Hawaii 5-0 + OC
Disclaimer: Of course I don't own Hawaii 5-0. Don't be stupid. But Sam's all mine. She's copywrited, so don't even think of using her!
Don't Know Who To Trust.
I scanned the office as I walked -trying to do so confidently- through the office. People were sitting at desks and drinking coffee, some absent-mindedly typing one-handed, whilst looking out the window at the sparkling ocean, just a few hundred feet away. Little did they know why I was here. I'd let them off the hook for today. I wanted to be out there just as much as they did, standing with my feet in the water, cool sand beneath my toes, feeling the calm water lapping against my skin-
"Sam? Sam!" I heard someone call out behind me, cutting through my reverie. I turned, knowing who it was.
"Danny! Good morning," I held up a paper bag, wafting the smell of pastry towards him.
"And what a lovely morning it is," He locked his eyes on to the bag as he came towards me. "Don't you just wish you were out there? Not on the beach, just there:" He pointed out the window to a solitary bench, left alone by the tourists either browning in the sun or splashing in the water. I laughed.
"Looks like they reserved it for you, huh? Lucky," I smiled at him sympathetically, watching him look out onto the bay. He had that same dreamy look that everyone else had. I expect I had it too.
"Yeah." Danny sighed wistfully. I guess my sarcasm was lost on him.
"Well, we'd better get moving." I handed the bag to him as we started towards 5-0's department. I heard someone walking up behind us and paused to look around, dreading that maybe it was-
"Morning, Agent Hadley." Lieutenant Commander McGarrett's husky voice greeted me. Great.
"Good morning, Lieutenant." I didn't smile as I looked up at him. I hated the fact that I had to look up at him. He was at least a head taller than me, if not more. I shook my curls out, and saw his eyes follow the movement. Suddenly self-conscious, I turned back around, and walked quickly towards the kitchenette, to be greeted by Kono.
"Hey Sam! How was your big date?"
Terrible. "It was great! He was really nice." He was an asshole. Reminded me too much of the man whose voice I was hearing again now.
"Come come come, we haven't all day." He motioned to one of the empty chairs as I looked at him. "Coffee?" Kono was pouring some. I accepted gratefully. I hadn't slept much last night. We moved towards the table.
Not wanting to be too close, I chose the chair directly opposite. Easily the stupidest thing I did all day. Everyone sat down around me at the oval table. I cupped my coffee in my suddenly cold and clammy hands. What was happening to me? He wasn't that scary.
"So, what have we got, Chin?" McGarrett pushed a file across the table to me. It flew over in a dead straight line. I stopped it, rolling my eyes.
Oh, wasn't that impressive, I thought. He can kill a man with one file. I really did not like this guy. He had some sort of intimidating effect on me.
I heard a faint chuckle as I looked up. His face was passive. It couldn't have been him. The muscles in his neck rippled as he turned towards me, a cheeky glint in his eye. Oh, it was him. I let out the breath I didn't know I was holding, directing my attention to Chin.
Except his attention wasn't on Chin. It was on me. I could see his eyes in my peripherals, feel his calculating gaze on me as I tried to focus on what Chin was saying, but I couldn't. I could only focus on the tingle on the back of my neck. Why was he looking at me like that? I quickly glanced at him. He looked like he was analysing something through a microscope, not looking at his colleague.
I made an irritated-seeming sound, or I hoped that I did, for when I did, he jerked out of his daydream. But he didn't look away. I leant forward a little, and raised my eyebrows, so as to say: Hello? Anyone in there? He smiled at me, smiling a little cheeky, annoying smile that I huffed at, turning back to Chin, now studiously ignoring him.
"So we're going to have to go undercover, as guests in the party." Chin hadn't noticed our not paying attention.
"And we've got tickets?" At least Kono was paying attention.
"Only two." Chin turned to me.
"That's where you come in. Both of you." He motioned with his head towards McGarrett, giving me the excuse to look at him too. He looked as confused as I.
"Who are our covers?" I asked. Please let us be brother and sister, friends, anything except for-
"You will be an engaged couple, Alexander Thomas, and Rebecca Moor." I grimaced. I was going to hope not to be McGarrett's girlfriend, let alone fiancée! McGarrett smiled at me cheekily again. Chin spoke again.
"We'll monitor you at all times, you will have microphones on you, and we will tell you where to go. We just need to get into his safe, so you're going to have to look for it-"
"It's in his office. Inside the desk." I cut Chin off. I knew who we were talking about.
"How did you know that?" McGarrett was fixing me with a piercing gaze, his eyes more blue than ever.
"He's a friend of my parents. I'm already invited to the party, and I can always bring McGarrett as my plus one. Then two of you can get in as well."
"What do you mean, a friend of your parents?" McGarrett grilled me.
"Ali Krauss is..." I paused. "My godfather."
There was a silence. I continued. "He used to visit often, but he went on long business trips quite a lot. When my parents found out about what those business trips were, they broke off all ties with him. But he still emails me occasionally. I got the invitation a week ago, seemed like he wanted to reconcile. I wasn't going to go, but now..." I looked around the table. Chin, Danny and Kono were all pretty chilled, but McGarrett was still staring at me like I was some sort of criminal.
"I don't have anything to do with the drug ring, Lieutenant, you would have found something on me." He raised his eyebrows.
"Come on! Do you not believe me?" I stood up. So did he, his mouth set in a straight line.
"No."
Of course he didn't. He didn't trust anyone.
I groaned, and turned on my heel.
"I'll give you till tomorrow to run any kinds of background checks that you can on me, and I'll come back in the morning, OK?" I called over my shoulder as I went.
The lift opened just as I walked towards it. Talk about a good exit. I stepped in, pushed the down button, and was just about to bang my head against the wall when a well muscled arm stopped the door from closing. I growled out my frustration as Lieutenant Commander McGarrett made his way into the elevator. I leant back against the one side of the box and looked at him with my eyebrows raised. He took the opposite side to me, and waited for the doors to close before yanking on the lever that would stop the elevator. A bell sounded, irritating the life out of me.
"Really?" I shouted at him, but he probably didn't notice that it was out of anger. One had to shout to be heard in here, the bell was so loud. "You're really going to do this here?" I was so pissed off at him.
"Yes, I am!" He was shouting too. He had no justification for being angry at me. I was the one that was angry.
"What is it with me that you don't like? Just tell me, and then we can stop pretending that it's me that's the problem, because really, I don't have any particular problem with you, apart from the fact that right now, you're being a complete asshole!" I couldn't believe that I had just said that. Seemingly, neither could he. There was silence on our part for a minute, with the bell still droning on. He swallowed, fighting for words.
"I..." I looked at him expectantly. "I'm sorry." He looked at the ceiling, his foot tapping against the bottom. "I just don't trust people very easy." he looked at me. "I mean, she was my friend, and..." He trailed off. Neither of us wanted to mention the incident with Governor Jameson.
"I apologise." Suddenly, he was formal again. I shook myself, and stood up straight, looking him in the eye for the first time that day.
"You're forgiven, Commander McGarrett." I smiled a little. So did he.
"Thank you, Agent Hadley." He saluted. I laughed. He smiled. It was awkward.
"Now could you please let me go?" He chuckled, pushing the lever back up again. The bell stopped, and I sighed, loving the silence. Then it became uncomfortable. I sneaked a look at him. His eyes were closed. Thank God. Those eyes were scarily fascinating. Finally, the lift went 'ding!' and the doors opened. His eyes opened, and he motioned for me to go first. I did, chuckling.
Well, at least he was a gentleman.