AN: So, here I am again. Some people asked me for the continuation of "Unavoidable crossroads", because they wanted to know the reactions of the team and the extended Ohana (of course, Rachel's reaction too) when they realize the new romantic relationship between Steve and Danny.
I hope you enjoy this. As usual, I'll post the new chapters every two days.
I thank my beta, Hugo, for his time and ideas. If you find an error, it's all mine, tell me and I'll be happy to fix it. Please, let me know what you think.
Disclaimer: All the characters and situations inherent in the Hawaii Five-0 TV show, are owned by its creators and CBS. They are taken back for entertainment purposes only. No money or goods have been exchanged in the publishing of this story.
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Summary:
"I just... I don't know how to go on without him, Lou ... If he's not here ... I can't..." He said, trying to control the trembling of his hands as they tightly grasped the phone. The captain looked at him with sadness and understanding... then Lou said, while putting his hand on the shoulder of his dejected friend, pressing lightly, "Do not go there, man!... You need to focus and concentrate on getting your boy alive from that place."
A slight ironic smile was drawn on his face. Of all the ways he imagined the world would find out about the unexpected twist in their relationship, this one was definitely on the bottom of the list. The last weeks had been amazing. They had explored the new feelings between them, discovering and enjoying each other; allowing themselves to feel deeply... and it had been the most wonderful thing that had happened to him in a long ... long time.
This is a continuation to "Unavoidable crossroads." It's not necessary to read it, to get the plot of this story, but it could be useful to understand the mood of the boys.
Life couldn't be more beautiful.
Danny rolled over in bed and sleepily, opened his eyes for the second time that morning. The golden light of the sun poured in through the window, warming his face. He looked at the other side of the bed... the rumpled sheets; the slight cavity in the pillow, just where Steve's head had rested a couple of hours before, with his eyes open and his dilated pupils focused on his, while their bodies rocked together and their panting synchronized with the rhythm of the waves.
He shuddered as he remembered, and a wide smile filled his face. Every day of the last four weeks had started in the same way. In the dim light of dawn, the hands began to stroke softly the naked skin in a growing rhythm, that sometimes culminated with Steve's body covering his, exploring ... recognizing every inch of skin with the tongue or the fingertips, inventing new caresses to drive Danny crazy and join him in the final frenzy that used to leave them exhausted and satisfied, deeply inhaling the essence of each other.
Some days, it was Danny who took control ... Surprised, each time, by the ease with which Steve yielded and became like moldable clay under his hands ... Danny liked soft sex ... slow sex... so the pleasure wrapped around them as long as possible. Steve was intense and passionate ... and, during sex, he always looked into his eyes, as if he wanted to dig deep and send his feelings straight to Danny's heart without the need of words. The combination was perfect and explosive ... as it had always happened in everything that involved them two, together. In the end, they hugged each other, between moans and gasps as they went back to sleep. Life couldn't be more beautiful, could it?
For a few minutes, Danny let the sensory memory, the intense emotions and the construction of new fantasies fill his thoughts, until he felt the inevitable reactions of his body. Almost without noticing, his right hand came down to his groin and he began to stroke, while his mind evoked the image of a Steve, sweating and panting, moving and pushing his hips sensually. He accelerated the rhythm until the orgasm hit him hard. Slowly, he plunged into a soft lethargy, which was interrupted, a few minutes later, with the vibration of his phone on the bedside table.
Lazily, he picked up the phone and moved his thumb over the screen, which lit up with a message from Steve, "Wake up, sleepyhead!"
Unable to avoid a smile, his fingers moved across the screen to answer, "I'm awake already!"
The answer came shortly after, "You're a bad liar, Danno..." Danny let out a laugh. A few seconds later, another message lit up the screen, "Getting to the base. Don't forget the meeting with the governor."
Danny sighed as he looked at the time and remembered that he only had 30 minutes to get ready. Today, he should replace Steve in the governor's office for another long and boring budget planning session. Suddenly, he felt a deep sympathy for Steve, who had to endure nine years of those endless meetings, in which the governor on duty, discussed each and every one of Five-0's requests for the purchase of equipment, weapons and ammunition, among other stuff. As he got up, he shot a quick reply, "I'm on my way ..."
Steve smiled as he held the phone in his hands, the engine of his truck still purring softly, after he stopped under the shade of the trees in the parking lot of the joint Pearl Harbor-Hickam base and exchanged some text messages with Danny. The smile, which had remained stucked on his face since that day, enlarged even more, while he remembered, for the umpteenth time, everything that had happened in recent weeks.
He never thought he could feel that way ... just happy. His relationship with Danny was getting better and better ... it felt natural and, at the same time, exciting and unexpected. They had been discreet, trying to keep their feelings to themselves, while they were trying to figure out where to go on from there. For all he knew, none of the members of his team had noticed the change in their relationship. They argued as always... Danny kept complaining about Steve driving his car, not waiting for a backup and eating pineapple on the pizza.
