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09 July 2012 @ 11:03 am
BPBB - Is Yesterday Part 2 of Part 2  

Part 2 of Part 2 of Is Yesterday
(Part 1 of Part 2 is here, just in case)

The other two interviews went much the same way although they were shorter. Jon Stewart was polite and engaging and the perfect host, even admitting that they should not have had Kirby Greenly on. Steve assured him that he was not alone in being taken in by the man’s lies, Jon thanking him for his understanding. He also thanked Steve for his service to the country which Steve appreciated as a nice tribute to all men and women in the armed forces.

Steve couldn’t say he was disappointed when Lt Brown appeared to drive him back to the hotel. It had been a long day and he was looking forward to having some time with the family, not having to smile and act like he enjoyed being on TV.

“Hey,” Steve said when he had dialed Danny. “I’m on my way back.”

“Good,” Danny said, sounding slightly frazzled.

“What’s happened?” Steve asked, hearing it in his voice.

“Everybody’s fine,” Danny rushed to assure him.

“I’m glad. What happened?” Steve repeated.

“Zach had a come-apart at the museum.”

“Why?” Steve asked. “Did he get separated?”

“No, no,” Danny said. “He wanted to see the Donatello exhibit. The quickest way was to go through the modern art exhibit. Henry went with him but he had told Zach to wait while he visited the men’s room. Zach wandered away and went into the special Picasso exhibit. He didn’t get any further than Les demoiselles d’Avignon. When Henry found him, he was staring at the painting, hyperventilating. Henry talked to him until he was able to respond but ended up collapsing in a heap. Henry texted me as soon as he realized what was happening.”

“Did Zach respond to you?” Steve asked, unaware that he was holding his breath.

“He did,” Danny said. “I got him calmed down. I was afraid he was having cognitive dissonance. It turns out he found the painting so beautifully fascinating he was thrown for a loop.”

“By Picasso,” Steve said.

“I know,” Danny said. “Not my cup of tea but Zach fell instantly and totally in love with it. More so than with anything I’ve ever seen outside of his computer programs.”

“That is incredible,” Steve said.

“I thought so too. Zach was shaken up by the experience so after spending another 45 minutes staring at the painting, he said he needed to leave.”

“They got to the hotel okay?” Steve asked.

“Just fine. I told Henry to take the rental. I didn’t think Zach needed the overstimulation of the subway.”

“Good point,” Steve agreed.

“About an hour and a half later, the kids decided they’d spent enough time getting culture, as they put it. So we went to get on the subway. Except Emma got separated from us.”

“She what?” Steve asked sharply. He took comfort from the fact that Danny had said everything was okay and took another deep breath. Lt Brown glanced over at him, concern on her face at his tone. “What happened?”

“The platform was really crowded. She got distracted and the doors closed before she got on the train,” Danny explained in a calm, soothing tone.

“Oh Lord,” Steve said.

“But because she is our daughter and listens to us, mostly, she went directly to the closest token booth and told the woman what had happened. She tried calling me but our phones didn’t work in the tunnels. We saw her on the platform as the train pulled away so we got off at the next stop and retraced our steps.”

“And she was okay?”

“Of course she was,” Danny said, finally smiling. “By the time we got back to her, she was best friends with the token seller and the transit cop she had called. She did what we always told her and was completely calm.”

“She is a good kid,” Steve said with a note of pride in his voice.

“Of course she is,” Danny said. “We all got back on the subway and made it to the hotel with no further incidents. Although we may have several extra people at Thanksgiving this year.”

Steve laughed at that. It was inevitable that Emma made friends wherever she went. “The more the merrier,” Steve said. “Is she right there?”

“They are all asleep,” Danny said.

“Probably just as well.”

“We went swimming when we got back. Even Zach.”

“Even Zach,” Steve repeated.

“Yeah. I downloaded him a program that lets you re-create Picasso on your computer. I said he could play with it after we went swimming.”

