Stephen McGarrett was in for hell when she saw him next. Kono Kalakaua most definitely did not do navy showers. The fastest shower she'd ever taken was just over eleven minutes, and that was only because her hot water had decided to stop working in the short time between her washing the dishes and turning on the shower. Her body was accustomed to hot water, not counting the ocean of course.

Stephen, however, had somehow rigged his hot water system to shut off after exactly 2 minutes and 59 seconds of it flowing perfectly. After throwing on one of Steve's shirts and a pair of sweatpants, she hunted down the water system for precisely thirteen minutes before she gave up, trudged inside and hair still dripping, took a seat on the bed, purposely drenching his side of the large bed. Yes, she was feeling that petty.

But, Kono being Kono, she could only sit still for so long, and after a short, yet achingly long period, she began to pace around the bedroom franticly. Counting her steps as she went, she was up to one thousand, three hundred and forty two when she heard a familiar buzz echo through the room. Striding over, she snatched up the offending object, raised it to her ear and barked out a greeting.

The low voice of her favourite cousin rang through her ear as he informed her that just the man she wanted to murder would be home soon, and that if she did intend to hurt him, she knew where to put the body.

The creaking of the front door brought her out of her stupor, and she chewed on her lip in anticipation of what was to come. "Kono! Kono, babe you here? Kono? Oh hey." The muffin in his hand grasped his full attention until after an agonisingly slow 3 minutes and 37 seconds; the amazingly clueless commander glanced up at his teammate with a questioning look.

"2 minutes and 59 seconds Stephen".

"Uh…..ok? Kono, what's going on?"

"What's going on Stephen is that you have your shower set, so that it only uses hot water for 2 minutes and 59 seconds!"

The penny dropped.

"Oh. Kono, babe, I'm sorry, okay. I'll turn it off for you and you can have a shower for as long as you want okay? I'm sorry."

But for some reason, that just set off more sparks inside Kono. "You can turn it off?" "Uh yes?"

Kono's lips opened partially, her eyes wide, and Steve knew something had to happen before Chin and Danny were searching for evidence of who killed him. Before a single word could come out of her pert little mouth, Steve swooped to the left and flicked a switch behind the bedside table and swiftly returned to Kono's side, pressing his mouth against hers and trapping the words threatening to escape.

She relaxed against him instantly, and with his large hands cupping her waist and her cheek, he gently led them backwards towards the bed until the back of Kono's legs hit the edge and the fell backwards. That didn't last long, however, as Kono used her pelvis and legs to flip the commander onto his back, and smirking, gave him a teasing kiss before jumping off him and heading toward the bathroom door, leaving Steve staring after her in confusion.

"I've been wanting to wash my hair all day", she explained with a shrug of shoulders and a small smile gracing her lips. "I could use some help though?" The suggestive wink that followed was all Steve could handle, and he quickly jumped up, kicking off his boots and loosening his cargo pants as he went.

Following the happy sighs and the sounds of running water coming from his bathroom, he called out just before he reached the bathroom door, receiving only quiet laughter.

"Hey Kono? Why is the bed all wet?"