"You and Rachel go to war, the only person who's gonna lose is Grace." Steve's words run on an endless loop through his head. He didn't want to admit it but Steve's point is valid. Grace would get hurt. Danny supposed he could drop the whole thing and somehow try to force Rachel and Stan to pay for flights twice a year. Dear god, the mere thought of losing his monkey made him sick to his stomach.

Danny offered Steve a ride home after watching Doris' plane take off. He had so much to tell his partner, all of it too personal. The news about Steve's mother's lack of factions concerning Wo Fat had the man jittery now Danny was about to go for broke. "You got beer in the fridge?"

Danny's question startled him. "What?"

"You got beer? I need to know if I should stop on the way or not," Danny said, not really explaining.

"I've got a couple of six packs."

"That should do it," Danny claimed.

"We gonna do something that's gonna require copious amounts of alcohol?" Steve asked still perplexed.

Danny gave Steve a long suffering look. "Yeah, we're about to have a very long and difficult conversation and before you say anything, it is not going to start until we're at least half way through our first beer."

"Kay," Steve agreed.

True to his word, Danny said nothing else until they were sitting on the beach chairs an almost three quarters of the way don with their first bottle. "I really need you to listen and try not to pass judgement until I'm done, okay?"

Steve really didn't understand the angst or fear in his friend's expression. He wanted so much to say something but he had a feeling Danny would spook if he did so he simply shrugged.

"My dislike of Vegas isn't the real reason I can't let Grace go. If she goes, I can't follow her and I would never be able to visit her."

"Danny, what are you talking about? If it's a matter of money."

Danny cut him off. "It's not about the money. Man, it would be so easy if it was. I have more of that than I know what to do with. It's not about the money."

"Okay, so if money is not it, what is?"

"You're not the only one with a past that can't be talked about." Steve's scowl prompted him to continue faster than he wanted. "I may or may not have a couple enemies in Vegas that would like nothing more than to exact some vengeance."

"These guys you put away?" Steve asked.

"More like guys I stole from. Well, me and ten of my buddies," Danny scoffed.

Steve pondered the information. "So you stole money from these men. Money you claim to have in spades yet there is no evidence of and these men, what, want it back?"

Danny looked pointedly back towards the house at the approximate point the Camaro would be sitting in the drive before he answered, "Not so much the money but the dignity they lost because of the heists."

"I think I need more info here, Danno."

Danny took his time opening his second beer. "My real name is Turk Malloy. I have a twin brother, Virgil. Together we were a part of a group of thieves and con men mistakenly named Ocean's eleven after Danny Ocean. All told, we pulled of three major jobs and several smaller ones before we went our separate ways."

"Why so many?"

Danny didn't hide his surprise at the question and he answered truthfully. "It takes a lot to pull off large cons and heists. We all had our specialties."

"What was your specialty?"

"Me and Virgil were the wheel men. Between the two of us, there isn't a moving vehicle we can't drive. We're also sort of mechanical geniuses. It's rare that I meet an engine I don't like."

"So all these years you've been lying to me and to our ohana," Steve growled.

"Not lying, hiding but to-may-to, to-mah-to. After our last job, we all went underground. I chose to change my name and start fresh. The man you know is Danny Williams not Turk Malloy."

Steve carefully went over the past three years. With this new information a few things made more sense. "You put the money back in the forfeiture locker and paid Chin's loan didn't you?"

"I can only take credit for Chin. I tried to deal with the locker but someone beat me to it," Danny said, chagrinned.

"Wow, I really don't know what to do with this. I mean, I feel like I should be arresting you," Steve admitted.

"Unless you have jurisdiction in parts of Europe, you'd be wasting your time. The statutes of limitations have long since expired. All of this is irrelevant though. All that matters is Grace not being available to be used as a pawn. Steve, will you help me figure out how to keep that from happening?"

"Of course," Steve replied without hesitation. It didn't matter what Danny had done, it's not who he is now and it's not like Steve has a completely spotless record. "I have one condition. I want the full story on Turk Malloy."

"That, my friend, is going to require another beer or three."

Steve obliged, even popping the cap on the next one for his partner. "I have to ask before you get started. Turk and Virgil? Your parents hippies or something?"

Danny laughed and launched into the story of Turk Malloy's life and how a thief became a cop name Danny Williams.

Steve listened attentively. Once in a while he'd ask for clarification or throw out an odd comment but for the most part, he stayed quiet as his friend wove an almost unbelievable tale. As Danny wound down, Steve formulated his more pertinent questions into some type of order. "Do you stay in contact with these guys?"

"Yeah, somewhat. I try to speak with Virg at least once a month. The others are random. They've moved on too. We lost Frank a few years back."

"Do you miss the life?"

"Sometimes, if only for a change of scenery," Danny responded with a sigh. "You, my friend, provide me with an ample supply of crazy and thrill so I don't miss that."

Steve swallowed the last of his bottle. He was having a hard time reconciling the man sitting next to him with the man Danny had described. He slowly processed the last three years of their partnership until the proverbial light bulb went off. The hidden depths his friend posset were astounding, yet Danny hadn't hidden them, he'd just smoothed out the edges, refined himself. "I have to admit, this is the last thing I ever expected from you and if you'd have asked me yesterday if I thought a story like this could be true, I would have laughed my ass off, but now I can see some of your Turk in you and I would've have really liked to have met you back then so I could make a true comparison."

"Yeah, I'd make a great venn diagram," Danny said, sheepishly. "It's not always easy keeping it locked down but I think I've done fairly well at it. You still mad?"

"Nah. I get why you kept it a secret. I'm glad you finally told me."

"In light of full disclosure, I probably wouldn't have said a word if this thing with Rachel hadn't come up," Danny admitted.

"Understood. Who else knows?"

"Besides the old gang? You and Kamekona." Danny shrugged.

"You never told Rachel?" Steve blurted in amazement.

Danny gave him a disgusted look. "Of course not! We had a tremulous relationship as it was. There was no way I'd depart with that kind of blackmail material. Now! Completely out of the question!"

"Okay, I can see that," Steve placated. "Why Kamekona? He have a past we don't know about either?"

"You have no idea, but that's his story," Danny joked. A mixture of ferociousness and fear crossed his face and his voice dropped two octaves as he continued, "I can't lose my monkey, Steve. I can't."

Dropping his hand on his partner's shoulder, Steve looked him in the eye and said, "You won't, Danno. We won't let her leave."

"I hope you're right," Danny whispered.

Danny stayed long enough to help clean up their empties, promising to pick the other man up in the morning. Steve waited until he could no longer hear the engine of the Camaro before he snickered, "Turk," as he climbed the stairs to his bedroom. With time to reflect further, Steve felt like slapping himself as more pieces to the "Danny puzzle" fell into place and he was still chortling over the name as he fell asleep.