#untitled 911/Hawaii 5-0 crossover

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Family, Familia, Ohana

Because I need another wip.... and finally named my untitled crossover.

Chapter One: Distress Signals

Summary:

When one family seems lost another comes back from his past. But does Buck want to return to the past or live in the present? And does his present lead to a future he wants? Only he can answer these questions but Steve at least will be there to support him.

McDanno, Buddie, Random use of SWAT characters. Navy Seal Evan Buckley. 

Warnings: Buck Whump.

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Doing my best at hibernating this weekend so actually getting some writing output done. I’m making some progress on the next chapter of Outlaw but I’ve got some other fic ideas gumming up the works for getting anything done on AAT.

So Snippet Sunday from two different WIPs. Not exactly sure where we’re going with this first one....

From Untitled 911/Hawaii 5-0 crossover, Buddie (Evan “Buck” Buckley x Eddie Diaz), McDanno (Steve McGarrett x Daniel Williams), other random characters borrowed from SWAT (TV series not movie)

Warnings for first draft

The low brrrr noise of a phone on vibrate ringing was irritating as Steve had set his phone down unattended on the corner Danny’s desk before leaving for a meeting with the governor about budgets and how 5-0 needed to at least make a show of pretending to have one. Steve didn’t need to leave his phone (that was why there was the silence feature) but after the last disaster during a meeting with the governor and the irritation the elected official had expressed at not having the commander of 5-0’s full attention, Steve had all but been ordered to delegate phone-sitting duties to someone else on his team for the duration of the meeting. 

All scheduled two hours of it.

Lucky Danny had won that duty. He could, theoretically, interrupt said meeting if there was something of importance going on.  Steve wanting a rescue was not a valid reason per the last email Danny had gotten from the governor’s chief of staff either. 

So—no interrupting unless a major crisis was happening.

And now Danny was snatching at the phone as it vibrated it’s way off the edge of his desk to bounce on the floor and then skitter under his desk.  It had startled him by actually going off as the rest of 5-0 was all in their office and no calls had come through dispatch for them all morning. 

Not to jinx anything... but it had been a bizarrely quiet day thus far. 

Danny would like it to remain so for once. 

Just once. 

Please for the love of god—just one quiet day where he didn’t get shot at, shoot at anyone himself, or have any interaction with medical personnel. 

Swearing, he ended up on his hands and knees to retrieve the blasted piece of technology.  By the time he wrapped his fingers around the handset, whoever was calling had hung up. Annoyed, Danny sat back on his heels and swiped to open the phone, inputting Grace’s birthdate which Steve used as his password because it was the same one that Danny used on his own phone. 

The number wasn’t in Steve’s contacts but it was an area code he didn’t immediately recognize. There was a notification about a missed call but there was also a text message from the same number. 

The message simply said “Call me Smooth Dog!”. 

Arching one eyebrow, Danny wondered which skeleton was crawling out of Steve’s closet now. Mentally, he tallied all the former or current military members that Danny had been introduced to over the last several years and came up blank on who it could be. Civilians—like him—didn’t call Steve by the moniker Smooth Dog so it had to be someone he knew from when he was active duty. 

Danny was debating whether or not to call this person back when the phone notified him that the number was calling again. Whoever was calling was either impatient or it was potentially an emergency and Danny should answer. Tapping on the green answer button, he raised Steve’s phone to his ear. 

“About time you answered,” a husky male voice groused before Danny could say anything. 

“Ahem. This is Detective Danny Williams on Steve’s phone. Who is this?”

There was a crackle of static that disrupted the silence on the other end. “This is the famous Danno?”

Huffing in irritation, Danny scowled and looked in the direction of Steve’s empty office. “This is Detective Danny Williams.  Now who do I have the pleasure of speaking with?”

Laughter erupted over the connection.  It was a nice, full-bellied sound and Danny tried his best not to get more annoyed—resolving to wait out whoever this was. “Smooth Dog talks about you all the time,” was said more clearly after a cough that poorly concealed more laughter. “Well if you have his phone... can you please tell Steve to call Hondo? Today?”

