A/N: Thanks to rewob17 for the beta. This story is fairly short. Enjoy.

Summary: This is a tag to Season 6 Episode 3, as I didn't like not seeing Steve and Danny talk about Catherine leaving. Of course I couldn't just have them talk, there has to be whump too, to both of them.

Disclaimer: Don't own them, they belong to CBS. If I owned them there'd be way more whump, and bromance.

Chapter One

The Governor called just as Steve and Danny walked into the main Five-0 offices. He assigned them a simple robbery case, nothing dangerous about it, if you didn't count the bomb left by the perp. But the robbery had taken place at a jeweler's in a high tourist area, and the Governor wanted it solved, fast. He was concerned about the negative effect it could have on tourism. Steve didn't really care why the Governor wanted his team on this case. It was just the distraction he was looking for. Danny had already tried to get him to open up about why he was in such a foul mood this morning, and Steve hoped that this case would throw him off the scent.

HPD had taken the witness statements, and now the Five-0 team was reviewing them as they all stood around the smart table in the center of the bullpen.

"Doesn't look like HPD got much out of these witnesses." Lou observed.

"Yeah, no one saw anything, if their statements are to be believed." Danny's tone was sceptical as he waved his hand at the large screen that displayed all the statements.

"We need to talk to all the witnesses again and verify their accounts. Do we have the video from inside the store yet?" Steve asked, looking at Chin.

Chin nodded, his fingers flying over the table as he pulled up the video. No one spoke as the video played out.

A lone man wearing a mask, a backpack, and brandishing a gun, had entered the store just as it opened. He locked the door and herded the manager, a sales girl, and one security guard into the back room. Within moments the man was back in camera view. He removed his backpack and withdrew a box, placing it on one of the counters. Then, he proceeded to open the display cases with keys he must have taken from the manager. It took no more than five minutes for the man to load everything of value into his backpack and leave, locking the door behind him.

No alarm had been sounded and HPD didn't receive a call until a second sales girl arrived for work two hours later, and found the door locked. The box left behind by the robber contained a rudimentary bomb that had malfunctioned, and it was quickly disarmed by the HPD bomb squad. Luckily the three employees were only tied up in the back room and no one was injured.

"I don't understand why he left the bomb," Kono puzzled. "What purpose did it serve?"

"Exactly," Danny waved at the screen. "That was just a ruse. He never intended for it to go off. We really need to talk to the witnesses again. I'll call HPD and have the three people from the store brought in." Danny pulled his cell as he spoke.

"Hold it, Danny. I make the decisions here." Steve immediately regretted the words as soon as they left his mouth. He shouldn't be allowing his frustrations with his personal life to effect his working relationships.

"Oh, right, yeah. I forgot. You're our benevolent dictator." Danny shot back at his partner and boss. He wasn't sure what had gotten up Steve's butt today, but he'd been acting weird ever since he'd picked him up. Something had happened since yesterday and he was going to make it his mission to find out what, although his first attempt in the car hadn't worked at all. In fact it had only served to irritate his partner even more. He knew it had to do with Catherine, but she'd told him she wanted to stay when they'd spoken. So had Steve proposed or not? He wouldn't even answer him in the car, just shut down the conversation.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to snap like that." Steve ran a hand down his face as he sighed. "We'll go see the witnesses, no need to drag them down to HPD."

"Really," Sarcasm dripped from Danny's voice. "I beg to differ. They should be brought in because one of them is in on this robbery. A robbery, I might add, where a bomb was involved and it's obvious that this was an inside job. I have a good idea who it was, and she does not deserve the courtesy of a home visit. But you are the boss, so whatever you say goes, right?" Danny stood, his hands on his hips, waiting.

"Right," Steve agreed, ignoring the rest of his partners' comments. "So Lou, you go see the security guard. Chin, Kono, you guys go talk to the manager." Steve looked at his partner. "Danny, you and I'll go talk to the sales girl, Trisha Prentis."

Danny sighed then started to follow Steve, who was already heading out the doors. Chin walked beside the blonde detective and whispered. "Go easy, brah. Something's bothering him."

"Yeah, I know, Chin" Danny grabbed his Kevlar vest from his office as he hurried to catch up with his cantankerous SEAL.

Steve already had the Camaro running and was tapping impatiently on the steering wheel by the time Danny got into the car, still fastening the last of the straps on his vest.

"What's your problem, huh?" Danny made fast work of fastening his seatbelt as Steve roared out of the parking lot. He was happy to see that Steve had also donned his vest.

"Nothing, I don't have a problem."

"Yes, yes you do have a problem, Steven. How about you tell me what it is so we can move on and solve this case?" So much for going easy, Danny thought to himself.

"Let it go, Detective, it's none of your business." Steve kept his eyes on the road, not looking at his partner or he'd breakdown and tell him what was bothering him. Danny did that to him. Wormed his way in, and made Steve spill his darkest secrets, even when he didn't want to. "Maybe my problem is with you always sticking your nose in where it doesn't belong."

