself the the computers eccentricities. It was fun dusting off the cobwebs. His enjoyment faded when Chin called to say Kono was acting as a get way driver and a part of the wrong side of the case they're working.

What the hell was she thinking? Kono had to know she wouldn't be able to out run them, she'd been on enough car chase with them. Danny couldn't have been more grateful not to hear, "Book 'em, Danno," come out of Steve's mouth. He's not so sure he could've done it.

It goes to show just how much Danny has left his other life behind. He is incensed at the fact that Fryer was using Kono as a pawn. Not too many years ago, he would've shrugged it off; half the cons in the book required patsies. This time it mattered. He thanked the stars he wasn't in the room when Fryer arrived. He wouldn't have been responsible for his actions. When it was all over, he almost applauded after Steve punched Fryer in the mouth.