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danny-williams · 4 years ago

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in sickness and in health

set immediately after s8.6, because i think Danny being worried about Steve’s health is literally the most married thing ever

1. change his diet

It doesn’t happen overnight. It doesn’t happen overnight because Danny knows that it can’t happen overnight - otherwise Steve will notice and all of his efforts into our sneaking the SuperSEAL will go to waste because he and Steve will fight, and Chloe made it very clear that he and Steve fighting was not good for Steve’s health.

Even if it significantly improved Danny’s mood everytime he got Steve riled up. His serotonin levels could take a hit for a bit (he’d just finagle more time with Charlie from Rachel).

It takes a lot of back and forth, and a promise to let Kamekona buy into their restaurant (currently un-named because he refused to have an italian joint named Steve’s) but Kamekona finally agrees to reduce the amount of butter he puts on his shrimp.

“But only for Steve’s plate bruddah,” he says, a frown on his face, “I’m not changing my recipe for anybody else. This is prime shrimp you’re messing with here - I hope you know that. This shrimp won me awards.”

Danny grimaces, “Technically, Chef Morimoto sabotaging your competition won you that award, but we’ll go with your version of things. As long as you keep this from Steve. I do not need him knowing that I’m messing with his food.”

“You got it bruddah.”

Everything else after that is slightly easier. Even with Junior home, Steve still comes over to Danny’s a lot - so Danny starts shopping smarter; buying low fat food and including more greens in his diet.

The jersey in him is crying, weeping for some good grease - the kind that slithers off the meat and onto your fingers, but he reminds himself it’s for a good cause. Besides, it’s not like he isn’t still eating good food - he’s just eating it less.

That’s not a terrible thing.

2. to do list

He’s in his office, finishing up the last reports of the drug bust they made earlier that day - when there’s a sharp rap on his door. Danny looks up to see Steve standing on the other side, clutching a piece of paper in his hand.

He waves him in, and Steve slams the paper against his desk. “What are you, some sort of caveman? Did they not teach you how to politely put things down in the Army -”

“ - Navy - “

“Why do you gotta,” he gestures at the paper, “now my ink is all smudged.”

Steve ignores him, which is par for the course at this time, “What is this?”

Danny looks at the paper, and then back at Steve, “What do you mean, what is this? How should I know? You’re the one that brought it in.”

Steve points at the paper aggressively, “Look at it, and explain to me what it is.”

He smoothens out the paper, “It’s looks like a to-do list. Are you getting old babe? Do we need to take you to an eye specialist, maybe get you fitted for some glasses? Reading goggles?”

“Danny I don’t need -” Steve cuts himself off, and honestly, Danny is really enjoying how worked up Steve is about this whole thing, “I mean, what is it doing on my desk?”

Danny bites his lips, spreading his hands out wide, “I don’t know maybe you uhh, maybe you decided that you needed to make a list, make sure you know everything you had to do for today. Did you hit your head or something during our drug bust today? Maybe get a concussion - lose a couple of braincells?”

“I didn’t write this Danno,” Steve says in a frustrated tone, “Lou sure as hell didn’t write it, Tani’s too new to even think of pulling something like this - and we both know Jerry doesn’t have the balls for this kind of thing. That just leaves you. So I’m gonna ask you again, what is this doing on my desk?”

“Okay look, we’ve both been really busy with the restaurant right?”

“Steve’s.”

“No, not Steve’s because I’m still undecided on the name - but the point is, we’ve both been busy. So I thought you might you know, benefit from having a list of things that we had to do for it. So that you could plan your day better.”

Steve opens his mouth and shuts it again, furrowing his brows at Danny.

“And that’s all this is? Making sure I keep up to date with the restaurant?”

“That’s all it is babe.”

“You’re up to something,” Steve grabs the paper, pointing a finger at Danny accusingly, “I don’t know what you’re up to - but you’re up to something.”

“Just making sure our restaurant doesn’t fail!” Danny calls after him, but waits until he’s out of sight to pull open his drawer and pull out the pile of unfinished to-do lists.

He’s going to have to be sneakier about them this time.

3. less bickering

Danny ponders over this one for a while, mainly because Steve expressly told him not to change. It would defeat the whole purpose of sneakily managing Steve’s stress if he notices, so Danny’s careful about it.

Mostly because after her day with Steve, Chloe pulled Danny aside and gave him enough of a scare to last him ten lifetimes.

“Look,” she’d said, “I don’t mean to tell you how to manage your relationship with your partner. From what I hear, you guys have been together for close to seven years, and I’m sure you worked out some sort of rhythm. But from what I can see Detective, you fight him on everything.”

“What do you mean I fight him on everything, I,I, I let him drive my car, I let him eat at my house, he even sleeps at my house on occasion - and what do I get for it? I get shot at and almost killed three times before lunch.”

“You guys don’t have an easy job, I agree. But I don’t imagine that for the Commander, someone who’s come from the Navy and is used to absolute obedience, that it’s easy when you question even his smallest actions.”

She had a point, which is Danny is now trying to figure out how to organically stop fighting with a man he literally punched just hours after they met.

“Okay here’s what’s going to happen,” Steve says, just as they pull up at the suspect’s house. They’re chasing the kidnapper of a twelve year old girl, so everybody’s a bit ramped up, especially Danny. He hates cases with kids. It makes it easier to take a backseat and give up control to Steve on this one.

“I’m going go through the front door,” he gestures with his hands, “Lou, Danny - I want you to get the back. Tani? I want you out here, in case our perp tries to make a run for it?”

Danny has to physically swallow back the words on the tip of his tongue, because asking Steve if they should wait for back-up would be questioning his actions - and Chloe said that was bad for his health.

Steve gives him a look, like he knows that’s something’s wrong - but before he can say anything there’s shot fired inside the house and everything goes to shit.

Danny and Lou turn the corner as quick as possible, just in time to see someone run outside the back entrance and jump across the fence.

“Lou, get back to the truck, see if you can cut him off like that,” Steve jumps after him, panting into his ear-piece, “Danny?”

“Right behind you buddy,” he says, even as he aims and shoots at the two guys who wander out behind their perp, clearly looking for him, “our friend over here had company over.”

Thankfully, there doesn’t appear to be anyone else coming out of the house, and when Danny makes his way in - 12 year old Danielle Rodriguez is tied to the radiator, shivering despite the constant sweltering heat that is the fine island of Hawaii.

“Hey hey,” he swings his gun behind his back and lifts his hands up, “my name is Detective Danny Williams okay? I’m with Five-0. I’m one of the good guys. Now how about I get you out of this and back to your parents?”

Later, when they’re back at HQ and Danielle has been reunited with her teary-eyed parents - Lou mutters to Danny, “so how come you didn’t ask Steve to wait for back-up?”

“I’m trying something new.”

4. well bred social behaviour

“Danny!” The door swings open, even though Danny is fairly certain that he locked in, but he doesn’t reach for his gun, because there’s only one person on this entire island who walks into his house like they own it.

“In here!” he calls out, and sure enough, Steve walks in a couple seconds later with coffee and a brown bag.

“Are those malasadas?” he asks, reaching out for the coffee in one hand, looking up briefly from floor plans to ensure that there’s contact between his palm and the coffee cup, “Did you bring me malasadas?”

“No I bought myself malasadas, but since I’m generous I’ll give you one or two.”

“What’s this?” he asks over a mouthful of malasada, peering over his shoulder and Danny bats at him because he’s dripping sugar all over the plans, “Is this Steve’s?”

“For the last time, we’re not calling the restaurant Steve’s I don’t know how many times I have to go through this with you. But yes, to answer your question, these are the tentative plans that our interior decorator drew up for the restaurant.”

“Interior decorator?” his voice comes out all muffled, and Danny sends him a withering look, “You’re disgusting you know that? Can you finish chewing before you talk? Please? Is that too much to ask for?”

Steve swallows obnoxiously, and grins at Danny. He’s got cream on the edge of his mouth, and it should disgust Danny - instead he’s thinking about leaning up and licking it off.

“Thank you, for the coffee by the way,” he says instead, “I appreciate it. That was a nice thing to do.”

“You’re welcome,” Steve replies, and Danny can hear the surprise in his tone, but he resolutely ignores it - instead pulling Steve into a conversation about the booths.

5. sex

There’s probably a code of conduct somewhere, Danny muses, that involves something about not having your ex-girlfriend spy on your partner. Well, spying might be a bit extreme.

He and Melissa split months ago, because it was clear after two disasterdly Valentine’s Days, that it just wasn’t working between them. Her exact words were, and he quotes, “You’re never going to love me the way I love you. Not when Steve occupies all the real estate in your heart.”

She wasn’t wrong, was the thing, and after they’d gotten past the initial awkwardness that the fact that Danny was in love with someone that wasn’t her - they actually fell into a good friendship.

It helped that Melissa didn’t know a lot of people in Oahu except Danny, and that their relationship had been a lot like a friendship in the first place. Except with more sex.

Like a lot more sex.

Honestly, given that Steve was the reason they broke up, Melissa was surprisingly gamely when Danny asked her to stay in touch with Lynn, and let him know how things were going with her and Steve.

(He thinks it’s pity, but he doesn’t actually ask because then she might actually answer)

“They broke up,” Melissa says with little fanfare, over their weekly coffee, “Lynn won’t tell me much. But they split about a week ago. Guess she got tired of waiting around for him too.”

It might also be the fact that Melissa is convinced that Steve is just as much in love with Danny as Danny is with him, nevermind the fact that Steve has never showed interest.

“What do you mean they broke up?”

“I mean they’re over. Ended things. Done.”

“Huh,” Danny says, over his coffee, trying to figure out the best way to convince Steve to let Danny take him out for a guy’s night to get over Lynn without revealing how he knows that Steve needs a guy’s night to get over Lynn.

In the end, he doesn’t even have to be all that sneaky about it, because Steve comes to him - asks him out for drinks; so all Danny really has to do is play the dutiful wingman.

“I’m sorry about you and Lynn,” he yells over the music, after the alcohol has sufficiently loosened his tongue, “you guys were good together.”

“It was never going to work out,” Steve yells back, and gives Danny a significant look, “bit like you and Melissa.”

“How do you - how do you know about that?”

“What you think that you and Melissa are the only ones who engage in pillow talk? Lynn talks too, on occasion. When we weren’t you know, busy with other stuff.”

“Other stuff?” Danny chuckles, “Is that what we’re calling it now? You can say sex Steve. This must, must put a damper on your whole two or three days a week thing. Oh wait no sorry, how many days did you say it was? Five?”

“I’ll have you know,” Steve says, staggering on his feet as he and Danny stumble outside the bar, “that me and Lynn had a lot of problems. But sex wasn’t one of them.”