Hurt flashed across Danny's face at Steve's words, and he had to bite his bottom lip to stop himself from snapping back at the tattooed idiot beside him. Sometimes getting Steve to talk to him, and tell him what was wrong, was like getting blood out of a stone. It looked like today was one of those days.

The silence lengthened as neither partner spoke. The mulish look on Danny's face told Steve he'd have to speak first, but for now he was grateful for the quiet, it didn't happen very often.

"Tell me why you think Trisha Prentis is involved in the robbery." Steve finally said as they neared the sales girl's address. When his partner said nothing Steve finally looked over at him. He could see the hurt still in Danny's eyes. "I'm sorry." The apology popped out before he knew it was even there.

"That's twice you've said that in under half an hour. How many times do you think you're going to have to apologize today, huh? It would be easier if you just told me what's going on with you." Steve said nothing, so Danny decided to let it go, for now, and answer Steve's question. "There was a look between her and the perp. It was barely there, but I saw it." He wondered where Steve's head was, because normally he'd have caught the look too.

There was silence between them again until they pulled up outside a small bungalow. No car was parked in the driveway, but Danny was sure he saw a curtain twitch as if someone was watching from the house.

Steve was out of the car and walking up the driveway before Danny could say anything. He caught up to the SEAL as he knocked on the door.

"Trish Prentis, Five-0, open up." Steve knocked again. When he received no answer he tired the door handle.

"What are you doing? We don't have a warrant."

"No, but you think she's guilty, so let's find out."

Danny threw his hands up in the air as Steve entered the house his gun drawn, turned out the door wasn't even locked. Pulling out his own gun, Danny followed his partner into the house.

"Careful, Steve, I'm sure I saw someone at the window when we pulled up. Don't forget, this guy likes bombs."

"There's no one here, Danny." Steve came back from clearing the bedroom at the back of the house. He holstered his gun as he started to look through the contents of the living room. "And this guy may like bombs, but he doesn't even know how to set one up, because that bomb at the store was a dud."

"I'm telling you someone was here. We shouldn't be doing this without back up. I'm calling in HPD to do a thorough search of this place." Danny kept his gun out and pulled his phone. He figured the person he'd seen must have exited out the back.

"I told you, there's no one here. We don't need HPD backup." Steve let anger colour his words. "What I need is a partner who listens and doesn't whine all the time, because if there was someone here, they obviously left."

"What the hell's the matter with you today? We don't know for sure the person left, but you, almighty SEAL, you know its safe here and don't need HPD backup. So I guess that means you don't need me, your whining partner either then." Danny put his gun away and headed for the door, too mad to stay. He didn't go far though, just outside where he called HPD anyway and asked for a cruiser to be dispatched to their location. He also called Chin, Kono, and Lou and asked them all to meet at this address.

Inside the house Steve ran a hand through his hair. He had to stop this. Taking his frustration out on his partner was not a good way to deal with his problem. But he couldn't talk about this right now. He had to put it away in a compartment and lock it up. Deal with the case and apologize later, yet again, to Danny, because he was sure he'd just gone too far.

Danny stood in the doorway and watched as Steve started checking every inch of the living room. He'd be damned if he was going to help, but no way could he leave his exasperating partner without backup, whether Steve thought he needed said backup or not. So until HPD arrived he'd stay right here, watching. Then he was leaving so he could cool down before he cornered his crazy SEAL and dragged the truth out of him. Because as much as Steve tried to push him away, he was not going to allow it no matter how mad he made him.

Steve was aware that Danny was watching him, but he said nothing. After searching the living room, he started down the short hallway to the bedroom. A box sitting outside the bedroom door, where there was no box before had him moving cautiously towards it. He looked closer and realised it could very well be a bomb similar to the one placed in the jewellery store.

"Danny, could you get me the toolkit from the car, please?" Steve stuck his head around the hallway wall to look at his partner. He knew he was still angry, but too professional to leave him alone at a possible crime scene. Moving Danny further away from the house, just in case, was now a priority. If the bomb was as rudimentary as the previous one, then Steve had no doubt he could handle it himself, he'd learnt to disarm bombs in his training.

"Yes, Commander, certainly, Commander, I'll get it right away for you, Sir." Danny proffered a mock salute and turned sharply to head for the Camaro.

Steve sighed. Yep, he had some apologizing to do, maybe with a beer, a steak dinner, and an explanation for his ill-temper. But at least Danny was moving away from the house.

Slowly Steve knelt down and lifted a loose flap on the box. He heard a click as he did so and immediately knew he was in trouble. Turning swiftly, he ran out of the hallway and threw himself behind the sofa, hoping that would give him at least a small amount of protection. At the same time he called to Danny.

"Danny, get down, there's a bomb!"

TBC