Spooks and con men have a lot in common in Danny's estimation. They both pretend to be someone they're not, they talk in code, are skilled in their trade and they both lie. Cons being so much better at the latter. The CIA bureaucrat standing in front of him had more tells than a room full of amateur poker players. Danny almost felt sorry for the dude. The text was well timed; he was close to giving the guy some pointers. It wasn't until he was sitting in a car with a bag over his head that he thought to wonder how the one agent got his phone number. Danny started reviewing his options for getting free (Steve wasn't the only one with ninja skills on the team) when the guy came back. Yay! His techniques were a tad rusty any way.
By the time Wo Fat was processed and Steve had been examined by medical professionals (at the team's insistence) the sun was well above the horizon. Danny fell onto his bed with a heavy groan and did a quick time difference calculation. He called Virgil anyway.
"Hey, man, how's paradise?" Virg asked as a greeting.
"Paradise is far from being idyllic, but the plus side is McGarrett's back," Danny replied.
"Alive or dead?"
"Alive, even after a plane crash, a stand-off with some Yakuza, ten rounds with Wo Fat and another stand-off with Kono's boyfriend, who happens to be in bed with the Yakuza."
"Danny, I have to say this. Your life was a lot simpler on the other side of the law," Virg declared.
Danny sighed. "I have no counter argument since I spent half my day being a kidnap victim of the CIA."
Vigil's silence spoke volumes.
"It's a good thing our fingerprints were purged," Danny finally said around a face splitting yawn.
"Sounds like you need some shut-eye," his brother whispered.
"Yeah, maybe a day's worth," Danny yawned again. Virgil said his goodbye to a snoring brother.