#steve mcgarrett x paisley

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Hawaii Five-0 OFC created by @supergirl000983 and myself.

Paisley Kenna Moore-McGarrett

Wife of Steve McGarrett, Sergeant of the taskforce, Lousiana girl

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Please with Jambalaya on Top Part 5

Steve McGarrett x Paisley McGarrett

1550 words

Christmas this year is very different for the McGarrett family. With the loss of their baby, things just aren’t the same.

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Christmas is a time of celebration, a time for family and friends to get together, eat, drink, and give out presents. It’s a time to be happy and thankful, time to reflect on the year gone by and dwell on the good times. Besides eggnog and candy canes, the whole reason behind the season is love. And in the Hawaii Five-0 ohana, there was no shortage of love.

This holiday the McGarretts needed all the love and support they could get. Instead of being a joyous occasion, Paisley found it to be the worst time of her life. They were supposed to be celebrating the life living inside of her, looking forward to the birth of a tiny baby to carry on the McGarrett name. But instead, it was just Paisley and Steve. Not that the blonde didn’t love her husband, it’s just her heart was breaking. His was as well but he tried to remain strong for his wife.

They didn’t decorate this year, the idea of seeing all the tinsel and holly around only made Paisley feel worse. She didn’t leave their home, refusing to go out whether it be to work or even to get groceries. The outside world was happy and ready for Christmas and she wasn’t ready to face that yet. Steve was forced to watch the strongest woman he knew, break and shatter, wither away into someone he didn’t even know. She became distant and silent, choosing to only speak when necessary, only get out of bed when she had to.

It was safe to say, she wasn’t dealing well with the loss of her baby. Steve grew worried as time went on. He had gone back to work, did all the shopping, took care of her as best he could but when days turned to weeks, he was starting to panic. He had never seen her like this and no matter what he did she wouldn’t snap out of it. He was afraid he was never going to get his wife back.

Christmas had always been a big thing in their ohana. Even before they were married, Paisley spent every Christmas with the five-0 family. She was always a bubbly life of the party with her ugly sweaters and reindeer ears and little elf shoes. She was a vision, the spirit of Christmas embodied. It was the time of the year when she was the happiest, the most lively. Her first Christmas on the island, the way she danced about and laughed, her blue eyes all aglow, he knew then and there that he was going to spend the rest of his life with this woman.

Now eight years later, there was no sign of Christmas, no glimpse of that old Paisley. There was no carols, no jingle bells. Steve actually missed that stupid Grinch mask she made him wear when she thought he wasn’t in the spirit. He would take the mockery of Danny and the others if it just made her smile again. He hadn’t seen that smile in weeks. The silence in the house was deafening, the tension suffocating. He would hold her in his arms all night, listen to her cry or feel her twitch during nightmares. He felt so helpless.

The team could see the weight it was laying on Steve. He wasn’t on top of his game. He was tired and broken, becoming complacent and losing all energy and desire for his job. They picked up the slack where they could but when their leader suffered, they all suffered. He spent more time just sitting alone in his office than going out in the field. His heart just wasn’t in it anymore. His wife was slipping out of his grasp and his whole world along with her.

The day before Christmas Eve. It was quiet at the Palace, everyone making last minute plans for the holidays. There wasn’t any hustling or bustling, no big case they were working on, just silence as everyone sat at their own desks taking care of their own business. Soon they would all be leaving the office, going somewhere else this Christmas. Whether it be to the mainland, a different island, or just home, anywhere but to the McGarrett’s house like every other year. Steve sat silently at his desk, his finger tapping on the wood of his desk as he rocked slowly. His mind was elsewhere so he hadn’t been paying attention to anything going on outside his office. It wasn’t until his door opened that his eyes lifted and he was brought out of his trance.

“Beth. Hey.” At the sight of Dog’s wife, Steve stood to his feet and greeted her with a hug. She returned the hug lingering with a sad smile. “What can I help you with?” The commander asked as he pulled away and crossed his arms over his chest.