“And he agreed?”

“He did,” Danny said. “He liked swimming in the hotel pool.”

“How are John and Dancy? Any drama from them?”

“Not yet,” Danny laughed. “We’re still here for three more days.”

“True that,” Steve said. “And you’re okay?”

“I’m fine. I knew Emma would go for help which she did. Being the daughter of cops has taught her how to take care of herself.”

“Yes it has,” Steve agreed. “Is Henry asleep too?”

“I told him to go have some time to himself,” Danny said. “He went for a run in Central Park. The concierge said it was completely safe.”

“Good idea,” Steve said in approval. “I’m probably 10 minutes from the hotel.”

“Good. The tapings went well?”

“I guess,” Steve said.

“You won’t admit it when they do. Did you tell Jon Stewart he’s not as funny as he thinks?” Danny asked with a laugh.

“Hardly seemed appropriate,” Steve laughed. “He’s glad the Yankees are out of town.”

“Yeah. Well. Thems is the breaks.”

“I guess so,” Steve agreed.

“Did you eat?”

“I ate,” Steve said, glancing over at Lt Brown who was not able to stop smiling at him.

“All right. We’ll order dinner from room service. We don’t need any more excitement.”

“That’s fine,” Steve agreed. “I’ll see you soon.”

“Right,” Danny said, disconnecting.

“Everything okay?” Lt Brown asked. There was no way she could not have heard his conversation so she felt only a little guilty about eavesdropping.

Steve told her what Danny had told him, Lt Brown laughing in sympathy.

“At least they are all fine,” she said.

“They are,” Steve agreed with a relieved smile. He looked up at the hotel as she pulled in front of it before looking back over at her. “Thank you for your help today.”

“You are more than welcome, sir. I’ll pick you up tomorrow at 0700.”

“Right,” Steve agreed, leaving the car. “See you then.”

She nodded and pulled back into traffic as Steve made his way inside with his loaded shopping bags.

“Hey,” he said as he entered their suite, Danny on the couch watching the door.

“Hey yourself,” Danny said with a smile. “What’s all this?”

“Gifts for the kids,” Steve said, putting the shopping bags on the coffee table. “Courtesy of… well, everybody.”

“The entire population of Manhattan?” Danny said, peering into the bags.

“Sure.” He looked over at the door at a knock before glancing back at Danny.

“Food. For you,” Danny explained. “I know you didn’t really eat.”

Steve shrugged, going to the door to allow the room service guy to push in his cart. Steve signed the ticket, lifting the lid to find a gigantic fruit salad and some warm, crusty bread. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” Danny said as Steve sat next to him. “Tell me about your day.”

“Not much to tell,” Steve said, feeding a piece of cantaloupe to Danny. “The usual.”

Danny laughed at that. “You are a wonder, Steven.”

“Am I?”

“I don’t many other people who would shrug off being on three national TV shows.”

“You don’t many people who would be on them,” Steve pointed out.

“Well. That’s just a technicality,” Danny told him.

“I suppose. Lt Brown got us tickets for Stone Soup tomorrow.”

“Emma will be thrilled,” Danny said.

“And she’s okay after being separated from you?” Steve asked.

“She’s fine, Super SEAL. Stop with the worrying.”

“I know,” Steve said. “I can’t seem to help it.”

“I understand.”

“I’m going to talk to the editor of the New York Times Book Review tomorrow.”

“Good for you. What time is that?”

“At 8:30. In between Good Morning America and taping the Chatter With Cathy Show. Hopefully I’ll be back here by lunch.”

“Good. Then I can make sure you eat it,” Danny said, spearing some watermelon and several grapes to offer them to Steve.

“Lt Brown said Kirby Greenly has agreed to be on Sunday Morning Round-up with me. Can you believe that?”

“He’s clearly a bigger idiot than anyone thought.”

“Apparently,” Steve agreed, taking out his phone when it rang.

