1A/N: I own nothing. All characters unfortunately belong to CBS.

Started off as an idea for a one shot, but felt like it has more potential.

Please tell me what you think.

"Oh god, this is unbearable" she cries in what must be the fifteenth time in the last ten minutes. They are sitting in the parked car, the third day in a raw, watching the big mansion and she feels like one more minute of this torture is going kill her. "We've been sitting here for days" she whines "doing absolutely nothing, boiling ourselves to death and making no progress whatsoever."

"We're not doing nothing, cuz" Chin says levelly from his position at the wheel "we're on a stakeout, it's a very common police procedure. You have to give it some time in order to get results. Try to have a little patience."

"Patience?" she looks at him resentfully. She swears it's almost ninety five degrees inside the car, and Chin didn't even break a sweat. Another poof he's the coolest guy ever. "How can I have patience? We've been looking at this house for ages and didn't even see the targets. We saw a few delivery trucks, a guy that came to cut some bushes at the north side of the fence and that's about it. I mean, even the dog was taken out by one of the staff and not by the owners. It's pointless."

"It's not pointless" Chin smiles at her fatherly. She hates it when he does that, it makes her feel like a schoolgirl again "we're doing it for a reason. Just because it's not the usual way we work, doesn't mean it's not a well proven police method that helped law enforcement capture bad guys for decades" he explains for the hundredth time "the house is the key and we're in a good covered position here. You know perfectly well, we don't have enough for a search warrant, and that the only way to do it is to be thorough and to open our eyes. Eventually they'll come out of there, or the other targets will come in and we would have front row seats to take some pictures. Stay sharp. This is the only way to do it."

"There must be an easier way." she sighs

"I can't think of any." He shrugs "and neither can Steve. You heard him this morning, we've got nothing else and the targets are first priority. That's the way we…"

"There is an easier way" she grunts, a frown on her face when she realizes it. Because, yeah, Steve! He and his thoughtless assignments delegation. He simply stuck them in this boiling car and took Danny to go over the actual data and the police reports. Of course he kept the fun stuff for himself "I want to see him sitting here without moving even for ten minutes" she points her finger towards Chin, "he'll probably explode out of boredom and… I don't know… shoot something."

"You want Steve to handle the stakeout?" he looks at her skeptically.

"Yes" she cries "why not? I mean, we're a team. We share our assignments. He has to let us take turns in this. Honestly, if he thinks he can get away with subjecting young, defenseless women to this type of continuous excruciating pain and misery without…"

"Defenseless?" Chin looks at her amused.

"You know what I mean."

"He'll never do it" Chin says, looking at the house again.

"Why not?" she shrieks "he's usually a fair guy."

"Yeah, fair. And if it would be up to him, he would be happy to take some of the burden off of us."

"So…?"

"He's afraid."

"Afraid? Of a stupid stakeout?"

"Of sitting here alone, without moving, with nothing to do, with Danny."

()()()

"I can see your point" he promises her when she walks after him to his office and stands there, arms crossed on her chest and a resentful look on her face.

"Good" she nods "so you'll do it?"

"Do you really think it's wise?" he looks at her skeptically "you and Chin have already made some kind of routine there. You got to know the schedule of the house, and already…"

"There's no routine whatsoever" she notifies him dryly "the house is practically shut down. We hardly saw any movements. We haven't even had a peek at the targets. I'm quite confident you'd be able to figure out everything in two seconds."

"I see" he frowns, and she can see that he's trying desperately to think about some other predicament.

"Please, Steve" she is willing to beg if this is what it's gonna take "I can't do it anymore. I'm sitting there with Chin, and he doesn't even talk. He just looks straight ahead, in that zeny way of his, focusing on the house. He hardly answers when I talk to him, he doesn't let me turn on the radio, he doesn't want to eat, or to play cards. Please, Steve" she whispers "it's actually dangerous. I might lose my mind completely and you'll be stuck with the two of them on your own."

"Fine" he sighs eventually "I'll switch it around. But I'm telling you right now, I'm not sitting there with Danny. He'll drive me crazy in no time, and I'll have to shoot him and it will blow our cover."

"Okay" she smiles happily.

"Chin doesn't sound like the best partner either from what you've been telling me" he shakes his head at her "I tell you what, I'll have him and Danny work on the paper trail and we'll take the stakeout."

"Wait" she calls after him when he walks out the door to inform their teammates about the unavoidable change in the assignments "so I'm still stuck there, watching that stupid house?"

"It'll be great" he promises her from behind his back, a he's walking to the main room "I'll be right there with you. I'm sure we could find something fun to do."

()()()

It's a shitty case. At least she thinks so. Usually Steve would never go with such a boring case that is based on intelligence and careful assessments rather than running around, shooting and fighting people. But his FBI buddy, Michael, came and asked for his help, and three days ago he gathered them all around the smart table and the two men explained everything and informed them they are taking this case on, because as luck would have it, they are simply the only ones who can help.

