Grace doesn't sound concerned when he tells her he might have a new job and a new partner -- concerns of never seeing Meka again are easily put to rest -- but that could be because he doesn't tell her got shot today.
And he won't. Possibly not ever. She doesn't need to know, doesn't need to be at the point where she starts worrying about him while he's on the job, and she definitely doesn't need to know because Rachel doesn't need to know, would only use it against him in some inconceivably evil way.
So he doesn't bring it up, just reiterates that they'll have a good time this weekend, that he's sure he'll be done with the new case by then -- only a couple of days away, too soon and too far away, all at once -- and feels bubbles burst champagne joy in his chest when her love you, Danno floats across the line.
"Love you, too, Monkey," he says, and it actually lasts for a second, this feeling, even after he hangs up, even with Steve McGarrett, the fearless, brainless wonder in the house where his father was killed ahead of him and six months alone on this island behind.
Until the phone rings, again, and he glances at it, slides the bar to answer. "Hello?"
It's Chin Ho Kelly with an update, and Danny's nodding into the phone as he gathers up the box of equipment and heads towards the house. The conversation's short, and he drops the phone into his pocket before opening up the door and stepping into the dim, cool, cluttered interior. "Yo."
It looks the same as it did this morning, with the addition of Steve bent over a laptop on the table. "Just spoke to Chin, he's setting up the meet with Sang Min." He proffers the box, letting himself in, walking towards the table. "Got that surveillance equipment you asked for."
Maybe not in so many words. But that's what it is, right?
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Date: 2014-09-09 03:02 am (UTC)And he won't. Possibly not ever. She doesn't need to know, doesn't need to be at the point where she starts worrying about him while he's on the job, and she definitely doesn't need to know because Rachel doesn't need to know, would only use it against him in some inconceivably evil way.
So he doesn't bring it up, just reiterates that they'll have a good time this weekend, that he's sure he'll be done with the new case by then -- only a couple of days away, too soon and too far away, all at once -- and feels bubbles burst champagne joy in his chest when her love you, Danno floats across the line.
"Love you, too, Monkey," he says, and it actually lasts for a second, this feeling, even after he hangs up, even with Steve McGarrett, the fearless, brainless wonder in the house where his father was killed ahead of him and six months alone on this island behind.
Until the phone rings, again, and he glances at it, slides the bar to answer. "Hello?"
It's Chin Ho Kelly with an update, and Danny's nodding into the phone as he gathers up the box of equipment and heads towards the house. The conversation's short, and he drops the phone into his pocket before opening up the door and stepping into the dim, cool, cluttered interior. "Yo."
It looks the same as it did this morning, with the addition of Steve bent over a laptop on the table. "Just spoke to Chin, he's setting up the meet with Sang Min." He proffers the box, letting himself in, walking towards the table. "Got that surveillance equipment you asked for."
Maybe not in so many words. But that's what it is, right?