"Why is it people have to make drama at weddings?" I mean honestly, the one day of their lives where all the focus is supposed to be on recently wedded couple, someone always has to go and mess it up by causing a scene."

Steve shook his head in confusion. He was fairly positive he hadn't had that much to drink, so he should be able to follow Danny's rant, but for the life of him he couldn't so he settled for a 'please proceed look' hoping to garner more info. Danny didn't disappoint.

"Seriously, Joe barely waited for the newlyweds to kiss before he mysteriously wandered off, knowing full well you'd follow. Shit! I covered for you, telling Chin you had to use the little girl's room."

"Little girl's room?" Thanks a lot, D." Maybe he actually did imbibe too much, he wasn't offended by Danny's excuse.

"Your quite welcome, my friend, just don't expect a repeat anytime soon. After the stunt you pulled with the handcuffs, you're lucky that's all I said. So what great truth did Joe impart this time? I'm using the word truth very loosely here."

Steve sighed. "In a roundabout way, he threatened me. I told him I wasn't going to stop asking questions and he told me he hoped I wouldn't say that."

Danny nodded and shifted in his seat to look fully at his partner. "Joe talked to me. He wanted my help in getting you to back off of Shelburne."

"What did you say to him?" Steve demanded.

"I told him there was no way I'd be able to rein you in even if I wanted to. He gave me a number to call if anything ever happened to you or him if it concerned Shelburne. Said he just wants to protect you."

Steve slouched back, "Yeah, right. He's been saying that all along" Facing his friend again, he continued, "I can't let this go, Danny. It's more than just who killed my parents, it's my past, my present. I just can't explain it to you. Hell, I can't explain it to myself."

Danny studied Steve for a long moment before he replied. "You don't have to explain anything. There isn't a single living person who isn't searching for answers in some form or manner. Your's just happen to be a tad more bizarre and macabre than most. Just remember you have back-up, okay."

The two men sat back in silence, watching the reception festivities, not caring to join in.

Steve broke the quiet. "So what was your incident?"

"Huh," Danny replied cocking his head.

"The scene at your wedding. What was it?"

Danny started to chuckled. "Oh, that. My mother caught Rachel's aunt and my mom's brother doing the horizontal hula underneath the cake table."

Steve couldn't find any words, he gaped at Danny in disbelief.

Danny laughed even harder. "It's true. We'd already cut the cake and the helpers were getting ready to serve the rest of it. Mom wanted to make sure they saved the top, you know for the first anniversary thing. She tripped over a purse and landed on her belly where she had a full view of what the table cloth was hiding. I'm sure they heard her yell in Queens. It was epic."

"You're lying," Steve stated.

"Here's my phone, you can call Rachel. Ask her when Aunt Louise is going to be invited to Boxing Day again."

Steve shook his head and looked around the room. "Maybe we should check out some of these tables."

Danny laughed again. "Nah, the covers are too short, but I see several topiaries that could hid an inventive, flexible couple."

That's how Danny and Steve found out Kamekona had a new girlfriend. A sight they both wished they could forget.