I wrote this after Season 2 Episode 4 and for reasons unknown, I never published it. It's a short two chapter scenario. I hope you like it. Please let me know what you think.
He stood in the hallway, in front of the door, debating whether to knock or walk away. Why am I here? he questioned himself. He thought about leaving, but his legs were not cooperating with what he was thinking. He needed to see her, he needed to know. It has been four days since he found out she was back. He couldn't understand why she hadn't called him. Fate had caused him to see her running on the beach that day, but duty had caused him to keep driving. It had been a long time, almost a year, but he could not get the thought of her to escape his mind. Sure, men have needs, but every time he tried to move on and fulfill that need, her image would appear before him. Her long black hair cascading gently across her face. She had a smile that could light up the entire island of Oahu. Her long beautiful legs stretched for miles and her scent, Jasmine, she always wore Jasmine. Without thinking he knocked. His hands trembled and his heart skipped a beat. This is so out of character, he thought. He can diffuse a bomb without hesitation, but reconnecting with an old friend, a lover, was causing so much anxiety. This was not the usual cool, calm and collected man he was. She had a tendency to do that to him. She was the only woman, no, person, who could make him feel vulnerable, needy. He hated that feeling, but loved being with her. The mask he wore with everyone else was invisible to her. She could always see right through that. Perhaps it was how they met, when the met. He was just a sailor, working Naval Intelligence. They were equals. She was there as he evolved into the officer he would become. She was there as he obtained each medal, each commendation. She was there to see Steven McGarrett become SuperSEAL; become who he is today. Perhaps that was the attraction. To her he was just a sailor, a man. To everyone else he was a superhero. He always felt that it was a lot to live up to, she always urged him not to try. There was no pretending, he could be himself and that is why he continued to go back to her. And she knew it.
She could sense that it was him standing on the other side of the door as she looked through the peep hole. She grabbed the handle, but hesitated. It would be so much easier to pretend that I am not here. She leaned her forehead against the door. If I open this door, I am opening a chapter that I haven't written yet, she thought. She wasn't sure that she could deal with him right now. The past few months had been very difficult. Traumatic one might say. But the thought that he was just inches away made her entire body quiver. She wanted nothing but to be held in his arms. His arms were like a muscular blanket that shrouded her in safety. She loved him with all her heart, but that was her secret. A secret she couldn't reveal, not before and not now. She had been back for three weeks. Three weeks of loneliness and despair. Three weeks of driving by his house, his office, his favorite coffee shop. She wanted desperately to talk to him, but could never bring herself to do it. She was the one who told him not to wait for her. She never thought she'd return. The lure of the islands was stronger than she expected, or perhaps it was the fact that he was there. She went to bed every night thinking of him. She couldn't forget his scent, his smile. She would roll over in her cot and feel his body next to her, only to discover it was her pillow. Dreams can weaken the strongest of women. She hated the feeling of being so needy, so dependent on a man. I have to open this door she thought. He will come back again and again, eventually I have to face him and I guess this is as good a time as any. She took a deep breath, carefully reached for the handle, and opened the door.