“I know Pais isn’t doing so well right now with everything.” The older woman frowned knowing that neither of the McGarretts were at their best. “So we’re sending you both to Louisiana.” This made Steve’s hands drop to rest on his hips and his forehead wrinkled. “Now, before you protest, just think of it as our Christmas present to the both of you. It will be good for her to go home. And you need a vacation.” Sifting through her purse, she pulled out a pair of tickets and handed them over to the SEAL.

His eyes were misty as he took the paper from her hands. He gave her a soft smile when his blue eyes lifted once again. His head nodded and his gratitude was clear. “You have no idea what this means to me. To us. Thank you.” His arms lifted to bring her in for another hug and Beth just smiled patting him on the back.

She wiped a few stray tears off her face as she pulled back. “Get outta here. You need to go get you two packed up. That flight is tonight.” Steve’s eyes grew wide and she chuckled. Placing a kiss to his cheek, she then made her leave offering him a wave.

For the first time in weeks, he found a genuine smile pulling at his face. He wasted no time in gathering up his things and informing the team that he was leaving. The look of hope on his face made the tension in the office ease for once and they were all happy to see that spark of their boss back. Steve didn’t even wait for the elevator but jogged down the stairs, wasting no time. He needed to get home to his grieving wife and tell her the good news.

The reaction he received was the last thing he had expected or hoped for. She seemed angry, yelling when he showed her the tickets given to them. She refused to pack, refused to release the tears he could tell she was holding back. She mumbled as she paced while she was giving any and every excuse she could not to go on this trip. A hand rested on her stomach, still out of habit as the other hand flailed in gesture.

Steve could only take so much of her pacing, her voice cracking as she tried to hold herself together. With a few short steps, he took her in his arms. She fought him at first but he only squeezed her tighter against him until she allowed tears to fall. Finally, she fell into him, her arms wrapping around his middle and she let it all out while she clung to him. His lips kissed into her hair as he held her, holding his whole world. They stood like that for what felt like an eternity, two heartbroken people finding comfort in each other.

The tears eventually dried and when Paisley pulled away to look up at her husband she took in a deep breath. The faintest of smiles curled the corner of her mouth and he felt his heart skip a beat at the sight. His hands cupped her face as he offered a warm smile in return. “We’re gonna be ok.” He assured her before he pressed his lips gently against hers. The first time they had kissed in what felt like so long. And he savored it, made it last as long as he could.

“Ok, Casanova. We still need to pack.” She muttered as she pushed away, patting a hand against his chest. A light laugh escaped his lips as he pulled back wiping a hand down his face. There was just that little bit of his wife shining through and it sparked his hope once again. They were silent as they packed their bags but it wasn’t a heavy silence for once it was comfortable. And once the bags were packed and they learned they had time to kill, they joined again to revel in each other’s embrace, stealing a few more kisses. “I hate flying.” She muttered breathlessly and Steve only laughed squeezing his arms tighter around her.

“I’ll be right beside you, baby. I’m always right beside you.” And he could feel the tiny blonde relax against him, a sigh passing her lips as she rested her head against his chest. They were going to be ok.

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Please with Jambalaya on top- Part 4

Steve McGarrett x Paisley (OFC)

Hawaii Five-0

Another flash back episode guys. Full of flirting, cuteness, and poor Paisley needing to be patched up. But kissing though!

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“Put your hands on your head!” Paisley screamed with her gun drawn but the perp didn’t listen. He quickly turned and headed into the alley and the blonde growled lowering her weapon. “Why do they always run?!” She spat before sprinting off after the guy. The one thing about this job, she was never able to be out of shape. It used to amaze you how Dog kept so fit but once she started, she completely understood. Most underestimated her because of her size, but she didn’t get this far without some stamina and muscle. Her short stature and small size actually worked to her advantage most of the time.

The dark haired man hopped a fence and ran off across the grass and Paisley was hot on his heels. He was a good fifteen years older than her and hopefully wouldn’t last near as long as the blonde could. Then again, he was already proving to be quite the runner. The young bounty hunter wouldn’t give up of course. She was stubborn and determined, never willing to give up or back down from anything. She liked a challenge. Ever since she was younger, she never refused a dare, especially a double dog dare.

