FIC Explosive Meeting
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shanachie_quillTitle: Explosive Meeting
Characters: Danny Williams, Steve McGarrett, Grace Williams, Meka Hanamoa; other peripheral characters
Fandom: Hawaii Five-O AU
Summary: Danny Williams is a Major in the Army and a single father, he’s just fine with his life. But slight miscalculation by the EOD and he’s got a whole new set of complications he wasn’t looking for.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Language, including military jargon
Disclaimer: No one recognizable belongs to me and I kinda slid them sideways. Also I did something I hate doing and took some liberties with the military here. Sorry!
Author's Note: So a few weeks ago,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
swing_set13 posted an old picture of Scott Caan…with no hair. No really, he had pretty much no hair. Actually he had a buzzcut and made the comment that it looked like Danny had joined the military…I said I might need to poke at that and this is what I ended up with. I actually ended up with this and then two other little stories…so the links to those are at the end of this since they take place after this. I am a horrible friend...![[info]](https://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif?v=1)
emocezi was totally awesome, spectacular, stupendous, and the main reason this story got finished as quickly as it did...and I forgot to give her credit for a) helping me and b) reminding me that everyone does not speak fluent military.
For those of you not up on military lingo, I’ve included definitions at the end.
“I just don’t understand why just because I’m a single father in the US military I have to get roped into all these things,” Danny complained as his hands automatically field stripped the M4 he’d been using on the range that morning. “I mean I get that Gracie doesn’t have her mom to do it, but why can’t Amy fill in? It’s perfectly acceptable for her to fill in at other times.”
“Because sometimes, haole, they really do want a parent there,” Meka responded. “And you, my friend, are her parent.”
“I hate that word, I hate that word, I hate that word,” Danny replied without any heat. “Remind me again why I didn’t enroll my daughter in the brat school? And listened to you when you said culture would be good for her?”
Meka opened his mouth to reply, but was cut off by the whistling of something that sounded suspiciously like a mortar shell. Danny controlled his instinctual flinch, but just barely, turning immediately towards the sound. “What the hell?” Meka said.
“That sounded like…” Danny’s response was cut off by the sound of an impact, close enough that they both felt the shockwave. “Okay, what the fuck?”
A secondary explosion followed the sounds of the first and they exchanged glances, quickly slotting together their M4s and storing them. “EOD has live fire down for today,” Meka pointed out. “But that sounded way too close.”
Danny looked at him in horror. “That’s today? No it’s tomorrow.”
“It’s today. They’ve got some gung-ho SEAL back from the ‘Stan who’s putting together a new team. Wanted to see what people could…oh you didn’t.”
“I always park out there,” Danny reminded him as they rounded the corner and came to a halt just at the edge of the lot. “It’s a lot quicker to cut across…” his voice trailed off as they spied the burning hulk. “Oh, crap.”
From the other direction, three people decked out in full gear were moving at a quick jog towards them. The tallest of the three pushed back his helmet as they got close enough to get a good look at the fire. “I think your aim was a little off, probie,” he commented with a wide grin.
“His…aim…was a little off!?” Danny yelped. “You blew up my car!”
“Her aim actually,” the man commented absently, his attention still on the fire. “And what was your car doing within our target range anyway?”
“It was not within the target range! It was clearly within the specified parking area, just because you can’t keep your ordinance inside your target zone doesn’t give you free range to blow. Up. My. Car!” Danny pointed at the marked signs, then at the fence the three had obviously come through since the gate was hanging open. “Why are you even firing things if you can’t do something as simple as a distance calculation?”
“We weren’t firing things,” the man responded, finally turning away from the burning hulk that used to be Danny’s car. “We were testing out a single use launcher. Obviously I should have checked Kalakaua‘s calculations more carefully, but you shouldn’t have parked your Datsun here.” He frowned at that. “A Datsun? Who drives those?” Shaking his head, he continued, “We weren’t aiming for…”
“We? We?” Danny sputtered. “There was more than one person involved?! Aiming? Oh my god. You crazies actually planned this? Walk just…go away just leave me with what’s left of my perfect fine car or at least it was until you…seriously…I went to Afghanistan and did not have issues like this.”
“Is there a problem here?” the voice came from behind them and they spun around as he continued, “I mean besides the obvious. McGarrett, what have I told you about blowing things up that we might need later?”
The man actually managed to straighten up more as he turned to face the new man. “It’s not actually ours, Sir. Kalakaua had a slight…miscalculation.”