“Hondo?  Like the John Wayne movie?”

“Yeah. Like the movie. Tell Steve it’s important—about his favorite nephew.”

“Nephew?” Danny was confused.  Steve had a niece not a nephew. And while Charlie did tend to call him Uncle Steve, Danny was pretty sure it wasn’t Charlie that this Hondo was referring to. 

“He’ll know what I’m talking about.  Please make sure he understands it’s time sensitive.”  Hondo now sounded dead serious and some urgency crept into his voice. 

“Sure.  Hondo called about his nephew.”

“Sounds like you’ve got it Danno.”

Danny’s teeth made a creaking sound he clenched them so hard. “Please call me Danny.  Danno is what my daughter calls me.”

More laughter. “I’ll try to remember that Detective Williams,” Hondo at least attempted to sound more normal but the snort of laughter at the end wasn’t.  With a “later” the other man hung up without giving Danny the opportunity to say anything further. 

Pulling the phone away from his ear, Danny stared at it as if it had more answers in frustration. 

“Hey Danny?  Who was that?” Kono asked from the open doorway, her long hair sweeping over her shoulder as she leaned into his office. 

“I’m not sure.  Some buddy of Steve’s,” he muttered in response as he beckoned her in, still staring at the phone screen which had gone dark from no activity. 

From The Outlaw and the Cartel Boss, Chapter XIV: Emily. Mayans MC, Sentinel/Guide AU. Miguel Galindo x Ezekiel “EZ” Reyes, Miguel Galindo x Emily Galindo, Angel Reyes x Luisa “Adelita” Espinosa, Angel Reyes x Johnny “Coco” Cruz.

Warnings for first draft.

Frustrated.

Angry.

Scared—though less of that right now-now given she was at home and Nestor made sure she saw him and his team’s presence surrounding her like a layer of armor. The soft squeeze to her shoulder and the extra careful way Nestor made enough noise to let her know that he wasn’t sneaking up on her when she ensconced herself in the living room that had become her refuge the last week since the kidnapping and how he always seemed to be handing her a new cup of hot tea... Nestor had been the most supportive of anyone in this house.

Dita fluttered in and out, her mother-in-law’s own anxiety feeding into her fears and ratcheting them up instead of helping. The frown lines felt like they were becoming permanently etched between her eyes and her neck was tight with chronic tension that didn’t abate no matter how much she rubbed at it.

Suspicion. Her husband’s silence had created a space between them that seemed at times insurmountable yet she also resented it but didn’t do anything about it. Miguel should be here next to her but he also should be working to get their son back, out searching and the dichotomy made her both suspicious at his distance as well as grateful for it. Too many parts of her were at war with each other. She wasn’t being kind to her husband.

Worry, however, alternatively swamped her in waves. Worry for Cristobal. Worry about who else Los Olividados would target. Worry for her husband and his business and what he wasn’t telling her—what he was hiding from her. So much worry and stress making her fatigued and snappish, her nerves shot and her hands shaking around the mug of tea she clutched like a lifeline most days.

She hadn’t slept well since that night. Her dreams were haunted by half-remembered glances of homemade masks and the sound of gunshots. The smell of blood and the feeling of loose, broken asphalt under her hands and knees.

And ending up in the hospital?

EZ had been more of a comfort than her own husband. He’d come to see her as soon as she’d called and it had felt like slipping back into that old, comfortable place before he’d gone to prison.... like a comfortable old sweater.

Emily sighed, carding her hands through her loose hair and looked down at Cristobal who was asleep in her arms. Soft, sweat dampened curls moved in the air movement from the ceiling fan above them. She hadn’t let Dita or anyone else take him from her arms once she’d settled back into her nest. Miguel had gone out to some sort of mysterious business meeting and, upon returning had only checked in on their son before hiding back again in his office saying hardly a word to her.