Just when she thought she was closing in on her bounty, finally wearing him down and an inch from catching him, he had dove to the left and seemed to pick up speed. Paisley let out another frustrated growl before she kicked her little legs into gear again. The sound of screeching tires caused her to stop as a silver charger skidded to a stop right in front of her guy. The perp hit the side of the car before falling onto his back with a loud groan.

Two men climbed out with their guns drawn, badges on their belts shining in the sunlight. Paisley’s brow wrinkled as she quickly joined the other two men, her fists firmly on her hips. She didn’t seem pleased. “Hey! This is my meal ticket! You can’t just arrest him!” She protested as the short blonde man began to cuff and drag her guy to his feet. It was then that Paisley noticed the other guy was Steve. As much as she wanted to still be angry that they had interrupted her chase, she couldn’t help but smile and become suddenly timid.

“This guy is our murder suspect. No longer your gig, toots.” The shorter man explained, pushing their suspect into the charger while Steve drew closer to the bounty hunter.

He seemed almost apologetic as one hand rested on his belt and the other rubbed the back of his neck. “Didn’t mean to step in on your job but…” His blue eyes gazed down at her and she couldn’t help but let out a sigh of surrender.

Her arms crossed over her chest after she had tucked her blonde hair behind her ear. “I understand.” She looked up at him now, her gaze hardening playfully and a finger pointing up at him. “But this just means you have to work extra hard to woo me on our Friday night date!” She threatened before the corner of her mouth curled into a smirk.

His head nodded as a smirk of his own spread across his face. “I’ll bring my A game then.” She replied with a curt nod before flashing him a wink that made Steve’s smile grow wider.

She had waved and turned to walk away when Danny called out to his partner. “Yo, loverboy.” Steve turned around, remembering his friend in the car behind him. Danny’s brow wrinkled as his hands gestured toward the backseat. “We got work to do. You remember? Murder?” The blonde man rolled his eyes before climbing into the passenger seat and closing the door. Steve cast one last glance the bounty hunter’s way, his tongue sliding over his teeth before he shook his head with a grin. That little spitfire was going to be the death of him.

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That wasn’t the last time the two ran into each other. Seems that the bounty hunter would cross paths often with the task force. Much to the team’s dismay, that meant they had to suffer through the constant flirting between their boss and the petite blonde. They hoped that all the growing tension between them would be relieved once their date rolled around on Friday. The couple had enough of a build up over a few days, it wouldn’t shock anyone if that one date would lead to many more.

Once Friday actually did roll around, Danny had never seen the commander so nervous. It was actually quite humorous to watch the tough Navy SEAL bumble about in anticipation. His anxiousness wasn’t lost on Chin and Kono either, all three of his teammates picking on him all day. Steve didn’t find it quite as entertaining and in normal McGarrett fashion, went on the defensive. As he gathered his things, he and Danny bickered as per usual, Steve fighting his case, adamant to prove that he wasn’t nervous. It was just a date with a beautiful woman who could probably kick his ass. Danny pointing out the reasons why he had every reason to be going out of his mind with nerves, therefore only making Steve more nervous.

Chin had already left and Kono couldn’t help but stick around to listen to the two other men as they carried on. She followed behind them with a grin as they all made their way to the elevator. The button was pushed and they all stood there waiting for the doors to open but they all went silent when the doors finally did open. Steve’s eyes grew wide when they met with the bloodshot blues of a tiny blonde. She had a cut on her lip and one eye was puffy and starting to turn purple. The mood immediately fell more serious as Steve stepped forward instinctively, his hands coming to gently cup her face.

Her hands came to rest on his wrists as she looked up at him with a sad smile. “You think I could get a rain check for that date?” Her voice was hoarse, probably having something to do with the hand size bruises around her throat. Steve glanced over his shoulder at the other two who moved to get into the elevator and motioning Steve and Paisley out. He took her hand and led her back to his office, instantly going to gather up the first aid kit. She took a seat on the edge of his desk watching him as he moved. “I’m really sorry. This job was a bit rougher than usual.”

Steve instantly shushed her as he set the box next to her on the desk and opened it. “Don’t apologize. As long as you’re alright.” He started on her bloodied knuckles, making her flinch at the stinging sensation. “It’s really not that bad.”

