Disclaimer: I own nothing related to Hawaii Five-0. No copywrite infringement is intended. This is just a little harmless fun.

A/N: This story is completely written so I should be able to post regularly - real life permitting, as always. My never ending thanks to Fifilla for helping me through this story and the many conversations to help me figure out a plot when all I started with was one little picture in my head. Thanks also to Wenwalke for reading through and proofreading the story. Any mistakes that remain are completely my own.

Five-0 was stuck. Stymied. Mired in the mud. Getting nowhere fast. That also meant they were frustrated, discouraged, irritable and... Danny mentally tried to come up with more words and couldn't. That's how frustrated he was. He held back a sigh as he slouched on the couch in Steve's office. He thought Kono, sitting next to him, might punch him if he sighed again. He could tell she was wound tighter than a drum and it wouldn't take much to make her snap. They were all approaching that point.

Steve ran a hand through his hair, causing several strands to stick straight up. If the situation were less serious, Danny probably would have called him Buckwheat. As it was, no one even noticed. Steve leaned back in his chair and regarded the team assembled in his office. They'd been brainstorming possible solutions to the recent rise in petty crimes targeting tourists which is why the governor had tagged them in an effort to stop the rising crime rate and declining tourist spending. "C'mon, guys, don't we have any ideas?"

Chin, seated on the other side of Kono, shrugged, "We're dealing with pickpockets and petty criminals. They're obviously quick and blend into the crowd so they're not only hard to catch, but we have to be able to identify them first."

"Yeah," Kono chimed in. "HPD has only caught a couple of them, and they're all juveniles."

"Not to mention," Danny pointed out, "that we have no idea how many we're dealing with and if any of those arrested were part of this pickpocket ring... if there is even a pickpocket ring. For all we know they're all unrelated cases."

"Do you really believe that?" Catherine questioned the detective, leaning forward in her chair. "That all these incidents of pickpockets targeting tourists are unrelated?"

Danny straightened up in his seat and waved his hand as if dismissing that notion, "No, I don't. I think they're all related and there's a mastermind, a Fagin if you will, that we need to find to shut this thing down and make the Governor happy that tourists are still flocking here to spend their money."

"Fagin?" Steve's eyebrow raised and his lips quirked in amusement.

"Yes, you illiterate dolt," Danny grinned. "Oliver Twist by Charles Dickens. Fagin taught the artful Dodger and the other kids how to pickpocket among other things. He..."

Steve raised a hand to interrupt his partner, "I've actually read the book, Danny."

"You have?" Danny sounded surprised. "I'm impressed. Then you'll know that..."

"I hate to interrupt your literary discussion," Chin jumped in, trying to keep the two from going off on too long of a tangent, "but can we get back to the matter at hand? If this is an organized group of pickpockets, then we need to figure out who their Fagin is."

Danny returned Chin's nod when the older man used the apt reference, "Do you have something in mind?"

Chin smiled at Danny before directing his gaze to Catherine, "I just might."

Catherine smiled hesitantly, "What?"

"Yeah, what?" Danny joined in, narrowing his eyes suspiciously, as Chin returned his gaze to him and the smile widened.

"I like the way you think, cuz!" Kono nodded and smiled.

"Wait, wait, wait," Danny threw his hands up, "I don't think I like the way you think, and I'm not even sure what you're thinking."

"You said it yourself," Chin told him. "The pickpockets are targeting tourists."

Steve nodded, smile growing, "Yes, Chin. You might be onto something."

"No, no, no!" Danny protested.

"We can make you look like a tourist," Kono smiled at him.

"Or both of you..." Chin looked at Catherine.

"Wait, what?!" Catherine looked askance at the cousins.

"Sure," Steve was starting to enjoy the moment, and the thought that they might have a plan of action to soothe the governor for the moment. "You two could pretend to be tourists here on your honeymoon or something. You can hit some touristy spots and shops, and flash some cash to attract the pickpockets. You know the drill."

Danny pointed at his friend, "You're a Haole too, you know. Besides, you and Catherine are already a couple so I think it ought to be you two masquerading as honeymooners."

Steve nodded as if considering Danny's argument, "Well... no."

"That's it? Just no?!"

"Well," Steve clapped his hands and stood up from behind his desk, "That's settled."

"C'mon, brah," Kono nudged Danny's shoulder, "It'll be fun."

Danny glared at his smug partner a moment before he had a thought and allowed himself to smile, "You know, this might be fun after all." He stood and held out a hand to Catherine who hadn't had the chance to voice her protest at the sudden undercover assignment. "C'mon, my dear, let's go plan our itinerary."

Steve's smug smile turned to a frown as he watched Catherine take Danny's hand and be pulled close to his side, hand on her hip. He wondered what he had done when she giggled and threw him a backwards glance over her shoulder after Danny whispered something in her ear. He didn't think he liked his partner's flashy smile as he left the office with his arm around Catherine.