“Well -” he furrows his brows, and stops suddenly, pulling Danny close to him, “Sex might’ve been one of them.”

“What happened? You need tips in bed? Smooth dog?”

“I am very good in bed!” Steve says, affronted, “It was not my skill that was the issue here.”

“Then what was it? No come on don’t clamp up on me now, I have to hear this. What was the issue?”

Steve turns bright red, “I might’ve - I might’ve said the wrong name in bed, a couple of times.”

“Babe, you are unbeatable. No really, you are. First you, you leave the engagement ring that you were going to give Catherine just lying around - then you take off with Catherine in the middle of a romantic dinner, and now you’re yelling her name in bed? Buddy I’m surprised she didn’t break up with you sooner.”

Steve’s giving him this look, like he can’t for the life of him understand what Danny’s saying. “No it wasn’t Catherine why would you think it’s Catherine. No it was - “

And that’s about as far as Steve gets, because a second later, he’s retching their dinner all over the side of the road.

+ 1: love him

They’re all out on his lanai: Danny, Tani, Junior, Kamekona, even Duke’s made it out - and Steve’s got the grill set up just a couple feet away from the chairs. Half his attention is on the grill, the other half is on Danny - the way he’s stretched out on the old chair; loosened from the beer he’s been nursing, and smiling at something Tani said.

“Keep an eye on that meat,” Lou says, startling Steve, “I don’t want my dinner burning.”

“I’m not gonna burn your dinner Lou jeez, have a little faith. When have I ever burnt your dinner before?”

Lou looks over at Danny, and back at Steve with raised eyebrows, “you’re a bit distracted today. Forgive me if I’m cautious.”

“He thinks I don’t know what he’s doing,” Steve says in lieu of a response, “but I found his list the other day. All the things that stress management specialist said, Chloe or whatever her name is - he’s got it all written down. He’s driving himself crazy, worrying about this thing.”

“Have you ever stopped to consider why he’s so worried?”

Steve turns to Lou with a frown, “it’s not that hard to put together Lou. He’s worried about my health. I get it, I am too - but I’m not running myself into the ground thinking about it day and night.”

“Look man, I’ve been with you guys for a couple of years now, and let me tell you something about Danny. Now I’m not pointing fingers or any of that, but I’ve seen that man care about a lot of things - but nothing the way he cares about you Steve.”

Steve opens his mouth to reply, but Lou just holds up his hand, “you didn’t see him Steve. The day you got shot? The day you almost died? You didn’t see him that day.”

“Danny was - he had broken ribs, and scratches all over his face. They told him to land the plane in the water did he tell you that?”

Steve shakes his head silently.

“The people in Air Control or whatever you want to call them, they told Danny that his best chance at survival was landing the plane in the water, swimming to shore. But he knew that landing the plane in the water meant that you might die, and it wasn’t a chance he was willing to take. He didn’t even stick around long enough to watch you get taken in for surgery, he was already on his way out looking for the sons of bitches that shot you up.”

“And I’ve never seen anything like it Steve, I’m telling you - I didn’t know he was capable of that kind of violence. There was this one guy, their ring leader, who managed to limp his way over to the helicopter. When me and Kono got there, Danny was standing over him with his gun out, and he had this look on his face - I was worried if I stepped in, he might shoot him just to get to this guy.”

“And after all that was done, he marched right back into that hospital, barrelled right past all of us, and offered up his liver. There wasn’t even a second’s hesitation. Apparently he’d already had the blood-work drawn up, in case anything like this happened.”

Lou claps him on his shoulder, “I love you man, I do. But I don’t love you the way Danny does. I don’t think anybody does.”

“Would you -” he gestures at the steaks, “would you watch over the grill for me? Just for a bit. There’s something I gotta do.”

He doesn’t wait to hear Lou’s reply, just stalks over to Danny and grabs him by his elbow - hauling him up.

“Hey where are we - why’re we going inside, you Neanderthal I was in the middle of a conversation what’re you tugging me around for like I’m some sort of -”

The rest of Danny’s sentence gets lost against Steve’s lips, as Steve turns him around and braces him against the nearest vertical surface. His mouth is already open, which Steve uses to his advantage; pressing his full weight against Danny and licking into his mouth; memorising it with his tongue.

They break up with a wet sound, and when Steve opens his eyes, Danny’s pupils are blown black.

“What was that for?” Danny whispers between their lips, and Steve half smiles at him, “that was me saying thank you. I know what you’ve been doing, trying to manage my stress for me. This is me saying thank you.”

“Huh,” Danny slides a hand around his neck, squeezing, “Why don’t you run that thank you by me again one more time?”

Fin

#my writing #mcdanno #hawaii 5 o #steve mcgarrett #danny williams #developing relationship #5+1 #danny is worried about steve's health #fluff #taking care of each other

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sunny-flower-girl-01 · 4 years ago

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Ohana - A Hawaii-Five-0 fanfic Chapter One

Hey! So please let me know what you think! I have a plan for this story, but I'm not sure how frequent updates will be since school has started back and I won't have as much free time. Thank you so much!

I also have this published on Wattpad and AO3 if you’d like to check it out there! My wattpad has a small character description for both Thea and Nora that I will post later, but for now I will show you their faceclaims!

https://archiveofourown.org/users/TheUnknownSchuylerSister

https://www.wattpad.com/story/239804835-ohana

Thea Kenwood:

Nora Kenwood:

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Thea's POV-

I stared at the clock on the nightstand, watching 5:59 AM turn into 6:00 AM. I sighed as the alarm started blaring and sat up. I whacked the top of it to stop, almost knocking it completely off the nightstand. I caught it before it fell.

"Nice, Thea." I mumbled and walked into the bathroom to start my day. Normally, I would be ready to get up and get going but today wasn't going to be a typical day at the office. Today, I had to face a man I barely knew and tell him I'm pregnant with his child.

After a one night stand with a man that I met in a bar, who I later found out to be Steve McGarrett, the leader of the Five-0 Task Force that my best friend works with, 6 weeks later I learned that I was pregnant. And here I am at 12 weeks and I'm just now telling him. I took the whole day off from work to be able to meet up with him, go to the doctors, and run several more errands that have been neglected in the last month. I run through my mental checklist of the things I need to get done today as I started to brush my teeth.

'Breakfast with Steve, doctors appointment, grocery store, laundry, pay the bills, call Mindy, pharmacy-' A knock on the bathroom door interrupted my train of thought. I spit out my toothpaste and put my toothbrush back in its holder. I opened my bathroom door to see Nora, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes.

I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her in for a hug. I'm shocked she's up already, usually I have to go get her up. "Good morning baby. Did you sleep well?" I kissed the top of her head.

She nodded, burying her face in my small bump. She was over the moon about the baby. I had to come clean about the baby when I couldn't eat chicken because of the smell the whole first month of my pregnancy. Between that and the morning sickness, the 7-year-old was aware that something was up. Whenever it came to telling people I was pregnant, they would typically guess and ask me before I even had a chance to say anything. Mindy knew before I even knew. She went and bought me some tests and went to the doctor with me afterwards. She has been my biggest supporter through this whole thing. I just haven't told her who the father was yet. I felt like he needed to know before I tell anyone who knows him. When she asked me who the father was, I told her I would tell her after I told the father. She was skeptical but told me she understood my position and respected that I'd tell her when I was ready.

I ran my fingers through Nora's hair to get some of the knots out. "I'm sorry you have to get up this early, but I have an important meeting to get to. So, Aunt Mindy is going to take you to get some breakfast then drive you to school. Why don't you go get dressed and I'll braid your hair before we leave, okay?" She yawned and nodded again.

"Okay, mama." She mumbled and went back to her room. Nora was actually my sister, but after losing our mother when Nora was a baby and our father only popping in and out of my life- he hadn't been around at all since Nora was born- I became her legal guardian. I've been the only parent shes known her whole life, so somewhere in the last year she started calling me mama and I've never felt the need to correct her. I've never hidden the fact that I'm her sister from her. But she always tells me, "But you take care of me and love me like a mommy would." Our mother died when Nora was a few months old. I was 21, so the courts placed her in my custody after I proved I could provide for her. I was planning to start the adoption process soon but given my current situation that might have to be pushed back a little.

I quickly washed my face and put on a little bit of makeup. Once I finished that I ran my fingers through my hair to get the knots out. It was still curly from yesterday, so I didn't plan to waste the time it took to style it.

I threw on my clothes as Nora walked back into the room in her Sacred Heart school uniform. I was blessed with a smart girl who got a scholarship to Sacred Heart. Tuition was still a little out of my price range, but I wasn't about to deny her the education she would get there. I glanced at the clock as I brushed through her chocolate brown hair. 6:34 AM.

'26 minutes. You got this. You're not asking him for anything, you're just telling him you're pregnant with his child.'

"There. All done." I said as I tied off the end of the braid. "Alright, lets get our shoes on and hit the road."

It took fifteen minutes to drop Nora off at the diner with Mindy and get to the shrimp truck. When I finally called him yesterday and told him that it was urgent that we meet up, he sounded rushed. The only time he was able to meet was early this morning. Usually I'm just now getting up to get Nora and I ready for the day.

I went over to the truck and smiled at Kamekona. "Hey Kamekona."

"Hey lil Sista! What can I do for you and the little one this morning?" Kamekona picked up quick that I was pregnant when I came with Mindy for lunch three weeks ago. Three garlic plates all by myself. Now whenever I'm here, he packs me up an extra plate to take with me.

"Just a coconut water. I don't have much of an appetite this morning." I said, having him the money for my water.

After he handed me the bottle, I went and sat down at a table. I grew more and more nervous as the minutes passed. I glanced down at the watch I was wearing. 7:09. I figured he be late. His attitude over the phone yesterday told me that I was calling at a bad time. And the fact that the only time he could meet with me was 7 AM. I slowly sipped my water, trying to calm my stomach. After about 10 more minutes, I couldn't sit down anymore. I got up and paced around the dining area, kind of thankful that it wasn't too crowded yet.

"Woah lil Sista, what you burning a hole on my turf for?" Kame asked me, wiping down a table. I sighed.

"I'm just waiting for someone. I don't think they're going to show."

"Who you waiting on?"

I bit my lip. I know Kamekona is close with Five-0. At least that's what Mindy tells me. "Um, Steve McGarrett."

"McGarrett? Let me make a call, I'll have him here in no time." He started to walk back to the truck.

"No, no. Don't worry about it Kame, I'm sure he's just busy. I asked him to meet me here at the last minute. I'll catch him next time." I said, but I knew if I didn't tell him today, I probably wouldn't have the courage to tell him ever.

