Deux policiers américains ont été arrêtés pour avoir tenté de détruire l'ancienne statue de la Vierge Marie.

"Why did you and Danno try to destroy the statue?" Grace asked as she and Steve read the article from the Paris newspaper.

"Didn't destroy, damage, disturb. Misunderstanding made many mad," Steve explained.

"Were you quarreling? Mom says you two fight all the time. It's how you show you care about each other," Grace said.

"Love laces language," Steve confirmed. "Quarrelling's quite quaint. Danno doesn't demonstrate devotion directly."

"He does to me."

"Grace gets glorious glowing gushing glory," Steve said.

"Uh huh," Grace agreed absently. "Look at this article about Five 0 in Honolulu News. They are calling you the Quarrelsome Quartet of Quintessential Queries."

"Hmm… Some stretching seems sensible. Queries? Not necessarily noteworthy."

"They are kind of misusing words, aren't they?"

"Yes," Steve said. Keeping it short helped ease his headache. He wondered about the propriety of asking Grace to get him a pain pill but it seemed wrong somehow. And surely Danny would be back soon. Why could he think in regular language but only talk in alliterations? What sort of sense did that make?

"Uncle Steve," Grace said impatiently.

"Yes, youngster," Steve said, focusing back on her.

"Why is this article saying you are like quicksand? That's not very nice," Grace said, handing Steve her iPad so he could read it.

Five-0 has become quicksand, sucking up the resources from other police agencies. At the same time, their quicksand has extended to the criminal elements, pulling them down along with their operations.

"Newspaper knows nothing. Governor gives generously, gauging gains gainst gross," Steve said, frowning.

"He rewards a job well done," Grace translated.

"Yes," Steve sighed.

"Do you want to play charades? Would that be easier?" she asked like the understanding angel that she was.

"Potty prior," Steve said, easing out of bed under Grace's watchful eye. "Be back briefly."

"Are you woozy?" Grace asked with a worried frown.

"Head hurts. Room remaining restful."

She nodded, watching him shuffle out the door and down the hall.

He answered the call of nature before taking a pain pill, keeping one hand firmly on the wall even though the vertigo had receded. The walls were staying still and the floor didn't seem determined to throw him down, for which he was grateful. When Mr. Hoppy first bit him, vertigo was the worst of his problems, not talking in alliterations. Now he was wondering if he'd ever be able to speak normally again.

"Napping now," he admitted when he was safe in bed. "Stay?"

She nodded, putting the tray on the dresser. "Do you want something else to eat?" she asked when she noticed that only the bacon was gone.

"Not now. Hopefully hibernation heals headache."

"I'm sorry," Grace said softly.

"Daughter didn't do damage," Steve assured her, kissing her head. "My mistake. Finger functioning fine. Talking takes toll. Danno deliver directly."

"Night-night," Grace said, watching him lay down and close his eyes.