Attention. Attention. This is no review. Just an attempt to prevent my head from exploding.
Can we please end the restaurant storyline?
And can we please end Danny … being a jerk?
“Nā keiki a Kalaihaohia”
Steve stared at his friend who kept on talking but he could no longer hear him. Everything around him – the voices, Danny, Pua – disappeared in a blur.
His friend had been calling him names for years now. Had insulted him, offended him, questioned every move he had made, every decision he had to take in order to save and protect his team, his friends, the people on this island. Moron, idiot, neanderthal. Well, and putz. He didn’t know exactly when it had happened but one day it had started to hurt. He could no longer brush it aside with a ‘That’s how Danny is’ excuse. Because he, Steve, needed at least some respect once in a while. He told Danny so after Steve had rescued the girls out of the truck some months ago, he told him in a light tone, with a little smile because he was too tired to risk a full blown fight with Danny. But obviously it didn’t help.
Steve had no idea why Danny behaved this way. On one day he arranged this stupid intervention, hired a stupid stress counselor to make his life less stressful only to be a pain in the neck the other minute. Causing Steve more stress than he was already dealing with.
Maybe it was the job. Steve had come more and more to the conclusion that being a detective was not what Danny needed to be. He had shown no commitment for a long time now, even years if he thought about it. Danny was just – there. IF he was even there. No one on his team had had as many days off as Danny. And when they were working a case together he didn’t do much. No input, no solutions, no help, no engagement. Just insults and fear. Yep. Fear. He had seen it. Fear Danny could not overcome. And in their line of work you had to overcome your fear to save the innocents. To save yourself and your colleagues. That was their job.
Steve took a step back and looked around. Took a close look at their construction site he had been working at for months now. This was where he had spend his evenings. Every evening till late at night. Because he was the one with the manual skills and they wanted to save some money.
He imagined how it would look like when the restaurant was up and running, with its red leather booths Danny liked so much, bottles of brom water in the kitchen and rust-mineralized water coming out of the taps. He sighed. What would be his job? Running around with a wine bottle in his arms, smiling at patrons and looking at lovers celebrating their anniversary?
And would he do anything right in Danny’s opinion?
He shook his head and went to his backpack lying behind a pillar at one end of the room. Steve didn’t hear the words churned out by Danny, he didn’t hear Pua asking if he was okay. He bent down and took a folder out of his backpack. For a second he looked at it with a thoughtful face then he got up vigorously and determinedly. Shouldering his pack he went to Danny.
This was it. This whole thing, that was Danny’s. Not his. This was not how he envisioned his future. He once said, the day his mother died made him who he is. Now he knew that Doris didn’t die, but the rest was still the truth.
He loved his work. He loved what he did.
He made a difference.
He didn’t know what the future would bring.
He knew that there would be consequences, he wasn’t stupid. Liver transplant AND radiation poisoning was no piece of cake and one day he would have to deal with that, the doctors told him such.
The chemical weapon he was exposed to didn’t help either. But he fought. He didn’t give up. He always was a fighter. When it was time to sink or swim? He swam. On that boat, hurting, freezing, being dizzy he battled his way through it for all the long hours, searching for a solution, organizing help and getting the damn job done to save his team. First and foremost his team, this new team with Tani and Junior. They were great, he made a good choice. Tani would need a little bit, sometimes she was a little bit too cocky and boastful, but time would show her, and Junior was amazing. A quick thinker, supportive and respectful. And then Grover. Lou was amazing, smart, empathic and a great friend.
And Steve would never complain because that was exactly what he wanted to do. Not only was he highly trained for this kind of stuff, he did it because there was no one else.
And at the end of the day he knew he made a difference that day. He made a damn difference.
He put the folder on the table behind Danny who had stopped talking and looked at him questioningly.
Steve opened the folder: “Some weeks ago you forgot to pay the landlord, remember? Well, as you know I did. Here are the papers. And the signed lease. It’s for you. You can have it.”
“What?” spat Danny. “Have you lost your mind?”
Steve breathed in and out. “No. I found it. That’s your dream…” Steve raised his arms and pointed around. “This. This whole restaurant, that’s your dream. Not mine, Danny. Not mine.”
He closed the folder. “Don’t worry. I am still in with my money. But as a silent investor.”
Steve turned around, headed for the door. “I know you don’t understand and you never will, but I love my job. I love 5-0. My whole life I’ve been motivated by helping others, by saving others, by – maybe – making the world a little bit better. I think, I’ll stick to that. As long as my health allows me to be this guy? Well – I’ll stay this guy.” He paused. “It makes me happy.”
Steve looked at Pua. “Thanks for coming, Officer. Sorry for – well – for the circumstances. I’ll send you the list of my tools and instruments later the day.” He nodded in his direction and left the building.
Outside the sun was shining brightly. Steve reached into his backpack and put on his sunglasses.
He would change and then he would head back to HQ.
His team with probably a new case was waiting.
He never knew what the day would bring.
He didn’t know what his future would bring.
But until then… He would live the life he loved.
Steve, Junior, Lou, Tani and Eddie would be a perfect team.
With Jerry doing some magic at the omniscient table.
Nothing more needed.
I’ve lost all hope that Danny ever becomes an interesting, lovable, well written and portrayed character.
He could open this pizza joint and just appear once in a while.
Maybe he would be polite, friendly, with a sense of decency and manners then.