Title: So not Steve's day
Rating: K+
Disclaimer: We did check, but it seems that they still don't belong to us. So, we hope CBS and whoever own the rights doesn't mind us borrowing them for a little while.
Summary: The day started out really well, but it was all downhill from there.
PT -So not Steve's day
by Sam
Steve didn't bother opening his eyes when he heard Catherine enter the bedroom. "Told ya this mornin' we should have stayed in bed," he mumbled when she sat down on the side of their bed.
"Oh, and how would we have explained that to the team? It was hard enough to tell them why we were late without laughing," Catherine answered.
"You still think this is funny, don't you?" Steve asked accusingly and squinted at her after he opened his eyes.
"No, absolutely not." But she couldn't keep a straight face.
"I saw that," Steve grumbled about her grinning at him.
"I don't think it is funny that you are hurting. I can't find any amusement in that, but, Steve, you have to admit this day was worthy of America's funniest videos," she told him.
"Not from my perspective," Steve said and turned more onto his side, but stopped with a wince when the movement hurt his bruised shoulder.
"Stay still," Catherine stopped him and gently placed the ice pack she brought from the kitchen on his left shoulder. "How is your foot?"
"Still numb. Can't feel a thing. Wonder what he shot me up with," he answered and looked at his elevated left leg with the bandaged foot. Or better his bandaged toes. "It's a wonder they are still attached."
"Oh, yeah, it's a real miracle that you still have your leg. That it wasn't swallowed whole."
"Are you making fun of me again?"
"I wouldn't dare. Do you need another pillow?" Catherine asked sweetly.
"No, I don't need any more pillows. I'm already lying on a freaking mountain of them," Steve again grumbled. He hated this so much. He would take a real injury over this assortment of… there wasn't really a name for these annoyances.
"Yeah, well, the doctor said you shouldn't put pressure on the stitches… so…?"
"So what?"
"Is there any pressure on the stitches?"
"No. Because my ass is not even on the pillow," Steve called out in frustration and shook his head at his girlfriend who again couldn't keep the giggles in. Of course shaking his head was not a good idea. "Ugh," Steve grunted and closed his eyes again.
"Does your head still hurt?" Cath asked, suddenly concerned and looked at the bruise very prominent between Steve's eyes and on the ridge of his nose. The white bandage holding the splint in place covered most of his nose, so there was not that much to see, but Cath knew it was there.
"Only when I move it," Steve answered and had no desire to do so any time soon. He wondered how this day could have ended in such disaster.
It had started out so well when they both had been awake before the sun was up. They had used the time well. Steve had to smile at the thought about their morning.
12 hours earlier…
„I told you we shouldn't use these stupid soap bars," Steve said in annoyance from the floor of the shower stall. "Liquid soap is a lot safer," he grumbled and rubbed at the hurting spot on his six. He was sure he would get a spectacular bruise.
"You let it drop," Cath defended her favorite lemongrass soap.
"After you grabbed my… never mind," Steve said and got back to his knees, wincing when he straightened his back. He was sure he wasn't hurt, except maybe for his pride, but his lower back was still aching a little.
"I had the impression you liked what I was doing," Cath said grinning, ignoring his mumbling when he fully stood up. "Turn around and let me see."
"No, it's just a bruise," Steve answered and plastered his back against the tiled wall, the coolness actually feeling pretty good.
"I can make it better," Cath suggested.
"You can make it all better, but not back there, I prefer you up front," Steve told her grinning. He bent forward to capture her mouth again; an action his fall had so abruptly interrupted.
"Maybe we should take this to a less slippery surface. Like something soft," Cath said between kisses. "I know a great bed, not even far from here."
"Really? Have we been there before?" Steve asked in interest.
"Oh, yeah, we tested it very thoroughly. Just last night if you remember."
"No, not really, maybe you should refresh my memory," Steve teased her.
And that was what they did. It took a while to reenact all the testing from the night before; which was why they had been a few minutes late to the office. Or maybe it was because they had been stuck in traffic, as they told their colleagues.
- - - H50 - - -
"You were stuck in traffic?" Danny looked suspiciously at Cath and Steve who had just come in.
"Yeah," Steve said with a barely kept neutral face. "So, what have we got?" He thought it was best to change the subject. Quickly.
"Duke called about an apparent suicide we might be interested in," Chin explained.