“Chin Ho?” Danny asked, leaning closer.

“Chin,” Steve said in greeting.

“Governor,” Chin said with a smile. “Howzit?”

“You know. Skyscrapers. Traffic. Smog. Rude pedestrians. We’re thinking of moving here.”

“Right,” Chin laughed. “So there are pigs flying outside your window.”

“Something like that. Are you keeping my state in line?”

“Trying,” Chin said. “We need your permission to raid the Hu'nkoim Warehouse. We think there’s a gun shipment coming in this afternoon.”

“You have probable cause?” Steve asked.

“We do. I’ve emailed the surveillance to you.”

“All right,” Steve said. “I’ll look it over right now.”

“Mahalo. How’s Danny and the kids?”

“Danny’s right here,” Steve said, handing the phone to him as he went to get his laptop. He reviewed the information Chin had sent as Danny chatted with him. He held out his hand, taking his phone back from Danny. “Go ahead. It’s about time you are able to put a stop to it.”

“Exactly,” Chin agreed. “Did you email me?”

“I did,” Steve agreed. “Report back as soon as it’s done.”

“You know I will,” Chin said. “Should I put a for sale sign in your yard?”

“Not yet,” Steve laughed. “I’ll let you know.”

“All right. I’ll call you when I have something to report.”

“Good. Be careful,” Steve said getting Chin’s assurance that they would. Steve was disconnecting the call when the suite door opened to allow John to come in.

“Hey,” John said with a yawn.

“Bud,” Steve replied with a smile. “You doing okay?”

“I’m fine. It’s Zach and Em you need to worry about.”

“I heard that,” Steve said, putting his arm over John’s shoulders when he sat next to him.

“That fruit for anybody?” John asked.

“I had hoped your father would eat it. Don’t think that’s going to happen,” Danny said, handing it to John.

“Thanks,” John said, stuffing two chunks of pineapple in his mouth. “Oh gross.”

“Canned?” Steve asked as John spit them out on a napkin.

“I guess?” John said. “Danno probably loves it.”

“I didn’t eat it,” Danny said, going to the frig for a couple bottles of water. “Here.”

“Thanks,” John said, looking in the bags on the coffee table. “What’s all this?”

“Presents for you kids,” Steve said. “You can look through it if you want.”

“I’ll wait,” John said. “How was taping?”

“You know,” Steve said with a wave of dismissal. “Did you enjoy the museum?”

“Yeah,” John said. “It was cool. Huge.”

“That’s what I’ve heard,” Steve said.

“Is Zach still asleep?” Danny asked John.

“No. Henry came back a few minutes ago. We woke up when he came in even though he tried to be quiet.”

“What’s Zach doing?” Steve asked.

“Getting dressed. He said he’d be over soon,” John said with a shrug. “The girls still asleep?”

“As far as I know,” Danny said. “Or planning the overthrow of New York.”

“Yeah. There’s a 50-50 chance of either one,” John agreed.

“They’ll probably try to rope you into the takeover,” Danny warned, looking over at the door as it opened to admit Zach. “Hey Zach.”

“Hey,” Zach said, looking only at Steve. “Hey.”

“Hey,” Steve said, standing up to give Zach a quick hug, feeling Zach relax into the embrace. “I hear you are now a lover of Picasso.”

“I had no idea,” Zach said. “The real thing. It’s. I don’t know. Breathtaking.”

“That’s exciting,” Steve said with a smile.

“Can I go back tomorrow?” Zach asked, glancing over at Danny before looking back up at Steve.

“We were planning to go to Natural History Museum and the Hayden Planetarium,” Danny reminded him.

“Can I go to the Museum instead?” Zach asked.

“Are you sure?” Steve asked. “You don’t mind missing the Natural History Museum and the Planetarium?”

“I’d like to go back to the Museum,” Zach said.

