Disclaimer: I (sadly) do not own Hawaii Five-0

I've just recently started watching this show, and got hooked on the first episode I saw. So I'm sorry if I make any mistakes. You can correct me (just don't me too rude! I'm a softie lol)

Damaged Chemistry

75 degrees at 7:30 in the morning was normal for Hawaii. A cool, refreshing breeze blew through the palm trees, creating a calming effect; calming for everyone, except Detective Danny Williams. He pulled his silver camaro into his designated parking spot at the Five-0 headquarters, shoving open the door.

He walked through the automatic doors only to be greeted by what felt like, hundreds of officers. The main floor of the building was much busier than usual. On most days, Danny could walk from the entrance to the marble steps leading upstairs to his office, in seconds, but today was different – much different. "What the—" Danny was muttering to himself, standing in the middle of mass confusion, looking around.

"Detective!" A short, blonde haired woman, maybe 5'2, grabbed the detective's arm. Danny didn't recognize the woman, but he stopped anyways, taking in her appearance. She wore an HPD uniform – probably a rookie.

"Yeah?"

She handed him a manila envelope, smiling. Her pearly white's kept the detective staring for a moment longer, before looking down at the envelope he had just received. "That's some paperwork from yesterday's crime scene. You and Lt. Commander Steve McGarrett should be able to finish filing it."

"Thanks, Officer. . .?"

"Willis," The woman smiled, extending a hand. "I'm new here." Danny nodded, smiling and taking the woman's hand. Once they had made formal acquaintance, Danny slithered and squirmed his way to the steps, walking up them in a hurry. He was already late. Steve had wanted them there by 7:00 sharp. Casting a quick glance at his watch, he groaned. 7:42.

After taking a couple quick turns, he walked through another door, which read; Five-0. "Hey, hey, hey," Danny greeted, opening his arms as he pushed his way through the double doors. Lieutenant Chin Ho and Officer Kono Kalakaua looked up from their desk. Their expressions were unreadable, but they definitely were not smiling. Kono stood up straight, tucking her hair behind her ear. She waved her hand across her throat, in a cutting motion, signaling for Danny to stop. "What's—" Danny's un-asked question was answered when Steve McGarrett walked out of his office and into the room.

He wore the usual, light brown boots, camouflage pants, and a black t-shirt, a necklace also hung around his neck, but was neatly tucked into his shirt. But that's not what Danny noticed first, what he noticed first was the look on his partner's face.

"Where the hell have you been?"

Danny took a wavering step backwards, holding back a smile that would soon form. "Me?" He pressed his palm up against his heart. "Little ole' innocent me?"

"Williams. . ." Steve growled, taking a step forward. Danny's eyebrows raised, and he dropped his hand. His partner wasn't in a playing mood – well, he never was in a playing mood – but today, he definitely wasn't in a playing mood.

"Sorry, sorry," Danny sighed. "I was taking care of. . . some stuff with Rachel, that's it. Oh, and It took about 10 minutes just to get from the front door to the steps considering the traffic jam downstairs, speaking of which. . ."

Steve backed down as Danny turned, beginning to explain the situation downstairs to Chin and Kono, the two cousins. Today hadn't been Steve's day, yet, it was only 7:50 in the morning; not a good sign. He turned on his heels and walked back into the office, slamming the door behind him with a loud thud. He flopped down in his seat and sighed. Moving the mouse, Steve watched as his computer woke up from its current 'sleep' mode, only to show him the ga-zillion reports he still had to finish.

When the door leading to Steve's office slammed, it cut off Danny's story mid-sentence. He turned to the other two agents, confused. "What's up with Mr. Grumpy today?"

"Who? Steve?" Chin asked, leaning forward on the table, his eyes on Steve's window. Danny, using every ounce of his strength to hold back a snarky response, nodded.

"Yes, Steve."

"He's been like that since we got here," Kono informed, sighing. "I'm worried."

"You're worried!?" Danny chuckled, "I should be the one worried. I'm the one who has to rely on him if we get in trouble." Chin nodded, eyes still on their bosses' door.