"Why would Five-0 be interested in a suicide?" Catherine asked.
"Because it only appeared to be one; Max had doubts about it and declared it a homicide," Kono further explained.
"OK… and we should get involved because…" Steve let the question hang in the air.
"Because the dead guy had a famous TV show," Chin said.
"He's an actor?" Catherine wanted to know.
"No, not really," Kono let them know. "He was on one of those 'home improvement' channels. A show about how to renovate your home, or something like that."
"Like Tim Taylor?" Danny asked.
"Who's Tim Taylor?" Steve wanted to know.
"Home Improvement?"
"Huh?"
"The TV show from the nineties? Tim Allen? You can catch the re-runs."
"Do I have to?" Steve looked at his partner and wondered not for the first time about Danny's taste in TV shows. Not that he could pitch in on any conversations about TV-shows since he hardly ever watched anything.
"Hey now, no dissing the show, it was a good one."
"I'll take your word for it," Steve assured his friend. "So what do we know about the victim?"
"Not much yet, Duke only called a few minutes ago," Chin said. "His name's Chuck Terry. Sixty five, recently retired to Hawaii."
"OK. Danny and I will go and take a look at the crime scene. Chin, can you check into his background, his financials? Kono, Cath you two please get in contact with his manager, friends, the usual." Steve turned to Danny, "did they make the notification?"
"No. Duke said they haven't reached anyone yet," Danny informed.
"When you contact the manager, see if there is any family to inform," Steve told the two women of the team.
"Will do," Kono answered for both of them.
"Danny, you ready to go?" Steve looked at his partner.
"Whenever you are."
- - - H50 - - -
When they reached the crime scene, a house that needed renovations but was in one of the high price places near the coast, they were greeted by Duke.
"Hi, Steve, Danny. Max is still in there with the body, but CSU just packed up."
"Why's the body still there?" Steve wondered.
"Max wanted you to see something. You know how he is," Duke told them with a chuckle.
"OK, thanks, Duke."
Steve and Danny made their way into the house and easily found Max and the dead body. There was not much in the house actually. It was pretty much void of any furniture although the room where they found Max held an antique sideboard and a couple of chairs.
"Hey, Max," Steve called out to their ME.
"Oh, hello. I was waiting for you to get here."
"Duke said you wanted to show us something?" Danny asked as they both stepped closer.
"Yes, indeed. Please take a look at the GSW on the right side of his head."
"Yeah, small entry wound. A twenty two?" Steve asked. "No exit wound?"
"No. But that's not the significant part. Someone wanted everyone to believe Mr. Terry shot himself."
"Why do you believe otherwise, Max?"
"It's not possible for him to have used his right hand to hold a gun."
"And why not?" Steve wanted to know, looking down at the victim's right hand.
"You don't know?" The question almost sounded like an accusation.
"Uhm, no, Max, I don't. Enlighten us?"
"It was all over the news."
"What was?" Now Danny was also curious.
Max knelt by his victim and picked up the corpse's right wrist to show them. "Mr. Terry had an accident a few weeks ago that left him with severe nerve damage to his right hand. He couldn't even hold a pen, let alone a gun," Max explained. "That is why he retired from the show. I wonder why the killer didn't know that," Max added as an afterthought as he stood back up.
"So, let's get this straight. If Mr. Terry would have shot himself he would have done it with his left hand?"
"Yes, Commander. That is why this is not a suicide," Max declared.
"OK, thank you, Max."
"One thing's for sure," Danny said and moved to the sideboard, the only real furniture in the room. "This was not a robbery. Look at all the valuables."
Steve watched Danny pick up one of the trophies, a hammer with a wooden handle and an engraved golden hammer head. Danny swung the trophy and Steve watched as the hammer head flew off the handle.
Everything happened so fast that he didn't even have time to duck. The golden metal hit him right between the eyes on the forehead and the ridge of his nose.
Stunned from the impact Steve felt blood spurting out of his nose. It took a second for the pain to hit, but when it did his eyes watered instantly. His hands flew to his nose, and his knees buckled. Before he could go down though, Danny and Max were at his side.
"Sonofabitch," Steve mumbled through his fingers.
"Steve, I'm sorry, man," Danny said as he led his friend to a chair.
"Ugh… you broke m' nose," Steve answered as he sat down on the chair. His head and nose hurt like a bitch, and he felt slightly dizzy. Blood was still free flowing out of his nose, soaking his shirt and the floor between his feet.