They had not told to anyone, except Grace and Mary. Once again, he felt the twinge of uncertainty as he thought about the possible reaction of his team when they knew ... He could almost be sure that Jerry and Lou would be happy for them, but he couldn't imagine Tani and Adam's reaction and, definitely, Junior was an absolute enigma. He could anticipate his reaction, based on the guy's military background ... but Junior was a good man who admired and respected Steve ... from the bottom of his heart, he hoped that this would be enough.
Finally, he forced himself to focus. He turned off the engine and got out of the truck, directing his steps to the base facilities. The heat hit him as he adjusted his uniform jacket and put on his cap. Even though it was still early, the sun's rays struck unmercifully, heating the pavement under his boots. He focused his mind, programming it for the underwater demolition training exercise... The team guys had to place a series of explosive charges in the depths of Mamala Bay and this time, Steve would dive with them to supervise the op.
Automatically, all the information about underwater demolition, stored and classified in his brain during his training in BUD's and his experience in the field, was ready to be used this morning. He couldn't avoid the weak pang of nervousness ... These exercises were always dangerous and he had to make sure that there were no incidents that put at risk the safety and physical integrity of all team members.
Half an hour later, Steve and the four divers' teams were on the deck of the diving support vessel wearing their neoprene suits, heliox tanks, helmets and breathing regulators, diving and navigation monitoring devices. The explosive charges were ready, and the boat efficiently cut the surface of the water, to reach the coordinates that indicated the location of the submerged structures at 180 feet of depth, where the training exercises would be performed.
Danny parked the Camaro under the thick shade of the trees, between Iolani Palace and the Hawaii State Capitol, at exactly 11:15 am. He had time before the meeting, scheduled for 12:00, so he walked the two blocks that separated him from the small cafeteria located on Bishop Street. He needed a huge cup of that Kona coffee, strong and aromatic, if he wanted to survive the torture that awaited him. He smiled, mocking in silence of himself at his drama, though he wouldn't admit it to anyone.
At 11:45 he was sitting in the armchair in front of the governor's secretary's desk, drinking his coffee with delight and mentally preparing himself not to lose patience ... God, he hated bureaucracy!
Exactly at 12:00, the blonde secretary hung up the phone and smiled at him, "They're ready, Detective. Follow me please".
He got up and walked behind the girl to the boardroom. She opened the door and moved to let him pass. Danny nodded and muttered "Thank you", took a deep breath as he entered. He had only been here once before, in a meeting with Governor Denning and he had promised himself not to return. The room was occupied predominantly by a large oval mahogany table, surrounded by a dozen chairs upholstered in black leather. Some frames with photographs of the Hawaiian landscape and others with images of the previous governors covered, almost completely, two of the walls. A long window, on the right side, allowed sunlight to illuminate the room.
Most of the chairs were already occupied by eight or nine men dressed in dark suits without ties. Danny couldn't help smiling when he remembered the dislike of the hawaiians regarding the tie. Governor Mahoe was sitting at one end of the table; when she saw Danny, she got up, smiled and said loudly, as she walked towards him, holding out her hand, "Gentlemen, today Detective Williams from Five-0, will be with us. Commander McGarrett is at the Pearl-Hickam base doing some tasks for the Navy... Detective, welcome, please take a seat".
Danny shook her hand and, as he sat, nodded and his gaze traveled the faces of the other attendees to the meeting, in a silent greeting. Someone gave him a black folder, similar to the one that the others were opening at that moment; a gray-haired man, who Danny vaguely remembered having seen somewhere, explained the details of the document... and the discussion began ...
Under the waters of Mamala Bay, Steve kept his distance. As he moved his feet and hands incessantly, he breathed through the regulator, carefully supervising the team's maneuvers. Sometimes, he thought that this phase of training was unnecessary... Everyone moved in sync; each of the team guys was where he was supposed to be and did what he was supposed to do.
After a while, three of the teams had already started the ascent, while the last team was finishing to place the explosive charges. Suddenly, Steve felt a strong jolt and an intense water current pushed him back hard. When he recovered, he looked at the huge metal structure in front of him, which had slid and tilted dangerously, threatening to collapse on the guys who worked inside. Without thinking twice, he swam towards them, kicking the water furiously. On the surface, the diving support vessel swayed in the agitated waters, the alarms of the monitoring equipment began to emit intermittent beeps and multiple red lights were lit simultaneously.
After almost ninety minutes, Danny's ears closed and he focused his efforts on trying to stay awake. The voices sounded monotonous and the numbers and graphics danced on the screen, wrapping his brain in a haze of boredom.
A sharp blow brought him out of his numbness and he straightened in his chair, instinctively taking an alert position... he stood up and his hand moved automatically to take up his gun, while listening to the unmistakable sound of gunshots; he had no doubt, that sounds came from several automatic weapons. Aggressive and hoarse voices screamed unintelligible threats in a strange language ... the noise of breaking glass and a piercing scream sounded right outside the door of the boardroom, which burst open a second later.
AN2: Please remember that I don't know anything about SEAL Team training. The whole scene in Mamala Bay comes from my imagination, so please be kind to any inaccuracies about it. What I got from my research is that, every year, Mamala Bay is the scenario of an intense period of underwater demolition training, so I chose it as the stage for that scene.
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