Kamekona didn't look too convinced, but he nodded. "At least let me get you a plate to take with you." He said. I laughed a little and nodded.

"That sounds great, thank you Kamekona." I said, going to sit back down.

"I'll bring it out when it's ready." He went back to the truck.

Not even 5 minutes later, the place was packed. Surfers coming before or after they're morning in the water. People stopping by before work.

"You said it was an emergency!" I heard a voice yell over the crowd and break me out of my train of thought. I looked up to find Kamekona, Steve, and Danny Williams standing in front of the truck. That's another thing that made me realize how small our world actually is. Danny is Grace's father, but I've only ever met Rachel.

'Oh god. Did he call him?'

"You got a young lady here waiting on you McGarrett." Kamekona said to him. "It ain't polite to make a lady wait."

"What? What do you mean someone is- Oh shit." He sighed and ran his hand over his face. He turned to look out into the crowd of people sitting and eating. I quickly turned my head, looking out into the water instead. But I could feel the eyes on me. I knew he spotted me.

'Get over it, you have to tell him. You have no choice.'

I sighed and sat up straight and turned my head to see him coming towards me. He looked angry. Great.

"Hi." I said softly as he sat down across from me.

"Sorry I'm late. I got held up at work." He said.

'You forgot.'

I shook my head. "No, it's fine. I called you at the last minute. I just really needed to see you in person."

He nodded, looking slightly confused still. "So, what's up?" He asked.

I was silent for a moment. I had ran through my head several times on how I was going to say this.

"First, I just want to say I'm not here to ask you for anything. You have a right to know so I just, uhh..." I was stumbling to find the words to say. Doing this in front of my mirror was a lot easier than doing this face to face. "I'm pregnant."

Steve was silent and just stared at me. I couldn't read the emotions in his face. Obviously he was shocked, but I couldn't tell if that was anger mixed in or not.

"You-You're what?" He stammered.

"I'm pregnant. And it's yours." I whispered, running my hand through my hair. I leaned my forehead into my palm. "I guess we both weren't thinking about protection when it happened."

"Are you sure it's mine?" He asked, running his hand over his face.

I was a little hurt that he would even ask me that, but we don't know each other. "Yes, I'm positive it's yours."

He just stared at me again. I opened my mouth to say something again about not asking him for anything.

"How long have you known? It's been a while since..." He trailed off. He had his elbows up on the table with his hands crossed. He leaned in closer to the table, probably attempting to make this conversation more private than it was out in the busy morning crowd.

I looked down at my own hands on the table. "About six weeks. I was already six weeks along so I'm at 12 weeks now."

"And you're just now telling me?" He looked disbelieved.

I shot a glare at him. "This is just as shocking for me as it is for you! So far this pregnancy has been nothing but miserable for me so I'm sorry if it took me some time to track you down and contact you."

He shot me a confused look. "Track me down?"

I scoffed and crossed my arms. "Well you didn't exactly tell me your name when you put me in the cab that night. I had to figure out who you were."

He was silent for a moment. "How did you figure out who I was?"

"Mindy. She showed me a picture of you and your team when you went to Side Streets one night. I recognized you instantly." I sighed and picked at a splinter of wood sticking up from the table. "I might have uh, gotten your personal cell number from her phone one night."

Steve shook his head. "Wait, you know Mindy Shaw? One of our medical examiner's?" I could see he was trying to connect the dots in his head.

I nodded. "Yeah, she's my best friend. We went to school together. Elementary through college. Small world, huh?" I laughed softly.

He smiled a little. "Yeah, no kidding."

"Kono and I also went to high school together. And your partners daughter and my sister are best friends." I leaned into the table and rubbed my eyes. "Jesus, this world is getting smaller and smaller."

"So, you know Danny?" He asked, looking back at his partner who was leaning up against the shrimp truck.

"No, we've never met. I've only met Rachel."

He nodded and it was silent between us again. He looked over to the water which gave me a moment to really look at him. He was attractive. Very attractive. Even more than I remember him being that night. But in my defense, a lot of tequila was involved. His dark hair and green eyes were absolutely gorgeous.

'Jesus Christ Thea.'

"Mindy doesn't know by the way." I finally spoke up. "I mean, she knows I'm pregnant, but she doesn't know who the father is. I told her I needed to tell him before I told anyone else. She doesn't know about that night either."

He nodded and looked over at me. "You said this pregnancy's been miserable for you so far. Is something wrong?" I could hear the concern in his voice. It made my heart flutter a little bit.

"No, no. Nothing wrong. The baby is completely fine. It's just, morning sickness for me is more like all day sickness." I smiled a little. "And the baby doesn't like most food right now but seems to already have an addiction to garlic shrimp." I laughed. As if on queue, Kamekona walked over with a to-go bag with two styrofoam containers in it.

"Here ya go sista!" He said and sat the bag down in front of me. I looked at the bag and then up at him.

"I thought we said just one plate, Kame?"

"You and the keiki need to eat! Gotta stay strong for the little ones." He said as he walked away.

Steve shook his head. "So Kamekona knows?" The frustration in his voice was clear. I rolled my eyes before I could stop myself. We were just having a good moment.

"He knows I'm pregnant, just not who the father is. He figured it out a few weeks ago when I was eating like I hadn't eaten in several days. Which wasn't completely untrue. For a while I couldn't keep much down."

Steve nodded. "I'm sorry, I'm just trying to wrap my head around it still." He ran his hand over his face again and pinched the bridge of his nose. "I probably don't need to ask you this but... You are planning on keeping it right?"

I just smiled softly at him. "Yeah... Yeah I am." I reached into my bag and pulled out the first ultrasound picture and a piece of paper that had my information written down, as well as the information for the doctors appointment that I had later today.

"Listen, like I said I'm not asking you for anything here. I just know what it's like to grow up without a father, so I thought you deserved to know." I slid the piece of paper and the picture across the table to him. "The choice is yours, but if you want to be involved, there's no coming in and out. You're either here or you aren't."

He picked up the two items and read the piece of paper. "You have an appointment today?"

I nodded, my hand going down to my bump as I thought about the ultrasound. "Yeah. If you're available you're more than welcome to be there. I know it's last minute and that this is all still a lot to take in so if you aren't ready then I understand. But again," I looked him in the eye. "There's no coming in and out. If you want to be there and be involved then do that. But popping in and out just when it's convenient for you is not going to happen. That's how I grew up and I won't allow our child to grow up like that either."

Steve went to say something but glanced down at the picture. I could tell by the look on his face he was speechless the same way I was when I first saw the picture up on the screen in the doctors office. He had a softer look on his face, something he hadn't had the whole time we've been sitting here.

"Crazy right? One picture and you feel like your heart might explode." I said.

Steve laughed a little and was interrupted by Danny calling his name.

"Steve! We gotta go, babe! We got a suspect!"

Steve looked back at his partner. "Alright!" He turned to me as he started to get up. "I'm sorry."

I shook my head and stood up too, grabbing my to-go bag. "It's fine. I have some errands to run before I head to my appointment. It's okay if you can't make it, really. I figure you guys are in the middle of a case."

He sighed. "Yeah... Yeah and it doesn't look like its ending soon either. Uh, I'm really going to try and make it. Even if I don't, can I call you later?"

I nodded and smiled at him. "Yeah, of course. You have my information so call or stop by anytime. There's still a lot we need to talk about." I said. I moved my hand over my bump, which Steve stared at the whole time.

"Steve!"

"Alright, Danny!" He shot back. But his eyes never left my stomach.

"You better get going." I laughed. I smiled at him again before I started to walk away. "I'll talk to you later."

Steve stood there and watched me walk back to my car.

"Hey, Neanderthal, we got a case!"

"Yeah, yeah, I heard you the first time."

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cowandcalf · 4 years ago

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Writer’s Month 2020

Prompt No.11 - Light Part II (I couldn’t post all at once...so much to try to come up with shorter chapters...)

Chapter 1 - 5

Chapter 6

Dog tags – no one, no one touches a soldier's dog tags without permission. Danny knows that from a documentary he once saw about war veterans. It's a piece of their soul, of their devotion and it's extremely private. He feels how Steve relaxes behind his back. Danny knows Steve would have swatted his hand away if he had tried to grab the dog tags. He's so glad he's passed that test, too.

Steve stays where he feels safe, hidden. He does not step up and Danny's face is turned toward the wall. Two chains, each hang from a simple nail on the wall. Danny can read the imprinted names though. Steven Jack McGarrett and the second one, much more worn and battered, says the same name. Danny levels his breathing.

Steve speaks in a low voice. "In my line of duty, I've seen too much death. The base and the training camps can only do that much to get you ready for the real deal. You're never ready enough for what you're about to live through when deployed. It gets to you – to everyone – after a few years in."

Danny's eyes take in the small metal plates worn by their owners for years around their necks. The way they are put on the wall clenches his heart – they're discarded. The picture speaks of finality. One image that tells an entire story arching over ten volumes of human strength and utter devotion. Danny hardly stands to look at such raw intimacy. He doesn't even try to calm his racing heart.

Steve keeps talking, "you can't shake it even if you believe so at the beginning. We pretend it's not there. No one wants it but everyone deals in their own way with that shit." A longer pause makes Danny believe Steve has left. He doesn't break the spell of the moment. He gives Steve the time, he needs. "As a kid, you're afraid of the monsters under your bed. As a grown-up, serving your country, you're not afraid of any monsters until you meet them in your head."

Danny slowly turns around. He doesn't try to pretend. The chills of the words he's just heard drill into his bones. Steve controls the emotional reflection in his eyes. Danny only sees struggle and pain when Steve lets him. Steve's eyes are the only place where he could slip and someone could catch a glimpse of what lies beneath: where the purgatory of what he has witnessed burns on, keeping the monsters in his head alive. Otherwise, Steve stands out of the crowd due to his ridiculous great looks. No one on the street would assume this perfect shell of a body holds an eroded soul, worn down with ears of combat.

"Why the plants?" Danny wonders since he has bought the seldom flower for his aunt. And he desperately needs Steve to get rid of that robot-like look on his face.

Steve pushes his hands down his front pockets. He dips his head and hides his face. Danny can see how the tension creeps back and hardens Steve's muscles to a point where he's stiff as a statue. "Plants grow. Most plants sleep at night. They rest and they wait for the sun to wake them. Bushes, trees, flowers – they reach out, and with all they've got, they face sunlight. They grow stronger, grow bigger, make roots that hold them steady, embedded in the soil. They survive because they need light." Danny hears Steve swallow. His voice is even lower, almost a whisper between the wind in the leaves when he speaks again. "I need this – the light and the growing. I – all that. It helps." Steve makes an ashamed gesture, a flailing hand in the dusk to play it down. "God, this sounds so cheesy."