Steve looked at Danny to decide. He couldn’t do anything to help unless he took Zach after the last taping.

“We’ll ask Henry,” Danny finally said. “If he doesn’t mind going with you, you can go back to the Met.”

Zach nodded at that, leaving the suite.

“Was Henry out of the shower?” Danny asked John with a laugh.

“I sure hope so,” John said, looking over at the door. “Do you want me to go check?”

“No, it’s fine. Henry can take care of himself. Zach won’t walk into the bathroom,” Danny reminded them.

“Yeah,” John said. “Can I order something else from room service?”

“What do you want?” Steve asked him.

John shrugged, his answer delayed by the return of Zach with Henry right behind him in jeans and a tee shirt, his hair still wet.

“Henry said he’ll take me,” Zach said, looking down at Steve and Danny.

“You don’t mind?” Danny asked Henry.

“Not at all. I enjoy the Met,” Henry said.

“All right,” Steve said. “I should be done by noon. Maybe I’ll meet you if you’re still there.”

“I can show you the Picasso,” Zach said with a light in his eyes.

“I’d like that,” Steve agreed. “John’s hungry. Do you want something?”

They all discussed their options, Danny deciding to wake up the girls so they’d sleep at night. Once they were mostly awake, they made their requests for room service, Danny calling down.

The kids emptied out the bags Steve had been given, the girls squealing over the treasures. The boys said it was nice that the shows had thought of them, both of them trying to act cool but not entirely succeeding. Even Henry enjoyed the bounty, receiving a tee shirt, a water bottle, and two coffee cups.

Steve told the kids that they were getting tickets for Stone Soup, Emma and Dancy all giddy with excitement over the news. Emma allowed as how she needed a new outfit to wear which Danny thought was so much nonsense and what were the chances they’d get to meet Chris Drake anyway?

“You can get us backstage, can’t you, Daddy?” Emma asked Steve over her second slice of pizza. “Pleasssssseeeee.”

“How would I do that? I’m not governor of New York City,” Steve said.

“The City has a mayor,” Danny told him unnecessarily.

“I’m not him either,” Steve pointed out.

“But you know people,” Emma said. “People who know people who know important people.”

“Steve is an important person,” Henry chimed in.

“Not on Broadway,” Emma said. “Pleasssseee, Daddy. Will you at least try? Please?”

“Seriously, Em?” Steve said with a raised eyebrow.

“You can do it. You’re Governor Super SEAL. You can do anything,” Emma told him.

“Anything,” Danny said with a smirk.

Steve sighed, trying to sound put-upon. Who did he know that could get them backstage so Emma could meet her celebrity crush in person? Could the Navy help? Stage a raid maybe? That seemed a little extreme. “I’ll see what I can do,” he finally said.

“Thank you,” Emma said, giggling with Dancy. “Can we go back to Macy’s? Please? So I can get a new outfit?”

“You don’t need any more clothes,” Danny told her.

“Not at home but I didn’t bring anything to wear to Broadway,” Emma explained as though this was a situation Danny could not possible understand.

“You can wear jeans and a tee shirt,” Steve told her.

“Not to meet Chris Drake,” Emma said, scandalized by the very idea of it.

“You don’t know that you are meeting him,” John told her.

“But Daddy will find a way,” Emma said with complete confidence in her father. “So me and Dancy need something to wear.”

“Dancy and I. And no you don’t,” Danny said, looking over at Steve for reinforcements.

“You don’t,” Steve concurred. He was pretty sure Emma hadn’t heard him, she was so busy talking to Dancy about meeting Chris Drake whose last name was apparently OMG.

“You may as well give up,” John advised them. “You’re going to buy her a new outfit.”

“A lot of help you are,” Danny scolded him.

“I’m a realist,” John shrugged. “When was the last time either of you told her no?”

“Are you implying she might be spoiled?” Danny asked with narrowed eyes and a fierce expression which did nothing to impress John.