Paisley scoffed a laugh. “You should see the other guy.” This caused Steve to laugh softly, his eyes glancing up at her for a second. The blonde couldn’t help the shy grin that caused her split lip to sting but she ignored it. “I was really excited about our date.” Her voice was just a soft whisper now, almost as if she was timid. There was a bit of fear and disappointment in her tone as well, thinking that perhaps she had lost her chance with him.

Setting her hand down on her lap, his hand came to the side of her face with a warm smile. “So was I. Doesn’t mean we can’t still have the date. This isn’t exactly normal procedure for a first date but I’m starting to learn that we don’t do anything normal.” She giggled softly as her eyes fell, his other hand still resting in hers on her lap.

Her eyes lifted to catch his, the blue in his orbs dazzling with his sweet smile. “You’d go out with me even if I’m black and blue and sound like Oscar the Grouch?”

Steve’s head shook slightly as he laughed then tucked her mussed blonde locks behind her ear. “Are you kidding? It’s when you’re the hottest.” The smile turned playful as he flashed her a wink. She laughed and gently shoved his chest but she could see that there was some truth to his words.

Silence fell then, eyes locked in a longing gaze. Steve’s thumb trailed softly over her split lip, his ocean orbs watching the action. Even slightly swollen and bloody her lips looked delicious. Her lips parted as her breath seemed to stop altogether. She had been watching his lips as well and they both seemed to have the same idea. Steve leaned in slowly and Paisley lifted her head to meet him.

The kiss was soft and sweet so as not to cause more pain to her lip. But as soon as the kiss started, it wasn’t enough for either of them. Paisley turned, her arms lifting to wrap around Steve’s neck and pulling him in closer. The commander snaked an arm around her middle, his other hand bracing himself against the desk. They threw themselves into the kiss, lips parting as it deepened. The world seemed to fade away as she tightened her arms around his neck, bringing her body up to press against his.

Steve pulled away after the first moan escaped her parted lips. His smug grin made Paisley giggle and her cheeks to darken. It was then that she became aware of her split lip and frowned when she touched her finger to it and found blood. “How about we finish getting you cleaned up, then we can talk about our second date?” The commander’s face was amused and yet sympathetic as he released his hold on her, much to Paisley’s dismay.

Her legs kicked back and forth seeing as she was unable to reach the floor from her perch on the desk. She really wanted to reach out and run her fingers through his short dark hair, or wrap her legs around his waist. She wanted to kiss his full lips and feel those hands of his everywhere and not just delicately on her wounds. But she restrained herself, choosing instead to just watch him as he took care of her. He could feel her eyes on him and his light grin never faded but he refused to look into her eyes or he would truly be lost.

“All done.” He finally exclaimed, extending his hands to either side of him for show before they fell with a slap against his thighs. His eyes lifted then, finally catching hers and he could see the soft need and the growing flame within her blue hues. “You hungry?” He asked, pushing himself between her knees, her hands coming to rest on his shoulders. She nodded, biting her lip between her teeth with a grin. “Come on. I’ll take you to my place. I’m a fantastic cook.”

She wasted no time in nodding her head before leaping down from the desk, her body now flush against his tall frame. Her hands rested against the thickness of his neck and pulled his lips down to hers for a heated kiss. But as abruptly as she had given the kiss, she pushed him away and headed for the door. She pulled open the glass and turned to look over her shoulder. “You comin’ sailor?” Her tongue was captured between her teeth in the corner of her mouth as she tried to hide the growing grin.

His arms were crossed over his chest as he watched her walk away from him and as soon as he saw that little pink tongue, he knew he was hooked. His steps were intent and purposeful as he darted toward her wearing a wicked grin. Paisley let out a squeal of laughter before darting out the door and running toward the elevator. With nowhere else to run, Steve caught her easily, pinning her against the wall as they both panted for breath from the quick sprint. There was a moment they simply stared into each other’s eyes, bodies pressed firmly together. Paisley was sure he could hear the pounding of her heart in her chest, but his was racing just as fast.

