Hawaii Five-0 is property of CBS and its creators.
A/N-this is on the heavy side. It was supposed to be light and fluffy, but the muse went the other way.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Bullet was lounging on the bed when he heard the noise (Danny said it was his bed, but Bullet knew better). The German Shepherd's ears perked up, thinking at first that Danny was home, but he soon realized it wasn't Danny's step outside. Bullet heard the door splinter and whimpered. He wasn't sure what was going on, but he was sure he didn't like it.
Bullet's sensitive nose was assaulted by a sickly sweet, familiar smell. His former owner used to smell like that, usually just before he beat Bullet. Bullet whimpered again and slid off the bed, retreating under it instead, hoping whoever it was wouldn't find him.
Bullet heard someone moving around. This was bad, very bad. Bullet knew the person shouldn't be here, but he was too scared to move, to run them off, scared of the pain he was sure he'd be subjected to. He hunched himself up further under the bed as the footsteps approached the bedroom.
Bullet couldn't help but let out another whimper as a pair of legs passed in front of him. The legs paused, and the person bent down to peer under the bed, arm holding a gun extended and pointed right at Bullet.
Bullet recognized what a gun was. His former owner had used one on him; that was how Bullet met Danny. Bullet remembered the searing pain. He wasn't going to go through that again. Bullet growled at the man.
"Fucking mutt! I'll shoot you!"
Bullet lunged before the man could fire, latching his teeth into the man's arm. The man roared in pain and pulled back, tearing his arm out of Bullet's mouth. Bullet followed, teeth bared.
The man shakily aimed again. Bullet snarled and leaped, catching the man in the chest and knocking him over. The gun went off, firing harmlessly into the ceiling. Bullet cringed and backed off at the sound.
The man struggled to his feet and aimed a third time. "Fuck you! I'll show you who's boss!"
Frightened, Bullet retreated back under the bed. The man hesitated, not wanting to get bitten again. "You just stay right there," he said threateningly. He turned away.
Bullet was mad and scared of this man who'd invaded his home and tried to hurt him. He started growling again, but the man didn't hear. He crept carefully towards the edge of the bed. The man's back was towards him. Bullet darted forward, sinking his teeth into the man's leg.
"Fuck! Get off me you little shit!" He shook his leg, trying to dislodge Bullet, but the dog held on. He pointed his gun at the dog.
Another figure burst into the room. "Freeze! Five-0!" Danny was home.
Bullet let go of the intruder's leg and trotted over to Danny, whining. Danny patted him absently on the head, gun trained on the burglar. "Good boy, Bullet." He spoke to the officers coming up the stairs behind him. "Call an ambulance. He's injured. Check the dog."
One of the officers checked Bullet over while another moved to cuff the bleeding man in the room. "Dog's fine," the officer said.
"Thank goodness," Danny breathed, holstering his gun once the intruder was safely cuffed. He got down on his knees and took the dog's face in his hands. "What a good boy, Bullet! I bet you were scared, huh? It's okay, everything's fine now."
Bullet whined in agreement and licked Danny's face. Danny was right. Danny was here. Everything was fine.