The targets are Richard and Patricia Boyd. He comes from a long dynasty of oil tycoons, and she is a cold hearted business woman who practically runs his share of the family business. The FBI had been running a long an elaborated investigation of their business. They are suspected of having the bad habit of taking over small companies, and doing it by bullying the owners, harassing the employees and eventually buying them at a low cost. According to several of the testimonies, in recent events the degree of bullying had increased substantially. In the last couple of years they have regressed even to murders of the more vocal objectors to their actions. The hunt had been going on for years and it's a hard case, requiring a lot of resources and efforts. Steve's buddy Michael was not in any position to tell them more than that because some of it is classified. They're not stupid. The whole business smells of political corruption and high officials' involvement especially when the Boyds' names were mentioned in relation to the last elections in Colorado.

The couple has a mansion in Hawaii. It serves as their winter home and it' located in one of the more exclusive residential neighborhoods. They spend weeks there every winter, using the secluded and heavily secured place to entertain business associates, selected socialites, political figures and most importantly, carefully selected potential "partners" or as the FBI like to call them, victims. For years the FBI have been trying to infiltrate those weekend long parties and at least get a glimpse of the participants. They had no such luck, the heavy security check, the preliminary information gathering, proved to be a major barrier. Until this year, when suddenly they had a good way in.

They had two agents, posing as a rich couple. They had the cover identities of a steel manufacturer and his wife. It took a lot, but finally they were able to get an invitation. The amount of details and time invested in their back story, had finally paid off and the Boyds' took the bait. This year's gathering in Hawaii, was supposed to be the breakthrough they have all been waiting for. They were about to catch the Boyds doing their nasty business in real time.

….

A terrible car accident, a week before the party involving the two agents as they were driving from the Hawaii international airport to their luxurious hotel brought the end to this part of the investigation.

"We've lost eight months of preparations." Michael, Steve's FBI buddy told them during their initial meeting "our agents are badly hurt. One of them is still hanging on a limb, in the ICU."

"I remember that car accident" Danny mumbles "on the H1, right?" a red corvette smashed into a big cement truck."

"Yes" Michael nodded.

"You sure it was an accident?" Danny, always the suspicious asked.

"It's classified" was the only answer. She looked at Steve, as they were all hearing that, his shoulders tightened at the words and there was that familiar shadow in his blue eyes that indicated suppressed anger.

"The department wants to shut down the entire operation. They took away half of my men power, with the intention of taking the rest soon. But I know they're wrong, the weekend party is still a go" Michael explained to the four of them "although we have no one inside, I feel that we should still make the best of it. I wish I could use my own guys, but as I said… this has been a long investigation and I had a lot of objections from my superiors, possibly some outside pressure on the agency, too…" he sighed, looking at the pictures of the Boyds' mansion that he threw a few minutes before on the smart table. "I need your help with monitoring the place" he looked at them with a silent plea "we need to monitor the mansion, try to identify the guests, so we could at least run some intel on them. You'll be covering our operation from afar. Doing only surveillance, nothing more elaborated… "

"A stakeout?" Steve frowned.

"Yes. Just a stakeout. Until after the weekend… look guys, my people were hurt, after they've almost gave their lives for this mission, I can't just let it go."

Steve looked at the three of them seeing the silent agreement "fine" he said decisively "whatever you need, man."

"I need you to monitor the house. Take pictures; gather information about the event that is about to be held there in this coming weekend. You are not expected to engage with the targets, don't try to make contact, don't try to initiate anyth…"

Michael could probably see Steve's disappointed expression too because he added "you are there only for intelligence gathering, Steve. I mean it."

()()()

It took exactly two seconds after Michael's departure, leaving behind him the information about the Boyds for Steve to look back at the three of them with raised eye brows.

"Intelligence gathering your ass, is it?" Danny asked rhetorically.

"Kono, Chin you'll take the mansion. Try to follow Michael's instructions but also to identify some entry points and holes in the security. Danny, we're going to HPD to dig into that car crash. I want to see who we're dealing here with."

"Steve, this is an FBI investigation, you can't just barge in there and…"

"They tried to kill two law enforcement operatives on my island. Of course I'm going to barge in there."

He was out the door even before finishing his sentence. Danny ran after him, trying to make him see sense. Evidently, it was completely futile. She found herself pulling her hair out in torment and misery, sitting in that boiling car an hour later.

()()()

"Mmmm… Australia."

"Australia?" he grins at her "your favorite place, after Hawaii?"

"Yes. I went there for a surfing competition when I was 19. The best waves in the world, guaranteed. Also, the best people. Everybody there is so happy and sporty and they sure can handle their drinks."

