Of course the storage closet doesn't hold them for very long. It’s a storage closet, it has things in it, and Danny would swear under oath that Stephen McGarrett would only need like a piece of string to break out of a locked room.
Grace looks disappointed but Danny is too busy hustling to the classroom so that Rachel doesn't have something else to add to her list of ways Danny disappoints her, to ask her why she just pulled that stunt.
He writes it off as Grace not liking seeing her father fight with people. He can understand that. Rachel and he had tried to keep it civil in front of her, but they hadn't always succeeded. So of course she'd feel upset. She wasn't to know that unlike his relationship with Rachel that was just how Steve and he were with each other it didn't mean anything.
She looks a little happier when Steve hangs about listening to the teachers presentation – though Danny knows it so he can corner Danny in the car park and whisk him off to certain governor approved death – he even asks intelligent questions about the maths program which throws the teacher off. So Danny doesn't rag on him too much about showing up at his daughter’s school and impinging on his valuable Gracie time.
“Though there will from now forward be no arguing in front of Grace, right?”
“I never start it,”
“The hell you don't.”
“Name one time I started it.”
“You got me shot.”
“Are you ever going to get over that?”
“No. It’s not something you get over. You meet someone they get you shot; you make sure they understand how very very wrong that was for the rest of their lives.”
“Right, well still didn’t start it.”
“What? Are you 12? No don’t answer that one.”
“We are talking about verbal arguments. It wouldn't have been a big deal if you hadn't made it one.”
“Excuse me. Bullet, tearing my flesh how is that – wait just I don't want to know. But this - “ he gestures between the two of them “this cannot happen in front of my daughter. Right?”
Steve nods in that gruff way of his, but Danny knows he won't start anything with Danny in front of Grace anymore.
Except Grace didn't seem placated and her behaviour went from adorably concerned to frankly bizarre.
She pressed all the buttons in the elevator and managed to get it stuck, while he Steve and her were going to see the view from the top of some 'awesome tower' (Steve's words not his, Danny refused to call anything on the island except his daughter awesome).
“How much sugar have you had today?” he asked her as Steve tried to MacGyver the controls.
“None, Danno.”
“Then why - ?”
She blinked innocently at him and since Steve managed to get the elevator working again he let it pass.
Then there was the car incident. She'd stood outside the truck with the key in her hand – somehow she'd filched it without him even seeing - and every time Steve or Danny had tried to open the door she'd pressed the lock button confusing the doors and blocking their exit.
Luckily Steve had ninja reflexes and managed to beat her fingers, and threw the door open before she could lock it again.
Danny'd never wanted to ask “What the Hell?” to his baby girl before. Instead he gave her a calm lecture about being naughty and inappropriate jokes.
The last straw had been finding himself in a boat – with no oars – in the middle of a lake, with Grace grinning from the shore. Luckily there was a reason Steve had such giant limbs, and no fear of like flesh eating piranhas or whatever lived in the lake.
Grace had just looked at him mullishly - An expression she clearly picked up from her mother (it could have nothing to do with him) - and refused to explain which had sent him into a tailspin. He was a cop he didn't have to imagine the long list of things that could have happened to G to make her start acting out like this he’d seen them all.
So he'd bitten the bullet and organised a date with Rachel. Somehow he knew he'd get the blame, but this was about their daughter, it wasn't about him.
Re: Untitled Locked in Closet/Grace made them do it Fic Part 2
Of course the storage closet doesn't hold them for very long. It’s a storage closet, it has things in it, and Danny would swear under oath that Stephen McGarrett would only need like a piece of string to break out of a locked room.
Grace looks disappointed but Danny is too busy hustling to the classroom so that Rachel doesn't have something else to add to her list of ways Danny disappoints her, to ask her why she just pulled that stunt.
He writes it off as Grace not liking seeing her father fight with people. He can understand that. Rachel and he had tried to keep it civil in front of her, but they hadn't always succeeded. So of course she'd feel upset. She wasn't to know that unlike his relationship with Rachel that was just how Steve and he were with each other it didn't mean anything.
She looks a little happier when Steve hangs about listening to the teachers presentation – though Danny knows it so he can corner Danny in the car park and whisk him off to certain governor approved death – he even asks intelligent questions about the maths program which throws the teacher off. So Danny doesn't rag on him too much about showing up at his daughter’s school and impinging on his valuable Gracie time.
“Though there will from now forward be no arguing in front of Grace, right?”
“I never start it,”
“The hell you don't.”
“Name one time I started it.”
“You got me shot.”
“Are you ever going to get over that?”
“No. It’s not something you get over. You meet someone they get you shot; you make sure they understand how very very wrong that was for the rest of their lives.”
“Right, well still didn’t start it.”
“What? Are you 12? No don’t answer that one.”
“We are talking about verbal arguments. It wouldn't have been a big deal if you hadn't made it one.”
“Excuse me. Bullet, tearing my flesh how is that – wait just I don't want to know. But this - “ he gestures between the two of them “this cannot happen in front of my daughter. Right?”
Steve nods in that gruff way of his, but Danny knows he won't start anything with Danny in front of Grace anymore.
Except Grace didn't seem placated and her behaviour went from adorably concerned to frankly bizarre.
She pressed all the buttons in the elevator and managed to get it stuck, while he Steve and her were going to see the view from the top of some 'awesome tower' (Steve's words not his, Danny refused to call anything on the island except his daughter awesome).
“How much sugar have you had today?” he asked her as Steve tried to MacGyver the controls.
“None, Danno.”
“Then why - ?”
She blinked innocently at him and since Steve managed to get the elevator working again he let it pass.
Then there was the car incident. She'd stood outside the truck with the key in her hand – somehow she'd filched it without him even seeing - and every time Steve or Danny had tried to open the door she'd pressed the lock button confusing the doors and blocking their exit.
Luckily Steve had ninja reflexes and managed to beat her fingers, and threw the door open before she could lock it again.
Danny'd never wanted to ask “What the Hell?” to his baby girl before. Instead he gave her a calm lecture about being naughty and inappropriate jokes.
The last straw had been finding himself in a boat – with no oars – in the middle of a lake, with Grace grinning from the shore. Luckily there was a reason Steve had such giant limbs, and no fear of like flesh eating piranhas or whatever lived in the lake.
Grace had just looked at him mullishly - An expression she clearly picked up from her mother (it could have nothing to do with him) - and refused to explain which had sent him into a tailspin. He was a cop he didn't have to imagine the long list of things that could have happened to G to make her start acting out like this he’d seen them all.
So he'd bitten the bullet and organised a date with Rachel. Somehow he knew he'd get the blame, but this was about their daughter, it wasn't about him.