Danny's skin is too small for his body. He works his jaw and hopes his throat doesn't close up with the jammed emotions he can hardly contain.

"I'm a SEAL. Ex-SEAL." Words, spoken so tense and thin Danny almost misses them.

"That's why the dog tags are there and not around your neck?" Danny clears his throat.

Steve turns his head and makes it impossible for Danny to read on his face how hard it is to be out of the tightly knitted circle. Steve walks through blazing fire every time his eyes wander over to the two chains hanging on the wall. Danny can't even imagine how Steve feels. How has he ever thought he could make a difference? Love? Meaningful things? Danny wouldn't even know where to begin. Pfft, God, what's up with him? It's ridiculous. Steve lives in an entirely different orbit, unreachable, unattainable. Not his league.

"To who belongs the second pair? It's the same name on them, Steven McGarrett."

"It's my grandfather's, Steven Jack McGarrett. Ensign McGarrett. He perished on the U.S.S Arizona during the attack on Pearl Harbor, December 1941."

How can a piece of metal stand for the very soul of its bearer?

Danny's gaze gets drawn to the man in front of him, wearing threadbare jeans and standing barefoot in the golden light of the sinking sun. Love hot like fiery anger boils in Danny's stomach. He watches Steve, surrounded by a garden he has created so he won't drown in blood and despair and anguish. This green ocean is Steve's embodied back-up plan to survive would he ever make it back from the war alive. Danny's exhausted. Steve stays silent.

They watch the sunset. They still stand on the same spot when the shadows of the night grow longer and darker.

Danny's cell rings disgustingly loud in his pants pocket. He shakes his head to get rid of the dazed feeling in his head. "Chin? Yeah, sure. Give me the address I'll meet you there. Yep, see you in ten." Danny stares at this phone. Has he been that much out? He's forgotten about work completely since he has set foot in Steve's green world. Unbelievable.

"I gotta go," Danny points at his cell, "we've got a case." He could really need a break to get his head straight again.

"Sure," is all Steve answers.

The world is too loud after the reverent moments in the garden even if grief and loss have been woven into the open space between words and glances. It's was so exceptional Danny has nothing more to say. He has no idea how to catalog this afternoon with Steve. He's overwhelmed. He's glad Chin called with a case. He needs some time alone. And there's more he doesn't know how to deal with. Steve tries to disguise he's not staring at Danny's chest or how his eyes stealthily crawl back up to his lips. This throws Danny even more.

Danny curls his fingers around the steering wheel. He lowers the window and braces his elbow on the frame of the open window. Steve walks over to him. He's still wearing the same tank top and jeans. The dirt on his clothes gives him a wild, untamed look. Steve doesn't seem to care how he looks. Danny can't take the smooth shift of strong muscles beneath sun-tanned skin any longer without losing control. He wants to touch and to smell with closed eyes like the primal side of his masculinity screams at him.

Steve bends down, one hand on the roof of the car the other still in the front pocket. He meets Danny's eyes head-on. "Raincheck on lunch?"

Danny holds Steve's piercing look. He nods brusquely, "raincheck on lunch."

And then nothing. Two men breathing and staring. Danny's stomach is heavy with suppressed emotions and the wish to yank himself free from the strong pull Steve's presence has on him.

"Do you make me say it?" Steve's jawline is sharp, his lips a thin line.

"Say what?" Danny breathes. He sweats in places he can't stand when it's not during sex.

Steve stretches to his full height and taps the roof of the car with his palm. "How can I reach you? Care to give me your number?"

Danny feels like the world's biggest dork. What did he expect? A kiss? And crazy SEAL stunt to yank him out of the car into Steve's massive arms? God, it's time for him to hit the road. "Sure yeah, it's 808-925-1717. Sorry, I've nothing to write it down –"

"I got it." Steve steps away from the car.

"Okayyy?"

"Yeah."

"Okay, see you. Bye." Danny turns the key and rolls off Steve's property. He watches in the rear mirror how Steve's figure gets smaller. He stands and waits and watches after Danny's car. He misses Steve's face the moment he can't see it anymore. The shape of Steve's body and the way he chews at his bottom lip is something he already wants in his life.

Steve watches Danny leave. He stands in the dark long after the Camaro's taillights have vanished between the thick green. He can't move. His chest is wide open. He feels the surf hitting the shore even if miles away. Sea means comfort and calmness. He's one with the water's movements. It's what carries him through hard times.

His fingers twitch. They feel empty. The front of his abs burns with the memory of arm muscles. Muscles hard as a rock. Steve closes his eyes and waits until the inner struggle ebbs away, giving space to numbness and a softer shade of despair. Every evening by nightfall he undergoes the same procedure: senseless questions shoot holes in his brain. What the fuck should he do with his life? How to move on? Where to start?

The night seems lighter today. He listens and thinks the wind carries the faint sound of an engine over to him. He imagines how Danny guns the engine to get to his task, his purpose, his job. And all Steve has is too much time at hand he cannot make pass faster.

Danny.

Steve vividly remembers the phone call he had with Kamekona when his friend told him about Danny. He was so angry he couldn't see straight. His fear and the fury made him almost spit fire. Kame made a decision without his consent. He was so sorry afterward, ashamed of how he lost it. He hung his head and sincerely apologized for his choice of words on the phone.

"Why are you calling again, Kame? You waste your time. I said already 'no' the first time. I don't want – no, YOU listen, man. I'm not interested! Fuck! How many times do you make me say it? Get it into your thick, stubborn head! It's a fucking NO from me!"

"We've agreed on the no-yelling, brah. It's time, dude. Sell your flowers, make some nice money. You could easily reforest the entire island with the crazy number of green you've stashed in your garden, brah. Wassup, man? Go for it, Mary's with me on this one. Time to learn to move on. Open a shop, go business, go big, dude. Get to know people."

"Don't you dare to drag Mary into this and don't try to sugarcoat it, Kamekona. It's still a huge NO. Don't – "

"He's good for you, brah."

"I don't want to sell my flowers to an arrogant haole, a freaking detective –"

"You don't even know him, man. You're a haole, too, buddy."

"We went to the same high school, Kame. What the fuck, man? I grew up here. It's MY island, too! And no, no, NO! I do NOT sell my babies to any-fucking-body! You got that, big guy? What does this haole even know?"

"He's different –"

"I don't care, Kame! Not happening! Not HPD, not the Governor, not the Queen of goddamn England – I don't fucking care! I don't sell my plants! And I don't want a stupid shop either. Stop pushing, you only get me angry."

"Stop with the yelling already. Don't make me use keiki-talk, Steve-brah. Danny's good for you. He's a haole, yeah, but he's just the right person –"

"What the hell is wrong with you? Got food poisoning? What's this bullshit all about? You hit your head one too many times, man. He's a white boy from the mainland, Kamekona. Jesus fucking Christ! Do you even hear yourself, huh? You, of all people, YOU want to send a stranger from fucking New Jersey over to my secret place?"

"Yeah."

"I don't need people, Kame, I need to be left the FUCK alone. No, I don't want him here."

"Kawika feels it too. C'mon, Steve –"

"Don't mess with me. I'm in no mood to be messed with. Shit! I don't need this spiritual crap from you guys about having a sixth sense. I'll drop by and blow up your fucking truck if you don't spit it out why THE HELL I need to sell my flowers to an arrogant cop I don't even fucking know!"

"I dunno if he's arrogant but Danny's solid soulmate material."

"You – I can't even. What the hell? Soulmate? My Ass. Are you fucking kidding me? I can't believe the ridiculous shit you're telling me, Kame. That one is even super low for you. Go fuck yourself."

Steve remembers how he screamed into the phone. He was so close to driving over to murder his friend and to bury his body somewhere on the island. He almost burst at the seams with fury but most of all he was ashamed to lose it. He so lost it. He wanted to punch this Danny guy in the face the moment he'd pull up to his place.

"I'm a freak, Kame. Don't you get that? Messed up to the point of no return. I have fucking panic attacks. I can't sleep and I see stuff I shouldn't. What the ever-loving fuck do you think you're doing by sending me this guy over, huh? I don't believe in fairytales anymore and stupid love stories make me want to puke. I know my limits. You just made me want to punch something so hard my knuckles would break. I'm so goddamn angry I can't see straight. Happy now? You're such an asshole!"

"You're done, man?"

"Yeah, I'm done."

"We Hawai'ians know things, brah. You, Steve, you feel the ocean in your blood. I feel different vibes coming from the stars, just like Kawika or Mamo. We know, brah, we just know. We feel the 'Aina' of the land. She talks to us. Your inner darkness needs light. Danny's light. Don't shot him in the leg, dude. Play nice. Danny's good for you."

He would never admit it out loud but sometimes, Kame and Kawika scare him a little.

Steve stays restless for the rest of the night. The fluttering in his stomach worries him the most. He's scared he might skid into another fit. But nothing happens. The strange, strong sensation won't disappear. His stomach kind of does some funny swoops he can't control.

He lies in bed on his back with his hands spread wide over his nervous abs. His pulse rabbits under his skin. He stares at the ceiling and listens to the sounds of the night. He sees Danny's face when he closes his eyes. He shuts them often just to feel the comfort he can't explain. The revelation hits him hard. His eyes fly open but he stays motionless and just breathes. Steve feels the trickle of sweat running over the temple into his hair.

The label for that odd sensation lies on his tongue. It's so ridiculous he doesn't want to say it out loud. He would have barked a laugh if he was able to move. But he's thunderstruck by the fact that it has caught him off guard. He's been ambushed without realizing it. It's so obvious and so there, it frightens him. He can feel these little fuckers in his stomach. The dawning realization is worth a little anxiety fit.

Butterflies.

Steve turns to the side and buries his face in the pillow.

TBC

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flowerfan2 · 5 years ago

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Affinity - Ch. 15 (10.15)

McDanno, A03, 10.15. 2k this chapter, 26k so far.

A continuous story of season 10 episode codas. Steve may describe their relationship as a dysfunctional marriage, but at some point, will he and Danny take a closer look at what it really could be? (The answer is yes).

Chapter 15 (or the one with the Friends reference... can you guess what it will be?)

“So, how are your eggs?” Steve asks. “Not so bad, right?”

Danny chases the last bite around his plate, and tries to restrain his grin as he looks up at Steve. “They’re okay, I guess.”

“They’re perfect. They’re exactly like you like them.” Steve smirks at him. “Admit it, come on.”

“You’re a terrible cook.”

