#wo fat

[agentbootyreportingforduty]

FAN QUESTION: who is the strongest actor on hawaii five-0? (to you personally)

I’m so curious what the fandom’s general thoughts are! p.s. this is purely about acting talent, not about whether the character and/or storylines are “good” or not. it’s how they take the script and character narrative and make it their own. acting can be subjective so just vote with your heart. pretend this is the fake h50 oscar awards.

I put the main cast as options until the maximum tumblr allows, but if there’s someone I couldn’t fit that you think is the most talented, name them in the tags! there’s no right or wrong here, I just like seeing interesting discourse so feel free to explain your thoughts or debate in the replies 😌

[ghostlyfanparadise]

[theatrediva1975]

Redemption

Shock to the System

Los Angeles, California

Monday, September 20th, 2010

The day had been long.  Inordinately long.  A hostage situation went sideways, SWAT was called in and LAPD’s finest had to do whatever was necessary to save the day.

And they did.  Just like always.

Now, as the sun began to set over the Los Angeles skyline, SWAT Lieutenant Samantha Devereaux was happy to be on her way home where she planned on curling up with her beloved pit bull, Red, and indulging in her guilty pleasure – reality TV.

Sam eased her Kawasaki Ninja into the driveway.  Waving across the street to Mrs. Miller, Sam removed her helmet, releasing her long, dark auburn ponytail.  She grabbed her mail and made her way up the front walk to her porch, where a package from Aunt Mae was waiting.  Sam smiled, wondering what Hawaiian goodies Mae had stuffed into the box this time.

Sam disengaged the security alarm as she was toppled sideways by her big baby, Red.  “How’s my big boy?  Did you behave today, huh?  Didn’t eat any more of my shoes, did you?”  

Dropping her backpack by the front door, Sam began stripping the day off her 5’ 8” frame as she walked towards the kitchen to get Red his cookie.  Jacket thrown haphazardly on the coat rack, boots kicked off one by one by the couch, gun and badge deposited on the kitchen island.  As she reached up on top of the refrigerator to grab Red’s cookie jar, the house phone rang.

Sam furrowed her brow.  The only time the house phone rang was if her commander couldn’t wake her up at 2am with a SWAT call out.  Sam checked the caller ID and saw it was Mae.

“Hey, Mae!  I literally just walked in the door with your package.  I haven’t even had time to pop open my knife to open it,” Sam said jovially.

Silence.

“Mae?  You there?”  Butt dial, maybe, Sam thought.

Sobbing.  Sam could hear her aunt sobbing on the other end of the line and her blood ran cold.

“Mae!  What is it?  Are you alright?”  

“Oh, Sam.  I can’t…I don’t know…I can’t under….” Mae choked.

“Aunt Mae, are you okay?  What’s going on?” Sam prodded.  “Talk to me.”

“Sweetie, it’s…. it’s John,” Mae blurted out.  “Sweetie, he’s, oh God, honey, he’s gone.  John’s dead.”

Sam’s knees buckled and as if in slow motion, she hit the floor, hard.  Time stopped.  No.  It couldn’t be John.  There had to be a mistake.  

Struggling to find her voice, she asked, “How Mae?  When?”  She tried to will it to be a mistake but in her heart, she just…knew.  Too many years in the field taught her better.

“I don’t know the details, but from what the police officers who questioned me said, it sounds as though he may have surprised someone who broke into the house this afternoon.  They asked if I had heard or seen anything out of the ordinary over the past few days.  He was…he was shot.”  The last words came out in a whisper.  

Sam fought to suppress the bile that rose in her throat when she heard the last word.  

Shot.  

John McGarrett was shot.  

No.  That wasn’t possible.  How in the hell did John McGarrett, a decorated Vietnam veteran and cop, wind up shot and killed in his own home in broad day light?  This couldn’t be real.  

And just like that, Sam went on autopilot and her training kicked in.  Not the SWAT training.  Her other training.  The training that told her that there was something far bigger going on than just a random break in.  The training that had her already running strategy and scenarios for Mae’s safety, intel to be gathered, calls to be made, favors to cash in. 

“Mae?  I need you to listen to me, okay?”  Sam said, trying to keep the fear out of her voice.

“What?  That I need to pack a bag and go stay with Jim & Paula?  I know how your mind works, sweetie.”  Sam marveled at how in tune she and Mae remained, despite the miles between them.  “I already worked out what you would be thinking.  Sam, please, come home.  Be careful, but come home.”  The pleading in her aunt’s voice broke what was left of Sam’s heart.

“Don’t worry about me, Mae.  I’ll be fine, too.  I’ll send you my flight info as soon as I have it.  And Mae?”

“Yes, sweetie?”

“I love you.  You know that, right?” Sam asked.

