Steve's fever finally broke on Thursday, and with it, his ability to stay still. When Callie got there after work, she caught him heading out to the lanai wearing board shorts and carrying a towel.

"Where do you think you're going?" her voice stopped him in his tracks, and the others could see him physically cringe.

"Um. For a swim?" he hesitated. "A really short swim? Close to the shore?" He kept watching her face to see when he got closer to the right answer. "Not even really a swim. A….dip?"

"I'm glad you're feeling better, but are you sure you're up to this? You've been really sick, Steve. It's going to take you a while to get your strength back."

"I know," he said carefully. "That's why I didn't try to go for a run." He wasn't sure if she was going to appreciate the good sense he had shown, or if she was going to fuss because he had, in fact, considered going for a run.

Callie grinned. "Alright, Commander. I'm going to trust that you're telling me the truth—and will continue to tell the truth—about how you feel."

He nodded solemnly.

"I'm going to go change right quick," she grinned at him again, and rose up on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek.

He headed down to the edge of the water with the others, then turned to watch Callie come out of the house. She smiled and gave a little wave, and he couldn't help but grin.

How had he gotten so lucky?

Danny's Ohana Week soon came to a close. The week had been a successful break, Danny thought. The team was relaxed, healthy, and ready to get back to work. They'd grown closer; as a team, as a unit.

As ohana.