The man’s eyebrow raised in a look of disbelief. “Which isn’t actually yours, Commander? The explosion? Or what you hit?”
“The car, Sir. I take full responsibility for the explosion, Sir. I should have checked her calculations before allowing her free range to fire,” McGarrett responded. He rocked back on his heels and took another look at the smoldering car. “Although she did hit it square on.”
Danny squawked from behind them. “That was my car! It wasn’t a target for EOD to use as target practice.”
“Danny,” Meka started, “I don’t think there’s much that can be done about it now. Come on, we’ll call it into Command and see what they say.”
“Command? You don’t work for the DoD?” McGarrett questioned.
Both Danny and Meka straightened up at that, pulling themselves to attention, but it was Meka that answered, “No. We don’t. Lieutenant Colonel Meka Hanamoa, PacComm.” He indicated Danny who was still standing by his side. “My partner, Major Daniel Williams.” He started to say more, but the chorus of Guns & Roses “Sweet Child o’ Mine” blaring from Danny’s pocket interrupted him.
Danny winced, digging into his pocket and trying to quiet the noise. “Excuse me, Sir. I have to take this.” Stepping away, he was still close enough for them all to hear, “Hey, Gracie. What’s wrong, Monkey?” before he moved out of range.
By the time he returned, the team of firefighters had gotten the blaze down to hot spots and he could see there was no real salvaging it. He really wasn’t looking forward to the reports this was going to entail. The gleeful grin had faded from McGarrett and Kalakaua’s faces in his absence though and all three of the EOD team were nodding as the other man (apparently their CO, now that Danny got a good look at his bars) gave them a modified dressing down. As he rejoined the group the man turned to him, “Major Williams, I’ll see about getting the paperwork pushed through to get you a replacement vehicle, but it’s going to take a few days. Meanwhile Commander McGarrett and his team are offering their sincerest apologies for their terrible aim. And will be completing the paperwork on their own,” he finished with a glare at McGarrett who had muttered “It was a Datsun!”
The stoic man, the only one of the three who hadn’t been grinning upon their arrival, kicked McGarrett at his words. “Steve,” he said through clenched teeth. “Take the deal.”
“Fine,” Danny agreed. “I need…” He sighed looking at what was left of his car.
“Grace needs you?” Meka questioned and when Danny nodded, his friend pointed towards the other lot. “I’ll give you a lift.” He pulled his wallet out of his pocket, handing over a card with their office and his cell numbers on it. “You can reach us there, Sir,” he explained. Nudging Danny to get him moving, he lead the other man in the right direction.
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Steve glanced down at the paper he’d scrawled the address on, then up at the house he’d stopped in front of. It wasn’t what he’d been expecting. Then again, he wasn’t exactly sure what he’d been expecting, but a petite, brown haired girl attempting to do cartwheels in the front yard of a well-kept house wasn’t it.
She stopped as he parked the car in front of the house, tossing her pigtails out of her face and turning right side up. As he got out of the car, she watched him warily, but didn’t back up towards the open garage door from which he could just make out what sounded like ‘80s hair bands. “Hi,” he tried when she continued to observe him.
“Daddy says I shouldn’t talk to strangers,” she replied.
“Your dad’s pretty smart,” Steve agreed. “You shouldn’t. Maybe if I talk to him, he could introduce us and then we won’t be strangers.”
She frowned as she considered this logic, but still didn’t move. “Do you work with my daddy? You don’t look like you’re in the Army.”
Steve winced, trying to figure out how to explain that one. Technically he didn’t work with Danny, but since they were both in the military, he might be able to slide around the logistics. He was opening his mouth to attempt to explain it when the man in question came out of the garage and he almost swallowed his tongue.
Danny at the range had been dressed semi-casually in mufti that had consisted of jeans and a button down shirt. This Danny, who had apparently been tinkering with something in the garage, had on a pair of well worn, ripped jeans and a wife beater that had seen better days itself. A smear of something, most likely grease, covered one bicep and part of the tattoo there and part of the front of his shirt. It was easy to see why as Danny, obviously not knowing Steve was there, lifted the shirt to wipe the sweat off his face. When he lowered it, he looked around, apparently searching for the girl and that was when he saw Steve. “Christ,” he swore and then realized the girl was there. “Gracie, would you please go inside and get me a soda?” he asked, not taking his eyes off Steve.