“Not implying, Danno. Coming right out and saying it,” John laughed.

“Hard to argue with that,” Henry said softly.

“AND you are the one who left me all alone on the subway platform, Danno. I could have been stolen and sold to the circus. And you’d never see me again,” Emma said, going for stern.

“That’s not the way I heard it,” Steve suggested.

“The circus?” John asked.

“Shhh…” Emma said to John.

“The circus,” Danny said, trying hard not to laugh.

“I hate the circus,” Zach said.

“We all do,” John agreed.

“I don’t,” Henry said. “I thought about joining one in my youth.”

“You did not,” Steve laughed.

“I considered it,” Henry said. “I grew up not far from Barnum and Bailey’s Clown College. My father threatened to kill me if I enrolled there.”

“Clown College,” Steve said slowly.

“Clown College,” Danny said, staring at Henry.

“It’s not that strange,” Henry said with a shrug. “At least not where I grew up.”

“Yet you entered public service,” Steve said.

“Yeah. Pay is a lot better. And there are considerably fewer elephants,” Henry said.

“I guess so,” Steve said with a laugh. “Barnum and Bailey’s loss is our gain.”

“Thank you, sir. Some of the legislators should consider going to Clown College,” Henry joked.

“You are right about that,” Danny agreed.

“But what about me?” Emma asked. “Are you taking me to Macy’s?”

Danny sighed, looking over at Steve. “Well?”

“Fine,” Steve finally conceded, knowing it was inevitable. “John? Zach?”

“Thank you, no,” John said.

“I’d prefer not,” Zach said.

“All right,” Steve said. “Danny? Do you want to go?”

“You need to come, Danno,” Emma said. “Okay?”

“Fine,” Danny said. “You mind staying with the guys?”

“You know I don’t,” Henry assured him.

“All right,” Danny said. “Go put your shoes on.”

Emma and Dancy squealed and dashed into their bedroom. Danny held one finger up to John. “Not a single word.”

“Not even spoiled?” John asked with wide-eyed innocence.

“And you aren’t?” Steve said to him.

“Have I ever denied it?” John laughed.

“He has a point,” Danny said, watching Emma and Dancy run out of their bedroom. “You are spoiled, you know. Both of you.”

“We know,” Emma agreed with many giggles. “We don’t care.”

“Clearly,” Danny said. “Hopefully we won’t be too long.”

“Look both ways before you cross the street,” Henry said, his attention already focused on the TV listings as John and Zach tried to decide what to watch.

“Right,” Danny said, leaving with Steve. Emma and Dancy were already at the elevator, repeatedly pressing the button and nearly knocking it out of the wall. “How are you going to get them backstage?”

“I honestly have no idea,” Steve admitted. “I think I’ll call Lt Brown. She seems able to work magic.”

“Hope it extends to backstage passes to Broadway shows.”

“Me too, Danno,” Steve said as they went down in the elevator.

sexycazzy: Steve (Alex) grinsexycazzy on July 9th, 2012 06:00 pm (UTC)
I'm really loving your BBPB series!

I loved the latest two parts!

Can't wait to read more, esp. the interview with KG if you are planning to write that in!

Are 6 dogs too many?: glad to see your backtkeylasunset on July 10th, 2012 12:46 am (UTC)
Yes, I'm trying to write the confrontation between SWM and KG but my silly muses won't stop with the plot complications!! It's in the works, I promise.

Thank you so much!!!
Tiffanie39tiffanie39 on July 10th, 2012 12:39 am (UTC)
I'm in love with this series. There I said it. I just want to sit and watch this family.

Sorry i've not commented previously. I've been so wrapped up in the stories. Thanks for all your time and efforts in writing them.
Are 6 dogs too many?: beautifultkeylasunset on July 10th, 2012 12:45 am (UTC)
Thank you! You are welcome to comment (or not) any time you are moved to! Thanks for letting me know you are enjoying it!!