Okay, so I know a lot of you have been waiting for an update on my stories. I've been really busy lately, preparing to move, so that's why I've been so slow in updating. I don't know if I'll come up with an update for McGarrett Junior yet.

This conclusion do DAWL is probably not what I had had in mind when I started it, but I never really wrote down a plan for it, and I started this, like, almost a year ago? So, this'll have to do. I hope you guys like it.

Oh, on a sort of side note, would you guys be frustrated if I decided to rewrite McGarrett Junior? When I started it, I had an idea for it, but now, I'm kinda frustrated with how it's going. For one thing, I don't actually know what it's like living with one prosthetic, let alone two, ao I'm kinda making that up as I go, and I'm not really sure how good it is?

Anyway, I'll shut it now and let you guys read this conclusion to DAWL.

"Oh, come on Danno!" Steve said, glancing at Danny for a second, pursing his lips in a small pout. "That was a good one, admit it."

"Not gonna happen, Steven," Danny said. "Now, hurry up with the food."

"Yeah, yeah. Look out the window, maybe Daniel?" Steve said, rolling his eyes as he pulled into the drive-through for McDonald's.

They were on their way back to the palace when Kono called, informing them that HPD had caught their suspects, who had been in the middle of attempting to rob a bank. No one hurt, except the suspects, who were a little banged up, but who were also, ultimately, fine.

"Well, wanna meet at Kamekona's for a beer?" Steve asked, glancing at Danny.

"Sure," Kono said. "We'll see you there."

The line clicked as she hung up, and Danny turned the screen off.

"A beer? It's only three seventeen." Danny said skeptically.

"Well, we could just have some lemonade or something," Steve said with a small shrug.

"Are you paying?" Danny asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Potentially," Steve replied with a smirk.

They pulled up by Kamekona's and climbed out of the Camaro.

Kono waved to get their attention, and Steve and Danny walked over. They dropped onto the bench opposite Kono and Chin and waved at Kamekona, who nodded in response.

"I'm just saying, I think eight is a little too young," Danny said.

"Danno, we've been over this, multiple times today. I think you'll come to be glad she knows." Steve said exasperatedly.

"What're you guys talking about?" Kono asked.

"Danny has been...distraught all day because Grace learned how to pick locks from her friend," Steve explained. "I informed him that it wasn't such a bad thing and that I knew how to do it, which seems to have only upset him more."

"You know, I don't particularly want my daughter to follow in your footsteps. I'd rather her do something less dangerous with her life." Danny said.

"I seem to recall that you didn't find my lock picking skills so distasteful earlier when we needed them to get out of that house," Steve said, quirking an eyebrow at Danny.

"What's wrong with knowing how to pick locks?" Chin asked, looking from Steve to Danny.

"Nothing, when it's not an eight year old who knows how " Danny said. "Gracie is eight, why does she know how to pick locks?"

"Cause her friend taught her, remember?" Steve asked. "You told me that this morning, buddy."

"I know that!" Danny exclaimed. "It was a rhetorical question, Steven."

"We both know how," Kono said, pointing between Chin and herself.

"Is it like, required of cops here?" Danny asked.

"No, but it's a useful skill," Chin said with a smile.

"Why don't we see how good you are at lock picking?" Kamekona asked, slipping a pair of handcuffs on Steve and Danny.

"Hey! What the hell?!" Danny exclaimed, jumping up, and nearly falling over when he was yanked back by Steve's weight. Danny glared at Kamekona, then Kono when she started laughing. "Get this off!"

"You guys gotta get it off, brah," Kamekona said, shrugging. "I don't got anything to open it with."

Danny turned to Steve, gesturing at the cuffs angrily.

"Sorry, Danno. It's on my right hand. "I'm not ambidextrous."

"Are you kidding me!?" Danny said.

"Afraid not," Steve said with a shrug. "Guess you'll just have to come home with me to get a key."

"Why don't you have a key with you?" Danny asked.

"I lost it."

Danny froze, staring Steve in the eye for a long moment. Finally, he said, "I don't believe you."

"Well," Steve began, pouting a little at Danny. "That hurts my feelings."

"Yeah, well, whatever," Danny muttered.

Steve stared at Danny for a moment, before looking away. "Alright," He said, standing up and pulling ten dollars out of his wallet to put on the table. "Let's go get these off then."

Before anyone to say anything else, Steve strode off towards the Camaro, tugging Danny along with him.

The whole drive to Steve's house was filled with silence, Danny staring out the window, quietly stewing in his anger, and Steve tapped lightly at the wheel.

Pulling into the driveway at his house, Steve took the key out of the ignition and pushed open his door. He climbed out, extending his right arm, while he waited for Danny to climb out too.

Danny slammed the door shut and followed Steve up to the door. "You gonna pick that lock too?" He grumbled.

"No, Danny," Steve said, flipping through his keys to his house key. "It's called a key, and I do actually have one."

"But you don't have a handcuff key?" Danny asked, following Steve inside.

"No."

"Why do you have a Minecraft toy set on your shelf?" Danny asked.

"It's mine." A young girl, about Grace's age, said. "I collect them." She turned to Steve, looking down at them from the stairs. "Hey, Sealio."

"Hey, Jesse," Steve said.

"Why're you guys handcuffed?"

"Kamekona thought it'd be a funny joke," Steve replied. "Do you know where the extra handcuff keys are?"

"Yeah, one sec," Jesse said, turning around and going back up the stairs.

"You have a kid?" Danny asked.

"Yep."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"Well, Danny, you never asked. And, she doesn't really like it when I talk about her at work." Steve replied.

"Got them!" Jesse called, coming back down the stairs. She walked over and undid the handcuffs, pulling them off Danny's wrist, then Steve's.

"Thanks, Jesse," Steve said, smiling softly at her as he took the keys, and the cuffs, from her.

"No problem." She said, turning and walking towards the back door. "I'm going outside."

"Ok. Don't go out too far, 'kay?" Steve called after her.

"Yep." She said, letting the door swing shut behind her.

Steve and Danny stood in silence for a minute before Steve spoke up. "Well, see you later Danny." He turned to walk into the kitchen. "You know the way out."

"Yeah, I'm going," Danny said. He walked back to the door, then stopped. "I'm sorry about what I said earlier. I didn't mean to actually disregard your feelings. I was just frustrated, and took it out on you."

Steve turned to look at Danny. "Yeah, no problem. See you at work."

"Right, see you at work," Danny said. He walked out the door and was almost to his car when he froze and looked back. "Wait! Jesse is your daughter?!" He called, turning around to face the house again. "Your daughter was the one who taught my daughter how to pick locks?!"