Disclaimer: Nothing related to Hawaii Five-0 belongs to me. I'm just having some fun with Steve and Danno.
If the Shoe Fits
By: Vanessa Sgroi
Steve McGarrett and Danny Williams finished questioning Benji Keomalu, a local surfer and reluctant witness in their latest homicide investigation. Once satisfied they'd learned all they could, the two investigators from the Governor's Special Task Force headed back to their car.
Danny mumbled grouchily under his breath as he hobbled awkwardly toward the vehicle. Once there, he leaned against the passenger side door.
"Hang on a sec!" he called to Steve who was rounding the front of the car. Reaching down, Danny yanked off one dress shoe and upended it, emptying out the accumulated sand. "Stupid sand. Stupid beach," he growled. "Stupid island." He brushed the clinging sand off his sock and wiggled his toes irritably.
McGarrett chuckled and shook his head. "You know, you'd be a lot happier if you'd just switch over to flip flops like Chin said. Or slippers as we call them here on the island." Steve opened his door.
Danny shook his head vehemently and snorted. "No way. Not happenin'." He shoved his left foot back into its shoe and repeated the whole process with his right foot. "They don't go with my tie."
Steve tipped his chin, eyes alight. "Ahh, well, maybe some day…"
"No. No 'some day'. There is no 'some day'."
"If you say so."
"I say so."
The detective wrenched open the car door and slid inside. Once his partner did the same, he continued speaking. "Besides how the hell would I chase a suspect in those things? And I don't see YOU wearing flip flops—excuse me—I mean slippers!"
"Nope. Good ol' combat boots for me. You could wear combat boots too if you wanted."
"Combat boots? ME? You're kidding, right? What am I, Rambo?"
"Well, if the shoe fits…"
"Just drive already!" Danny's perturbed growl filled the car.
FIN