She grinned sunnily at him and skipped towards the house, answering, “Sure, Danno!”
When she’d disappeared inside, Danny pointed his finger at Steve. “What the hell are you doing here? Are you stalking me?!”
“Danno?” Steve questioned with a grin.
“Don’t. Just don’t.” Danny started to run a hand over his head before thinking better of it. “Please tell me you aren’t stalking me.”
Steve kicked at the curb, looking down as he muttered something in response.
“I’m sorry. What? Did you say something?” Danny cupped his hand behind his ear. “I couldn’t quite hear you.”
The other man raised his voice. “I said no. I’m not stalking you.” He waved a hand at the car. “I figure it’s going to take at least a couple of days for someone to decide who’s paying for your car and then who knows how long before you get the money. I was hoping you’d let me loan you the Marquis. Since it’s my fault yours is…slag.”
Danny eyed the car. “You want me to put my daughter in that…that…substandard…” Danny sputtered.
“You were driving a Datsun!” Steve retorted.
“It was all I could afford!” Danny yelled back.
Steve filed that information away as Danny took a deep breath, obviously trying to calm down. “Look I’m not trying to get in the middle of whatever’s going on here. I just…I have the bad habit of being kinda hellbent for leather. I’ve always been that way and Chin kinda smacked upside the head after you left and pointed out that I might not have handled that the greatest. I mean we really weren’t aiming for your car. But it was a Datsun.”
Danny pinched the bridge of his nose because the last thing he needed was to start yelling again. He’d heard the door slam; which meant Grace was headed towards him with the soda and his neighbors really didn’t need a free show. “Daddy?” she asked.
“Its okay, Monkey,” Danny replied, feeling a little bit of his tenseness ease at the sight of his daughter. “McGarrett, meet my girl, Grace. Grace, this is Commander McGarrett.”
Grace smiled sunnily at Steve, stepping forward and politely offering the hand that wasn’t holding the soda she’d been sent to fetch. “It’s very nice to meet you, Commander McGarrett.”
Steve smiled awkwardly as he accepted her hand. “I’m glad to meet you also, Grace.”
She turned to her father as Steve shoved his hands into the pockets of his cargo pants. “Is Commander McGarrett a stranger, Daddy?”
Danny sighed. “No, he’s not. Why don’t you go put your bicycle away? I need to talk to the commander for a minute.”
“I’m hun-gry,” she protested.
“Okay. Go put your bike away and as soon as I’m done here, I’ll come make dinner.”
She considered this for a moment, then grabbed his arm. It was apparently something they were well accustomed to because Steve could see Danny immediately tighten his arm and she lifted her feet; hanging for a minute and swinging on it. “Dad-dy! I’m really hun-gry!”
Danny’s face transformed as he grinned down at her, bending down and grabbing her around the waist. “I’m hungry too. I think I’ll have Gracie for dinner.” She giggled hysterically as he tipped her before setting her on the ground. “I’ll make meatloaf when I’m done talking.”
“But I don’t want…” She stamped her foot. “Meatloaf!”
“Grace.” His voice held a warning note now and she frowned obviously aware she’d pushed him too far. “Meatloaf is filling. And I’ll make potatoes to go with it. Bicycle. Now.”
“Hey, I’d love company for dinner,” Steve interrupted. “What about pizza? My treat.”
“We don’t need…” Danny started, but Grace was looking up at him with her big blue eyes, “Danno, please?”
“Yeah, please?” Steve repeated, smiling at him. “I promise not to inadvertently blow anything else up.”
Danny glared at him. “Why don’t I find that comforting?” He sighed. Somehow he had a feeling he was going to regret this. “Okay, but lemme clean up. And there damn well better be no pineapple on my pizza.”
“Swear jar, Daddy,” Grace chirped from beside him.
“Yeah, Monkey.” He put a hand on her head and turned her towards the house. “I have a feeling your swear jar’s gonna get a big influx of cash. You might as well come in, McGarrett. It’s gonna take me a minute to clean up.”
Steve smiled as he followed the two into the house. Maybe it hadn’t been what he’d intended, but it would be an interesting evening.
