Danny 'Danno' Williams

So, last night there'd been a bit of a tiff over the therapy stuff. But that wasn't going to stop Danny from swinging by in the morning to pick up Steve for work. And by 'pick up' he meant 'drive over so Steve could steal his keys and drive his car'.

Which was perfectly normal. For them.

But the door was ajar. Which wasn't like Steve at all and why Danny was already drawing his sidearm and very carefully making his way inside to find the mess therein. Definite signs of a struggle from the living room to the kitchen and out onto the lanai.

"Steve? Steve?""

When no answer came, he cursed under his breath and holstered the gun to call Duke to get an HPD crime scene unit here, following it up with a call to Chin.

[establishy!]

While Danny's place wasn't as nice as Steve's because it couldn't be rented out for weddings and parties, it was still probably too nice for someone on a cop's budget. Why? Because reasons. That's why. You just learned to not question these things when watching a CBS procedural cop show.

It was probably sponsored by the Hilton!

Either way, it was another morning in the paradise that was Hawaii.

[for the folks visiting!]

Well, they'd managed to get back to Hawaii without too much trouble. Which was quite the accomplishment if you asked Danny. At least after the whole... Afghanistan thing.

Which was why Danny was sort of waiting for the other shoe to drop here.

But he was doing it quietly, because he'd have Grace the entire day tomorrow before she went back to spending Christmas day with her mother. Hence the sulking hanging out with Steve in the meantime. "You can't open gifts until tomorrow at the earliest. It's just a rule."

You know. By bickering.

[for the SEAL! but of course open for calls or texts]

Since it had happened via the beach chairs, and Steve was getting weird about potentially leaving them behind, they were back at where they'd been stashed on the beach of Fandom.

Which they found had been turned into a sort of porg condominium. Because porgs.

And so, once that had been cleared up, Danny and Steve had settled back onto the chairs. It hadn't seemed to take that long, but shortly after that, it was dark out. But also, the ocean was different. And there was the sound of the party they'd been yanked away from weeks ago filtered down toward them. Because they were back on O'ahu, thank god.

Steve beamed. "Hey, look at that. Think there's any beer left?"

Danny shot him a look and shook his head like he couldn't believe Steve was being Steve about all this. Even if it was a very nice constant to depend on.

[establishy!]