Copper sat on the beach, the moon was full that night and it casted an eerie glow on the ocean in front of her. The thoughts of the evening replayed in her mind. She tossed a few seashells into the water, the splashing noises were oddly comforting, she threw another one in, but this time she didn't hear a splash, instead she heard someone curse. Looking up she saw that she hit someone. Jumping up she ran over to them.
"I am sorry; I wasn't watching where I was throwing that, are you hurt?" She asked them. "You have one helluva an arm lady." Was all that he would reply; she saw that he was bleeding. "Shit I am so sorry; if you come with me I have a first aid kit in my car." She told him. "It's alright; it's only a flesh wound." He told her with a smile. "Flesh wounds can still get infected, I won't take no for an answer, please." She stated. He finally agreed and she led him back to her Four Runner, walking to the back she opened the hatch and made him sit down. Once there she was able to fully take him in, and he was handsome, chiseled features, a strong jaw line. He had on a tight shirt that caressed every outline of his abs and muscular arms; she had to look away for a moment just to regain her composure.
"I am sorry again." She told him reaching for the first aid kit behind him. "You know it's not very safe for you to invite a strange man to your car." He told her. "Should I be worried?" She asked as she grabbed the antiseptic and gauze from the case. "You have nothing to worry about from me; I am just stating a fact." "This is going to sting, 'dabbing at his cut above his eye' well if I thought you were going to be a serial killer I would have let you bleed to death on the beach." She told him, wiping the blood away that was already drying on the side of his face.
"That's harsh." He told her chuckling. "If you think I have a good arm, just wait till you see what I can do with my feet." She added with a smile. Grabbing a band aid she placed it on the cut. "There, you won't need stitches; however, you're going to have a bruise and a cute scar." "Cute?" "Yea cute, ladies love cute, especially when you men can tell them you got it in some bar fight, rather than getting your butt kicked by a seashell." She said with a wink.
Disposing the items she packed the first aid kit back up, he got out of the car and shut the hatch. "Thank you for taking care of me..." "Copper, Copper Raines." "Thank you for taking care of me Copper, I am Steve McGarrett." He told her extending his hand out to her. "It is nice to meet you Steve, and again I am sorry. If you have to go to the hospital please send me the bill." She told him worry still heavy in her voice. "This isn't the worst thing that has ever happened and I doubt it will be the last." He told her waving off her concern she had for him. "Oh so I am not the first one to ever assault you with seashells then?" She asked chuckling. "Actually this is a weekly event for me, I quite enjoy it." "So what you're saying is, is that you like being a masochist?" "Only on days that end in Y." He told her with a smirk.