Steve would have to admit that he never paid as much to attention to someone's hands until he met Danny. When they first met, he found it so irritating to have to try and block out what Danny happened to be gesturing too as he spoke. Now, if Danny doesn't move his hands, he can't understand what he's saying.
"Again, Danny, please. Use your hands."
"You complain when I do, you complain when I don't. Make up your mind," Danny grumbled, hands firmly fisted in his pockets.
"It's...just easier to understand now. It's part of your language."
One hand flashed into the air, "I have my own language? What, I don't speak English? Help me out here." The other hand emerged, joining it's brother, gesturing between the two men.
Steve hid his smile. Danny didn't notice, his voice continually rising, "Of all the things you could complain about, it's the way I communicate! I hate you; I hate you so much."
Steve allowed his grin to slip fully onto his face. Danny sighed, "How long did I last?"
Steve snickered, "30 minutes. Better than last time."
Danny grumbled under his breath, digging in his pocket, drawing out a $10 bill. He slapped it in Steve's hand, gritting his teeth when Steve responded, "Thanks Danno. Next time, remember, I'm always right."
AN: My first Hawaii 5-0 fic. I know it's short but please review. I own nothing!