Steve almost jumped out of his chair when he felt something cold slapped on his neck.
"Commander, let me see. Please remove your hands," Max said after he had placed a cold pack on Steve's neck.
Steve looked up at their ME with tear-filled eyes but didn't take his hands off his still heavily bleeding nose.
"Here, hold this to your nose," Max said and held a wad of gauze for Steve to take.
For a moment he wondered where Max got the supplies from so quickly, but then he took the gauze and carefully pressed it under his nose to staunch the bleeding. "Ya broke m' nose," Steve again said.
"Well, let me check that," Max said and without warning pressed on Steve's hurting nose, making him almost pass out from pain.
"Argggh," Steve groaned and almost struck out at Max who stood back surprised by Steve's intense reaction. "Poke your dead guys… ugh." He closed his eyes when a wave of dizziness washed over him.
"Commander, we need to stop the bleeding. That is a lot of blood you're losing," Max said in a concerned voice.
"We need to take you to the hospital," Danny chimed in.
"Not gonna…" Steve started to say, but was interrupted by a sneeze.
- - - H50 - - -
Queens Medical Center
Steve glared at this partner. Then he glared at the doctor who was just in the process of stuffing his nose with more gauze than Steve ever thought possible fitting in there.
"Ugh," he couldn't keep the groan in when the doctor again touched his fractured nose. For what Steve thought was the tenth time since the diagnosis of a broken nose was evident.
Thankfully the nose didn't have to be set, but it just wouldn't stop bleeding. Hence the gauze packing that should stay for at least one or two days. So far he had been lucky and the swelling was kept at a minimum, thanks to Max's quick actions. Of course all the medical attention his abused nose was getting didn't help with the pain.
His head throbbed and his nose send sharp pains into his head every time it was touched.
"I'm sorry, Commander. Almost done," the young ER intern apologized again. "How do you feel? Still dizzy?"
"A little," Steve grumbled. He didn't want to think about the embarrassing moment he had fainted. He was adamant it was due to blood loss from his then heavily bleeding nose, but Max had described to the ER doctor in vivid detail how his eyes had rolled back into his head when he had sneezed.
Steve had to admit pain had exploded not only in his nose and face, but mostly in his head when he had sneezed, accompanied by a huge torrent of blood and other even more disgusting stuff coming out of his nose. When he came to he had been on the floor with his two friends hovering over him. It was the only time Danny's smug grin had been swiped off his face and had been replaced with worry.
But now the stupid grin was back. And it was pissing him off. Because of him he now had a broken nose and had to run around with a stupid splint on said nose. Not even to mention the accompanying pain and humiliation.
"Well, you did lose quite a bit of blood. People often underestimate a nose bleed, but it can easily reach dangerous levels," the doctor explained and looked at the still grinning Danny.
Steve wondered what the heck had gotten into him today. This was not like Danny.
"As I said it can be dangerous," Dr. Walden continued. "I'll give you a prescription for antibiotics, you need to take all of them. Also a prescription for a pain reliever; take those as needed."
" 'K."
"Leave the packing alone; don't take it out."
Steve only looked at his doctor; he had no desire to take that stuff out of his nose. He was sure it would hurt like hell. Even though he now could only breathe through his mouth, which was rather annoying.
"Alright then, I will sign your papers and you're good to go. Come back in two days to remove the packing."
"Does he have a concussion?" Danny spoke up for the first time since they entered the ER.
"No, there is a nice bump to the forehead but no signs of a concussed brain," Dr. Walden answered with a smile.
Steve was not in the mood to smile about his 'luck' not to have a concussion, his head hurt like hell. And no matter what his doctor had told him, he didn't feel lucky right now.
"So, I can go now?" Steve asked.
Five minutes later the two friends were on their way back to HQ. One of them driving and the other stubbornly ignoring the tries to start a conversation. Steve looked down at the small bottle of pills they had given him. Before he leaned his aching head back he dry swallowed one of them. Hoping the magic drug would clear his head, make the pain more bearable and… if he was really lucky… drone out Danny.
- - - H50 - - -
The last part of his hope didn't work, but the trip to HQ was a short one.
"Steve, wait," Danny called out to him when they both stepped out of the car.
"What?" Steve turned and looked at his friend over the Camaro's roof.