“And I love you right back, my sweet girl,” Mae responded.  

Sam hung up the phone and placed it on the floor.  Leaning against the refrigerator where she landed, dozens of thoughts and memories flooded Sam’s brain as she tried to process the fact that John McGarrett, her beloved mentor and surrogate father, was dead.

Despite sensing his person needed him, Red walked up to Sam and started to whimper to go outside.  She absently patted his head as she tried to work her way through what needed to be done.    Compartmentalization.  That was all Sam could focus on.  

Shaking her head out of the fog, Sam got up, grabbed her gun and badge from the island and her phone and keys out of her backpack and hooked Red up to his leash.  She set the alarm and locked the door behind her as she took Red out for a quick walk.  As she did, she remained cognizant of her surroundings.  She kept an eye out for anything out of the ordinary.  For a day that seemed normal – as if a crazy day at LAPD SWAT was considered normal – Sam felt a shift of some sort.  She felt like, all of a sudden, she was back to her hypervigilant days as a CIA operative, constantly looking over her shoulder, assessing any impending threat, looking for strange cars or people between her house and the park down the street where Red liked to people watch.  

As they completed their walk and made their way back to the house, Sam checked her phone for the first time since leaving headquarters.  There were several missed calls from Mae, two texts from Javi asking if she wanted company tonight, and one from Jazz, checking in before her date tonight.  Jazz.  That’s the priority call.  She typed out a quick response to Javi that she was tied up.  She didn’t feel like she owed him a full blown explanation.  Wickes would fill the team in tomorrow anyways.  She just couldn’t deal with him tonight.

After locking up and resetting her alarm, Sam made a beeline for the back of the house.  While her family room looked like any other family room, no one noticed that the room was shorter on the inside than it was on the outside.  A sliding bookshelf blocked off a small, secure space where Sam kept what could only be described as a small arsenal of weaponry, as well as multiple cell phones, laptops, tablets and boxes of paperwork – her own personal case notes that she kept on every CIA op, mission and case she ever worked on.  There was even a secure drawer full of passports, driver’s licenses and social security cards for a set of aliases she had set up for herself over the years, should the need to disappear ever arise.  She set herself up in her own personal SCIF – Secure Compartmented Information Facility.  And once Sam was comfortable, she pulled up a secure link and set up a video conference with her darling Jazz.

Within seconds the beautiful Amazonian was on her screen.

“Hey girl!”  Jazz’s larger than life personality filled the screen.  Barely paying attention to what was happening, Jazz started going on and on about her upcoming date for the evening.  Regaling Sam with information on her latest Mr. Possible Right, it took her a full minute to come up for air and really looked at Sam for the first time.  Jazz stopped dead in her tracks.

“Samantha?”

“Jasmine,” Sam said quietly, once again fighting the urge to break down.

“Honey girl, what happened?  What do you need?”  Jazz asked.

“I’m sorry to put you in this position, given that I’m no longer with the Company, but you and Matty are the only two people I can trust with this.” Sam said.

“Sam, you know I am here for you, no matter what.  Just hit me with it.”

Sam took a halting breath.  “John McGarrett was murdered in his home today.” 

“Oh my God!” Jazz said quietly.  She knew how much John McGarrett meant to her dear friend.  The man had been a second father to her her entire life, especially after her parents died.  Jazz had always thought John saved Sam after her world crashed down on her in Munich.  This was going to tear Sam apart.  “I will get you everything, you know I will.”  Jazz began furiously working her technical magic.

“I know.  HPD would more than likely have had the scene.  Mae called me.  Jazz, you should have heard her.”  Sam rambled on for several minutes until…

“Fuck me sideways.”  Jazz mumbled.

“What?” Sam said cautiously as Jazz stared back at her through the screen.  “Jazz, what?” 

“According to a Naval intelligence report, John McGarrett was on the phone with his son when he was shot and killed.”  Jazz’s eyes were watering as she was reading whatever file she had tapped into.

“You’re telling me that Steve heard his father…?”  The bile once again began to rise in Sam’s throat.  Oh God.  Wait, if Steve and John were on the phone…Sam’s mind was spinning.  “Does that mean they know who shot and killed John?” Sam asked.

“Yes,” Jazz said, pausing a moment too long, as she once again gazed at her friend through the screen.  Sam prompted her.

“Jazz, who killed John?”  Sam demanded.

Visibly choking on the words as a tear rolled down her cheek, Jazz said the one name Sam never expected to hear fall from her lips.

“Victor Hesse.”

