A/N: This is supposed to be an introspective drabble. I hope you like it. Mistakes are mine, I wrote this in a matter of minutes and I haven't re-re-read yet. I will edit later if necessary. I apologize for any horrendous mistakes.
Disclaimer: I don't own the show or any of the characters.
Isolation
There's something particularly scary about spending too much time in isolation. When Steve McGarrett thinks about isolation he doesn't just have prison confinement in mind. Been there, done that. Nothing new. He's a SEAL and the whole solitary man idea can be his thing, even his forte, if the job demands him to spend an awful amount of time on his own. That doesn't mean he has to like it. Steve loves his job and the fact that he can be and feel useful, but he hates the part where people die, right in front of him a lot of the time.
Even after the SEAL training from hell and years of unwanted experience focusing on the dirt that covers the earth in the form of bullets and knives and other weapons he wishes he never saw, it's always nice to know someone's got your back. It doesn't matter if that someone is a fellow SEAL or a New Jersey detective who makes a habit out of telling him he needs help. So what if he does? But Danny doesn't mean any of that, or at least Steve doesn't think his partner means it. He indulges his partner and allows the man to believe he looks scary when he's holding a gun. Not that Danny looks like a harmless newborn kitten, far from it. To any perpetrator, and Steve's perfectly sure of that, Danny looks downright dangerous. The thing is that Steve looks right through his partner's act, if he can call it that, and knows that when said partner throws the most insulting and slightly disturbing words in his face, he doesn't mean any of it. So to Steve, after spending a lot of time on his own in the middle of nowhere with little to no food, even palm trees start to look scarier than his partner. At least they have the element of (coconut) surprise.
Maybe it's just him, but Steve's generally more comfortable surrounded by gunfire and his partner's yelling (also known as friendly sniping) than by the quiet of trees in the middle of a damn jungle. Isolation just isn't his thing even if he's good at it, and besides it's not as if he wants to get rid of the Ohana he's found. What he's doing right now is the only thing that's ten times worse than a jungle will ever be. Paperwork (and office isolation) will just never grow on him.
The end
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