“I’m not,” Steve says, crossing his arms across his chest. “I’m an excellent cook, and I know exactly how you like your eggs.”

He does, that’s the infuriating thing. Steve knows every damn thing about him. Truth is, Danny would like to sit here all day, on the counter in Steve’s kitchen, eating his perfectly cooked, a little burned but miraculously still fluffy eggs, and think about nothing else. “Ah, they’re all right.”

Steve cocks his head, and holds Danny’s gaze, eyes widening just enough to send shivers running up and down his spine.

“Stop it,” Danny says.

“Stop what?”

“Looking at me.”

Steve opens his mouth as if to respond, and then his face falls. “Sorry.” He turns away, busying himself straightening up the cooktop, and Danny feels like a heel. This mess between them just keeps getting more complicated. They’re broken up, but they’re still as close as ever, barring the kissing and assorted other intimacies. It’s hard to navigate without feeling awful most of the time. He wishes they could just spend all their time bickering about eggs and never have to deal with reality.

He slides off the counter and puts his plate in the sink. “I’m gonna hit the shower.”

Steve nods, still wiping up around the stove with a cloth.

As he moves past, Danny pauses and lays his hand on the back of Steve’s shoulder, feeling his warm muscles twitch under his touch. Danny can see him swallowing hard. “Thanks for breakfast, Steve.”

“Of course. Anytime.”

“And for, um, not kicking me out.”

Steve turns to face him, and despite Danny’s warning, he’s looking at him again, with those eyes that see right into him. “You know I always want you here.”

But Steve’s soft words have to fight through the barrier that Steve himself put up three weeks ago, when he said that he didn’t want to be together any more. Danny doesn’t understand how the Steve that said he didn’t want Danny’s love can now be the Steve that wants him in his house.

Steve’s not a selfish guy, never has been, but this situation is making Danny remember that Steve’s also not great at understanding how his actions affect others, not where emotions are concerned.

But Steve’s giving him that look, caring and earnest with an undercurrent of desperation and regret, and Danny can’t find it in himself to reject him.

“Yeah, babe, I do. I know.”

There’s a moment, then, when Danny almost leans in and kisses him, forgetting that he’s not supposed to do that anymore – and then remembering, but almost doing it anyway – but he pulls himself away just in time, his hand dragging slowly down Steve’s arm.

“You’re going to shower?” Steve asks, and he’s not really asking about the shower, his eyes flitting back and forth between Danny’s face and where Danny’s hand still rests at Steve’s wrist.

Keep it together, Danny tells himself. You’re as bad as he is. “Yeah, I’m rank. I’ll be down after, we’ll drive in together?” Danny steps away, and waits for Steve’s answering nod.

“Okay.”

Upstairs Danny strips off his sweaty t-shirt and shorts and gets in the shower without giving himself time to question himself. He keeps the water cool, needing to remind his body that he is not, in no way, hoping that Steve is going to follow him upstairs and slide in behind him. This morning they will not be late because Steve insists on washing his hair, running his fingers through what there is of it over and over, whispering to Danny with his breath hot on the back on his neck. Steve isn’t going to wrap his arms around Danny, drag his fingers down his stomach and slowly take hold of his cock. If Danny leans back, he won’t feel Steve, hard and teasing against Danny’s ass as they press together, Steve with one hand against the wall so they don’t lose their balance. Not today.

Danny takes care of himself in record fashion, biting his lip and keeping quiet.

*****

Work is relatively uneventful. Danny spends the morning watching Steve watching Adam. Steve is convinced something is up with him, even after what Adam did for Bonnie yesterday. Danny keeps playing devil’s advocate with Steve, partly because he hates to think that Adam is lying to them, and partly because it makes Steve a better detective.

Tani brings them back lunch from Rainbow – it’s been a while, she says, and she wants comfort food – and eats hers in Danny’s office while they do a debrief on her day with the HPD recruits. Aside from the fiasco with Endo Tanaka, Tani got great results, and Captain Keo wants her to come back again.

“Not bad for a kid that didn’t graduate from the academy,” Danny says, and Tani beams.

“Yeah. Felt pretty good, being there as part of Five-0.”

“Did you get to show off at all?”

Tani grins. “Maybe a little. I mean, Bonnie’s quick, but…”

“You’re quicker?” Danny asks, knowing the answer.

“Damn straight.” Tani gets up, closing up her plate lunch container. “So, bad segue, but, how are you doing?”

Danny nearly groans. “I thought this conversation was about you and your kick-ass day at HPD?”

“It was, and now it’s not. Don’t think you’re deflecting that easily.” Tani tosses her lunch in the garbage and sits back down in the chair by Danny’s desk. “I’m sort of surprised you’re at work.”

“Better than sitting at home thinking about it.”

“There wasn’t anything else you could have done, Danny.”

“That’s what everyone keeps saying.”

“That’s because it’s true.”

Danny rubs his face, trying to banish the image of Joanna trapped in the car, the light going out of her eyes as he stood there, helpless. He knows that logically he didn’t cause her death, but he still should have been able to save her. It makes him sick to think about it, but like he told Tani, he’s not going to get over it any faster sitting in Steve’s living room, keeping Eddie company.

“Thanks, I appreciate it,” he says to Tani, who seems to be waiting for a response. “Let’s check in with Lou, he wanted to run down a few more leads on that case from last week.”

Recognizing a change of subject, Tani nods, and the day continues on.

That night Steve falls asleep on the sofa while Danny is flipping channels, trying to decide if there is anything new on Netflix he can pay attention to for more than ten minutes in a row (so far, there’s not). After a while Danny gets up, wincing at the pain in his ribs. He turns off the television and stands by the sofa studying Steve’s face for far too long. He should arrest him for those damn eyelashes alone.

Danny’s unfolding a throw blanket to lay over him when he stirs and sits up.

“Hey,” Steve says, blinking. “Did I fall asleep?”

“No, you were just snoring in between sharing your insightful commentary on Mindhunter with me.”

“Were we watching Mindhunter? We should make Tani and Junior watch that. Team bonding experience.” Steve frowns. “I think I was dreaming.”

Steve is clearly still not entirely awake, and he’s a little too adorable for Danny to keep his defenses up. He sits down next to him on the couch. “What about?”

Steve shuffles closer, pressing their shoulders together. “A party on the beach. By Kamekona’s. I was trying to get you to pay attention to me.”

Danny laughs softly. “So, a regular Friday night?”

Steve lays his head on Danny’s shoulder. “The other day, after the accident. Back at my house. You heard what I said, right?”

Danny sucks in a breath. “Not sure. And… honestly… it’s hard to think about.” He had felt like he was drowning, there on the bathroom floor, hardly able to breathe. Only Steve’s arms around him had held him together.

Steve shifts, turning so he’s facing Danny. He’s fully awake now, eyes glinting in the moonlight coming through the windows. “I made a mistake, Danny. I’m sorry. I get it if it’s too late. But you deserve to know.”

Danny’s heart suddenly slams hard against his chest. “Wait, what are you saying?”

Steve reaches out and takes Danny’s hand, giving it a squeeze. Danny wonders if Steve can feel him shaking, or if it’s just his brain threatening to go offline.

“Danny, I was wrong to break us up. I…” Steve’s voice cracks. “I was scared. I’m always scared, when it comes to this kind of thing. I know you say you’re the one who always messes up relationships, but look at my life, I’ve never…” Steve breaks off and shakes his head. “I’m sorry. I don’t expect that saying this will change anything, you’d be fully within your rights to tell me to fuck right off.”

Danny can hardly believe what he’s hearing. “This has been hell for me, you get that, right? Trying to back off just enough to satisfy your, your request that we go back to what we were before? And then when I was lucky enough to meet someone so fast, I let myself hook up with a stranger, she dies hours later? Don’t you see how insane this is?” Danny can feel his voice rising, but he can’t seem to stop.

He pulls out of Steve’s grasp and stands up. “Are you really serious – you – you want to get back together?”

Steve looks stunned, the hand that was holding Danny’s flopping limply down to his knees. “You hooked up with her? Where did you even do that? In the bar bathroom?”

“Yes, I did,” Danny almost shouts. “And what of it?”

Danny can hardly stand to look at Steve after this outburst, not wanting to hear whatever criticism Steve is sure to throw his way, but when he does, Steve’s expression is morphing from astonishment to something that might even be pride.

“I’m not mad,” Steve says calmly.

“You would have no grounds whatsoever to be mad,” Danny replies, taking deep breaths and trying to match Steve’s even tone.

“I’m not, I’m not. I mean, we were on a-”

“Don’t say it, oh my god don’t say it-”

“Break. We were on a break.” Steve is smirking at him, and he gets up and takes Danny’s hand again.

“We were not ‘on a break,’ you broke up with me,” Danny reminds him, and for some reason, he feels the urge to giggle. “I was there. I remember.”

“Maybe, though, we could look back at it differently.”

“Rewrite history? You’re ridiculous. What are you now, the Texas State Board of Education? Do we need to talk about evolution again?”

Steve is now fully in his personal space, his thumb rubbing over Danny’s hand, his other hand landing on Danny’s shoulder. Danny can’t stop looking at Steve’s lips, the way his tongue comes out to lick them, taking just a second too long. He’s certain Steve is doing it on purpose.

“Danny, will you do me a favor?”

Danny inhales sharply. “Of course.”

Steve moves his hand from Danny’s shoulder to his cheek, and turns his face so he’s forced to meet his gaze. “Will you think about it? Taking me back?”

Danny closes his eyes, but it’s hard to be rational about anything at all, given Steve’s proximity. He smells too good, up close like this. Danny just wants to bury his face in Steve’s neck and wrap his arms around his ridiculous shoulders and stay there forever. But the past few weeks have been hell, as much as they’ve done a pretty good job covering it up with their normal routine of work and meals and throwing sticks for Eddie. How can he know if Steve really means it this time?

“Danny?” Steve asks, a tremble of nerves in his voice.

Danny opens his eyes and steps back, still holding on to Steve’s hand, but giving himself a bit of space to breathe. “Yes. I’ll… I’ll think about it.”

Relief washes over Steve’s face, and he smiles hopefully. “You will?”

“Yeah. I will.”

#Hawaii Five-O #H50 #H50 fic #McDanno #my fic

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eamesandbellamyaremyheaven · 6 years ago

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Family Comes First Ch1 - Hawaii 5-0

Summary: Chicago PD Officer Maggie James was visiting her long-time friend - and mentor - Lou Grover when suddenly his daughter Samantha is kidnapped. Racing against the clock - and against the law - the two must find a way to steal 100 million dollards to pay Ian Wright in exchange for Samantha's life.

