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A/N: I'm not sure if this story will be a one shot, or a multi-chapters one yet. I was very busy lately and had no time to think about complicated story lines. I'm not even sure if this story is any good. I'll probably wait to hear what you think first. Reviews will be much appreciated, and helpful.
She gets hurt. Again. After he swore he will never let it happen again. But they have the guy in custody and she's taking him towards the car, when he jumps her, handcuffs and all and pushes her over the edge of the cliff. He sees the whole thing, her slender body disappearing behind the edge, and he runs, mortified, towards the spot, shouting to Chin and Danny for help. They get there to find her hanging on a rock, feet dangling in the air, and blood on her arm. He lies down on the ground, and reaches for her. When she climbs on top of him, using his body as a ladder, he can feel her hot breath on his neck, and smell her unique scent, of salt and coconut and something else he can't recognize. It's a good thing he's lying on his stomach at that particular moment.
After she's up, he still lies there breathing deeply for a few moments, relaxing to the notion that she's alive and safe again. He wakes up from his trans, when he hears Danny shouts to her not to touch the suspect, and put away her fucking gun. Personally he thinks her response is quite reasonable, but he'd learned enough by now, not to mention this in front of Danny.
()()()
"How's your arm?" he asks when she opens the door. It took them a while to persuade her to get checked in the hospital, and it was Chin's intervention with his deep voice which made her listen to reason, eventually.
"Obviously, it's just a scratch" she tells him annoyingly, turning away and leaving the door open. She wants him to come in, apparently, which is less than desirable. He didn't mean to stay or anything, just make sure she's fine... he really tries to avoid being alone with her if possible, for obvious reasons.
"...why do you all treat me like a I'm some kind of a fragile doll?" she asks when he enters her living room, and he realizes he probably missed a crucial part of the conversation with his hesitation at the door.
"I don't..." he starts to defend himself.
"You're the third one to visit me toady" she points out, and he can't help the small pain of disappointment he feels with her statement.
"I just wanted to make sure you're OK" he says. "You almost fell 600 feet down a cliff, and I can quite clearly see the wound in your arm" he says pointedly.
"Like you weren't hurt before, too" she accuses, her voice raises in indignation.
"It's not the same" he says, exasperatingly, but he knows he'd said the wrong thing, the minute it comes out.
"Maybe you should go" she tells him, tries to control her anger "I'm fine, really. I'll see you at work tomorrow"
There's a heavy silence when they look at each other in defiance, until eventually he nods and walks out of the house.
"That went well" he tells himself as he climbs his truck. The fact that she didn't actively thrown him out, or slapped him, makes it partially true.
()()()
They are sitting on the beach. The ocean stretches in front of them, and the wind plays with their hair. She can hear the humming of the waves and smell the distinct smell of the sea and she inhales deeply. His arm slides around her shoulders, and he bends down to touch his lips to her neck, making her heart beat faster and sends shivers down her spine. His hand moves to grab her neck and she turns her head towards him, feeing his hot breath on her face. But when he smiles his beautiful sexy smile, and almost presses his lips to hers, she suddenly hears her phone rings. Her phone! her fucking phone! she opens her eyes quickly, and suddenly there is no beach, no sea, and she's alone in her bed, tangled in the sheets. Aahhhh ! not again... Theses dreams are coming everyday now. She means, common, she didn't have a single night without dreaming about him in the last three fucking weeks. How can a girl keep up with this torment? at least today it was the slow romantic kind. Normally she has to endure the adult M rated version. Don't get her wrong, she's a real fan of that other version, but there's a limit to the number of times she can be late for work after spending half the morning taking cold showers. She curses her luck when she hears her actual phone ringing again, and she scrambles towards the edge of the bed to answer it.
"Kalakaua" she breaths, still edgy and wound up.
"Kono, we have a case" she hears him spit out without an introduction, or at least some half hearted apology for waking her up at... 4:30 in the morning, and she tries to suppress the groan of frustration that comes out of her mouth.
"Sure we do..."
"Don't whine. I got enough abuse from Danny already" she bets he did. "I'm sending you the location now. Get Chin, would you?".
"Yes sir" she says in what she hopes is a professional but mildly joyful tone, but he's already off the line. His telephone etiquette is nearly as bad as his regular manners.
()()()
They are following a lead on a group of drugs smugglers. They have good intel about a shipment coming in to a small abandoned marina, and they get organized for a night stakeout. They spread around the doc, with Danny and Chin monitoring the water, and Steve and Kono hiding in one of the small boats tied to the platform. It takes hours, and they just sit there in the dark. Not talking, listening to the waves breaking, and wait. It's a small boat, and there's not enough room for the both of them, so they are pressed together, holding their guns, legs and arms touching, and in the quietness of it all the only sound she hears is his breaths, which for some reason sound more ragged than she would have expected. She wonders if he can hear her own breaths coming rapid and uneven with the excitement caused by his proximity. She hasn't got a lot of time to wonder about that though, because there's a sound of an upcoming speed boat, and when the deal gets rolling, they are all over the bad guys with guns and lights, and she is drawn into the action in no time. When the boat tries to leave, with the drugs, Steve jumps from the doc, and fights the guy holding the steering wheel. They both end up in the water, and when Danny and Chin pull the knocked out drug dealer out, and help Steve back on dry land, she sees his wet tee shirt clings to his muscular broad chest. She curses the way his appearance causes her to tremble a little, and the way the sensation is even stronger with the rush of adrenaline from the drugs bust, and she knows she's being ridiculous, and unprofessional, and really straggle to calm down. But when he takes off his wet tee shirt, and stands there in the lights with a perfect, naked upper body, she knows it's a lost cause.