[everlastingcastiel]

Still don't understand why h50 didn't make mcgarrett and Wo Fat brothers?? Like it would have made the storyline make sense 😂😭

[lesdeuxmuses]

Wo Fat - The Black Code (Small Stone Records, Cargo Records, 2017)

[acholicnarwhal]

My favorite thing about stoner groove bands is that the majority of them have the funniest names to date

[3-rats-in-a-doublet]

I already hate Wo Fat, only in season 2 and someone needs push that Limp noodle bitch down the stairs

[angelsvoice1love]

Moving on? Pt 1

The Five-o team were all together at the football game, everyone was watching the game and laughing when Danny and his daughter Grace came.

Danny: Monkey, this is Kono, Chin, Y/n and Steve. Everyone this is my daughter Grace.

Steve: Hi. You know, your dad talks about you a lot.

Grace: Daddy, talks about you a lot too. She said, making everyone laugh.

Shaking your head, you turned to Grace and held out a bag for her.

Y/n: How about some candy? You asked, as you held out a big bag full of mixed gummy candies.

Danny: Question, why do you have that much candy?

Y/n: Well, you know...since it's the game I thought why don't I do something special for myself and my friends and spoil us. So, I got a big bag full of mixed gummies for the game. Is it that bad?

Danny: No...just asking.

Chin: They are good though.

Kono: Uh-huh, the best.

Danny: What makes then so special?

Steve: Swidish. Steve filled in, before you could say a word.

Grace: Daddy, can I have some nachos?

Everyone laughed again, as he nodded his head taking his daughter to the food stand. Before Danny and Grace were gone I jumped up following after them.

Y/n: Wait up.

Danny: Nachos?

Y/n: What? No. I just wanted to get something to drink. Um...i was wondering, if a adorable little girl would like a slushie too. You said, with a smile as you smirked at Danny.

Grace: Can I Dano?

Danny: Of course. Sure monkey.

Suddenly there was a loud bang, gunshots were heard as Danny asked you to stay with a lady, her daughter and Grace in the bathroom.

Y/n: Dan-

Danny: Please, I'm begging you stay with Grace. I don't want anything to happen to her, and with you I know it'll be okay.

Y/n: Okay, be careful.

After a while, we heard Danny yelling out Grace name and in a flash she was in his arms. Looking up at you, you both shared a smile and headed off.

When you got to five-0, you had your shorts, sneakers, and red football jersey walking in with a wild hair do and all wet.

Steve: W...what happened to you?

Y/n: Yeah...well, as I got out of my car someone jugged water out of there truck and something else, that I hope was beer. You said, with anger clear in your eyes. They yelled at me saying you suck, choose a right team bitch.

Chin walked over to you giving you a towel, while you dried off your face.

Kono: You okay?

Y/n: Yeah. W...would you mind if I took a shower real quick guys? I...i really don't think that was beer. You said, as a disguised expression spread all over your face.

Everyone moved out of the way, giving you a clear path.

Y/n: Oh, before the shower, dinner tonight my treat. Drinks and all, you guys in?

Steve, Danny, Chin, Kono: We're in.

After a long, long shower and many washed you finally felt clean.

Thankful that you had some clothes in your locker you were busy until you noticed something missing, a shirt.

Y/n: Oh no.

Steve: Y/n, you still here?

Y/n: Y...Steve?

Steve: Where are you? He asked, as he turned the corner seeing you in your bra.

Grabbing the towel, to cover yourself, your eyes skattered around the floor, as you felt embarrassed.

Y/n: I...i um...I'm kinda missing a...a shirt.

Steve: A shirt?

Y/n: Yes. I don't have one. I thought I put an extra one in the locker but I...well I guess I used it...but-

Steve: Here. He said, holding out one of his shirts to you. You can bring it back, whenever. Turning around Steve let you get dressed before talking again. Listen since your car was damaged with what happened today...i was wondering if you'd like to go to the bar together?

Y/n: Yeah, I guess that'll be fine. You said, standing next to Steve.

"Time Skip"

After treating everyone for dinner and drinks, Steve took you to your home.

Steve: Thank you for dinner.

Y/n: Thank you, for the ride. You replied, as you looked over at him.

A sudden wave of awkwardness, fell into the atmosphere of the car. Eye contact was made, and that's when Steve came closer and closer until he filled the gap.

After the small gentle kiss, you pulled away locking eyes with Steve.

Y/n: I...um-

Steve cut you off, by connecting your lips with his again this time making the kiss more passionate and hot.

Y/n: Mmm...S...Steve. You spoke, as you pushed him away.

Steve: What?

Y/n: I can't do this. N...not again.

Steve: What o you mean?

Y/n: I mean...i can't go through all of this again. The not knowing if you'll be okay when you do stupid and reckless things...or...the worst part.

Steve: Worst part?

Y/n: Catherine.

Steve: Catherine? What does that mean?

