"Apologies for the circumstances, Detective Williams," designated bossman of the operation said, taking the chair across from Danny. Really, the seat up was a lot like every single black site the show ever had in it an interrogation room.

"Oh, apologies," Danny said dryly, straining a little against the restraints. For once in his life he was hoping Steve was being paranoid.

Anyone who touched the hair deserved whatever they got.

"We needed to have a talk away from prying eyes, let's say," the guy said, looking over some papers withing a manila folder. "Since you seem to be hell bent on not allowing the BPD to do their job."

"This is a shakedown?" Danny asked, sighing like he really had better things to be doing with his time.

Oh, they were totally prepared for that possibility. Because, surprise, Steve! There were totally some normal and perfectly accurate intelligence analysts in another part of the warehouse. And some more of those ice cream trucks.

What was the goal? The writers didn't know until the last minute, so neither would you.

"This is a conversation about... walking away," their new villainous buddy said, spreading his hands like that would help encourage him to go along to get along.

He knew nothing about one Daniel Williams.

"Walking away from what exactly?" Danny asked, eyes darting around the place to take it all in.

Just some normal Hawaii things. In Maryland.

The guy with the gun pointed at him went still for a moment before making a leap for the door and shouting, "Intruder!"

Which drew the attention of almost everyone around where Danny was sitting. "If you wanted a chat, the hood and the getting tied up was a bad choice. Because, you see? My partner's a lil' paranoid about this stuff."

"There's no need for any of this," the boss-man said, immediately standing up to try heading an angry SEAL off at the pass. Would it work? The answer might surprise you.

...it wouldn't. That was the surprise.

"Sort of re-thinking the micro-chipping thing," Danny admitted dryly.

"Detaining," Lead Henchdude replied. "Something you should know all about."

Which was why Danny sighed loudly and stared up at the ceiling. "Oh my god, you're spooks."

Well, the guy was pretty shady looking.

"You don't understand what you're messing up for us here," the newly revealed CIA boss man sighed. "Years of work. All because you pissed off some lizard smugglers."

"They're an invasive species," Danny deadpanned from his spot behind the guy. Still tied to that chair.

"I don't care who started it," their buddy said, sounding very much like an annoyed kindergarten teacher. "You both need to stop."

Danny just shot Steve A Look for that one.

"Well, now I see how we grabbed the wrong one," he sighed.

Which earned him one hell of a glare from Danny.

"He's pretty paranoid," Danny said as guns were aimed at Steve as he moved closer. Which caused Danny to tense up immediately.

The 'CIA goon that was the obvious villain of this arc' raised his hand to get them to stand down.

"Then you're aware I can't share those details." Helpful, right?

"How about we untie me and no one here gets decked," Danny suggested. Because this was always annoying. This right here.

Danny nodded at his hands, giving Steve an expectant look. He knew you had a knife in one of those pockets, Steven. He knew.

"Then we'll have to be a little more forceful in asking you to cease your activity here," the guy said. Oh, and there were those guns coming up to point at them again.

Danny was so into you right now, Steven.

"You heard the man," he added, enjoying the sour look on their new CIA buddy's face.