A very rough story written almost straight through...I just had a brilliant idea that I couldn't get out of my head after binge watching Hawaii Five-O and getting addicted to the Steve/Danny pairing.
I'll post the second half later in the week, so for now enjoy this unedited, late night word vomit!
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"Hey Max, what are you doing up here?"
Steve, Danny, Kono, Catherine, and Chin were all gathered around the command table in HQ when Max walked up, dressed in his usual white lab coat.
"Greetings, commander. I just wanted to invite the team to join me this year for the 25th anniversary of the annual Halloween showing of Rocky Horror Picture Show. Not only is there a showing of the film on Kailua beach, but the after party includes a contest for the coveted best individual and group costumes. The winners of the contest are well rewarded, and both Catherine and Kono showed interest when I brought it up during last week's movie night. I believe our chances of winning the group contest would be highly favorable as there are would be enough members to complete the entire main cast of the movie."
Steve lifted eyebrows at this proposal. "Well, Max...um...thanks for the offer, but I don't know..."
"Oh come on, Steve, it'll be fun!" Catherine butted in, grinning at him.
Danny responded for the both of them, crossing his arms grumpily. "Fun for people who like that sort of thing. I, for one, have never seen the film, nor do I enjoy dressing in costume. Unless it's with Grace, that is."
Chin shrugged. "I'd be game...Abby loves the show." The other two guys glared at him.
"It would be critical for everyone to attend, as an incomplete themed group has never won the contest." Max insisted. Kono looked back and forth between Steve and Danny.
"You know," she said, "It wouldn't be that bad. It's not like it's on Halloween night—so Danny, you'd still get to go trick or treating with Grace. And I heard from some friends the costume party is pretty rad..."
"I know it's not interrupting my precious time with Grace, but"
"but what Danny? Besides, if you're not doing anything, then I'm calling in my favor for that thing I did for you the other week. You're going." Kono announces, and Steve looks to Danny, brows raising again in confusion.
"What favor..."
"Shut it. Don't even ask." Danny lifted a finger at Steve, glaring at him. He turned to Kono, calculating the chance he'd have to argue his way out of it.
"...fine. Steve, if I'm getting dragged into this, you're doing it too."
"Wait, now why do I—"
"Great!" Catherine interrupted. "Don't worry boys, it's not like we're going to make you get your own costumes. Max, Kono and I will handle everything, and all you'll need to do on Friday is show up and look pretty for a few hours."
"You won't regret this, commander." Max said in a reassuring tone. "Experiencing the Rocky Horror Picture Show like this is a true cult classic experience."
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"So...a favor, huh?" Steve looked casual, but Danny knew better. The man was as stubborn as a mule, and when he caught a whiff of anything interesting, he refused to stop digging. Damned super-SEAL.
"Drop it Steven." he said warningly, glancing over at his partner behind the wheel.
"I'm just asking, Daniel," he said, returning the condescending tone trying not to smirk "...because I'm curious what Kono has over you that would shut you up so quickly? I mean, you hate dressing up in anything except slacks and a tie. I've even seen you *swim* with a tie." Steve said in a teasing voice.
"For your information, I wear other things when they're appropriate. When I'm at work, I wear work appropriate attire. You know this, you ass. And before you say another word, I owe Kono for helping me with some personal matters, and that's all you get to know. Now stop acting like a dog with a ball, and drop it. It's my ball."
Danny couldn't help himself; Steve smiled inwardly at the man's gesturing and flustered speech. 'Too easy', he thought. Almost five years of working with the short haole with the firey temper and strong right cross, and he never got tired of poking his buttons. Most people would be turned off by the acerbic and sometimes cantankerous behaviour, he mused, totally missing the rather soft-hearted and loyal nature that he guarded within. But from the first day he'd met Danny Williams, he knew. Those deep blue eyes...As someone who spent his life in the water, he'd never been afraid when swimming in the vast waters of the Pacific. But sometimes he caught himself drowning when Danny held his gaze. It raised feelings in him that were better left alone.
Besides. Danny was his partner, and he liked women. They both liked women that way. So far as he knew, Danny was the sort of guy who'd probably never have even considered another man sexually; the epitome of heterosexuality. As for Steve, he never looked at guys with anything more than a general appreciation of their fitness and abilities.
And if his eyes glanced over the New Jersey detective's muscular frame every once in a while in "appreciation" of well tailored slacks and arms that stretched rolled sleeves tightly when folded across a broad chest, well...he just didn't go there. The dirt that Kono had on him, however...that was fair game.
"But Daaaannny" he drawled.
"I said drop it."
"...Woof."
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Friday was unusually slow, but Danny still glanced at the clock warily. He wasn't some stupid schmuck who'd never seen a movie in his life (unlike some people he knew who had absolutely no taste in movies whatsoever and who thought swimming in the ocean was a fun at six in the freaking morning). He'd heard about the Rocky Horror Picture Show and all the crazy fanatics, and even if he'd never allowed himself to be dragged into actually watch it, he was well aware of the general plot and characters. He just hoped he wouldn't be forced into the infamous drag that one of the main characters (played by a young Tim Curry) wore in the film.
"What have I gotten myself into..." he muttered grumpily to himself as he shuffled through paperwork at his desk.
"Hey. Max wanted me to grab you and Steve so we can all get our costumes. Let's go." Kono stuck her head into the office, grinning.
Danny sighed, and stood up trying not to glare at the bouncing and excited young woman as he followed her out the room...hopefully not to his doomed fate of death by embarrassment.