Y/n: You know exactly what I mean. You replied, as tears started forming in your eyes. No matter what, you'll always keep running to her. No matter what you keep telling me, everyone else or yourself...she'll always be the one you go to Steve. And I...i just can't be the one that keeps getting hurt. You said, as you got out of his truck and into your home.

Once the door was closed you full on cried, as you felt the pain in your chest all coming back.

"Next Day"

"Y/n's Pov"

The next day I went to the Five-0 office, dressed in jeans, sneakers and a comfortable black shirt.

Marching to Steve's office, i kcocked on the door indicating your presence.

Steve: Come in, y/n. What's up?

Y/n: Hi boss. I...i...um, brought your shirt. I washed it last night, and ironed it so it's clean. I said, as I placed his shirt on the table.

Steve: Thanks. Listen y/n, I would really like to discuss what happened last night.

Y/n: Steve, i-

Steve: Please.

Nodding I closed the door behind me as I took a seat on the leather couch. Steve stood up from behind the desk, and came over to join me on the couch.

Steve: Y/n, I know Catherine and I have a history, but that's all in the past now. Yes, I know that what happened two months ago shouldn't have happened and I've apologized over a hundred times. But what happened last night, that kiss...it meant everything to me. I really care about you y/n, and I want to give us another try...if you'll let me. I can show you just how sorry I am, and how much I want to give this another shot.

Looking at Steve, I listened intensely to every word. Yes, I do care about Steve, and yes, I want to give this another go...but what does the future truly hold?

Y/n: Steve, I really...really wanted to come in here today just to give you you're shirt, yell at you a little and maybe punch you.

Steve: What?

Y/n: But, I know it won't change how I feel. Yes, I'm mad, yes I'm confused, but mainly I....i just want to forgive you and kiss you so badly.

Steve: Kiss me? Steve asked, raising his brow.

Y/n: Really? That's all you got from that?

Steve: No. The part where you want to kiss me is just the icing on the cake, the most important part is the forgiving part.

Without another thought I punched Steve, on his bicep, making him groan in pain as he grabbed his arm.

Steve: Ow, what was that for?

Y/n: That was to get all my frustrations out on you. Don't think you don't deserve it.

Leaning in I kissed Steve on the cheek, as I took his hand in mine as I sat back again. Rubbing his knuckles I brought his hand to my lips and kissed it.

Y/n: Steve...I'm, I'm willing to give this another try if you are.

Steve: I am. Y/n, I promise that what happened...that's in the past I promise. He said, as he hugged me while kissing my temple.

"Danny Pov"

Kono: Mind telling me why those two stopped dating in the first place?

Chin: Don't know. They were dating for 4 months then just broke up, neither of them said a word, and that's two months ago. But by the looks of it, they made up. Chin said, looking at them.

Danny: Yeah, but for how long?

Kono: What do you mean by that Danny?

Danny: Y/n, told me what happened.

Chin: What did she say?

Danny: Well, since I was a married man, I understood why she broke up with him in the first place. And it was bad.

Kono: Are you going to tell us? Since they got together again, I want to know why.

Danny looked confused for a few seconds, but raised his shoulders as he realized it wouldn't be bad to mention since you and Steve obviously talked it over.

Danny: The reason y/n, broke it off with Steve was because he...uh-

Kono: He what? Kono asked me.

Danny: Well, when they were dating one night, Steve cooked a romantic candle lit dinner for y/n...with the help of Max.

Chin & Kono: Max?

Danny: Yes.

Chin: Huh, I didn't know Max was romantic.

Danny: Anyway, so they were having this fancy dinner that Max made too and they were both talking, when Steve's phone rang. And with the job we have, you never know what the call could be about. So, he picks up the phone and it turns out, it wasn't that important at all. Turns out it was Catherine.

Chin: Catherine? Why would she call Steve? They broke up wya before Steve, and y/n got together.

Danny: Yeah, but that's not the point. What Steve did was wrong. Steve left y/n, and their romantic date to go and help Catherine with her car.

Kono: Her car? What, was she stranded on some unknown area?

Danny: No. She was close to a gas station.

Kono: So, Steve left his girlfriend to go help out his ex, who could've called anyone else or roadside assistance?

Danny: Yeah.

Kono: Poor y/n.

Chin: Is that when they broke up?

Danny: No. They broke up after that, quite a while after that actually.

Kono: Okay, so when and how?

Danny: They broke up after Steve met y/n parents.

Chin: After he met her parents?

Danny: The same day, in the evening. The same day he went to meet them, everything was going great until Steve got a call.

Kono: Catherine?

Danny: Yes, and no. Steve got a call about Catherine getting hurt and Steve, being her emergency contact. Steve left the house without any explanation only saying he'd call her later. Only he never did and y/n parents had to take her home.

Kono: So, he didn't call her or accept her calls?

