Disclaimer: I don't own either Hawaii Five-O or NCIS: Los Angeles or their characters…

Author's Note: So, my head is constantly filled with about a dozen different universes, and sometimes they get all mashed together, especially of the fanon varieties. And I honestly had never intended to post this story at all, but it just refuses to leave me alone. It's the one constantly playing in my head lately, and is presently refusing to be ignored. Hopefully, getting it out there and out of the way will free up the flow for the other stories. But who knows?

"Did you have a good Christmas?"

Danny Williams gave the petite red-head wearing an all-too-innocent expression a look signifying that she should know better than to ask.

"Not really, no," he said. "But I rather not talk about it."

"You rather not talk about it?" Her lips that were pink and just a little shimmery with gloss twitched, a smile sparkling in her eyes as she arched an eyebrow in amused disbelief.

"You know what, Nell Jones," he said, placing his hands on her shoulders. "You and Steve McGarrett would get along great."

"You think?" She seemed to glow a little, and Danny made a note to quit talking about his partner and best friend so much when he called the young woman, or they video-chatted (if Kono was around to give him a refresher on how exactly to do that).

"Yeah, you share several things in common," he said. "Including, residing amongst your favorite activities, harassing the hell outta me. Just count me out when you do finally get together. I'll make the introduction, but then I'm, you know..." He made a gesture demonstrating how gone he would be for that little meeting.

"Think we'd say bad things about you?" At first glance, Nell Jones seemed to be a sweet young woman, but god, could she tease, harangue and harass with the best of them. And god help him, he liked the feisty side of her. Even though that spirited nature sometimes meant she served on operations for her team of secret undercover Navy cops in a more dangerous capacity than her title of 'intelligence analyst' implied. But what the hell, might as well add another person to his list of individuals whose safety made him often lie awake at night, overburdened with anxiety and worry. Which was nothing compared to the anxiety he felt over her and Steve ganging up on him.

"Oh, I know it, babe," he said, pulling her close and leaning in for a kiss. That was an additional bonus to dating Nell... A woman he had to lean down to kiss when they were standing. It was a dopey Neanderthal instinct, he supposed, but he had begun to see the appeal, the odd primal thrill in being with a woman you could easily toss over your shoulder and carry off to your cave. It didn't happen often to someone of his -yes, he was admitting to his- smaller stature.

And she tasted good. And he really, really liked her. She was intelligent in book smart and street smart ways, passionate and compassionate, and filled with an inner strength that was extremely impressive. And for some odd reason, she seemed to like him, too.

Hence the meeting up in New York the day after Christmas, spending the night together in a hotel before catching a flight out to the west coast. He had a couple more days after that before he was due to fly back to Hawaii, so if they found that they truly liked each other's company close-distance as much as they did long-distance, then there was a little more time they could spend... doing... whatever.

But god, how he wanted her. It'd been two and a half years since... well, their first date, he supposed was what it was, but they'd really just been sort of pen pals, only with phone calls and emails, and even texts and video-chats (although that wasn't really his thing, he didn't mind doing it for her, plus seeing her face always brightened his day). It was hard to believe that much time had passed, but in the past six months, something had changed in how he felt about her, and if he was any judge, she him. There'd been pregnant pauses during phone calls, staring and shy smiles on video-chats, and innuendo in texts that bordered on outright lewd. And when they'd talked about their Christmas plans (his were quite depressingly Grace-less), realized they'd both be on the East Coast, the plan to meet up in the city had materialized. But despite all the flirting that had intensified over the past few months, he hadn't been presumptuous in booking the hotel room.

"You got a double," she said, that same expression of stifled amusement on her face that he'd come to know so well, and admittedly rather adored, even when it was being employed upon him. He shrugged, then set their suitcases down in the corner of the room.

"I didn't want you to think I was easy, that you could take advantage of my trusting nature."

This earned him a full grin, before her delicate fingers curled around the collar of his shirt and tugged him down for another kiss.

"Too late," she said against his lips. "You're mine."

A/N: So, obviously a little AU because it's not exactly going to fit into the canon events. But for some reason Danny Williams and Nell Jones have been an item in my head for awhile. This fic will basically be the development of a relationship between them.