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Steve McGarrett and his partner Danny Williams pulled up at the suspect's house. They checked their guns and go ready to exit the car.
"Ready?" Steve asked.
"Yeah," Danny replied. "Just let me get Bullet's leash."
"Danny, we are not taking the dog."
"Why not?"
"Because we're just going to question him. It's not like he's going to run or anything."
"Steve," Danny said, "they always run. That's why we have the dog. To catch them when they run, which they always do."
"Danny, he's not going to run." Danny just looked at him. "Okay, fine. We'll leave him in the car, but leave the window down. That way, if the suspect runs—which he won't—you can call your dog to chase him. If, that is, he'll listen to you."
"I'll have you know my dog follows orders a lot better than your cat," Danny retorted.
"Can we just go already?" Steve asked impatiently.
They approached the house cautiously, hands on their guns. The door was open, but the screen door was fastened. Steve rapped on the edge of the screen. "Five-0!" he shouted.
There was a scrabbling sound and the screen burst open, catching Steve in the face. Before he could recover, the suspect came barreling out, careening into Danny and knocking the detective into the porch railing. "Bullet, get him!" Danny shouted as the suspect took off across the street.
The German shepherd launched himself out of the car, landing just shy of the suspect and taking off in hot pursuit. The suspect darted along the side of the apartment building across the street. There was a half-open dumpster against the wall under a fire escape. The suspect scrambled onto the closed half of the dumpster and grabbed for the fire escape.
Bullet wasn't hampered by the dumpster like the suspect was. He launched himself smoothly onto the dumpster, knocking the suspect into the open half and jumping in after him.
Steve and Danny came running up. Danny peered into the dumpster and looked away, gagging. "Ewww, gross."
"Aw, come on, Danny, you're not going to let a little garbage get to you, are you?" Steve said.
"Just for that, I'll let you get the suspect out."
"Okay, fine." Steve peered into the dumpster where Bullet was lying on the suspect, chewing on something unidentifiable clasped between his paws. "Can you get your dog off him first?"
"I told you we'd need him," Danny said smugly. "I think he deserves a treat."
Steve pointed to whatever Bullet was chewing. "I think he found one."
Danny peered at it, trying to discern what it was. "Ewwww. Is that even edible?"
"He seems to think it is."
"Bullet, leave it!" The dog looked up questioningly, but didn't drop his prize. "Bullet, come!"
Bullet eagerly leaped out of the trash bin and raced to Danny, putting his paws on Danny's shoulder and attempting to lick his face. "Oh, no, you don't, you big lug. It's a bath for you before anything else."
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A/N: I'd love some more Bullet on the Job ideas if you have any.
Steve hauled the suspect out of the trash can and thrust him at Danny. "Book 'em, Danno."