He’d been distant. Cold. Unfeeling and unresponsive when she’d purposefully turned their son away from his hand when he’d reached out to caress his crown. He hadn’t fought with her and instead was keeping his distance despite how she knew he had to be wanting to hold his tesoro.

She was being unfair to her husband. She knew this... but she couldn’t stop her instinctual response of blaming Miguel for what had happened. And then he’d frozen her out after the hospital. No news. No updates. No indication of what was happening with their son.

And then he’d shown up with Cristobal in his arms today...and he’d had him for how long?

He hadn’t told her the moment he had their baby back... How could he be so cruel to her?

She might forgive Miguel—eventually. But for now? She needed to just be with her son and have some distance between herself and her husband. Distance so she could think. So she could try to soothe her jangled nerves.

Emily wasn’t kidding herself—she knew she’d hurt Miguel when he was already blaming himself for the abduction... but it wasn’t exactly inaccurate to say that if it hadn’t been for who Miguel was their son never would have been taken from her arms.

But he had gotten Cristobal back....

She sighed, resettling her son’s weight against her body.

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Monday writing

Snippet from this morning’s writing before work. 

From Untitled 911/Hawaii 5-0 Crossover, Buddie, McDanno. Various appropriation of SWAT TV characters. 

Warnings: first draft, Steve POV.

Danny had been watching him, gears turning in his head but he seemed willing to believe Steve’s word on Hondo.  “So Hondo called—and I asked if it was like the John Wayne movie.”

Steve couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped, picturing Hondo’s reaction to explaining his nickname—which was partially related to John Wayne.  Most didn’t pick up on the reference anymore but little escaped his Danno. “I’m sure he loved that.”

The dirty look that Danny shot him was confirmation. “As I was saying, like the movie.  And then he told me to have you call him about your nephew. Which,” Danny made a flowing gesture with one hand at Steve, “to my knowledge you don’t have. Joanie is your niece.”

At the word “nephew” Steve’s spine straightened and his shoulders tightened. “My nephew?”  There was only one man that Hondo could be referring to and Steve hadn’t heard anything from LA in a while that suggested trouble. 

Danny cocked his head, gaze narrowing. “Your nephew.  Now who might that be?”

“You don’t know him,” Steve held out his hand for his cell. 

Danny pulled the phone out of reach. “Who is he?  And why would he be in trouble?”

Sighing, Steve debated just diving for his phone but knew that Danny would likely fight him for it. Putting both hands on his hips he stood over Danny. “Can I have my phone?”

Danny didn’t like his non-answer. “Who is this nephew Steven?”

“He’s not really my nephew—it’s more of a joke than anything.”

“Doesn’t sound like a joke.  Say the magic words Steven.”

Huffing at Danny, Steve held out his hand for his phone. “Please.”

Danny was being decidedly difficult and pulled the phone further out of reach. “Who’s your nephew?”

Steve made a grab for the phone and got a kick to his shin as Danny managed to hold it out of reach despite Steve’s longer reach. Glaring as he rubbed his leg and not willing to cause Danny’s headache to worsen, Steve growled at Danny. “His name is Buck.  He’s one of my former teammates.”

“Buck?” Danny’s eyebrows had gone up.  “Another nickname?”

Rolling his eyes at Danny, Steve sat in the other chair across from him. He wasn’t going to get his phone without giving Danny more information. “It’s a shortened form of his last name.  He actually usually got called kid.”

“Kid?”

“He was the youngest guy on my team.”

Danny was playing with the phone in his hands, turning over the facts that Steve was giving him. “A seal?”

Nodding, Steve debated making another grab for his phone. “Yes.  He got out of the navy after his first contract ended—wanted to actually feel like he was saving people more directly.”

“Admirable. But why’s this Hondo calling about him?  Said it was time sensitive.”

“Hondo’s a former marine, works LAPD SWAT and Buck lives in LA last I heard.  I’d have to call him to find out.” Steve gave a pointed glare towards his phone in Danny’s hands. 

“SWAT?  He as crazy as you?” Danny still wasn’t giving up the phone. 