He only smiles. "Besides, Australian men… oh god, I'm telling you. Best looking men in the entire world." His smile disappears when she says it, all dreamy eyes, her tongue running over her lower lip slowly. "It's really hot there, and with the sea, and the sun… it seems like no one bothers to wear any clothes. Maybe wearing a shirt is illegal in Australia, I have no idea, because otherwise I can't really explain how they are all walking around, with those muscles, all tanned and sexy and…"

"I got the picture." He grumbles, picking his binoculars again, and making himself busy scanning the house.

"Have you ever been to Australia?" she asks innocently.

"Nope." He says drily "there's not a lot of SEAL's operations in Oceania."

"You should go" she mumbles, but he doesn't answer and they remain silent for a long long time.

"So, what's yours?" she asks after a while.

"My favorite place after Hawaii?" he smiles at her "mmmm… I guess... I don't know… Afghanistan maybe..."

"Afghanistan?!" she looks at him strangely "seriously?"

He looks at her unsurely "well, the mountains are nice, and the air is clean…"

"Right" she looks at him suspiciously "I'm glad to hear you had time to appreciate the scenery while you were there..."

"Two vehicles, north gait" he cries suddenly, forcing her to focus on the task at hand. He throws the binoculars on her lap as he turns on the ignition. She raises the binoculars. A convoy of a deep blue Cadillac, followed by what appears to be a black armed van is driving through the gates and turns right towards the main road.

"I can't see anything, the windows are tinted." She informs him as he pulls off of their parking spot and follows the vehicles from a good distance.

"Run the plate number." He instructs her, focusing on the vehicles, pacing his drive.

"Nothing in the HPD database" she informs him after a few seconds "I'll send it to Chin." She's busy arranging for a comprehensive data search on the phone with Chin as Steve drives them behind the two cars.

"They're turning to the highway" he mumbles "they'll see us. Ask Chin if he can identify them on the traffic cameras feed, so we can keep our distance."

()()()

Chin and Danny have it all figured out pretty quickly. They make a good system where the two guys in HQ are leading them blind, helping them follow the cars from parallel roads. Steve's driving is impeccable; she has to give him that, because he manages to maneuver the truck on the dusty roads without tipping them over.

"I lost them on exit 22." Chin tells them suddenly.

"We have no camera feed there. I think it's busted" Danny explains.

"Shit" Steve shakes his head in irritation.

"Wait, exit 22" she smiles suddenly "I know where they're headed. Turn right here, I'll show you."

()()()

She directs him to a beach he never knew about. When they get there, she points the two vehicles to him triumphantly.

He smiles at her, shaking his head "how did you know where they're going?"

"It's a beach in Hawaii" she shrugs, as they hop out of the car and start to make their way towards the crowded beach. "I know all the beaches around here. Yo ucan test me."

"Woooo" he whistles when they reach the top of a sand hill that separates them from the people on the water line "it looks… luxurious."

"It is. It's a private beach that takes a very high admission fee and have very unique services" she explains as she's scanning the beach slowly using her binoculars "when we were young, we used to go over the fence on the other side of the dune and sneak in to look at all the rich people. We were caught once." She smiles "and Chin had to bail me out of jail. My parents were livid… He's still reminding me of that whenever I do something… hey look! There!" She points to a small secluded piece of sand where she spots their targets. The Boyds are sitting under a golden sun-shade with their three bodyguards around them. The bodyguards wear sandy color pants and black buttoned up shirts and they can clearly see the outline of concealed weapon under their clothes.

He takes the binoculars from her hand, and scans the scene in front of him.

"There's only three of them…" he mumbles.

"Right…" she says cautiously "your point being…"

"We can probably take them."

"Is that where we forget the fact that we're only here for surveillance?"

"Well…" he smiles "we're just trying to be…"

"Reckless?"

"Thorough!"

She looks at him thoughtfully for a few seconds, as he's still scanning the beach, planning a full scale breach no doubt. "Okay" she sighs, making her way back to the truck "it's better than just going back to the car and waiting. But if we're going to make contact, we're doing it my way."

()()()

"What the hell are you doing?" he looks at her pulling her top off.

"What does it look I'm doing? I'm taking my shirt off." His eyes go straight to the minimal bathing suit she's wearing under her tank top, and she has to cough slightly to gain his attention back. "Well, what are you waiting for? Take off your shoes."

"My shoes?"

"Shoes, over shirt, gun, badge, everything. We're at the beach as you might have noticed. If you step in there looking like this, they couldn't miss you even if they tried."

She takes off her shoes, and puts the gun and badge on the passenger seat. She folds the pant legs of her jeans up and takes a bottle of water from the cabin of the truck, and pours it on her hair. In mere seconds she looks like she'd spent the entire morning in the sea. He looks at her with amusement, she's only missing her surf board and it'll be perfect.