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"Ah, you're here. Just give me a minute to make sure everything is there that you'll need for tonight." Max said brightly as Steve, Catherine, Danny, and Kono wandered in.
"Captain Grover and Detective Kelly have already picked up their costumes, as they were not going to be in the office this afternoon to receive them. It was also not necessary for them to be here, as they require no assistance with makeup." he continued, picking up four paper bags from his desk and walking over to the four detectives.
"Excuse me." Danny held a hand up, as if to ward off Max's advancing form. "Makeup?" he said in disbelief.
Max paused, frowning slightly, before handing the first bag to Catherine, and then the second to Steve who took it begrudgingly.
"Yes detective. Although never fear. As your roles all require some level of additional detailing, I took the liberty of requesting the assistance of your female counterparts to help as required. Your character does not wear makeup specifically, but a second pair of hands would not go amiss."
Danny didn't know whether to be relieved or more concerned at the man's comments, and he took the paper bag Max retrieved as Kono elbowed him lightly.
No makeup...meant no drag, right?
He looked into the bag.
"...there is no way in hell I am wearing this." He said bluntly. "For the love of...what the hell?" He stated again, rapidly winding himself up into a fit of pique.
Steve looked at him, now concerned for his own role in all of this. Catherine could tell he was ready to balk as well and snatched the bag out of his hand before he could look inside.
"Nuh-uh, stevie, we're going. You and I have got a LOT of prep work to do." she ordered, wandering back out of the room with Steve trailing behind, suspicious but clearly not interested in getting himself into further trouble by joining his partner's protests. The women of Five-0 were not to be refused.
"Come on, Danny." Kono wheedled. "You promised when I helped you out last week that you'd do something equally self-sacrificing for me. Anything I wanted. Your exact words."
"You tricked me. And this definitely does not fall under equal exchange."
"But you're perfect for the character! No one else will be able to pull it off."
"...what...what does this character even DO in this flick?"
"mmm...you probably don't want to know."
"...christ."
"If it makes you feel any better, Steve's got it way worse, and I think you're really going to want to see him in his costume. Now come on, or we'll be late."
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Steve wondered what he had done to deserve this fate.
Catherine looked over at him from the passenger seat and let out a small chuckle. "Stop looking like a kicked puppy."
"That's the second time someone's compared me to a dog today. I'd rather be dressed in a dog suit and a freaking collar if it'd get me out of this." he grumbled, glaring at nothing in particular.
"Ha, now that's something I'd like to see. Danny too, probably." she said slyly.
"Wha- hmph, well yeah, he'd probably like that too, the jerk..." Steve didn't like where this conversation was going. He and Catherine had fizzled out their sexual relationship a few months ago, although on good terms. But her comments recently were unsettling, and almost always focused on his partner's opinions...
"If you back out of it now, you don't get to see what we had Danny dress up as. I promise, it'll be worth your pride and dignity for a few hours." She teased.
They pulled up to the beach. Despite Catherine's bribing and hints at a potentially and equally humiliating costume for Danny, he was seriously doubtful how it could be any worse than his own.
"Chop chop soldier, let's go!"
As Steve and Catherine walked down towards the large screen setup on the beach, he saw most of the group already gathered...and wearing some seriously bizarre outfits. Max spotted them and waved them over. "Commander McGarrett! So happy you made it!" The others turned, and Steve scowled as eyes widened at his appearance. If those noises muffled behind Lou's mouth was laughter, he'd kick his teammate's smug butt into the ocean.
"You look...beautiful, McGarrett." Lou choked out, trying and failing to laugh. Steve promised himself he'd get payback one way or another.
Max was also happy, although more ecstatic about his appearance than entertained by it. "It was the perfect choice! Your facial structure and body frame were an excellent match for the role of Dr. Frank N Furter."
"Not to mention you really know how to pull off that shade of red" Adam quipped, smiling and looking smug in his leather jacket and motorcycle gear.
"I'm Riff Raff," Max explained at Steve's questioning glance. "Catherine has agreed to play my beautiful sister Magenta..." She and Max did a strange movement with the hands linked, Catherine laughing in delight at their antics.
"Detective Kelly and his partner are playing two of the main characters, Brad and Janet...Adam is playing Eddie, Captain Gover is the inspector, while Kono is Columbia..."
Steve looked around "...Where's Danny? And Chin?" not spotting his partner in the supposedly equally embarrassing costume. He was wearing a corset and lipstick for christ's sake. The only thing that would have made the whole thing worse was if he had been forced to wear the stiletto heels (which, luckily for him, were basically impossible to wear at the beach).
Kono snorted. "Chin is trying to convince him to leave the bathroom. As soon as we got out of the car he darted in there and refused to come out until I gave him his clothes back."
Steve didn't have dog ears and a tail, but if he had, they would have perked up at the description of his partner's reaction to his costume. He'd never seen the film before, so he had no idea what they had chosen Danny to dress as (or more specifically in), but if it was as...interesting...as some of theirs, he found himself rather eager to see it.
"Should we find a good spot to set up for the movie while we wait?" Catherine asked Max, and they all looked down the beach towards the screen. People were beginning to congregate in the area designated for watching the film, laying down blankets and towels to claim their spots.
"I've got him."
Chin's voice called out behind Steve and the rest of the group turned towards sound of Chin's voice. Steve, being slow to turn around therefore got the opportunity to watch as jaws dropped. Catherine let out a wolf whistle in appreciation as a grinning Chin and Dan...holy crap.