“No.  He’s got a good team he works with though.  Now can I have my phone?”

Danny looked almost ready to capitulate but he had one final question. “What kind of trouble could this Buck be in?”

Steve shrugged. “He’s a firefighter but he wouldn’t get himself mixed up in anything illegal—he’s too smart for that and not the type.”

“A firefighter?  He went from seal to firefighter?”  Danny looked as if he didn’t believe Steve.

Steve shrugged. “He wanted to help people—makes sense.”

Danny finally relented, passing over the phone. “You’ll tell me if I can help?”

“Yes Danno,” Steve promised.  First he had to find out what was going on—it might not be anything to involve Danny in or it might be something more law enforcement related. Steve wouldn’t know until he called. 

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Continued Buck POV/chapter one.... again warning for first draft. 

Retrospectively, Buck should have anticipated this. He knew Eddie—better than almost anyone. They had, after a brief rocky introduction, just clicked into sync with each other so much that Buck had wondered why he hadn’t always been with Eddie by his side—two halves of a whole. The snapping of that link, the falling out of synchrony, the silence between them no longer full of nonverbal communication had been deafening to him.  The way Eddie held himself so they never even casually brushed against one another, the way he didn’t let Buck see what was going on... the withholding of the physical and mental connection made him feel like he was slowly emotionally bleeding out rather than from the blood thinners he was taking. 

The sound of a fire engine’s siren echoed through the night, overpowering the constant sound of LA traffic from the nearby highway. The smell on the air tonight was clean but Buck thought he could still scent the smoke that had covered the team as they’d returned from another call out that he hadn’t been allowed to go on.  He’d spent the end of his shift cleaning out the truck and ambulance while everyone else had showered and sat down for a well deserved meal he’d thrown into the oven while they’d been gone. 

The act of cleaning was meditative and metaphorical. Maybe he could scour away his mistakes like he did the dirt and grime that came from doing their jobs. 

A job that used to mean everything to him. A job that he took pride in. That was part of his identity—his core. 

A job that felt like it was killing him now. 

He’d chased every possibility to get back to here but had ended up with only the ashy remains of his former life breaking apart in his hands. His hands that were a liability—he was only allowed out on calls that were almost guaranteed to not be anything other than routine. No danger. No need for his skills. 

He was given the same tasks a probie would get but none of the mentoring or camaraderie. 

After all, Bobby had reminded him—his house, his rules. And it was more than obvious that Bobby still didn’t trust Buck to stay safe or out of trouble.  Buck was only allowed back for the bare minimum so he couldn’t file another lawsuit—even if that went unsaid. Chimney and Hen had, at first, tried to minimally help him out but he had bristled when Eddie made a comment about how they were helping out the traitor and he’d asked them to not interfere. 

Chimney and Hen had backed off and rarely sought him out anymore, avoiding his eyes when he entered rooms, avoiding any possibility of confrontation.  He’d asked for space—not to be ignored completely but that is how they both took it. Choosing to follow Bobby’s example of non-interaction. Buck had debated trying to talk to them but didn’t know how to start the conversation over since things had gone on this long like this. 

But today?  Today had been the straw that broke the camel’s back. 

He’d overheard Bobby inviting Eddie to bring Cristopher for a family dinner night, saying that everyone else had already accepted. 

Everyone except Buck—who hadn’t been invited. 

He was no longer included in the family and it had hit him all at once, his chest seizing up tight and making it hard to suck air in and out as he mopped the floor just around the truck from where Eddie and Bobby were talking. 

Breathe Buck, he told himself. In and out. 

You would think after six weeks of being shut out that it wouldn’t hurt so much to be excluded from just one more event. One more gathering. One more family meal. But this one? It’d felt like he’d been gutted with one of their saws, the blade dull from use and just slowly tearing him apart. 

Somehow he’d finished the last hour and a half of his shift without having to speak to anyone and, when the time was up, just faded away after changing out of his uniform. He hadn’t bothered to say goodnight to anyone as the rest of the team had been eating the casserole he’d made and he could hear their raucous discussion echoing through the fire house. 