Shaking his head, Danny took a sip of his coffee as he looked over at Steve's office watching how you both laughed. How Steve held you in his arms.

"Y/n Pov"

After a while of talking to Steve, he kissed my hand as I got up to get back to work. Just as I was about to enter the kitchen, Danny pulled me into his office for a talk.

Danny: Y/n, are you sure you thought this through? You got hurt badly, and it wasn't a pretty picture.

Y/n: Danny, I thought about it a lot, and...i realized that I still love Steve. Yes, what happened wasn't convenient but, we can work it out. Besides, I really don't mind Catherine at all Danny. Catherine and I were friends before this whole, ex-thing started. Steve and Catherine are familiar with one another, and I think it's in a way sweet.

Danny: So, your not at all worried about any feelings that may resurface?

Y/n: No. I trust Steve. They were like that first love that you can't get over. They'll always have a place in each others hearts for each other. Just as long as it stays in the past.

Danny: Okay, I just don't want all of this to happen again.

Y/n: I understand. Thank you, for caring about my feelings Danny. I said, as I hugged him tight.

Danny: Yeah, yeah. I know. He replied, with a soft laugh.

[lupines-slash-recs]

Rec: Dragon and Koi by Whisper132

Title: Dragon and Koi Author: Whisper132 Canon: Hawaii Five-0 Pairing: Wo Fat/Max Bergman Rating: Teen [PG] Word Count: 4,373 Summary: Max’s family ties bind him closer than he would like to Five-0’s most wanted.

Continue reading...

[mcgarrettsincorrect]

wo fat: you're a sad man, steve mcgarrett, but i know you don't mind me

steve: oh yeah, desperately, you're my favourite parasite

steve: actually, no, ringworm's my favourite parasite, you're my second favourite parasite

wo fat: very funny

steve: i lied ... ringworm, then rats with the plague, then you

[bubbsnugg]

[theatrediva1975]

Redemption | Chapter 5

BACK IN BLACK

As they started the drive back to the house, Sam finally felt herself starting to calm down, finally compartmentalizing as she had been taught.  Her breathing under control, her heart rate slower, Sam took a deep breath and watched the beautiful scenery of the island go by.  She also started formulating a plan on what she needed to do moving forward.    

Mae glanced over at her passenger.  She knew Sam was up to something in that brain of hers.  Hoping to distract her a little longer, hoping she could stop ‘crazy’ from happening the minute they stepped over the threshold, Mae pondered what she could say to catch Sam off guard.  Throw her a little.  So, she went for the jugular.

“He looked damn good,” Mae said, with a little growl in her voice.

Sam barked out a laugh that ended up in a snort, causing both women to bust out laughing.  “Yeah.  Yeah, he did,” Sam conceded, quietly.  “He definitely filled out those dress blues nicely.”  

“I noticed you guys didn’t talk much,” she fished.

“Nah.  It’s okay.  I did what I came to do,” Sam replied.  The hint of sadness in her voice was different than Mae had heard the past few days.  This sadness had nothing to do with John and everything to do with Steve.  Mae had been there for the four years between the deaths of the Devereauxs and Doris McGarrett.  She had seen what an utter handful Sam and Steve had been together, but they were also so loyal to each other, always looking out for each other, always there when the other needed it.  Mae knew how heartbroken Sam had been when Steve left, when John sent him away.  To Mae, it seemed as if it was a loss Sam never truly got over.

Seeing Sam slip back into a melancholy she was scared would start to consume her, Mae went for another distraction.  “How about we stop at Kimo’s for lunch?  I think we could use the sustenance,” Mae said.

“Sure, Mae, that sounds good,” Sam responded with a small smile.

After lunch at their favorite little café, Mae suggested taking a walk along the beach, once again stalling for time to get Sam’s frame of mind straight.   “Mae, do I really look like I’m in beach walking attire?” Sam asked with a lopsided grin, gesturing to the rather warm dress uniform she was still wearing.  Mae acquiesced. 

“Ah, you’re right.  Sorry.  I imagine you’re a little itchy and probably about to keel over from the heat stroke,” Mae joked.

“Um, yep, pretty accurate,” Sam chuckled as she looped her left arm through Mae’s right.  They made their way to the car and headed for home.

Sam once again couldn’t keep her eyes off the house next door as they passed.  She had come up with a few ideas while at lunch, in between Mae’s constant barrage of stories of old family friends.  Sam knew Mae was trying to distract her.  Sam also knew that Mae knew it wasn’t going to work but she was going to try anyway.  Just another reason Sam loved and revered her Aunt Mae.  The woman didn’t know when to quit, when to take no for an answer and she absolutely refused to give up, no matter what.  I guess that’s where I get it from, Sam thought with a smile.