()()()
They run after a suspect in the middle of the street. It's busy, and there's people around so they can't risk shooting him. They tuck their guns and sprint after him. Danny lets it go first, stopping a random car, to support the chase from the road, Chin uses his bike, and it's only him and Kono who keeps with running between the people, avoiding strollers and small children, and still maintaining visual contact with the suspect. He looks at her, giving chase, her long legs carries her effortlessly, and she looks like she's flying. She's amazing. So beautiful and strong, and he feels tightness in his throat when he sees her giving her best effort. Until the stupid guy climbs over a tall fence and jumps into a school yard nearby. They get to the fence, and she's climbing without hesitation, he gets first to the top though, and offers her a hand, but she dismisses him urgently, telling him to keep running. She's right, because the next time he looks, she's right beside him again, and she's smiling triumphantly.
The damn suspect gets out of the school yard and jumps down a big slope of grass, leading to the highway. They jump after him, rolling and tumbling down the slope. It's painful, and dangerous, but he hears her laughing, and he laughs too.
When the stupid guy gets to the highway, instead of stopping, he barges into the main road, and tries to cross it. They stop, short of breath, looking at the suicidal lunatic, stuck in the middle of the busy traffic, and Steve pull out his cell phone to call Chin and Danny and let them know where to go and grab him. The guy is too courageous for his own good, because he actually manages to cross two lanes already, and he tells Danny and Chin to hurry, or they might lose him. Only when he raises his head again, and looks at Kono, she's nowhere near him. She's actually climbing the posts sign above the road. The big one, that goes all the way to the other side, and it's probably the most exciting thing he'd ever seen, because she's walking slowly on the big metal installment, 25 feet above the busiest highway on the island, without missing a beat.
She gets to the other side, exactly two seconds after that crazy bastard they were chasing is climbing up the opposite slope. And if he thinks he had enough surprises for one day, he is sadly mistaken, because his favorite rookie just tap once on the guy's shoulder, and when he turns around, makes the most graceful, elegant backside kick he had ever seen, and knocks him out cold. He can't remember a single moment in his life when he felt so turned on. He falls to his knees trying to catch his breath.
()()()
She knows it's getting worse. She's not stupid. She can't avoid the realization that it's so severe right now, she can't even be with him in the same room without feeling her body react. She chokes, and her pulse raises, and she has ringing in her ears, and the fact that she can actually concentrate on the details of the cases is no less than a miracle.
"This can't be healthy" she tells herself one morning when she sees him enter HQ, feeling like her whole body becomes reflexively more sensitive and alert.
"What can't?" Chin asks curiously. Shit. She didn't realize she was not alone.
"Nothing" she says quickly, blushing a little.
"You look flushed" Chin says worriedly "are you sick?" That's one way to put it. More like on the verge of losing her mind, actually.
"I don't think so" she says, smiling "don't worry about me"
"Malia is coming to take me to lunch. I'll ask her to take a look at you" he informs her. Yeah. That's just awesome.
()()()
When Malia comes, she takes her to her office. She tries to explain she's fine, and Chin is just being... well, being Chin, looking after her like she's still three years old or something. But Chin's overly protectiveness must be infectious because Malia is even worse, and it's not even five minutes, until she's already taking her temperature and blood pressure. It's quite unfortunate, really, that she's still hooked to the damn blood pressure machine, when she sees Steve comes out from his office and talks to Chin. He indicates towards her office with a worried expression, and looks like he's pissed off or something. These fucking glass doors. She's going to break them one day. All of them. And have them changed into something more appropriate, like armed concrete, for example.
A blood pressure of 180 is probably too high for Malia's liking, because she's looking at her in alarm, just in time to catch the inappropriate way she looks at her boss. Before she has time to deny it, it looks like Malia had already reached a diagnosis. Fucking hell.
"Congratulations! you're in love" she declares, smiling "I suggest you eat a lot of chocolate, stay away from the sun and tell him".
"I'm not" she denies, but there's no conviction there, apparently, because Malia just shrugs happily. "I'm not..."
"Kono" Malia stops, and looks at her tenderly "it's not ideal, but you two are actually quite perfect for each other. You know, in a strange, violent, reckless kind of way. You should tell him. Don't waste time. Believe me, I know what happens when you waste time..."
"Maybe it's just... you know..." she says sheepishly, daring a quick look towards the smart table, where he still stands, arms crossed looking worriedly at her office. For god sakes, doesn't he have something better to do with his time?