Breaking the silence, Paisley’s fingers combed through the hairs on the back of his neck as her head tilted to look up at him. “Now don’t think I owe you anything just because you patched me up, commander. I’m not always this easy to catch. I’m actually quite hard to get. You think you’re tough enough?”

Steve’s features were warm as he looked down at her fondly. His hands were resting lightly against her sides, making soft trails against the fabric of her shirt. “I think I’m up for it. I’d at least like to try.” They both smiled before their lips found each other in a slow kiss, both tightening their arms around each other.

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Please with Jambalaya on Top

Steve Mcgarrett x Paisley(OFC), and some Danny, Jerry, Lou, Tani

Hawaii Five-0

just fluff and married cuteness and doggy bby!

By request from @supergirl000983​  who also inspired the title of this piece :3 Paisley is a OC and his wife she is Sergeant for Five-0, any way it is the Episode where they get Eddie and, she has fallen in love with the dog and Steve can’t tell her No? Please with Jambalaya on top

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“We would have been there quicker if you would have just let me drive.” Steve muttered as he gripped the handle above the car door. Danny was sitting in the backseat with his arms crossed over his chest giving the two of them the deadliest of glares he could muster.

“We will make it there in one piece this way.” Paisley retorted, casting neither of them a glance and keeping her dark eyes locked on the road.

Steve’s face wrinkled as he scowled at her before turning to look at Danny. The shorter man shrugged, a hand lifting in question. “Don’t look at me. You married her, babe.”

Her head turned to him with a bright angelic like smile and Steve couldn’t help but grin. Even though his eyes rolled, a hand moved to rest against her thigh and giving it a light squeeze.

Once they arrived on the scene, Steve and Danny got caught up on the shooting. While they spoke with the agents, Paisley began to walk around the storage containers. The metal was ripped with bullet holes and her mind began to play out what had happened. Her mind went ninety miles an hour and she spaced out into her own little world as always. This was why she was good at her job, this was why Steve loved her, and this was why was one of the best on the team.

She could imagine every possible situation in just minutes. Play out every scenario, see every angle, pick up every mistake, find every hole in the enemy’s scheme. Most of the time she could even figure out the next move or at least get an idea of what they were trying to do. But she needed complete silence, she needed to be alone so she could let her mind wander, allow her thoughts to take over. She was almost psychic in that way, able to pick up smells and sounds and sights that no one else would have noticed or would have even cared about. Maybe it was growing up in the bayou, keeping an eye out for gators and snakes. She was tuned into her senses and it came in handy.

Her eyes shot open when she caught a whiff of blood. From what she had heard, there were only two men gunned down and they were back behind her where her husband was. Her bright eyes looked around her, suddenly in a panic. Someone could be bleeding out, someone else could be hurt. She quickly began to open up containers, frantically calling out for anyone.

Steve heard the frightened twang of his Sergeant’s voice and rushed toward the sound of her voice. It took a few turns but the open container alerted her to her whereabouts. By the time he stepped into the warm, stuffy rig, he was panting and his heart was racing but as soon as his blue eyes locked onto her, he breathed a sigh of relief. His gun lowered, having not even realized he had drawn it on the run over here.

Tears streamed endlessly down the woman’s face, in her arms lay a bloody golden mess. Her hands stroked over the dog’s matted fur as her eyes lifted to plead for help for her new friend. She reluctantly released the animal when Steve knelt over to take him from her arms. Danny was a step behind him to pick Paisley up from the floor. She had smears of blood on her hands and blouse but it was the tears rolling down her face that the detective was worried about. She insisted to ride in the ambulance with Eddie and her husband agreed and he and Danny stayed behind for a few more minutes to speak with the DEA.

Paisley McGarrett always had a soft spot for animals. There were plenty of times Steve had to pull the truck over and help a turtle cross the street or make sure a flock of geese didn’t get ran over. She had taken plenty of strays into the humane society and even volunteered there from time to time when she wasn’t working at five-0. The Commander himself wondered how they didn’t have a farm by now. There were plenty of times she had begged and pleaded for a pet, to bring some stray home, adopt some kitten, or rescue some bird. Every time, it was rough, but Steve had said no.