"I am sorry. I'm sorry you got hurt because of me."
Steve looked at his partner and wondered if Danny thought he was blaming him. "I know that, Danny."
"Ever since back at the house you've been glaring at me. Lesser men would be dead by now," Danny said with a tentative smile.
"You were grinning like an idiot the whole time," Steve accused his friend. "You thought this was freaking hilarious…"
"Whoa! What? NO! Steve, that is ridiculous. I would never think…. what?"
Despite his best effort Steve had to smile at his suddenly very animated friend. His arms were flying like windmills and it was a rather comical sight. "Why the hell were you grinning like an idiot? You think this is funny?" Steve almost shouted, and then grabbed his still pounding head.
Don't yell. Not a good idea. Steve looked at his partner who looked like a fish gasping for air, but no words came out. He watched him for a moment longer, but then only shook his head and walked over to their headquarters.
"Steve. Listen, I don't know, OK. I don't think this is funny at all, and I am really sorry. I know how much that hurts," Danny said and motioned to the bandaged nose.
"When did you break your nose?" Steve asked, now interested in that story.
"Baseball practice. So not the point right now. I'm sorry if you thought I was not taking this seriously. I do. And I am sorry."
"You said that. Stop apologizing. It was an accident," Steve said and pushed open the door to the main office.
"What happened to you?" Chin called out from the smart table.
"Danny happened to me," was Steve's short answer as he strode into the office. "Cath and Kono back yet?"
"No, they are at the Hilton. Terry's manager was visiting Chuck and stays at the Hilton while in Hawaii. They also called his sister, and she will be on the next flight in from L.A.," Chin informed them of the development in their case while he looked at the two partners. Obviously hoping for a bit more of an explanation. "Did you find out anything at the scene?"
"Only that it was not a suicide. And that Terry liked the minimalistic style," Steve explained.
"Uh huh. Fong called, there were only the victim's prints on the gun."
"So that's a dead end?" Danny wanted to know.
"Maybe not. The gun didn't belong to Terry," Chin informed.
"What?"
"It's registered to Mildred Davies," Chin read from a file displayed on the screen.
"Who is Mildred Davies?" Steve asked. "Any connection to Terry?"
"Not that we know of so far. I have an address for her; do you want to question her?"
"No, you and Danny go. I'll stay here and take a look at your financial findings and wait for Cath and Kono."
"OK. It will take a couple of hours before we'll be back; she lives in Kailua."
- - - H50 - - -
Steve sat in his office after he changed into fresh clothes and still waited for his head to stop throbbing. At least his nose didn't hurt as much anymore. But it was a very strange and uncomfortable feeling having all that stuffing up his nose. Packing. The doctor called it packing.
He shook his head thinking about the young doctor explaining why they didn't cauterize the bleeding artery. And why he would be stuck with this stupid stuff in his nose. Steve snorted at the thought of what all he put up there, but then grimaced when it hurt.
Steve looked back at the files Chin had printed out. He had always preferred the hard copies, but of course knew that was not always possible or even efficient. But Steve could work better with something in his hands. And not just looking at a computer screen.*
Mr. Terry's bank account had some impressive numbers in it. He obviously had been wise in managing his money. Too bad he couldn't enjoy it any longer.
Steve looked through the different papers but nothing really caught his eye, so he put them aside and concentrated on the crime scene photos. Max had just sent them over by email. Steve had surveyed the scene when they had been at the house, but the photos showed every detail and they often found something on them they had missed while walking the scene.
This time though that didn't happen. Steve went through all the pictures and then decided to head over to meet with Max in person again, to learn more about their victim.
Steve stood up from his chair and had to grab the desk when a head rush took him by surprise. But the dizziness only lasted for a few seconds and he was good to go. Missing his returning female team members by mere minutes.
- - - H50 - - -
"Where the heck have you been?" Steve was greeted when he entered HQ again an hour later.
"What?"
"We tried to call you three times, but only got your voicemail," Chin calmly explained.
"First of all, I texted you that I went to see Max, and I didn't have any incoming calls." Steve showed his phone to prove his point.
"My calls had been rerouted to voicemail the other day," Chin explained. "I think it's a glitch in the software. I updated mine. If you want I can do yours too."
"Thanks, Chin," Steve answered and pushed his phone over the table to his friend. "Have you found out anything from Mrs. Davies? And where are Cath and Kono now?"