DoD--Department of Defense (civilian branch of the military)
PacComm--Pacific Command (combined command of military stationed in Honolulu that directs the Pacific forces of the US military)
EOD--explosives and demolitions (pretty much every branch of the military has this--they blow things up and deal with the bomb squad part of the military)
CO--commanding officer
mufti--civilian clothing worn by off-duty military personal (also generally means you don't have to salute)
An Afternoon Distraction Unwelcome Visitor
Characters: Danny Williams, Steve McGarrett, Grace Williams, Meka Hanamoa; other peripheral characters
Fandom: Hawaii Five-O AU
Summary: Danny Williams is a Major in the Army and a single father, he’s just fine with his life. But slight miscalculation by the EOD and he’s got a whole new set of complications he wasn’t looking for.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Language, including military jargon
Disclaimer: No one recognizable belongs to me and I kinda slid them sideways. Also I did something I hate doing and took some liberties with the military here. Sorry!
Author's Note: So a few weeks ago,
swing_set13 posted an old picture of Scott Caan…with no hair. No really, he had pretty much no hair. Actually he had a buzzcut and made the comment that it looked like Danny had joined the military…I said I might need to poke at that and this is what I ended up with. I actually ended up with this and then two other little stories…so the links to those are at the end of this since they take place after this. I am a horrible friend...emocezi was totally awesome, spectacular, stupendous, and the main reason this story got finished as quickly as it did...and I forgot to give her credit for a) helping me and b) reminding me that everyone does not speak fluent military.For those of you not up on military lingo, I’ve included definitions at the end.
“I just don’t understand why just because I’m a single father in the US military I have to get roped into all these things,” Danny complained as his hands automatically field stripped the M4 he’d been using on the range that morning. “I mean I get that Gracie doesn’t have her mom to do it, but why can’t Amy fill in? It’s perfectly acceptable for her to fill in at other times.”
“Because sometimes, haole, they really do want a parent there,” Meka responded. “And you, my friend, are her parent.”
“I hate that word, I hate that word, I hate that word,” Danny replied without any heat. “Remind me again why I didn’t enroll my daughter in the brat school? And listened to you when you said culture would be good for her?”
Meka opened his mouth to reply, but was cut off by the whistling of something that sounded suspiciously like a mortar shell. Danny controlled his instinctual flinch, but just barely, turning immediately towards the sound. “What the hell?” Meka said.
“That sounded like…” Danny’s response was cut off by the sound of an impact, close enough that they both felt the shockwave. “Okay, what the fuck?”
A secondary explosion followed the sounds of the first and they exchanged glances, quickly slotting together their M4s and storing them. “EOD has live fire down for today,” Meka pointed out. “But that sounded way too close.”
Danny looked at him in horror. “That’s today? No it’s tomorrow.”
“It’s today. They’ve got some gung-ho SEAL back from the ‘Stan who’s putting together a new team. Wanted to see what people could…oh you didn’t.”
“I always park out there,” Danny reminded him as they rounded the corner and came to a halt just at the edge of the lot. “It’s a lot quicker to cut across…” his voice trailed off as they spied the burning hulk. “Oh, crap.”
From the other direction, three people decked out in full gear were moving at a quick jog towards them. The tallest of the three pushed back his helmet as they got close enough to get a good look at the fire. “I think your aim was a little off, probie,” he commented with a wide grin.
“His…aim…was a little off!?” Danny yelped. “You blew up my car!”
“Her aim actually,” the man commented absently, his attention still on the fire. “And what was your car doing within our target range anyway?”
“It was not within the target range! It was clearly within the specified parking area, just because you can’t keep your ordinance inside your target zone doesn’t give you free range to blow. Up. My. Car!” Danny pointed at the marked signs, then at the fence the three had obviously come through since the gate was hanging open. “Why are you even firing things if you can’t do something as simple as a distance calculation?”
“We weren’t firing things,” the man responded, finally turning away from the burning hulk that used to be Danny’s car. “We were testing out a single use launcher. Obviously I should have checked Kalakaua‘s calculations more carefully, but you shouldn’t have parked your Datsun here.” He frowned at that. “A Datsun? Who drives those?” Shaking his head, he continued, “We weren’t aiming for…”
“We? We?” Danny sputtered. “There was more than one person involved?! Aiming? Oh my god. You crazies actually planned this? Walk just…go away just leave me with what’s left of my perfect fine car or at least it was until you…seriously…I went to Afghanistan and did not have issues like this.”
“Is there a problem here?” the voice came from behind them and they spun around as he continued, “I mean besides the obvious. McGarrett, what have I told you about blowing things up that we might need later?”
The man actually managed to straighten up more as he turned to face the new man. “It’s not actually ours, Sir. Kalakaua had a slight…miscalculation.”
