He's not going to answer that question, because it's none of McGarrett's goddamn business if Grace comes here, even if he must know she does, because that's as logical a step as figuring out she's his daughter, right?
It's not like Danny's got a beach house or oceanview condo hiding somewhere up his sleeve, or a mansion in the back yard.
He keeps to the edge of the room, walking casually, hands in his pockets, to a chair across from where McGarrett's standing, flipping through the file he'd brought. The file Danny recognizes, because it's his.
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"What are you, Nanny 911?"
He's not going to answer that question, because it's none of McGarrett's goddamn business if Grace comes here, even if he must know she does, because that's as logical a step as figuring out she's his daughter, right?
It's not like Danny's got a beach house or oceanview condo hiding somewhere up his sleeve, or a mansion in the back yard.
He keeps to the edge of the room, walking casually, hands in his pockets, to a chair across from where McGarrett's standing, flipping through the file he'd brought. The file Danny recognizes, because it's his.
Asshole.