Once inside the house, Sam made her way upstairs, making excuses about wanting to get changed and rest.  Mae knew better but she was also keenly aware of the fact that not one single thing she said or did was going to change Sam’s mind.  Mae just hoped she didn’t have to arrange to have bail money at the ready before the afternoon was over.

“Well sweetie, if you’re going to lie down for a bit, I think I’m going to make some tea and follow suit, if you don’t mind.  I’m sure if you can’t rest, you’ll find something…constructive to do.”

Sam snickered.  Mae Devereaux would have made a good agent.  Hmm, maybe she had been at some point, given all the traveling she did when Sam was young. I never thought of running her through any databases, Sam thought, only half-jokingly.  But, for the moment, she simply said, “I understand.  It’s been a rough morning.  Get some rest.”  

Mae smiled at her and went into the kitchen, shaking her head and sighing. 

Sam climbed the stairs to her room and peeled off the blazing hot uniform.  Pulling her hair out of the tight, headache-inducing French twist, she put it back into a ponytail.  After throwing on a black ensemble of a t-shirt and a pair of jeans, she changed into her favorite pair of matching boots.  Back in black, Sam thought as she looked in the mirror.  After running an inventory of what she needed through her head, she changed her mind and stripped off the jeans for a more practical pair of cargo pants.  She loaded them up with her lock picks, phone for photos, a small flashlight, and she grabbed her badge just to be safe.  Sliding her Glock into the back of her waistband, pulling her t-shirt over the outline of the gun, she waited until she heard Mae close her door before she left her own room.  Sam quietly went downstairs and walked into the oversized pantry, pulling out a few pairs of gloves.  Mae loved to cook and ate her steak as bloody as the next guy, but she was completely grossed out by actually having to touch raw meat.  Sam said a silent thanks that she always had a bulk supply of food grade, nitrile gloves stashed away.  They were nearly identical to the black latex gloves she had used at crime scenes over the years.

Sam walked out the back French doors, making a beeline for the edge of the fence that separated the Devereaux property from the McGarrett’s.  Sam stuck her head around and made sure the yard was empty and quietly made her way along the fence line, ducking under the police tape on the lanai and knelt at the back door, pulling on the gloves.  She made quick work of picking the lock, silently stepping into the home she knew like the back of her hand.  After all, she had basically grown up in this house, spending just as much time there as her own.

Taking a deep breath, Sam advanced into the den.  A sob stuck in her throat as she stood in the space where John, the man who had saved her life, had lost his in one of the ugliest, most violent of ways.  She felt cold standing there, as if with his death, the warmth that had always wrapped itself around her had died, too.  What had once been her safe space, now, wasn’t.  Victor Hesse took that away.  It was no more evident than the moment Sam’s eyes settled on the wall.  Like a punch to the gut, a wave of nausea swept over Sam as she stared at the blood.  John’s blood.  Before any further invasive thoughts sprung to mind, she was spared by a noise coming from the garage.  Like a flip of a switch, Sam was back in complete control of her faculties.  She yanked off her gloves, stuffed them in her pocket and grabbed her Glock out of her waistband.  

Sam quietly released the safety on the gun and stealthily made her way to the garage door.  Listening carefully, it sounded as though whoever was in the garage was around the Marquis.  She heard the rustle of the car cover being removed.  Man, John loved that car.  She had spent hours with him in the garage after Munich.  John had dragged her into the project, believing that somehow, some way, it would help Sam’s healing begin.  And as usual, John had been right.  They continued to work on the car when Sam would come home for holidays or vacations from LA, hoping they would be able to take it out at some point.  

Shaking the newest flood of memories from her mind to focus on the intruder on the other side of the door, Sam carefully turned the knob.  Praying the door wouldn’t squeak and give away the element of surprise, she slowly swept her eyes over the space.  While the afternoon sunlight poured through the small window on the opposite wall, the garage was still dimly lit.  It took a second for her eyes to focus and once they did, she located the figure of a man crouching down by the work bench. He had his back to her.  Moving in on the target, she was taken by surprise when he swung around, grabbed her and in one swift move, pinned her face first against the Marquis.  Sam countered just as fast and reversed the pin, sticking the muzzle of her gun between the intruder’s eyes before recognition set in.

“Steve! You ass!”  Sam growled.

The surprise was evident on Steve’s face.  But then, for a second, it looked as though…he was having fun.  And sure enough, he gave her his best Cheshire cat grin.

“Good way to get yourself shot, you idiot,” Sam said haughtily as she placed her gun back in her waistband.

“Um, this is my father’s house, so a good way to get yourself shot,” Steve said as he showed her the gun in his hand.  “How the hell did you get in here?”