"Kono went to see the lab boys; they called and asked for one of us to head over there. And Cath is picking up lunch," Danny informed his partner. "How's your head?"
Steve only glared at him and ignored the question. "So, what about Mrs. Davies?"
"That was actually interesting," Danny explained. "She reported the gun stolen three days ago."
"Why isn't that in the system?" Steve wanted to know.
"I called Duke and he told me it is in the system, but the database hasn't been updated in the last 72 hours due to newly installed servers which are not all online yet," Chin said.
"What does that exactly mean?" Danny now asked.
"That information entered into the computer at HPD isn't automatically uploaded to the database. Fong used data that was not updated with the latest entries."
"How long will HPD be cut off from the database?" Steve asked.
"They should be back online later today. At least that is what they were told," Chin explained.
"OK, so we still have no idea who used that gun?"
"Not quite, but we do have a lead," Danny answered.
"How so?"
"Mrs. Davies told us that she had a visitor three days ago, the day her gun disappeared. A guy had asked about her old car, and she said she thought he was a strange man. Her words, not mine."
"Strange? What does that mean? Do we know who he was?"
"Yeah, we were just on our way out to pay him a visit. His name is Keaki Koo. He has a salvage yard and body shop on Pahouni Drive. We wanted to go check him out," Danny explained.
"OK, then let's go, I'll tell you what Max had to say on the way," Steve told them and turned to leave. "Danny, can you text Cath and Kono and tell them to meet us there?"
"Sure."
A couple of minutes later they were on their way to question Keaki Koo.
- - - H50 - - -
"Oh my God, Steve, what happened to you?" Was the first question out of Catherine's mouth when they met up at the junkyard.
"He forgot to duck," Danny provided an answer.
Steve whipped his head around and ignored the stabbing pain and the dizziness the movement brought, instead he glared at his friend. "Seriously? You're going with that?"
"What?"
"I guess I should have known you would throw a hammer at my face?" Not expecting an answer Steve continued, "Sure. Guess this was all my fault."
"You threw a hammer at him?" Chin and Catherine asked at the same time.
"I didn't throw a hammer, OK? It was an accident," Danny cried out.
"Right," Steve grumbled under his breath. "Let's go see Mr. Koo."
Steve took position in front of the huge metal gate that was at least 10 feet high and span across the width of the driveway. A heavy chain kept the two wings of the gate closed. The obligatory guard dog sign was prominent on it, but so far they hadn't seen or heard any dogs.
"Mr. Koo! Hello! Anyone home?" Chin yelled over to the garage-like building about 20 yards from the gate.
The sound of his voice hadn't even reached the building when a tall man in his twenties came out of the garage, took one look at them, dropped his toolbox and… ran.
Steve groaned out load, "Why do they always run?" He jumped up the chain-link fence and shinnied up the rest of the way. He swung over the edge and dropped down on the other side immediately feeling the thud of his feet hitting concrete travel right up to explode in his head. Steve ignored the sudden pain and grinned at his partner who threw up his hands in the air before he too jumped up the fence. But Steve didn't wait for Danny to make his way over, he gave chase after their fleeing suspect.
Steve was sure his doctor would have a fit if he could see him now. This was probably not what he had in mind when he told Steve to take it easy for a couple of days, at least until after the packing was removed. He could already feel his nose starting to bleed again. Or maybe that was just his imagination.
What was not his imagination was the headache he got from running after Koo. Every step he took went straight into his brain, resulting in mini explosions. Steve was sure that if he would close his eyes he would even see fireworks accompanying the explosions.
He was almost in tackling distance when he was just about to round another corner on the cluttered yard. But Steve didn't get the chance to tackle their suspect; instead something massive and furry rammed into him as soon as he rounded the corner behind the garage.
Steve was thrown off balance and crashed to the ground hard, landing on his shoulder, skidding a few feet unable to break his fall in any way. Pain shot into his arm and chest, but the worst pain started a moment later when the monster of a guard dog bit him.
Before he could even shake the dog off his six the second dog sank his teeth into Steve's foot. Biting right through the leather. In typical dog fashion he shook his prey and Steve cried out in pain when his foot was wildly shaken while the dog had it in a death grip.