Pairings: Eventually Steve x Oc, father!grover x daughter!oc, ohana being cute and mcdanno being na old married couple

Word Count: 1454

Warnings: Bad writing maybe? (sorry about that)

A/N: I’m start by saying this - I don’t know what I’m doing. I love H50, I love to write, but I’m terrible at it, not to mention slow af. Maybe, if I feel inspired, you can expect a new chapter every week - maybe two. Give me your feedback, it helps a ton.

Chapter One

Lou Grover was family. Well, sort of. He and Maggie met back when he was a cop in Chicago and she was a 8 year-old left on the streets on her own. He took her in and he and his wife became her legal guardians. Maggie look up to Lou as a father figure, and it was to no surprise when she became a police officer herself.

And since he left Chicago and moved to Hawaii, most of Maggie’s vacations where spend in - you guessed it - Hawaii. Which wasn’t bad - at all: white sandy beaches, tropical warm weather and an easy-going lifestyle. She would spend most of her days shopping with Renee or going to the beach with Samantha and Will on their free time, and dinners were always at the Grovers. At that moment, she was with Lou at Kamekona’s waiting for Sam to lunch.

“You would like living here, Maggie” Lou spoke as he checked his phone, again “and we could use someone with your set of skills on the HPD”

Maggie shot him a cheeky smile “Aww, do you miss having me around to save your ass, Lou-Lou?”

The man shot her a disapproving look “What I don’t miss is me keeping YOUR ass alive and well, little Miss Keep-Getting-Myself-In-Trouble-All-The-Time!”

She laughed loudly “Like you always said, I’m a trouble-magnet, and this is a fine ass, so I would like to keep it as save as I can... Aloha!” She greeted Kamekona as he served the three sets of shrimp plates, shooting her a wide smile

“Oh, look like you got stood up, brah.” the cook said, pointing at the empty seat

“Oh, no, she'll be here.” Maggie assured

“One thing about my daughter Samantha, she's sort of punctual.”

“Well, if she doesn't show, and you need a hand with the shrimp plates, my cousin Flippa, he got a lunch break coming up.” He looked back at Maggie, winking “He’s also single, in case you want to see the island through the eyes of a local”

Lou eyed him infuriated, but simply replied “Thanks, but, uh, she'll show.”

“Just in case, I'll have him on standby.”

Kamekona said as he walked away, making Maggie chuckle. Lou was already speaking to Sam, but something was wrong “All right, who the hell is this?”

Maggie reached for his hand, and it was shaking. He looked up to her, his eyes showing the deadly terror he was feeling.

“Samantha, honey, I want you to listen to me very carefully. The man that you're with is a very dangerous fugitive... Now-Now I know you're scared, but I need you to be strong. I'm gonna find you. I promise you. I'm gonna find you…”

Maggie quickly moved from her seat closer to Lou, leaning her head closer to the phone. The voice on the other line was from a young man, and although he spoke calmly she could hear the anger in his demanding tone.

“Stay close to your phone, I'll be in touch. And obviously, this stays between us. Tell any of your cop buddies about this, and you'll be using your daughter's college fund to pay for a funeral.”

***

In no time they were on the library, following the signal of the GPS from Samantha’s phone. Lou had told her all about Ian Wright through the way, and Maggie couldn’t help but think that maybe Ian didn’t care about the money at all, maybe he just wanted to hurt Lou. She followed Lou closely, as he looked from the phone to a trash can, throwing the lid away and pulling Sam’s backpack, as Maggie reached for the phone that was inside. Samantha had disappeared.

They ran back to car, and Lou started panicking. Lou dialed a number but after a ring, he hang up, muttering to himself “Stupid! Alright, alright…”

Maggie reach for his arm, squeezing it slightly “Listen to me, we’ll find Sam, and we’ll bring her home safe and sound, alright?” he simply nodded his head “Who were you calling?”

Lou’s phone started to ring, but he didn’t answer.

“Doesn’t matter, he can’t help us.” the ring stopped “We need to go get guns, lots of them”

***

As they entered the Grover’s house, Renee called out from the living room. Lou let a “don’t tell her” before walking to his study and locking the door, leaving Maggie to distract the woman.

“How’s lunch?” Renee asked, holding Maggie closer by her shoulder

“Lunch was fine, the food was amazing!” she replied with a grin, trying her best to hide the truth. Renee wasn’t easily fooled, and honestly Maggie had never lied to her before.

“Did Lou had “the conversation”?” Renee asked, lowering her voice. Maggie smiled simply as she nodded her head affirmatively, and the older woman continued “He hates to be the bad cop, you know?”

“Papa Lou-Lou has a marshmallow as a heart” Maggie responded, and both women laugh. Renee finally let her go and Maggie moved quickly to the study, knocking on the door softly until Lou opened the door.

“Grab that bag on the corner and fill it with these” he commanded, as he set a few more guns on the pool table. Maggie quickly sat the duffle bag on top of the table and gathered the guns carefully, placing them one by one inside the bag, leaving only the shotguns behind.

Lou moved towards the desk and pulled out a box form the top drawer “Guess I’ll give you your farewell gift now, might come in handy”

She opened the small box and unwrapped the paper, reveling an holster made for her, with a space for her gun on the right and a slot for a small hunting knife on the left. The man really knew her well.

“Thanks Lou” she smiled, as she putted on the holster, rubbing her thumb on the unused leather. Both stopped dead on their track as Renee’s voice called out for them “Lou, you got a visitor.”

“Be there in a minute.” he replied aloud, and walked out of the room.

Maggie walked closer to the door as she listen unnoticed to the conversation. Lou talked to a man, McGarrett. He was the man Lou had called in the car, and apparently he was the one in charge of the Hawaii Special Force, Five-0, and he needed SWAT backup for a pick up a large amount of money by a government transport. Lou quickly dismissed him as his phone started to ring, and received new instructions.

***

Maggie and Lou arrived at Kahana Bay right on time. They were in the SWAT vehicle, like Ian demanded, with the uniforms and tac gear, like he also requested. Lou had put on his own uniform, and gave Maggie one two, just in case she needed to blend in. They exited the truck - there was no one on sight. Lou started to pace back and forward, muttering pleas as he tapped his phone on his hand. The phone finally rang, and he answered it immediately.

“All right, Ian, I did everything you asked me to do.... Maggie’s family... please” a moment after Lou went silent, tearing the phone away from his ear and setting it on speakers

“Mahalo Maggie” Ian greeted “Helping out old Pops, are we?”

He knew who she was “I just here to take Samantha home. We got everything you wanted.” Maggie stated firmly, bracing herself for Ian’s response

“Aww, aren’t you adorable? Slow down, sweet Maggie, we’re not done yet.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Turn around. You see that truck coming your way?”

A grey truck came to sight, approaching at speed “What about it?” Lou asked

“You're going to give those men inside that vehicle the uniforms, weapons and credentials.”

“And then what?”

“Then you're going to help them steal $100 million.”

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samsexualdeancurious · 6 years ago

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Overdue | Chapter One

Pairing: McDanno

Words: 2,425

Warnings: None

Summary: Danny’s promotion

Written for @markinmi1

Betaed by @cowandcalf

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It’s always strange when Steve’s not at the office, even if Danny knows he’s just meeting with the Governor. He doesn’t quite know what to do with himself- memories of every “how long have you two been married” joke flash through his mind at that- so he stays in his office and finishes up paperwork. Maybe he can get through it all before Steve decides to blow something up again.

When Steve finally arrives, a knot loosens in Danny’s chest; it tightens again when he sees the strangely thoughtful look on Steve’s face. Faces in that category have varying results but tend to swing one way and Danny really doesn't feel like finding out what mischief Steve has planned now.

Steve beckons, though, and Danny has to hide how eager he is to join the other man in his office.

“What’s up?” he asks.

Steve sinks into his desk chair. “Close the door.”

Danny does, even more certain now that Steve has done something terrible, possibly involving explosives or Russian spies. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah, everything’s fine,” Steve assures him. “I was just meeting with the Governor because I decided- and she agrees- that you’re long overdue for a promotion.”

That’s not at all what Danny was expecting to hear. “A promotion?”

“To Lieutenant.”

Danny’s mouth opens and closes a few times as he tries to work out exactly how to respond to that. Finally, he gets out, “What brought this on?”

Steve gives him the patent McGarrett ‘are you serious?’ expression. “Did you forget about successfully landing a plane without killing us or anyone else, and then giving me part of your liver without any hesitation, saving my life again?”

Danny ducks his head, feeling the heat in his cheeks. “I was just doing my job.” Liar.

“This is only the most recent example of you going above and beyond the call of duty for a case,” Steve points out. “Danno, you deserve a goddamn medal, but a promotion will have to do.”

He doesn’t know how to respond to that. It doesn’t feel like he goes above and beyond- it’s his duty, right? Comes with the badge. He’s going to do what it takes to keep the island safe, and he’s willing to do even more when it comes to protecting Steve. He didn’t even have to think before donating part of his own body to save his partner. It was the next logical step in keeping Steve safe.

“Does it come with a pay raise?” he asks, doing his best to lighten the mood a little.

Steve laughs. “Of course.”

“Okay, good, ‘cause I’m long overdue for one. Seven years overdue.”

God, the way Steve leans back in his chair, a grin lighting up his whole face- Danny’s stomach flips at the sight. “I won’t argue. So you’ll take the promotion?”

“Yes, Steven,” Danny laughs. “I’ll take the promotion.”

The ceremony is a week later. Steve decides to pull out all the stops and he’s had his dress blues dry cleaned by a local business that’s better at the proper creases than he could ever be. He looks damn good and he knows it. Hopefully, Danny thinks so, too.

The ceremony isn’t too extravagant. A handful of other officers are also receiving promotions, but Steve barely listens to all that. He’s too busy taking peeks at Danny where his partner sits in the front row, shoulders ridiculously broad in the uniform Steve kind of really wants to tear off of him. When it’s Danny’s turn, Steve trades places with Duke at the podium. He instructs Danny through the oath, hands over the shiny new Five-0 lieutenant badge, and shakes Danny’s hand. It may just be his imagination, but it seems like Danny is checking him out a little, too.

After the ceremony, Steve gets through the necessary hand shaking and polite small talk with Duke and the other high-level officers who sat on the small stage as quickly as possible so he can join Danny and the rest of the team on the floor.

Danny has one arm around Grace’s shoulders and Charlie, who is verging on too big to be picked up, perched on his other hip, and his smile is brighter than Steve has seen in a long time. He playfully bumps Steve’s arm when he’s close enough.

“You didn’t have to get all dressed up for me, babe,” Danny says. “I’m touched.”

Steve shrugs, grinning. “Only the best for you.”