Sam bit the corner of her lip, as she always did when she got caught with her hand in the proverbial cookie jar.  Pondering how he would react, she just stuck her right hand into her pocket and held up her lock picks.  Steve’s eyebrow shot up.  Sam rolled her eyes.  “As I was planning on technically breaking and entering an active crime scene, I figured why implicate Mae by asking for her keys.”  Steve looked at her strangely for a brief instant when she said Mae had keys to his father’s house.  Then the SEAL mask was back in place.

The pair just stared at each other for a minute.  It wasn’t awkward, as Sam predicted it would be.  More, bittersweet, she thought.  Sam’s gaze softened and without thinking, grabbed the front of Steve’s shirt and pulled him into a hug, wrapping her arms around his neck.  She was slightly surprised when, without hesitation, Steve wrapped his muscular arms around her torso and hugged her back.  Tightly.

“I’m so sorry.”  Sam whispered, stroking the back of his head.

“Me too.” 

They held on for another moment before breaking the embrace, but remaining in each other’s personal space.  They just looked at each other for another moment before Sam broke the silence and said, “We need to talk.” 

“I know it’s been a long time, and with the way we left things…I wanted to reach out, Sam, really I did.  It’s just…” Steve struggled to find the right words.

“Steve,” she interrupted, placing her fingers on his lips.  It was an innocent gesture that turned into an intimate moment between them neither had been expecting.  Sam swallowed hard before removing her hand from his mouth, continuing.  “Yeah, I want to talk about that, too, but there are way more pressing matters we need to address.  First…”

“Sam, I swear to you, Mae is safe here.”  Steve knew Mae was the only family Sam had left and he would protect that with his life.  In hopes of reassuring her, he continued.  “I will personally see to it that she is watched and protected.  But I promise you, this will not touch her.”

Sam smiled sadly at Steve.  He really had no idea, did he?  Better than anyone, Sam knew he couldn’t promise that.  “So, you’re looking me in the eyes and telling me that Mae is safe?”

“Yes.”

“From Victor Hesse?”  Steve’s eyes widened slightly at Sam’s question, particularly the emphasis on Hesse’s name.  She continued, softly.  “Yeah, I know it was Victor Hesse.”  Tears threatened yet again but these were not tears of grief.  They were tears of fear, of rage.   

Sam could see in his eyes that he was fighting an internal war.  What was it, she wondered as he started to speak.  “You know about Hesse?”

“Yeah, Mac, I know it was Hesse,” Sam confessed.  Steve’s reaction to her childhood nickname for him quickly transformed from playful into one of surprise and something she didn’t quite recognize.  Perhaps it was fear.

“And Anton?” Steve cautiously asked.  “You know…”

“That he’s burning in the deepest layers of hell?  Yeah, I know,” Sam stopped short of saying the sick bastard’s name.  And that was all it took for a tear to escape.  Before either knew it, Steve lifted his hand to cup the side of her face, catching the tear as it slid down her cheek. Before she could stop herself, Sam allowed herself to melt a little into Steve.  Falling completely would not end well, she knew.  He’s a SEAL.  He was only here for a few days to wrap up John’s affairs and then he would go back to traipsing around the world, hunting bad guys while she got on a flight back to LA where she would do the same.  Taking a deep breath, hoping to diffuse the situation before it got to awkward, she spoke, breaking the spell with a silly, flippant question.

“So, didja miss me?”  Sam chuckled, pulling back slightly.  But it was also a sad query – had he ever thought about her?  About them?  Had he missed her, had he tried to contact her, had he even wanted to?  Sam would have settled for anything at this point, which if she was honest, made her feel like a silly little girl.  So, she was taken by complete surprise at his answer.    

“Every day, Sam.  Every damn day.”   The two briefly got lost in each other’s eyes.  Sam’s were full of surprise and bittersweet pain at Steve’s confession while Steve’s were filled with sorrow.  They had lost so much at such a young age, most of all they had lost each other.  He ran his thumb over her bottom lip as he leaned down…

“Hands up, don’t move!” 

Within the blink of an eye, Steve, Sam and some blonde ha’ole had drawn their weapons on each other and the two men engaged in a shouting match.  Sam just stared at Steve when she realized he had flipped her around behind him, in protection mode.

“Boys.”  More yelling.

“Boys!” Sam said, slightly louder.

Enough.  “HEY!!”  Sam yelled.  Silence.  “Hmm, ooh, thought. Why don’t we all show each other our badges and clear this right up?”  The two men looked at her with a look that was a cross between ‘she’s grown a 2nd head’ and ‘that makes sense’.  Sam loudly whispered in Steve’s ear.  “And if you ever pull the soccer mom arm, slash women & children behind the big bad SEAL move on me again, I will throat punch you.”  Steve gave her a dirty look and rolled his eyes. 

