It's been a while since I did anything 5-0, but I've recently binged the whole series and this little bunny developed during the new season premier. We all know how much fun an amnesia episode could be! This is complete and I'll be posting chapters regularly. Hope you enjoy!
Finally Steve leaned forward, catching Danny's lips mid-word easily to swoop in for what he'd hoped was a lingering kiss to try and find some other way to persuade his partner to his side, hand gently resting on his cheek.
Danny reciprocated long enough to let his hand reach up and gently cover Steve's hand with his, even giving it a squeeze, before wrenching it away from his face and smacking said appendage for good measure. "Don't change the subject!"
Steve gave a long exaggerated sigh, and a face to boot, before crossing over to his couch instead and setting himself onto it for the long haul. Danny propped himself more properly to sitting on Steve's desk and crossed his ankles as he continued, gesturing specifically at him. "You, you and your thick head of yours, want to tear off into the wilderness, by yourself! All in the hopes of possibly, maybe, if you are extremely lucky which you my friend are not, of catching this guy at what is presumably a place he frequents given to us by an unreliable source, also known as a buddy he knew back five years ago! Explain to me what part of that makes sense?"
"Well first of all, it's a lead on a case, since when don't we follow through on those no matter how thin?" Steve began patiently, already feeling as if they'd had this conversation a dozen times already, though they'd only just now stepped out of the interrogation room to have this out.
"We don't even know why Hollards moved down here!" Danny thundered, something that had clearly been on his mind since the Governor had handed them this that morning. "He supposedly moved down here form Delaware five years ago, and we still don't even know what his reason for that was!"
"Not everyone's like you partner, they don't have to be dragged to paradise kicking and screaming."
Danny's expression didn't change, so Steve continued without surprise. "Second, and no offense partner, but as you so eloquently just put it, it's a tentative possibility at best that should be checked up on, but we should hardly put all of our resources into this lead. You already have a meeting with Hollards ex, and if you reschedule now she'll be back on a plane to the mainland. Chin and Kono are all the way on the North Shore checking up on the rest of his vague whereabouts, what alternative are you suggesting exactly? Oh wait, you aren't, you're just being your usual worrywart self."
"Worrywart? Did you just call me a worrywart? Steve, do you even hear yourself when you talk, or did the ocean just take over that goofy head of yours and never let go? I am legitimately concerned about your well-being, going off without backup, again!"
Steve had always been impressed by Danny's ability to seemingly talk endlessly without pausing for breath, and now was one of those moments as he continued on his never-ending list of problems with this scenario. Interestingly, Danny could also do a few other things without needing to stop for breath-
"You're not even listening!" Him hopping off the desk drew his attention more than his rising tone.
"Of course I am," he quickly defended/ lied. "I'm not hearing a solution here though partner. Do you actually have any alternatives?"
"Yeah, do me a favor babe, try not to die!" Danny scowled and grumbled a few more moments but finally threw his hands up in defeat as he went to exit Steve's office, did a quick about to snatch his keys off of Steve's desk, and then left. Steve sighed in disappointment, as always knowing Danny was more concerned than actually angry. They'd make it up to each other tonight.
Two Days Later
He was being followed. Clutching his rifle tight as his eyes tracked the new signs of human movement in the area, he didn't need to check his last clip. While still deep in enemy territory, he had to make this one count.
The trail was pitifully easy to follow, whoever was up here with him this time was even worse than the last batch of insurgents. In fact the longer he followed, the slower his own tread became with worry that this was a trap. The signs were too obvious, and the boot treads seemed purposeful, not careful. Not ten miles up the incline, there was a sharp snap a cry of surprise, and several birds took off in fright to further bring home the idea one of his nearby traps had been set off.
Hoping his pray had survived this one, he made quick work of creeping around to the bottom of the incline where his handmade spear had impaled, a park ranger? Wearing the state of Hawaii's symbol? 'A trick' his mind instantly rebutted. Whoever the enemy out here with him was must know where he was from, were trying to throw him off.
The man was clearly dead either way, then there were signs of shouting and quick approach now. He ducked back into the foliage, completely hidden as a blond, stout man came all but tumbling down by the park rangers side. He only came halfway down the incline before he stopped, a look of genuine shock quickly taken over by grief. Dark blond hair was slicked back from his face already, but he ran his hand threw it with a look he couldn't quite process. Everything about him felt... he couldn't even grasp the right word. Despite being dressed as one would for a hike, it was clear from the seconds he'd been watching this man was not comfortable in their surroundings. Yet from his bulletproof vest and rifle he was clutching, one thing was clear. He'd seen him before...but he merely brushed off his second of insecurity and raised his gun.