That's it! Danny's had it! He doesn't care that Virgil said Turk no longer exists, he is going to resurrect the persona, give up being a cop and go back to being a c on man. It was a lot safer and is sure as hell didn't run the risk of being exposed to a deadly virus! Certainly his previous sins weren't severe enough to warrant this shit. Danny waggled his head a little, laughing silently at the images from his past that were running like an old fashioned microfiche tap in his brain If this all went to hell, his only regret would be that Grace didn't have the opportunity to grow up.

"Wanna share your thoughts?" Sam Hanna asked gazing intently at the detective.

"Nothing worth sharing, just remembering some good times," Danny replied.

"I think we're all being a little nostalgic if we're honest with ourselves," Chin offered.

Callen nodded. "It's not like we can do much else until we land. We've still got almost two hours left, even at this speed. Besides it sure beats stewing over regrets."

"No point in doing that, you can't change your past right?" Danny said.

The other men nodded in agreement. A slightly awkward silence followed until Chine cleared his throat, "Hey, Danny, why don't you tell that story you told me at Christmas?"

"You've already heard it," Danny scoffed.

"Maybe, but these guys haven't and it's a good tale," Chin argued.

"We could use a good story," Callen said encouragingly.

Danny leaned back, throwing his arms across the back of the seats. "I've got another one to tell you. I read about it while doing research for another paper."

"Same group?" Chin asked.

Danny grinned. "What can I say, those people fascinate me."

"You wanna let us in on it?" Sam asked.

Danny lounged further back into the seats, a smug smile on his face. "Ocean's eleven, they're quite a group if the stories are to be believed." Danny regaled the men with brief snippets of the crime team's exploits up until they landed.

As they prepared to disembark, Sam tapped Danny's shoulder. "Any of those stories true?"

"Damned if I know," Danny replied, secretly enjoying the annoyed look on the NCIS agent's face.

Hetty Lange is a legendary figure in the spy secret agent world and in the criminal world. Many a con man joked that if she ever decided to switch sides, they'd be out of business. If Danny had the gift of foresight, there would have been a fifty/fifty chance that he would have turned tail and run, small pox or not. He knew the second Hetty laid eyes on him, she knew. Priorities, Turk, priorities.

He had to give the crafty woman credit; she waited until he was leaving the men's room in route to the car for the airport. "Detective Williams, a word please."

"Anything for you, Miss Lange."

"I want to thank you again for your assistance with this most difficult case."

"Just doing my job but you are welcome."

"I would also like to say, everyone has a past, some more colorful than others. It shapes who we are today. As long as a person truly atones, those past," the wily woman stated, "there is no need to air one's dirty laundry."

Danny ducked his head and ran a hand over his neck. "Thank you."

"You are most certainly welcome, Detective Williams."

Danny made a discreet phone call as soon as the pilot gave the all clear. He knew there was no way he'd be sleeping any time soon and the odds of Rachel letting him have time with Grace were astronomical so he did the next best thing. He booked time on the track.

Danny studied Chin as they walked down the plane steps. The man looked like Danny felt. "Hey, you going to see Malia?"

Chin let out a slow breath. "Nah. She's on shift for six more hours and she's booked."

"Wanna join me?"

"Doin' what?"

"Wait and see. You'll like it, I promise."

Chin quickly acquiesced and found himself being driven to the race track and the garage he'd been to previously with Danny. The haole remained silent as he pulled in, parked and got out of the car. He finally muttered, "These should fit well enough," as he pulled two sets of clothes from a cabinet, tossing one pair at Chin.

Chin followed Danny's lead, soon finding himself a passenger in the '69 Stingray as the pair lapped the track at almost terrifying speeds. After twenty rounds, Danny pulled into the pit area, silently got out and handed Chin the keys. He may not have reached the speeds Danny had but he was fairly certain he put on a good show.

All too soon they were back in the garage and Chin was helping cover the 'Vette. Danny paused, eyeing his friend across the hood. Chin easily read the message conveyed in Danny's gaze. They would never speak of this but Chin would always have an open invitation.