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A/N: Dedicated to bswindle20, who wanted a story where Steffie is learning to hoard. Hope you like it!

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"Daddy, where are my crayons?" Matt McGarrett-Williams asked his father, Steve McGarrett.

Steve sighed. "I don't know, but I bet I can guess." He went upstairs to the nursery. His daughter, Stephanie Williams-McGarrett, was curled up in her playpen in dragon form, so her crib was unoccupied. Steve lifted up the mattress and retrieved Matt's crayons, along with six pencils, five barrettes (both hers and his husband Danny Williams' daughter Grace's), four spoons, three seashells, two toothbrushes, and Danny's car keys (and Danny always accused Steve of taking them). Steve also removed most of the dozen or so stuffed animals that had accumulated in Steffie's crib, although he suspected Matt had helped with those.

Steve handed Matt his crayons and went to take Danny his keys. He found his husband in their bedroom reading. Wordlessly, he handed over the keys.

Danny took them. "Steffie?" he asked.

"Uh-huh." Steve showed Danny the rest of his recovered items. "This is the third time this week I've cleaned out her crib. I don't know how she does it."

"She's a dragon," Danny said matter-of-factly.

"So's Matt," Steve rejoined. "So am I. We don't hoard."

"That's because you're weird." Danny's hands started waving, as they always did when he got worked up. "I tell you, it's unnatural. Dragons were meant to hoard. Purple dragons, blue dragons, all those are outliers. Just ask the red and the green and the golden dragons. Hoarding is what we do."

Steve chose not to comment. "Was Grace this bad?"

"Oh, yeah," Danny said. "Drove Rachel nuts."

"I don't know how Steffie does it," Steve said. "She can barely crawl."

"Yeah, but she gets around just fine as a dragon," Danny pointed out.

"But how does she grasp it all?"

Danny shrugged. "I don't know. Claws, teeth, something."

Steve was impressed that Steffie could carry something in her mouth without crushing it. Those jaws were strong. Still. . ."Danny, she hoards food. Usually chewed."

Danny had to admit that was pretty gross. "I'll see if I can convince her not to do that at least."

"And maybe you can get her to stop the shoplifting?" Steve pleaded. "I'm afraid we're going to get arrested."

It was true. They'd been stopped more than once when they'd set off the alarms leaving the store, and they typically found candy bars hiding in Steffie's stroller after they'd been to the grocery store (her sweet tooth was almost as bad as Danny's). They had to keep her well away from art supplies. The jar of glitter she'd taken and later crushed had taken days to clean up.

"At least she's mostly stopped taking merchandise," Danny pointed out.

That was true. Now she largely went for the hooks used for hanging bags of candy, purses, etc. And hangars. And the little price holders. They had enough of all those to open their own retail outlet.

"This has got to stop," Steve said.

"Steve, she's a dragon. It's never going to stop."

It was true. Grace had enough rhinestone jewelry to fill a vault, and Danny's desk served as Five-0's personal supply closet. And then there were the coins. . .They overflowed Danny's desk and the coffee table at home and were enough to pay for most of the pizza they ordered.

"If I didn't know better, I'd say you're proud of her," Steve said.

"Of course I am! She's a true dragon!"

"Just try and get it under control, okay?"

"Sure, babe," Danny agreed. "Welcome to the joys of having a baby dragon."

Steve sighed. Joys, indeed. Still hoarding and all, he wouldn't trade his dragon family for the world.