He felt so cold despite the warm air temperatures and the alcohol hitting his blood stream.  Emptying the beer, he opened another one—his third and half of what he’d bought. He wanted to be drunk—to black out. To feel numb. Anything but how he felt right now.

Doing my best at hibernating this weekend so actually getting some writing output done. I’m making some progress on the next chapter of Outlaw but I’ve got some other fic ideas gumming up the works for getting anything done on AAT.

So Snippet Sunday from two different WIPs. Not exactly sure where we’re going with this first one….

From Untitled 911/Hawaii 5-0 crossover, Buddie (Evan “Buck” Buckley x Eddie Diaz), McDanno (Steve McGarrett x Daniel Williams), other random characters borrowed from SWAT (TV series not movie)

Warnings for first draft

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More from the untitled 911/Hawaii 5-0 crossover, different scene. Still first draft.

Buck’s hands were white knuckled he was gripping the bottle of beer so tightly that he wouldn’t drop it over the edge despite the fine tremor in his hands that he’d been noticing more often as of late when he wasn’t at work. He’d grabbed a six-pack on the way home from shift and immediately headed up to the roof of his apartment building just wanting to be away from everybody—that way he couldn’t be ignored or found easily. The loneliness was the worst of the consequences for his actions. It tore at him along with the casual freezing out that his family coworkers had perfected over the last six weeks. Or if they weren’t talking to him they were critiquing his work—which was almost worse but at least then they were speaking to him. 

He’d thought getting his job back and dropping the lawsuit would have smoothed things over.  Healed the hurts on both sides as he was giving up everything to have his job and family back. 

Buck had been so spectacularly and fantastically wrong about that and now he had to deal with the consequences. 

My House, My Rules.

Bobby’s ultimatum sat heavy in his belly, the beer not mixing well with the emptiness within Buck. He’d had next to no appetite and it wasn’t like anyone was happy sharing their meals with him. The number one rule the last six weeks had been to avoid the kitchen when anyone else was there—especially Bobby.  Bobby would let him have a bite but would pointedly leave instead of eating whatever he’d prepared if Buck was there. Or worse—he’d stay, inhale his food and then leave the dishes for Buck to clean up without looking at him other than to give him the order to clean up. 

Growing up, Buck had learned over time which actions would get him backhanded by his father but at least that had been some sort of attention even if had been negative. What was worse was the uncaring, casual ignoring or silence. The way that at times he’d felt like a ghost in his own family home, afraid of saying the wrong thing, doing the wrong thing or just being noticed.  He’d sworn to himself that he’d never do that again—that he was a person too and deserved to have  a real family like everyone else. A real family. A normal one like everyone else. That he wasn’t... that he wasn’t unlovable. 

He had to believe that. Abby had loved him—at least somewhat even if it hadn’t worked out like he’d wanted it to.  Maddie said she did but she was too preoccupied right now and was angry with him too.  And Eddie....

God Eddie. 

Buck took a deep pull off the lukewarm beer, trying not to let loose the sob that felt stuck in his throat. 

Eddie hated him now.  Wouldn’t let him near Chris. Because Buck had proven that he was just as bad as Shannon in Eddie’s eyes. Buck had chosen his job over Eddie and Chris. Had told private things to the lawyer that had been used against him. 

He’d betrayed Eddie.

Doing my best at hibernating this weekend so actually getting some writing output done. I’m making some progress on the next chapter of Outlaw but I’ve got some other fic ideas gumming up the works for getting anything done on AAT.

So Snippet Sunday from two different WIPs. Not exactly sure where we’re going with this first one….

From Untitled 911/Hawaii 5-0 crossover, Buddie (Evan “Buck” Buckley x Eddie Diaz), McDanno (Steve McGarrett x Daniel Williams), other random characters borrowed from SWAT (TV series not movie)

Warnings for first draft

Keep reading