A.N. – Hawaii Five-O belongs to CBS. No copyright infringement is intended.

This ficlet was written in response to a writers' H/C challenge based on the screen cap I've used as a cover image.

Let Sleeping Detectives Lie

Though they had been taking turns throughout the night getting some shut eye, Dan Williams and Kono Kalakaua had both dozed off in the front seat of the black LTD by the time the sun was rising over the city. An all-night stakeout did strange things inside a cop's brain. True, part of Danny's mind had succumbed to his body's desperate need for rest. But another part of his mind was still very active, continuing to process the case with those thoughts leaking into his REM sleep.

The background sounds of the awaking city stirred the large Hawaiian detective in the passenger's seat to alertness, as did his growling stomach. When was it he had last eaten? Kono shifted in the car seat, attempting to stretch his long legs, arms and cramped back. He ran a hand over his face and rubbed his eyes. Then he glanced over at his partner. Danny's tie was slightly loosened and his curly head was tipped back against the headrest. Kono chuckled to himself at the younger man's random twitching and barely audible involuntary grunts. Sure enough, Danny was out cold. Kono waited. While watching his friend sleep was mildly entertaining, the rumble in his gut was becoming more insistent. Time to end this gig and hunt down some breakfast!

Dan's arms jerked suddenly and his mumbling became clear enough for Kono to get the gist of a few words. "No…no…Steve…Look out…Steve…over there…no…Steve…."

Mildly concerned that the sleeping detective was in the throes of a nightmare, Kono cautiously gripped his shoulder and gave a gentle shake. "Hey Danny, wake up, bruddah!" Kono called out in a steady voice.

At the touch on his shoulder, Danny reacted instantly, even before his eyes snapped open and threw out a hard punch in the direction of the voice. Kono never had time to duck and he moaned in pain after the unexpected assault, which left him with a bleeding nose and a rapidly swelling eye.

"Kono? Kono what happened? Are you okay?" Danny asked urgently, startled into full awareness by the large cop's distress.

"Man, dat's some mean right hook you got, Danno," Kono said, holding his handkerchief to his nose and tilting his head back.

Dan was almost speechless with guilt and embarrassment. "Oh…Kono…I did that? I'm so sorry." He took several breaths to calm down. "Maybe I better take you to see Doc."

"No need for dat," Kono shuddered, much preferring to treat himself at this point. "But we gotta come up with a believable story to tell da boss."

Danny was relieved to see his large friend smile again. "Yeah, or else he'll have me up on charges of assaulting an officer. Hey, while we work on that story, how about I treat you to breakfast?"

Kono's white-toothed grin broadened. "Make it breakfast and an ice pack and you gotta deal!"

Pau