The thing about Vegas is that Vegas isn't just a faint possibility. It's not like Rachel trying to take him to court over the misguided apprehension that his job puts Grace in danger (even when it does, God, if he'd ever thought Peterson would come back and try to take him out, he might have signed that order himself). And Steve's right, that the battles over her will do nothing but hurt Grace, because she's old enough now to know what's going on, to not believe Danny and Rachel when they try to pretend everything is alright. She was there, too, last year, waiting at the airport to take that red-eye back to Newark.
And the bleak likelihood is that Rachel and her team of miserable attorneys will probably win. So Danny shouldn't be making any promises. Can't. Even more than usual. He can't control what might happen on the job -- a stray bullet could take him out in the blink of an eye. A car accident during a chase. Any number of situations gone wrong. But this could take him away without any sort of violence, with plenty of warning. Not from Grace.
From here. From Five-0. From Steve. From this.
He can't even say with any degree of accuracy he'll still be on the island in six months, because Steve's right about that, too, no matter how Danny declares he's not leaving, if Grace goes, he goes, too. He'd sworn he wasn't leaving Jersey, put his foot down, but then Stan said Hawaii and here they all are.
But it's not worth thinking about right now. It's not. It just means he can't do or say the things he would normally do or say, so that when Steve asks things like where does that leave us? he can't have the answer he'd want to give.
It hasn't happened yet. It might. It still could. But it isn't yet, so his attention comes back to this, this moment, lying here on Steve like he's an extension of the couch, when Steve doesn't seem to give a damn, is teasing Danny like normal, tugging on his jeans and smiling that crooked smirk that flips Danny's stomach over like a pancake.
"Don't be an idiot. Do you think my sartorial choices are that limited? Jeans are never appropriate for a nice dinner. They are barely appropriate for McDonald's. No. I did not, you Neanderthal. These are because we went to the park today and I did not happen to have any clean khakis, which, by the way, are my normal dress-down pants of choice, alright. Usable for work in a pinch, and they go with everything."
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Date: 2013-02-10 08:23 pm (UTC)And the bleak likelihood is that Rachel and her team of miserable attorneys will probably win. So Danny shouldn't be making any promises. Can't. Even more than usual. He can't control what might happen on the job -- a stray bullet could take him out in the blink of an eye. A car accident during a chase. Any number of situations gone wrong. But this could take him away without any sort of violence, with plenty of warning. Not from Grace.
From here. From Five-0. From Steve. From this.
He can't even say with any degree of accuracy he'll still be on the island in six months, because Steve's right about that, too, no matter how Danny declares he's not leaving, if Grace goes, he goes, too. He'd sworn he wasn't leaving Jersey, put his foot down, but then Stan said Hawaii and here they all are.
But it's not worth thinking about right now. It's not. It just means he can't do or say the things he would normally do or say, so that when Steve asks things like where does that leave us? he can't have the answer he'd want to give.
It hasn't happened yet. It might. It still could. But it isn't yet, so his attention comes back to this, this moment, lying here on Steve like he's an extension of the couch, when Steve doesn't seem to give a damn, is teasing Danny like normal, tugging on his jeans and smiling that crooked smirk that flips Danny's stomach over like a pancake.
"Don't be an idiot. Do you think my sartorial choices are that limited? Jeans are never appropriate for a nice dinner. They are barely appropriate for McDonald's. No. I did not, you Neanderthal. These are because we went to the park today and I did not happen to have any clean khakis, which, by the way, are my normal dress-down pants of choice, alright. Usable for work in a pinch, and they go with everything."