The man’s eyebrow raised in a look of disbelief. “Which isn’t actually yours, Commander? The explosion? Or what you hit?”
“The car, Sir. I take full responsibility for the explosion, Sir. I should have checked her calculations before allowing her free range to fire,” McGarrett responded. He rocked back on his heels and took another look at the smoldering car. “Although she did hit it square on.”
Danny squawked from behind them. “That was my car! It wasn’t a target for EOD to use as target practice.”
“Danny,” Meka started, “I don’t think there’s much that can be done about it now. Come on, we’ll call it into Command and see what they say.”
“Command? You don’t work for the DoD?” McGarrett questioned.
Both Danny and Meka straightened up at that, pulling themselves to attention, but it was Meka that answered, “No. We don’t. Lieutenant Colonel Meka Hanamoa, PacComm.” He indicated Danny who was still standing by his side. “My partner, Major Daniel Williams.” He started to say more, but the chorus of Guns & Roses “Sweet Child o’ Mine” blaring from Danny’s pocket interrupted him.
Danny winced, digging into his pocket and trying to quiet the noise. “Excuse me, Sir. I have to take this.” Stepping away, he was still close enough for them all to hear, “Hey, Gracie. What’s wrong, Monkey?” before he moved out of range.
By the time he returned, the team of firefighters had gotten the blaze down to hot spots and he could see there was no real salvaging it. He really wasn’t looking forward to the reports this was going to entail. The gleeful grin had faded from McGarrett and Kalakaua’s faces in his absence though and all three of the EOD team were nodding as the other man (apparently their CO, now that Danny got a good look at his bars) gave them a modified dressing down. As he rejoined the group the man turned to him, “Major Williams, I’ll see about getting the paperwork pushed through to get you a replacement vehicle, but it’s going to take a few days. Meanwhile Commander McGarrett and his team are offering their sincerest apologies for their terrible aim. And will be completing the paperwork on their own,” he finished with a glare at McGarrett who had muttered “It was a Datsun!”
The stoic man, the only one of the three who hadn’t been grinning upon their arrival, kicked McGarrett at his words. “Steve,” he said through clenched teeth. “Take the deal.”
“Fine,” Danny agreed. “I need…” He sighed looking at what was left of his car.
“Grace needs you?” Meka questioned and when Danny nodded, his friend pointed towards the other lot. “I’ll give you a lift.” He pulled his wallet out of his pocket, handing over a card with their office and his cell numbers on it. “You can reach us there, Sir,” he explained. Nudging Danny to get him moving, he lead the other man in the right direction.
Steve glanced down at the paper he’d scrawled the address on, then up at the house he’d stopped in front of. It wasn’t what he’d been expecting. Then again, he wasn’t exactly sure what he’d been expecting, but a petite, brown haired girl attempting to do cartwheels in the front yard of a well-kept house wasn’t it.
She stopped as he parked the car in front of the house, tossing her pigtails out of her face and turning right side up. As he got out of the car, she watched him warily, but didn’t back up towards the open garage door from which he could just make out what sounded like ‘80s hair bands. “Hi,” he tried when she continued to observe him.
“Daddy says I shouldn’t talk to strangers,” she replied.
“Your dad’s pretty smart,” Steve agreed. “You shouldn’t. Maybe if I talk to him, he could introduce us and then we won’t be strangers.”
She frowned as she considered this logic, but still didn’t move. “Do you work with my daddy? You don’t look like you’re in the Army.”
Steve winced, trying to figure out how to explain that one. Technically he didn’t work with Danny, but since they were both in the military, he might be able to slide around the logistics. He was opening his mouth to attempt to explain it when the man in question came out of the garage and he almost swallowed his tongue.
Danny at the range had been dressed semi-casually in mufti that had consisted of jeans and a button down shirt. This Danny, who had apparently been tinkering with something in the garage, had on a pair of well worn, ripped jeans and a wife beater that had seen better days itself. A smear of something, most likely grease, covered one bicep and part of the tattoo there and part of the front of his shirt. It was easy to see why as Danny, obviously not knowing Steve was there, lifted the shirt to wipe the sweat off his face. When he lowered it, he looked around, apparently searching for the girl and that was when he saw Steve. “Christ,” he swore and then realized the girl was there. “Gracie, would you please go inside and get me a soda?” he asked, not taking his eyes off Steve.
She grinned sunnily at him and skipped towards the house, answering, “Sure, Danno!”
