AN: a small ficlet I just found on my computer whilst 'tidying up'. No realy plot. Drabble.
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Casual Friday
"Oh, look!" Danny cheers, looking up at the sound of HQ's entrance doors opening. "It must be Casual Friday." He grins, watching Steve head down the hallway, towards the Smart Table, where Danny, Chin and Kono are gathered.
"Oh, you're funny." Steve nods without smiling, briefly acknowledges the cousins as he leans against the table, opposite Danny. "You know it's Tuesday, right?"
Danny smirks, peers over the table to get a better look at the pants, moves his gaze up to the casual white tee-shirt, before finally locking his eyes back onto Steve's, face breaking into a grin.
"Oh, no." Danny shakes his head. "What is funny, my friend, is my partner, the navy SEAL, wearing beige pants."
"They're not beige." Steve bristles, straightening up to fold his arms across his chest.
"Sure they are." Danny nods, fails to hide his amusement.
"No, they're not."
"Chin, buddy," Danny turns to the lieutenant, jerks his thumb in Steve's direction, "what colour are those pants?"
"Nah, Brah." Chin chuckles softly, shakes his head. "I'm not getting involved in this one."
"Kono?" Turns to the dark haired beauty.
"I'm with Chin, Danny. I'm sorry." She holds her hands up.
"No, it's okay, because I know that you both think they are beige." Danny nods, turning back to McGarrett. "Because they are."
"Brushed Sand."
"Excuse me, what?"
"The colour; it's 'Brushed Sand'." Steve shrugs one shoulder casually, before turning to the files open on the computer; an attempt to change the subject, should know better by now.
"Oh, I see." Danny nods enthusiastically. "Well, now it makes sense. Because you are some sort of weird alien species that just attracts all things 'beachy'." Moves his hands as if they are magnetic, attracted to each other. "Just answer me this; do you go looking for these things, or do they just happen?"
"Why does it even matter? Are you trying to start a thing here?" Steve sighs, one eyebrow raised.
"I'm sorry, 'a thing'?"
"Yeah, you know; you say something, I say something, you say something back, two hours pass and then I get the chance to say something else..."
"Wbat are you? Like five years old? No, I'm not trying to start a thing, I'm just concerned for my partner because he is not wearing his usual attire, which is very out of character."
"I wear these all the time." Steve defends, glances at Kono as her phone vibrates on the table.
"Really? I've never seen you wear them. Ever. In fact, I didn't even know you owned any 'Brushed Sand' pants."
"What, do you have an inventory of my wardrobe now or something?"
"I have an inventory of most things McGarrett related; the weapons arsenal in the trunk of my car, the number of grenades stored in the glove box, the ammo under the passenger seat, the extra body armour stashed with the spare wheel. But not of your wardrobe contents, because ten days out of ten, you wear your flame thrower proof, anti-missile, over pocketed cargo pants and a Navy blue shirt; of which I'm sure the pun is perfectly intended."
"Except for today." Steve points out.
"Yes, which is my point." Danny says, throwing his hands up in exasperation.
"Okay, you really wanna know why I'm dressed differently today?"
"Yes! Please!"
"Okay, it's because I..."
"Uh, guys, we're gonna have to put this on hold; Fong has something for us to see." Kono interrupts, whilst pushing the phone into her pocket.
"Okay, let's go." Steve nods, as Chin and Kono step around the table and head for the exit, Steve following.
"Oh, c'mon!" Danny whines, trailing behind the group. "You did that on purpose Kalakaua!"
He doesn't miss the soft chuckle as she disappears through the doorway.