Waiting in that veterinary hospital, the sergeant was glad when Steve finally came in. His arms wrapped around her as soon as he sat down, holding her against his side as she began to shed new soft tears. The service dog, Eddie, had lost his partner, his handler and was now struggling for his life. And Paisley’s heart was breaking. If that dog died, she would be crushed and there was nothing Steve could do but hold her and rock her gently.

“Go back to work, Commander.” She finally stated simply, her eyes lifting into the ocean hues of her husband. Her hand rested against his chest as her puppy dog eyes worked their charm. “Go catch the sons of bitches that did this to Eddie and his master.” There was venom in her voice and it always stunned McGarrett how passionate she could get.

He smiled softly, a hand resting against her cheek before he offered her a quick kiss to the lips. “I love you.” He stated with his forehead resting against hers.

She beamed, never growing tired of those words. “I love you too, Commander. Now get.” She shoved him gently and Steve huffed a laugh before untangling himself from around Paisley and heading back to solve this case. The Sergeant on the other hand would wait there for the rest of the day until Eddie was in the clear, and she believed he would survive this. He was strong, she could tell. As she hugged her arms around herself, her eyes lifted to the clock above the front desk as she waited.

Jerry had come in to keep her company for a little while, taking care of things with the paperwork and doctors. His presence was comforting and the man was always able to make her smile. He was also quite the hugger, providing comfort and warmth even though it was brief. He could understand her attachment and concern for the dog even though she had just met him. He too was worried about the poor fellow. She had such a big heart, her compassion off the charts, she was bound to find a spot in her heart for the pup. Paisley hated to see Jerry go but she knew he was helping with the case, and just like with Steve, she told him to kick the sons of bitches ass.

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“No, Steven! He was just shot! He needs to rest!” The sergeant squealed when her husband presented his request.

“Baby, he’s fine. They said he’ll make a full recovery. We need him to help with the case.” His hands came to rest on her shoulders, the scowl on her face only faltering slightly. He knew she was just worried, her arms crossed over her chest as she wouldn’t look at him. “The shot missed all of his vitals. Look at me.” She heaved a sigh and her head rolled to look at him with a faint pout. “I won’t let anything happen to him, alright? Trust me.”

Her shoulders slumped in defeat but she finally nodded her head. He offered her a smile before kissing her lips and pulling her to his chest. “You have to promise me something, though.” She muttered against his chest as her arms wrapped around his middle.

“Anything, sweetheart.” He replied with a crooked smile.

“You bring him home after this is all said and done.” She pulled back to look up at his face, a firm resolve flashing in her eyes.

“Baby, we can’t—”

She cut him off with those big pouty eyes, her arms squeezing around his middle. “Pleasssse, With Jambalaya on top!” Her damn Louisiana accent always made her pleas even harder to resist.

Steve knew he didn’t stand a chance. His head nodded slowly and her face immediately lit up. Her arms wrapped tighter around him now, taking in a deep breath and drowning in his musk. “You’re gonna be the death of me, Sergeant.” He scolded playfully before kissing her hair and pulling away from her to go and retrieve Eddie.

She decided to stay behind on this trip, Eddie not being the only one who needed some rest. She had started to sit out cases more and more here lately. But she found that being home alone while her boys were out there searching for drugs and possibly finding trouble, was harder to deal with. She had texted Steve as they made their way to the harbor and a wide smile broke over her face when she saw a picture of the bandaged mutt seated in the back of the SWAT van. That seemed enough reassurance that Steve and the team had this handled. She was starting to wish she had went along though, just to see her boys in action.

Receiving the all clear, Paisley couldn’t help but hop in her car and drive out to wrap up the case. Just in time to see the big bad Lou loving up all over Eddie. She laughed before throwing an arm around Grover. “Look who’s a dog person.”

Lou’s face wrinkled slightly. “No. I’m a /this/ dog person.”

It caused her to snicker before Tani walked by with a grin, slapping her outstretched hand. “Sure, Louie.” Paisley patted his back, leaving him to baby talk with the dog. She squealed when she saw her husband, running the short distance and leaping into his arms. “Who was in the ambulance?” When Steve explained the whole thing, her face grew angry and she slapped him against the shoulder. “He attacked someone! And you nearly let him get shot again??”