The two men went on to argue that neither were putting their guns down.  Sam rolled her eyes, but the truth was, she wasn’t putting her gun down either.  

Finally agreeing to pull out IDs on the count of three, everyone reached for their credentials.  “One.  Two.  Three.”  The blonde was Detective Daniel Williams, Honolulu Police Department.  Aha, Sam thought.  So, this was the guy she planned on giving a hard time after his refusal to give into her request for some interagency cooperation.  Huh, she thought.  Not bad.

“Lieutenant Devereaux?  We spoke the other day, right?”  Danny asked.  Steve shot her a look, which she ignored.

“Yes, Detective Williams.  You were less than inclined to, how shall I say, throw me a bone,” Sam replied playfully.  Danny turned his attention to Steve.

“Listen, I’m really sorry about your father, but you can’t be here right now,” Danny said to Steve.  While they exchanged a few barbs, Sam studied Detective Williams.  Jersey accent.  Tie.  Too much hair product.  She smiled inwardly, thinking how fun he would be to tease and mess with.  He seemed like the kind of cop she would want on her side.  She got a good vibe from him, despite their initial interaction and the current state of affairs.  And he was pretty cute, too.  Before she could get any further with her assessment of the cute cop, Steve grabbed John’s red tool box from the work bench with one hand and Sam’s hand with his other.  

“Leave the box or get arrested,” Danny said.

“All right,” Steve said.  “Gonna call for backup?”

“An ambulance,” Danny replied.  Sam had to duck her head to hide her snicker.  She was surprised when Steve put the box down on the back of the Marquis and looked at her.  She couldn’t read the look on his face.  The way he was staring into her eyes, it was as though he was trying to read her, figure out what she was thinking.  There was a brief moment that passed between them before he spoke.

“Wanna find some trouble, Red?” Steve asked her with a twinkle in his eyes and an incredibly sexy lopsided grin on his face.

“With you, Mac?  Hell yeah,” Sam instantly replied.  She couldn’t help but smirk.  They were settling into their old verbal back-and-forth in less than five minutes, despite being separated for nearly two decades.  How was that possible, Sam wondered.  Yet, it felt good.  It felt right.  It also felt like, all of a sudden, Sam knew her world was going to turn upside down.  Again.  She resumed chewing on the left corner of her lip, unsure of what direction this was going to take her.

Before Sam or Danny knew what was happening, Steve was on the phone with Governor Pat Jameson.  Looking into Sam’s eyes, Steve said, “Governor, I’ll take the job.  No, let’s just say I found some things that changed my mind.”  

“Take the job?” Sam mouthed at him, which simply elicited a wink.  Next thing she knows, she’s listening to him take an oath.  What the hell is going on, she thought.  Steve didn’t break eye contact with her until he hung up the phone and once again grabbed the tool box.  And Sam’s hand.

“Now it’s my crime scene.”  And with that, Steve pulled Sam through the door.  She had the courtesy to at least shrug in empathy and throw a look of apology at Danny, who was standing there with his jaw wide open.  Sam simply stared at the back of Steve’s head as he dragged her out of his father’s house.

[thedevilsrain]

some notes on the bodies of eroica characters. i'm normal btw

TL under the cut!

dorian

-dancer, swimmer's body -lean but has strong arms (climber, carries statues up and down) -small scars here and there (knives, burns) - long legs (like a model!)

klaus

-boxer, weightlifter, always exercises -strong overall (thighs+arms especially) -probably a lot of scars but im bad at drawing them (burns, knives, gunshots) - calloused hands - eyebags

james

-toothpick -"i can only carry a casio mini calculator!" -transmasc - major can carry him with a single arm - extremely red (he's english)

bonham

-weightlifter, manual labor -wins against the major in armwrestling -stretch marks

G

-martial arts -transfem -best skin among the alphabets

A

-martial arts, swimming -scars (especially burns), callused fists - gets freckles in the sun

Z

-martial arts, weightlifter -the chicks go crazy for him -scars, callused fists

(i'm not saying what their height and weight is in feet/inches and pounds. i refuse.)

[kkshowtunes]

Ily: I love you

Ilysm: I love you so much

BFBBPCTaRJEaka“MBiotRA”(FPbSMS)[F“BFBsBS:BBMM&BM”): Big Fat Bitchie’s Blueberry Pie, Christmas Tree, and Recreational Jell-o Emporium a.k.a. “Mr. Boy is on the Roof Again” (Feat. Pasta by Sneakers McSqueakers) [From “B.F.B.’s B-Sides: Bagel Batches, Marsh-Mallows, & Barsh-Mallows”]

[cloudyyoungjaes]

Watching Hawaii five-0 rn (2010 remake).

Whenever I see Wo Fat or Gabriel Waincroft I’m about to do the LTG lightning image.