Steve lay mostly on his belly, trying to protect his front when the dog again sank his teeth into the meaty part of Steve's lower back. Eliciting another cry of pain. For a fleeting second Steve thought where the heck his gun had landed after he had lost it in the attack.
The second dog was still trying to chew off Steve's toes when there was a gunshot and suddenly the dogs were gone. Leaving Steve in a cloud of dust and blood.
Steve tried to breathe, but the dust and sand made him cough, and that made his head and nose hurt in an incredible way. He felt lightheaded, probably from blood loss. He could feel that blood was again free flowing. He thought he should get up, to check his team and see what the heck had happened. But it was hard thinking straight. He felt kind of oddly detached from it all, and that should worry him. But he just didn't have the energy to care.
His body hadn't replenished the first blood loss yet, so he was fast going into shock. Steve was not able to prevent that, didn't even realize it.
Next thing he clearly knew he was lying on his back with his feet held up by Kono while Catherine knelt next to him.
"Steve?"
"Huh?"
- - - H50 - - -
Back in the bedroom
"What the heck are you snickering about now?" Steve asked in annoyance coming back to the present.
"You. It was just too funny when you came to, not even really awake how you checked if your equipment was still attached," Cath told him still grinning, obviously remembering the scene.
Steve blushed slightly thinking about that. "Oh, you thought that was funny? I remember you looked pretty scared," he softly said.
"Yeah, well, when we got to you… there was so much blood and you were out cold. So, excuse me if I was slightly worried."
"You're forgiven," Steve told her with a smile. But then grimaced again when the shot he had received to numb his foot started to wear off.
"Do you want another pain pill?"
"No, they make me fuzzy."
"Well, looking at you, I think fuzzy would be kind of a good thing," Cath said smiling down at him.
"Ha, ha, you're hilarious. Ouch," Steve grumbled when he wiggled his bandaged toes.
"Stop that. You will only pull the stitches," Cath told him and gently lay her hand on his leg to stop his movements.
Steve had gotten restless in the last few minutes. First, he needed to use the bathroom, and second because his foot had started to hurt. No wonder with over 30 stitches in there, he thought to himself.
"Do we have a plastic bag?"
"What do you want with a bag?" Cath asked him.
"I want to take a shower, and I can't get my foot wet."
"What about the other stitches?"
"We can put a waterproof bandaid on it," Steve said while he scooted over to the edge of the bed.
His shoulder hurt only a little, it was just slightly bruised, but no real damage done. His head still hurt a bit, and he tried to ignore the pain in his butt. Not easy while sitting on it. At least the mattress was soft and not pressing too much on the twenty seven neat stitches the doctor had put in there. And while they had numbed his foot to clean and stitch it up, they didn't do so for his six. It had hurt. A lot.
And what had really hurt was the huge needle they had stuck in his belly. To prevent rabies, in case the dogs had it. Those shots were no fun, and he would have to get even more of them. He had told them his inoculations were all up to date, rabies included, but they did it anyway. So not cool.
"How about I'll give you a sponge bath instead?"
"Cath… no, I really need a shower," Steve whined, but had to admit being upright made him dizzy again.
"Come on, lie back down," Cath said and gently pushed him back down. "Remember, the doctor said to be careful, you might still get severe dizzy spells from low blood pressure. And I can see that happened right now."
"But I need to pee," Steve grumbled. "And I'm not doing that lying down."
"OK, we will take it slow to the bathroom, but no shower," Cath offered.
"Fine," Steve conceded and made his way back up and off the bed, ignoring the pain in his butt.
They made it to the bathroom and back without mishap, but Steve was glad to lie back down. He was kind of enjoying the attention he was getting from his girlfriend while she rearranged the pillows so he could lie as comfortable as possible.
"Thank you. I know I'm not the best patient," Steve softly said.
"I know you hate this, but Steve, we all need a little TLC at one point or the other. And I will always be happy to provide it."
"I could think of something else you could provide, that would distract me from my various injuries," Steve told her with a smirk.
"Oh, you think we should test if that still attached equipment is fully functioning?" Cath asked with a grin.
"Uh huh."
"Correct me if I'm wrong, but isn't that how your bad day started?" she asked with a smile.
"Maybe we need to start all over?" he hopefully suggested.
And so they did, both thankful that all said equipment was in perfect working order.
- - - H50 - - -
*Referring to 1.09, the Nick Taylor episode when Steve did research on the killed Agent. He had files all over his desk.