"You mean... maybe it's just... the... attraction?"
"Yeah" that's should cover it. Attraction. That's the word to describe the fact that she lies awake at night imagining his hands roaming all over her body, and the constant urge she has to lick his neck every time she fucking sees him.
"Again, only one way to find out" Malia says, her hand on the door knob. "Tell him!"
"No. I don't think it will be good for the team" she tells her, decisively.
"Kono, by the look of the two of you, and by the amount of stress I'm sensing here, it's already not good for the team" she's got a point there, she totally admits it.
()()()
She knocks on his door late in the evening, waiting anxiously for him to open. When he finally does, he's dressed only in his grey sweatpants, drying his hair with a towel. He smells of sweat, and the ocean, and she knows he was exercising.
"For god's sake" she spits out, when she pushes through him towards the living room "is there something wrong with your shirts? I'll buy you some, if it's such a big issue" She really wanted to be drunk enough before she does it, but by the look of him, she might be pushed to act much earlier than planned.
"Come on in" he says, to her retreating back, as he closes the door.
He finds her pacing around the living room, anxiously, and realizes she is carrying a brown bag with her.
"What's in the bag?" he asks, trying to avoid the more obvious puzzling parts of her being there, in case she'd lash out at him for asking stupid questions. It has happened before. Recently, she's been snaping at him every single day, on various things. He tried to ask Chin if something was wrong with her, because he thinks it all started after Malia's visit, but Chin promised everything was fine. He had briefly entertained the idea of putting her on a forced leave of absence, when he thought he saw her reaching for her gun in one of their arguments, but he was too scared to actually offer it.
"Vodka" she says, like it should be obvious. It isn't.
They stand there in the living room, eyeing each other, and he tries to think about something to say.
"Would you like to sit down?" he asks politely, indicating towards the couch.
She looks at him thoughtfully. "Sure. That could work" she says enigmatically, and sits down.
He sits beside her, but makes sure to keep his distance. He remembers SEALS operations that caused him less anxiety.
She takes the bottle of Vodka from the bag and hands it to him. He drinks once. feeling the burning sensation in the back of his throat, and hands it back to her. She does the same, moving her hand over her mouth absentmindedly. He can't help but gazing at her lips. He probably lets his stare linger for a moment, because he misses her next move, suddenly finds her on top of him, pushing him down on the couch and kissing him violently. He's so surprised, he can't move initially, and then he can't help but holding her forcefully, and kissing her back. They kiss hard, and hurriedly, their teeth knocking, and their tongues mingling, fighting for dominance inside each other's mouths. He puts his hand on her back beneath her top, pulling the garment upwards, almost tearing it with the rushed way he tries to discard of it, when suddenly he realizes what is happening, and stops.
"What are you doing?" his voice is hoarse and shaky, his arms holds her forcefully against his naked chest, as if the instructions from his brain to stop, didn't quite reach them yet.
"I'm sorry" she says breathlessly, still kissing him violently, attacking his neck now "I have to do it. For the team..."
"What?!" he pushes her off him, holding her by her shoulders, effectively hanging in the air above him.
"We have to have sex" she says seriously. "I can't go on like this, the tension is killing me" she kicks him between his legs, not too hard, but enough to make him loosen his grip on her, and manages to have him release her arms long enough for her to capture his head between her hands. Her knee stays near his groin, and she's happy to discover he's not entirely indifferent to her actions.
"We have a dangerous job" she whispers, kissing his jaw line gently, and hears him gasp in response "I have to stay focused" she licks his neck slowly, and kisses the rapid pulsations beneath his beautiful muscles "if I keep thinking about fucking your brains out every single time I see you, someone might get hurt..." she bites his lower lip, a little bit harder than necessary, and he stifles his groan from the pain, looking at her behind his long eyelashes. "So you see?" she hisses behind her teeth, "I'm doing it for the team, and as a responsible team leader, I think you should comply".
She kisses him gently this time, moving her tongue along his lower bruised lip, and licking tenderly around his teeth, touching his tongue slowly, dancing sensually inside his mouth, when he relaxes to it gradually, and returns the kiss as well.
Their kiss is warm and slow and intoxicating, and it's definitely not what she had in mind when she planned to fuck it all out of her system. When they stop to catch their breaths, and look at each other, he reaches for her face, and gently brushes her hair away. He touches her swollen lips with his thumb, and she almost cries from the tenderness she finds in his eyes. She wants to escape, and makes a sudden movement to get off of him, but he holds her arms forcefully, and looks pointedly into her eyes.
"It's for the team, right?" he states more than asks, and she nods, even though she's not so sure anymore. "Well... I'm nothing but a team player, after all..."
He smiles his regular beautiful, wonderful smile, the one that makes her sing inside every time she sees it, and she smiles back, and kisses him again, and they spend the next hour on the couch, and the next two in his bedroom, and in the morning, when Danny calls him about a case, he kisses her shoulder and whispers "wake up, babe, we have to go to work".