"Why don't you go find out what's bothering him?" Chin suggested after a moment of silence. "You are his partner…"

". . .and best friend," Kono added.

"Funny," Danny held up his index finger, he moved over to his own office, pushing open the door and tossing the manila file onto the desk. He turned around, finishing his sentence. "I may be sarcastic, and I may run my mouth a little—"

"A little!?" Kono laughed. Danny shot her a glare, but kept going, wanting to finish.

"—but when Boss man calls me 'Williams', I do not push any further. Besides, what on earth—" Once again, Danny was cut off, but this time, by a door opening behind him. He whirled around as Kono and Chin looked over his shoulders, watching as Steve walked out his office.

"I just got a call," He said, holding up his phone, "A man committed suicide by the docks." Steve turned and made his way towards the door.

"Okay?" Danny questioned, "When did we become interested in suicide?"

Without breaking stride, McGarrett called over his shoulder, "When the HPD started believing there was foul play involved." This time Steve turned around, now walking backwards. "Kono, Chin, stay here. Work the computers. We'll keep in touch." The two cousins nodded as Steve pulled the doors open, beginning to walk through. "Williams!" He called as soon as the doors closed.

That was Danny's cue.

He turned and jogged out the door, hoping to catch up with his partner.

The usual 20 minute ride was taking forever, at least that's what Danny thought as the two drove down the highway, heading towards the docks. Silence was all that filled his ears as he cocked his head to the side, watching the palm trees fly by. They look like they're having more fun than me, He thought.

Beside him, Steve sat silently, occasionally licking his lips, but other than that, no movement; none. On most days, Steve would do the speed limit, since he loved driving Danny's car so much, but today, he was pushing 85 on a 70 mile per hour road. Danny took notice. "Okay, Speedy; what's up?" The dirty blonde haired detective turned a little in his seat, facing his partner as best as he could.

After a moment of silence, Steve licked his lips. "What do you mean?"

"What do I—" Danny sighed, falling back in his seat. "You've been acting stupid all day." Steve stole a glance at the digital clock on the dashboard.

"All day?"

"Yes, all day."

"It's 8:15."

"Okay, Mr. Talkative," Danny sighed. "Don't tell me what's got your panties in a bunch."

"I won't tell you," Steve muttered, gripping the steering wheel tighter. Danny sighed as the veins in Steve's arms bulged. "And stop with the damn name calling."

Ouch.

Danny repositioned himself in his seat, so he was facing more of the road then of Steve, his miserable partner. He heard Steve sigh as they took an exit of the highway.

"…I'm not having a great day either, thanks for asking," Danny said aloud. He had been having a rough day too, but unlike most days where Steve noticed, today, he didn't. Today, sadly, was not turning out like most days.

Steve groaned. "If you're about to rant—"

"No, I am not about to rant…" Danny's normally calm voice was beginning to have an edge in it. "… and even if I was—" Steve opened his mouth to protest, but Danny glared and quickly said, "I wouldn't give a damn what you thought."

"You know what—"

"No, you know what?" Danny cut Steve off, his face red. "I, I am a horrible father, do you understand me? Rachel wants to take full custody of Grace; full custody. Do you know what that means? Do you?"

"I—"

"It means I won't be able to see Grace, ever. And while she's at it, Rachel might as well put a damn restraining order on my ass!" Relief washed on Danny as he fell back in his seat, breathing heavily. He felt a weight being lifted off his chest as he closed his eyes, sighing. It had been bothering Danny all day, and it was good to get it off his chest.

What felt like seconds in silence, was probably minutes; but soon, Steve's voice broke Danny's peaceful thinking.

"We're here."

And the next thing Danny heard was the car door slam.

Sooooooo that was the first chapter! Danny and Steve's relationship is going to start declining (I'm kinda trying to show it…) anyways. This is my first story on here! Be kind!? Please? Lol. Thanks.

Now uh… about those reviews *shoots glance at the review button* Thanks guys! : )