"Go on…" she nudges him when she sees he'd lost track again, as he just stands there watching her, transfixed.

"I only have these" he indicates to his clothes "I don't wear a bathing suit 24/7."

"You're pathetic" she informs him, shaking her head "in times like this, I'm reminded that despite everything, you're still a haole." She looks at him thoughtfully for a minute "okay, tee shirt off, over shirt back on to cover your tattoos, shoes off, badge, gun, we'll have to go with the pants, but hopefully they'll look at… ehmmm… other directions."

He does as she says quickly, under her careful watch, and she almost stops breathing when he takes off his shirt and stands there under the sun half naked, muscular and beautiful. He puts back on his over shirt, but leaves his chest bare. "Well?" he asks after she just stands there, transfixed for a few seconds.

"What?" she looks at him in bewilderment.

"How do I look?" She blushes completely. She'll have him know, if it was up to her, she would push him right then and there on the back seat and ravish him, the hell with the investigation.

"You look fine" she grumbles, taking a deep breath, shaking her head at her pathetic reaction. When she starts walking towards the beach and their targets, she thinks she hears him chuckle.

()()()

They walk hand in hand on the beach, approaching their targets slowly. She leans on his shoulder, and laughs loudly, and he smiles when he sees the Boyds looking their way. He grabs her around her waist and presses his lips into her hair "they're looking at us" he whispers "the bodyguards look jumpy."

She nods once, and entwines her fingers with his, as she caresses his hair gently; planting a soft kiss on his cheek "we're getting closer. I'm going to make an approach soon."

"No, you're not" he smiles, but his hand clothes on hers; trying to prevent her from doing something stupid "they have guns. I can clearly see the silhouettes of hand Uzis."

"Just play along" she whispers, before laughing openly again, as she starts running, pulling him behind her. He runs too, and laughs, his eyes move frantically between her and the armed men. They're getting closer and closer to the Boyds, and she's still laughing... Three yards from their targets she crashes on the sand, pulling him on top of her. They are practically on the Boyds' luxurious beach mat; he can almost smell their sunscreen. He starts to think it was a very bad idea, after all…

Until… She holds him around his neck, as he lies there on top of her, and his eyes suddenly fix on her smiling face, the armed men almost forgotten. She pulls him against her and he can feel her leg sliding up the back of his leg. He can hardly breath, she's intoxicating, lying half naked and beautiful beneath him.

"Sell it, Steve" she whispers when he's still hovering above her, breathing labouringly, his eyes on her sensual lips "they're looking at us, sell it!." It's all the invitation he needs, he simply crashes on her and captures her mouth with his own, drowning in her warm body.

()()()

It's more than she'd bargained for.

It's too much.

Too intense.

To... real!

For god's sakes, she always knew he would be rubbish at undercover work.

His strong, muscular, half naked body is all around her, his lips demanding, his tongue exploring her mouth, his touches sending electrical waves from her over sensitive skin straight to her core. There are no armed men anymore, no Boyds, no case, nothing, only the burning heat of desire he entices in her. This is definitely not what was supposed to have happened. Her fingers bury into his back, her leg around his ass, preventing him from ever getting away from her…

"Excuse me" they hear a voice from three miles away. She's just holding him tighter "Sir, Madam…" the voice is louder, and more impatient.

"Mmmm…?" she can hear Steve's confused voice, as he leaves her mouth, and turns on his side, but still holding her against him.

"This is a private spot" one of the armed men is standing above them, and they can both see his hand moves towards his concealed hand gun.

"Ohhh" Kono is the first to get out of her stupor "We're so sorry" she smiles, blushing without even pretending "it's… she pushes Steve away from her gently and sits up, looking at their targets from up close, for the first time "I'm so sorry" she smiles "we're… we're in our honeymoon. I guess we were… carried away a bit… you know how it is..."

"I'm sorry" Steve stands up, and reaches with his hand to help Kono up. When she does, he holds her against him immediately. She tries not to take a lot of notice to the way he holds her possessively around her waist, because it makes her feel like pushing him down on the sand again to continue where they've left off, and they've just made initial contact, so it would be highly unprofessional.

"I'm… S…"Steve begins, and she steps on his bare foot, to stop him from using his real name. He's so bad at undercover work, it's simply ridiculous. "S…Stan" he corrects "Stanley Edwards." He shakes hands with Richard Boyd, and she silently hopes he wouldn't break his hand or something.

"I'm Rachel" she smiles, leaning on Steve's shoulder.

"Stanley Edwards... I think I've heard about you" Richard Boyd smiles towards Steve "you have a lot of businesses here on the island."

"It's very nice to meet you" Patricia Boyd is lowering her sun glasses and sending a predatory look towards Steve's upper body in a way that makes Kono wish she had her gun with her "You two look like a lovely couple."