Remote Area of O'ahu, Thursday night

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So the week had been entirely full of frustations, which made it just fucking perfect for Danny and Steve's first governor-mandated therapy session. Steve left the office half expecting to be fired or locked up and so he was deeply grateful for their field trip to the middle of nowhere: a spot on the rocky coastline of the island with palm trees and photogenic rocks, and a place that exactly matched the photo on the postcard Matt Williams had sent to Danny a month after Matt had disappeared as he ran from both the FBI and Colombian drug lords.

Matt had made some choices.

Steve hadn't really expected to find anything here, but they'd dug around to see if the money Matt owed the drug lords had actually been stashed here and that led to where they were now: Steve, covered in sweat and dirt, staring down into the third hole and the duffle he'd just unearthed. "Huh."

[OOC: For that mouthy guy.]

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Well, the physical activity was better than the therapy had been. Which wasn't something Danny would normally think, but they were still working off whatever the hell was going on in Fandom.

"Christ, Matty," Danny muttered.

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Steve gave it a quick check to make sure it wasn't explosives or body parts--their lives were weird--before hauling it out of the hole to hand to Danny. "You good?" he asked, scanning Danny's face.

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"Yeah, no," Danny said, putting the dufflebag on the ground to unzip and find just an ungodly amount of cash. "Not at all. Son of a bitch."

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Steve hopped out of the hole in order to give Danny's shoulder a comforting squeeze, which seemed about a thousand times less fraught a choice than it would've back in Fandom.

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Danny leaned into that touch like the confirmation that Matt had really done this to him was really sinking in.

What exactly did he think Danny would do with this information exactly? He was a cop for Christ's sake.

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Steve pulled him in a little tighter to let Danny sag against him if he needed to. "Guess we should count it. Your place or mine?"

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He needed it for a moment longer before he got himself together. "Mine. Don't need to have any more of a trail to you here."

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Steve gave him a look. "Do I look like I care at all about a trail leading me to this? We're partners."

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"Well, you should," Danny replied. "You're the head of Five-0."

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Steve snorted softly. "This is about 'ohana," he said, like that magically settled things.

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Damn it, Steve. Damn it.

"Alright. Let's just... let's just get out of here."

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Steve kept his arm around Danny to steer him towards the car (which he would drive, of course). "Stay here," he said, "I'll go fill the hole back in."

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"I'm not an invalid, Steven," Danny said, even as he allowed Steve to guild him. He could use the comfort right now.

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"Never thought you were," Steve said. "You just need a moment."

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"Yeah." Oh man, was the couple's therapy already working?

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"I'll be right back, then I can suggest pizza for dinner and you can rant about pineapple," Steve said. "Cheer you right up."

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Oop, spoke too soon.

"Putz," Danny grumbled, putting the duffle in the backseat of the car.

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Steve was trying! He was just...absolutely terrible at it.

He filled in the holes quickly and came back to the car.

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Where Danny wasn't even gonna fight him on the driving thing.

"Thank you. For all this."

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Steve took that "real friends help you move bodies" trope a little too seriously. "Of course," he said, reaching out to squeeze Danny's shoulder.

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HE WOULD HAVE TO IN THE FUTURE, YES.

Danny sighed and nodded. "Let's get this over with."

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"Maybe it's all there, we had it over, and this is done," Steve said.

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Danny shot him a sidelong look. Because he wasn't prone to that sort of optimism.

"Maybe." He could let Steve hope for him right?

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"If not, we'll figure it out," Steve said, driving to Danny's apartment.

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Danny let out one of those sighs that usually started one of their car-talks. Or a cargument, who knew?