Steve cowered with a laugh before clamping his arms around her to keep him from hitting him anymore. “Sarge, he’s fine, look at him.” His hand gestured back toward the happy pup getting love from his Uncle Lou. Paisley sighed and let a grin surface on her lips. “Come on, Babe. Let’s go wrap this up so we can get home.”

She stood by Steve’s side, her hand wrapped around his waist and Eddie standing at her feet as Duke spoke. The cameras and reporters all gathered around to get the story, scanning over the cocaine their team had seized thanks to Eddie. She petted his head with a smile as they commended him and McGarrett for their good work. Once the cameras were gone and the sergeant was left to stand with her commander, she turned to plant a long loving kiss on his lips, causing the team around her to groan and laugh before walking away. The two of them only grinned and deepened the kiss, arms wrapping around each other as Eddie barked.

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“You really like this dog, don’t you?” Danny asked as he was perched upon the McGarretts’ kitchen counter as he munched on an apple.

Paisley was wrapped around her husband as he cut up chicken for the new member of their family. She was all smiles, her eyes bright and dazzling as her attention turned from Danny to Steve with a smug grin. “He’s a nice dog.” Steve countered, paying no attention to either of them, trying to act like he hadn’t given in to Eddie’s or Paisley’s charms.

“You’re attached to him. Just admit it.” The sergeant interjected with her tongue between her teeth. Steve’s eyes only rolled and Danny let out a snicker. “You liiiiiike him.” She drew out, her hands tickling his sides causing him to laugh and finally cave, shaking his head. It only made her smile grow wider, unwrapping herself from him to grab the bowl set out for Eddie. He shoveled the bits of meat into the bowl and she set it down on the kitchen floor. “Eddie! Come on, baby! Dinner.”

Her brow wrinkled when he didn’t come and she moved out of the kitchen, Steve and Danny carrying on about cats and whatever other reason Steve had called Danny over for. After a few minutes of searching the house, her voice finally rang out. “Steve, he’s not here.” She called out after a few minutes, bringing the two men out to meet her.

Steve frowned, bringing a hand to rest against her lower back. “I think I know where he is.” She seemed like she was about ready to cry and he kissed her shoulder before leading her out to the truck.

He was right where Steve thought he would be and Paisley’s heart broke all over again. She leapt from the truck and rushed across the cemetery, collapsing at the dog’s side. As Eddie whimpered and whined, her tears began to fall as she clung to him, her hands running through his soft fur. “It’s ok, baby. I know. But you have a new home now, and we love you and we’ll take care of you.” Steve came down to sit next to her, wrapping an arm around her and placing a kiss to her temple. His hand moved to pet the mourning dog, doing his best to comfort both of them. “And soon you’ll have a little baby McGarrett to play with.”  

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*squeal* so cute 😍

Please with Jambalaya on top- Part 4

Steve McGarrett x Paisley (OFC)

Hawaii Five-0

Another flash back episode guys. Full of flirting, cuteness, and poor Paisley needing to be patched up. But kissing though!

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My H50 Tag Team: @supergirl000983 @t-w-hiddlestoner @loveisfriendship @givemelifeorgiveme  @goldkhator

“Put your hands on your head!” Paisley screamed with her gun drawn but the perp didn’t listen. He quickly turned and headed into the alley and the blonde growled lowering her weapon. “Why do they always run?!” She spat before sprinting off after the guy. The one thing about this job, she was never able to be out of shape. It used to amaze you how Dog kept so fit but once she started, she completely understood. Most underestimated her because of her size, but she didn’t get this far without some stamina and muscle. Her short stature and small size actually worked to her advantage most of the time.

The dark haired man hopped a fence and ran off across the grass and Paisley was hot on his heels. He was a good fifteen years older than her and hopefully wouldn’t last near as long as the blonde could. Then again, he was already proving to be quite the runner. The young bounty hunter wouldn’t give up of course. She was stubborn and determined, never willing to give up or back down from anything. She liked a challenge. Ever since she was younger, she never refused a dare, especially a double dog dare.

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