You Kill It, You Fill It
A/N: A little office humour that we can all relate to...
Thanks to LadyOscar for inspiration and the start of this conversation.
"It wasn't me!" Kono protested indignantly. "It must've been Chin."
"He hasn't been in the office all afternoon." Danny raised his eyebrows at the Hawaiian's spluttered denial. "And neither has Duke, or any of the other liaison officers from HPD."
"Well, maybe it was Steve...?" Kono wondered aloud, then shook his head in rejection of the idea. "Nah, he'd have just asked you or Jenny to make more."
Danny sighed, and stared in frustration at the mug he still held hopefully in his hand, then turned away from the empty coffee pot, a resigned look on his face. "I guess we'll never know who did it," he lamented.
Smiling sweetly at the gathered detectives, Jenny snapped the filing cabinet closed, collected her coat and purse, and headed across the room to the door. Her hand fluttered in a cheeky wave, and an unsucessfully-smothered giggle floated in the air as she disappeared down the hallway, leaving behind two slightly chagrined and caffeine-deprived members of Five-O.
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