Danny might be blushing, but Steve’s not going to call him out on it. Instead, he preens internally and begins to herd the group out to the cars and back to his house, where a late lunch is waiting.

Steve soon finds himself in what is most definitely one of his favorite places- standing of a grill full of ahi, watching his friends and family mill about the backyard and beach. Kono is helping Charlie build a sand castle down closer to the water. Abby, Chin, and Adam are chatting over plates of the delicious salad Rachel dropped off the night before. Rachel herself looks on with a fond smile as Grace beats Kamekona at cards.

“That smells good, babe,” Danny says, sliding in beside Steve and offering up a beer.

He’s changed out of his uniform and is dressed now in a t-shirt that looks like it might rip if he flexes too hard. Steve himself is down to just boardshorts and a loose sleeveless tee, ready to join Grace and Kono in the ocean later. He knows for a fact that Grace leaves her swimming suit here on purpose and he’s pretty sure Kono never takes hers off.

“These are pretty close to done,” Steve replies, trying not to lean into Danny’s hand when, once emptied of the beer, he presses it to the back of Steve’s shoulder, thumb rubbing softly over the closest tattoo.

“I’ll reign in the architects.”

Steve pretends he doesn’t hate it when Danny moves away, already calling for Charlie and Kono. The boy comes running, babbling about the moat “Aunt Kono” is digging, and a warm joy wells up in Steve’s chest at the sight. Few things make him happier than seeing Danny be the wonderful father he is, even if it just involves herding his son inside to wash up.

He finally tears his eyes away, trying to make it look like he hasn’t been staring, and instead they land on Rachel, who is no longer watching Grace. She shoots him a knowing smile as she crosses the lanai, bringing a clean plate for him to put the ahi on.

“You should tell him,” she says, in that cool way of hers.

“Tell him what?” Steve asks, deciding playing dumb is his best option here.

She just rolls her eyes. “Tell him that you love him.”

Steve feels his cheeks heat up and he stares down at the grilled fish, even though the smoke stings a little. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Uh-huh.” Rachel’s smile is kind and knowing, but she doesn’t push, just glides away to save Kamekona from losing his entire life savings.

After dinner, Kono pulls a huge layered dessert out of the fridge and plants it in front of Danny. His eyes go wide.

“Is this…?”

“Tiramisu,” she announces proudly. “I may have called your mom.”

“Kono, you are a goddess among women,” Danny proclaims.

She laughs, holding out the knife to cut it with. “Save your declarations of love for after you’ve tried it.”

Danny eagerly cuts into it, setting neat squares on disposable plates he than passes around until he’s sure everyone has one. Only then does he dig in, groaning happily around the first bite before pulling Kono down so he can plant a kiss on her forehead.

“Like I said,” he tells her. “A goddess among women.”

Her blush and Danny’s fond expression is more than enough to make Steve smile, even without the delicious bite he just shoved in his own mouth.

When dessert is finished, there’s more socializing, some swimming and beach games that Danny complains about but participates in, and then things slowly wind down. Leftovers are divided and people begin to trickle out. Kono leaves hand-in-hand with Adam after quick hugs from Charlie, who’s definitely going to be headed straight to bed once Rachel gets him home, and Grace. Grace herself is going home with Danny, so she sticks around to help clean up a little. Steve can see her in the backyard wiping down the patio furniture and straightening things up while he and Danny get started on dishes.

Danny is the living embodiment of domesticity right now and it’s making Steve’s stomach do funny things. He keeps glancing over at where Danny is rinsing and drying, and he never wants to do dishes alone again. Danny fits right into his home in a way no one has in years and how Steve didn’t notice it before, he has no idea.

“Whatever it is you have to say, you should say it before your brain melts from all the thinking you’re doing,” Danny says, flicking him lightly with the towel.

Steve startles- he hadn’t realized he was staring- and quickly turns his attention back to the dishes in an attempt to hide the heat he can feel rising in his cheeks. “It’s nothing.”

Danny gives him one of his patented ‘That’s bullshit and you know it’ looks. “Uh-huh. Spill.”

Shit. Steve knows Danny’s not going to let this go. Maybe Rachel is right. He should tell him.

Of course, as soon as he opens his mouth to get the words- or words of some kind- out, Grace comes skipping through the back door with all the brightness of fifteen.

“The lanai and yard are clean,” she announces, falling in on her father’s other side and taking the dish he just finished drying from his hands. “Can we stay here tonight?”

“Don’t ask me, it’s not my house,” Danny chuckles.

“Uncle Steve? Can we spend the night?” She has her mother’s brown eyes, wide and pleading at Steve around Danny’s shoulder, and she’s one of the most important people in his life. How could he ever say no?

“Of course,” he tells her, feeling himself relax into the warmth of her joy. “As long as your dad’s okay with it.”

“You have tennis in the morning and your mom will kill me if you’re too tired for that, so I don’t want you staying up late,” Danny says as soon as she turns those eyes on him. “Do you have clothes?”

“Yeah, I left some in the upstairs guest room last week,” she assures him.

He rolls his eyes. “Of course you did.”

Her grin is wicked and playful. She snatches the last dish from Danny’s hands, puts it away, and vanishes upstairs to the room that’s essentially hers since she’s the only one who uses it anymore. Danny shakes his head, turning to Steve.

“She spends way too much time with you,” he says with a stab of a finger that leaves a little wet circle on Steve’s shirt.

Crisis averted. Steve shrugs and flashes Danny the same smile as Grace, just so he can get Danny talking some more. If Danny’s talking, then everything is okay.

Steve probably really should be more concerned about how easily Danny fits into his space, but he doesn’t care. In fact, he loves it. The sight of Danny sitting in a deck chair, beer in hand and bare feet kicked up, is Steve’s favorite sight in the world, especially when combined with the knowledge that Grace is upstairs finishing her homework. Steve lingers in the doorway to soak it in.

Danny glances over his shoulder and waves his apparently empty bottle. “You gonna stand there all night?”

“Patience is a virtue,” Steve points out, the wood of the lanai cool under his feet.

“You don’t make a man wait for his beer, Steven. That’s called cruel and unusual punishment.” Danny sets his empty bottle on the small table between their chairs and takes the new one Steve offers him.

“I’m not sure that’s covered by the constitution.”

“I’m sure it is.”

Danny’s lips wrapping around the top of the bottle should be illegal, Steve is pretty sure. He settles into his own chair, tearing his eyes away before Danny catches him staring again.

“Hey, what were you going to tell me earlier?” Danny’s eyes are bright, the sunset and house light casting shadows over his face. He’s the most beautiful thing Steve has ever seen, and it takes him a minute to figure out what exactly Danny is talking about.

“Oh, yeah,” he says, turning away. “I just, I wanted to tell you-”

This time the interruption is the vibrating of Danny’s phone. He frowns and catches it before it vibrates off the table.

“Hold that thought, babe.” He presses the phone to his ear and suddenly his accent is out in full force. “Hey, Bobby. Isn’t it a little late in Atlanta?... you’ll have to tell me about that case later. What can I do for you?” He rolls his beer between his fingers and takes a swig. “Aw, thanks, man. I really appreciate that.”

Steve turns away, hiding in his beer as Danny chats with who Steve assumes is an old cop friend from back east. Danny is smiling and he looks so proud of himself as he chats about the promotion.

“Well, I don’t think I’ll be moving to Atlanta anytime soon, but I appreciate the offer.”

Danny settles back in his chair and Steve can’t be there anymore. He taps Danny’s knee and murmurs, “I’m going to bed.”

The only response he gets is a nod and a thumb up, which is his permission to walk calmly- not scurry, Commander Steven J. McGarrett does not scurry- up to his room. He knows Danny has clothes to sleep in and toiletries for the morning already, so he rushes through his own bedroom routine and definitely does not throw himself onto the bed or pull a pillow to cover his face.

Danny isn’t leaving, not as long as Grace is here. He knows that. But Grace is growing up. She’ll be going to college in a few years and maybe getting married and moving on with her life, and then what? Because Danny is the best detective Steve knows and he could go anywhere. He could do anything.

He doesn’t need Steve.

“Fuck” is all Steve can say.

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cowandcalf · 4 years ago

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Writer’s Month 2020 - To Find A Way

Prompt No. 21 - Family Part I

Chapters 1 - 10

Chapter 11

Danny still feels the rush of nervousness when Steve has made it clear he wanted to spend time with him and Grace at the beach, at home where he grew up. This is big. This implies family and a future. Danny wants it. He wants everything. He wants to have days and years ahead of them. This day symbolizes a milestone. And… and they are only going steady for a week, a week. What a stupid expression but seriously, they're only together for seven freaking days! Good Gracious, but to Danny, it feels as if they'd picked up where they have left off in another life. It must be something like that. Steve shared Kamekona's insanely ridiculous comment after a hot night. In the darkness, sweaty, their legs entangled and with a soft press of Steve's lips to his chest, Danny learned that Kawika and Kame think Steve and he are soulmates.

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Danny's heartbeat tells him he believes in this weird spiritual crap. The way Steve and he go at it just tells that the guys are right about it. This isn't normal. It's not normal how he misses Steve when he's at work. It grazes madness the way he breaks every traffic rule just to get as fast as possible to his man. Gosh, Danny feels like he's sixteen again and so madly in love.

Steve always waits for him at the flower shop no matter the time. When Danny walks through the door Steve greets him by pressing him up against the nearest wall before he kicks the door shut. Danny drowns in Steve's gasps and whispered words. They make love and they fuck on every surface available. They eat in between, feed each other only to end up in bed exhausted, satisfied, and with new bruises and scratches from the various pieces of furniture in Steve's jungle house.

But today is the kind of special that adds a new depth to what they already have.

Today is beach day. Steve has waited for this day from the moment he has told Danny about the color turquoise he plans to paint the walls in Grace's room. The room he plans to put up at his house. All week-long, Steve has been out here to get everything ready for Grace. He has kept everything a big secret. Danny is still overwhelmed by Steve's devotion and the sheer force he makes things happen.

Danny still can't believe how fast everything turns into this let's-spend-the-rest-of-our-lives-together thing. He's not scared. Maybe he should be scared because they've skipped having any date at all only to jump right at fucking each other's brains out to steer toward having a family day at Steve's parent's house where he lives. That's… intense especially for Danny but he's not worried. No, in fact, he's as calm as a sleeping whale. He and Steve click like nothing he has ever experienced. And he loves this guy with almost an angry seriousness and that scares him sometimes. Because at this point, Danny knows there will never ever be anyone else but Steve.

