Working with Lori kind of reminded him of working with Linus. She's very good at her job, but her social skills would make you think she is incompetent. He liked her well enough, but working this case with her had him appreciating Steve's Neanderthal tendencies.

Asking to speak to a minor without her legal guardian or parent present. A rookie mistake. He almost didn't cover for her. There was also her over profiling skills. He knew the minute she opened her mouth they wouldn't get anything from Karen. To top it off, how in the hell did she get into the trunk of his car and know the contents. Making a mental note to, once again, up his car trunk inventory schedule, he stared at Lori over the roof of the car, putting on what he hoped was a puzzled look and not a pissed off one.

"Do you want to tell me how you just accessed the trunk. Said trunk belonging to my car of which I am currently holding the keys?"

Further confirming that she could be Linus's sister, Lori shrugged, "Steve gave me the spare set this morning when we paired off."

Doing his very best impersonation of a man who has the patience of a saint, he climbed into the driver's seat, put the key in the ignition and calmly held his hand out, palm up towards the profiler. Busy getting settled and buckling in, Lori didn't notice his hand for a few minutes. When she did, she gaped.

"You've got to be kidding me. Seriously?" she muttered.

Danny continued looking out the windshield impassively, holding his hand steady. After a few more mumbled words, Lori undid her belt, got out, pulled the keys from her pocket, crawled back in and dropped the keys into Danny's waiting hand. "Happy now?"

"Immeasurably."

Danny took all his pent up frustration out at the track that night. A young life extinguished because of some faulty steel. A high school principal taking advantage of one of his students. Lori's presumptuousness. The Camaro being a Navy SEAL's ultimate dream storage locker. It's no wonder he blew a head gasket on his twentieth lap.

The next morning, Danny made sure he was the first one in the office. It took him three trips and a borrowed mail cart to get everything into Steve's office. Thirty minutes later, he had everything arranged to his satisfaction, three rows on this partner's desk, one row across the couch (for the more delicate stuff) and a neatly stacked pile on his boss's chair. He plucked the note from his back pocket, set it dead center on the desk so it wouldn't be missed, left the slightly oversized under bed plastic storage box propped up on the edge of the couch and then left HQ. He was going to need more than the break room coffee to make it through this day.

With a large cup of Kona and two malasadas in his possession, Danny returned to HQ. It was still early, but he was a bit surprised to find the place still empty. Oh well, he could settle in with his treats and get on with the paperwork. Added bonus, he'd have a front row seat for the Steve McGarrett Classic when the man arrived.

Steve caught a bit of Lori's grumbling yesterday, at least enough to understand Danny hadn't been thrilled with her have the spare set to the Camaro, but not much more than that. So when he walked into his office that morning, he wasn't prepared and did a classic double take at the site. The entire contents of the car's trunk, sans the spare, was neatly arranged in piles. What the hell?! He snagged the note and read.

Dear Steven,

Whilst I am impressed by your Army training that requires you to be prepared for any emergency and I approve what appears to be your desire to save the state of Hawaii money by finding alternate storage areas for said emergency supplies, it is with a heavy heart that I hereby notify you that I am imposing restrictions on you for both areas.

Next to you, you'll find an average size plastic container. You may choose any items you wish to return to the Camaro. Here's the caveat. Said items must fit inside of the container and the lid must close of its own volition. (no duct tape, climbing ropes or bungee cords are allowed to secure the top) Should you at any time choose to add another item, the same rule applies. If this necessitates removing an existing item to make room for the new one, then so be it. In addition, there is to be a complete inventory list secured to the underside of the lid, so that if I desire to know if there are any explosive devices in my car, I will know exactly where to look.

These conditions are non-negotiable at this time. I am however willing to consider opposing arguments in the future. (I'm talking months here, Steven, not minutes or hours)

There is one rule that does not apply to storage. It is NOT now nor ever will be a part of the future negotiations. YOU WILL NOT GIVE MY SPARE SET OF KEYS TO ANYONE, REGARDLESS OF YOUR REASONING, WITHOUT MY EXPRESS KNOWLEDGE AND CONSENT.

Now that the unpleasantness is out of the way, Happy Re-Packing.

Danny

Steve picked up the plastic bin with distain. Turning to look towards Danny's office, he found his partner and the rest of the team watching him. The look on Danny's face was enough to tell him that none of this was a joke.

"It's the Navy, Danny. The Navy," he shouted with a giant grin plastered on his face.

Danny shook his head and turned back to his paperwork. Steve turned around and sighed. How would he ever fit all this into that stupid plastic tub? An hour and half later, they caught a case. The tub, three quarters full got abandoned for the time being.

Steve couldn't help himself as they pulled out of parking lot. "Hope we don't need anything from the trunk for this case, cause it's a long haul back to my desk if we do."

"Drive, Steven, just drive."