When she’d disappeared inside, Danny pointed his finger at Steve. “What the hell are you doing here? Are you stalking me?!”
“Danno?” Steve questioned with a grin.
“Don’t. Just don’t.” Danny started to run a hand over his head before thinking better of it. “Please tell me you aren’t stalking me.”
Steve kicked at the curb, looking down as he muttered something in response.
“I’m sorry. What? Did you say something?” Danny cupped his hand behind his ear. “I couldn’t quite hear you.”
The other man raised his voice. “I said no. I’m not stalking you.” He waved a hand at the car. “I figure it’s going to take at least a couple of days for someone to decide who’s paying for your car and then who knows how long before you get the money. I was hoping you’d let me loan you the Marquis. Since it’s my fault yours is…slag.”
Danny eyed the car. “You want me to put my daughter in that…that…substandard…” Danny sputtered.
“You were driving a Datsun!” Steve retorted.
“It was all I could afford!” Danny yelled back.
Steve filed that information away as Danny took a deep breath, obviously trying to calm down. “Look I’m not trying to get in the middle of whatever’s going on here. I just…I have the bad habit of being kinda hellbent for leather. I’ve always been that way and Chin kinda smacked upside the head after you left and pointed out that I might not have handled that the greatest. I mean we really weren’t aiming for your car. But it was a Datsun.”
Danny pinched the bridge of his nose because the last thing he needed was to start yelling again. He’d heard the door slam; which meant Grace was headed towards him with the soda and his neighbors really didn’t need a free show. “Daddy?” she asked.
“Its okay, Monkey,” Danny replied, feeling a little bit of his tenseness ease at the sight of his daughter. “McGarrett, meet my girl, Grace. Grace, this is Commander McGarrett.”
Grace smiled sunnily at Steve, stepping forward and politely offering the hand that wasn’t holding the soda she’d been sent to fetch. “It’s very nice to meet you, Commander McGarrett.”
Steve smiled awkwardly as he accepted her hand. “I’m glad to meet you also, Grace.”
She turned to her father as Steve shoved his hands into the pockets of his cargo pants. “Is Commander McGarrett a stranger, Daddy?”
Danny sighed. “No, he’s not. Why don’t you go put your bicycle away? I need to talk to the commander for a minute.”
“I’m hun-gry,” she protested.
“Okay. Go put your bike away and as soon as I’m done here, I’ll come make dinner.”
She considered this for a moment, then grabbed his arm. It was apparently something they were well accustomed to because Steve could see Danny immediately tighten his arm and she lifted her feet; hanging for a minute and swinging on it. “Dad-dy! I’m really hun-gry!”
Danny’s face transformed as he grinned down at her, bending down and grabbing her around the waist. “I’m hungry too. I think I’ll have Gracie for dinner.” She giggled hysterically as he tipped her before setting her on the ground. “I’ll make meatloaf when I’m done talking.”
“But I don’t want…” She stamped her foot. “Meatloaf!”
“Grace.” His voice held a warning note now and she frowned obviously aware she’d pushed him too far. “Meatloaf is filling. And I’ll make potatoes to go with it. Bicycle. Now.”
“Hey, I’d love company for dinner,” Steve interrupted. “What about pizza? My treat.”
“We don’t need…” Danny started, but Grace was looking up at him with her big blue eyes, “Danno, please?”
“Yeah, please?” Steve repeated, smiling at him. “I promise not to inadvertently blow anything else up.”
Danny glared at him. “Why don’t I find that comforting?” He sighed. Somehow he had a feeling he was going to regret this. “Okay, but lemme clean up. And there damn well better be no pineapple on my pizza.”
“Swear jar, Daddy,” Grace chirped from beside him.
“Yeah, Monkey.” He put a hand on her head and turned her towards the house. “I have a feeling your swear jar’s gonna get a big influx of cash. You might as well come in, McGarrett. It’s gonna take me a minute to clean up.”
Steve smiled as he followed the two into the house. Maybe it hadn’t been what he’d intended, but it would be an interesting evening.
DoD--Department of Defense (civilian branch of the military)
PacComm--Pacific Command (combined command of military stationed in Honolulu that directs the Pacific forces of the US military)
EOD--explosives and demolitions (pretty much every branch of the military has this--they blow things up and deal with the bomb squad part of the military)
CO--commanding officer
mufti--civilian clothing worn by off-duty military personal (also generally means you don't have to salute)
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