And Danny has brought Grace to the game like from 'zero hour' and that's something he has never done with any of his former dates. Never. As if he had a choice. Jesus. He ran into Steve at the hospital. In a blink of an eye, Steve and his little girl have bonded over doing a game on the seesaw on a children's playground. And Grace has turned into that center from where Steve's world has started to grow into a completely new dimension. Danny isn't a nervous wreck over the possibility his baby girl could get hurt over them breaking up. Danny knows hell is going to freeze over before he and Steve won't make this relationship work. Because that's what this is. They don't name that huge intimate thing that grows every day into so much more. It just is and they know it. Danny would freaking marry this wild beast of a wonderful man on the spot if he asked him. So, yes, his mental health floats in a sphere he hasn't known existed.

"Do you have everything you need?" Danny calls from the kitchen. He washes salad in the sink, standing in Steve's kitchen, and picks the limp leaves to heap them up on the countertop. He dries his hands on a dish towel he has thrown over his shoulder.

Grace runs into the kitchen right up to him. She wraps her arms around his legs. "Steve has bought everything, Danno." She tells him excitedly. "He has sand shovels, a pink sand sifter, a blue pail, a green one, and a red pail for the water. And – and a lot of plastic forms. Big ones and small ones and there is a dolphin and a mermaid and fish." She bends her head back and looks up at Danny. Her face is in awe.

Danny lifts her up to have a father-daughter talk. "He showed me. I guess Steve has bought the best pieces to build the greatest sandcastle of Hawaii just for you. He wants you to have fun. You okay with that, Monkey? To be outside with Steve at the beach?"

"Uh-huh," Grace's head wobbles with eyes big and joyful.

"I stay in the kitchen for a bit and prepare lunch, okay?" Danny knows Grace is going to be fine but he's not so sure he's ready for this challenge. He wants to be though. The vastness of the ocean scares him and all the horror movies with giant sharks roll through is mind. "You call me if you need something or you'll tell Steve, okay? He's taking good care of you."

"Yes," she answers and writhes like a snake in his arms. "I wanna go outside, Danno."

"Where's Steve?" He knows how important it is for Steve to dig around in the sand with Grace, to hear her laugh, and to see her joy. He knows that but still, it's Grace and there are tons of seawater rolling in steadily a few feet from where they want to build the sandcastle.

"He says he wants to get the towels." She runs out of the kitchen but comes right back. "Steve said he bought a turtle for me." Grace shouts breathlessly.

Danny smiles with eyes as big as saucers. "He bought a turtle for you? A living animal?"

Grace giggles and storms back into the kitchen. "No! Danno! A sun umbrella that looks like a turtle!" She's out of breath and leans against the chair.

Danny can't really grasp all the small events that have turned their lives upside down. During the last week, he hasn't slept one night at his apartment. And he spends all his spare time with Steve. It's been a whirlwind of emotional and colorful days.

"Danno!" Grace calls over to him. "I said Steve has a turtle umbrella for me."

Danny snaps out of his reverie. "Sorry Monkey, I got lost in thoughts." He strokes her hair, "a turtle umbrella! Wow! That sounds awesome. Why don't you show me?"

"Okay," Grace plucks at her bathing suit with the flower print. "I'm hungry."

"Do you like a sandwich? Ham and cheese with tomatoes? Yeah?" Danny cuts one of the prepared Jersey sandwiches in half. He hands her the plate. "Here Monkey, one is for Steve. Lunch is ready in an hour. You gonna start with – with what? Digging holes?"

"Come, I'll show you," Grace takes the plate and walks out the door. "Steve said we'll make a big castle and we dig a deep ditch so the water can stream right in. He said the waves will fill the ditch and it's fun to watch."

Danny's heart overflows with happiness seeing his little girl so excited about something. He worries way too much. They'll be fine having a wonderful beach day without him playing watchdog. "Where's your hat, Gracie? And what about your fancy sunglasses? Don't you want to put them on?" Danny follows her into the living room where he has put their luggage.

"Have you found your glasses?" Danny steps up to where his daughter kneels on the floor. He crouches down beside her.

She goes through the sports bag Danny has packed to bring to Steve's house. It's a big house with big rooms but it looks strangely empty and abandoned in some way. Steve spends more time at the flower shop than at his parent's house that is his real home. Mary and Kawika live right next door. Danny thinks it's beautiful to have a sister living so close by, her backyard only a few minutes down the beach. Steve could drop by any minute to have a chat, have breakfast together.

"Got it!" Grace shouts and shoves the pink flowery shades over her nose.

"You look like a beach lady with big plans." Danny takes the plate with the sandwich. "Come, let's go and see what's Steve up to all alone at the beach."

Grace dashes out the door before Danny can ask about the sunblock and the extra shirt.

Steve puts up the second sunshade right next to the turtle one. "Hey, Danno, shall I cream Gracie with sun cream?"

"I don't want it." Grace says, already busy with the buckets. "It's sticky and makes all the sand stay on my arms and knees." She whines a little and picks up the little shovel.

"It's hot out here, Grace. You have tender skin. We can't leave it unprotected." Steve explains with a gentle voice. "Let Danno decide what's best for you, okay? I'll put on some cream too if this makes you feel better?" Steve suggests and bites heartily into a juicy half of Danny's favorite Jersey sandwiches. "Ah, it tastes awesome." He keeps a distance and just gifts him with a smile.

Danny knows Steve's insecure how much affections he's allowed to share in front of Grace. "I take pride in prepping the most authentic New Jersey sandwiches. You're welcome." He winks and makes sure to hold Steve's gaze. "Grace, come do me a favor and put on this shirt. We can't have you catch a sunburn. That hurts and it's not good for your skin. And your mommy wouldn't be pleased with me."

Grace is digging, too busy to even reply. She stretches her arms over her head and let Danny put on the white, light shirt. "That's better, Monkey."

Steve also pulls a shirt over his head. "Look, Grace, partner look. See? I wear a shirt too. It's simple, effective sun protection." He darts another smile over at Danny. "You okay with me and Grace out here, Danny?" He drops to his knees next to Grace where she's busy digging holes and filling the plastic forms.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Don't worry." Danny bends down and adjusts Grace's hat. He kisses the top of her head and leans over to press a soft kiss to Steve's head, too. Grace doesn't even notice. Steve's warm hand caresses Danny's calf. "I'll be inside and prepare lunch. You'll shout if you need anything." Danny points a finger at Steve. "You take care of my little girl and don't let her be in the sun too long. Take breaks and come visit me some time so I know you haven't been washed out with the surf to God knows where."

Steve gifts him with an epic eye-roll. "Danny, I'm a SEAL and I spent my childhood at this beach. It's Hawaii and I know the rhythm of the tides like the back of my hand."

Danny wiggles with his index finger. "SEAL or no SEAL, you show up at the kitchen after an hour." He juts his chin in Steve's direction. "Is this understood?"

"Sure," Steve answers with a forced chuckle. "Your wish is my command."

"Hey," Danny makes Steve look at him, "I trust you." He emphasizes again.

Danny knows Steve's overeager to get it right for Grace and him. Danny's not as relaxed as he wished to be but he chooses a lighthearted voice to show Steve he's okay with him looking after his daughter. "Good. Have fun then." Danny turns and is about to walk back to the house. He taps the beaten wooden chair lightly and calls over his shoulder. "Steve, don't go swimming without the life vest on. Please?" He can't help it.

Steve gives him the thumbs up but the next second he's deepened in a serious conversation with Grace. They've got big plans. Danny walks back to the house with a warmer feeling in his stomach. This is better. It's going to be alright.

The flap flap flap sound reaches Danny's inattentive ear halfway into cooking his mother's famous tomato sauce. The lasagna sheets and the béchamel sauce are ready. Steve's kitchen smells like an Italian restaurant. He nibs at a spoon full of sauce to check what misses. He tries hard to keep the attention directed to cooking. His gut tells him to go check up on what's going on at the beach. But he stays inside and squashes the itch to act like an overprotective father. Steve's going to do great by being the adult looking after Grace.

Flap flap flap.

Cheese. He has forgotten to take the Parmigiano Reggiano out of the fridge. That's the best cheese to grate on top of the dish once all layers are filled in. Danny talks in his head to distract himself. Some odd worry spreads into his stomach and he can't figure out why. He shuts his eyes and counts to ten before he rinses a spoon and a knife under the running water.

The sound of the helicopter seems to spread wide into the sky, and it's getting closer and louder. Danny lifts his head to look out of the window. He sees a banner with the lettering 'newly married John and Amanda' and a big red heart. Danny watches a moment, seeing how the small airplane crosses the sky followed by one helicopter. No, two. Gosh, three helicopters approach through the sky. Some rich dude makes his kid's wedding a day to remember. Why do they need to fly over this part of the beach? The pilot makes sure the guests get what they've paid for. They fly so close by Danny can read the logo on the birds. Freaking idiots.

Danny's heart jumps to his throat and the cutlery clatters when he drops it in the sink. Helicopters and loud whirring rotor blades. Not good! Steve! Shit, is this…? Danny spins around and rushes through a safety check to make sure nothing's going to burn or boil over before he dashes out of the kitchen. He's not half-way through the living room when he hears Grace's scared and high-pitched voice, filled with dread, shouting his name.

"Danno! Daddy!"

Grace doesn't ever, ever call him daddy unless she's terrified.

"Grace! Gracie! I'm here! I'm coming!" Danny yells. Spiking Fear gives him an instant headache. He tastes blood in his mouth his heart beats so hard and fast. Danny yanks the door the lanai open. "GRACE!"

Danny bolts forward. He sees his daughter's face in tears; eyes wide with fear. She throws herself into his arms. Danny catches her and carries her immediately inside. He needs to check on her first, to make sure, she's unharmed. "Grace-baby, it's fine. Danno's here. Are you hurt? God, what's up, Monkey?" He carries her trembling little body over to the couch and keeps her pressed to his chest. He whispers soothing words and strokes her back to calm her. She doesn't seem hurt. "Are you hurt, baby?" He tries again.

Grace tucks her face into his throat and shakes her head. She's hot and sweaty and pants from running so fast.

Danny holds her in his arms until her sobs calm down. Only then he realizes what she's wearing. A life vest and big towel is thrown over her shoulders like a cape. Two floatation aids are pulled over each of her upper arms. She still wears the hat but her sunglasses are gone. Danny undoes the knot of the towel. His hands shake terribly. He's legs are numb from the shock that something might have happened to his little girl. He still hears the fucking helicopters in the sky. The sound seems deafeningly loud. He feels his heartbeat in his tongue. "Monkey, hey, sweetheart," he kisses her tear-stained cheek. "Baby, where… where's Steve?" He whispers against her hair with his nerves strung tight.

TBC

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