Hi Everyone! It's finally done. Took a lot longer than I expected, but it's finished, so you're guranteed every chapter! This story is full of fluff, but I tried to stay as true to the characters as I could. This first chapter is going to be a little longer than my rest. Hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Hawaii Five-0 or anything associated with it.

Chapter 1

Lt. Catherine Rollins stirred in her sleep, plagued by a reoccurring nightmare, one where the man lying next to her died before she and the rest of his team could find him. It was the time she was suppose to pick him and Danny up from the marina, but they weren't there, and yet even knowing that they both came out of it safe, Catherine's mind had morphed it into a chain of events where Steve McGarrett ended up dead.

She tossed and turned screaming out in her sleep loud enough to bring Steve to full alertness. Her voice had pulled him to her even as he awoke and he was already facing her, his hand lightly on her shoulder, when he said, "Cath! Wake up! Come on." He gently shook her, but she didn't respond, and when he noticed the tears streaming from her shut eyes he shook her harder, "Catherine!"

Her eyes popped open and Steve could see the terror and grief from her nightmare lingering there. "Steve," she whispered and then began to sob, a latent emotion from the ordeal her mind had just put her through. Catherine had been having the nightmare long enough that she was way past being embarrassed over her reaction, and Steve wasn't instantly panicked over the tears.

He pulled her close, wrapping his arms protectively around her, and just held her, whispering, "It's okay Cath, I'm safe. It's just you and me. It's okay now." He kept whispering to her and planting kisses on her hair until she finally quieted. "Same nightmare?"

She nodded against him and then took a deep breath, before lifting her head from his chest to look at him, studying his face. "See, I'm fine," he told her.

She was starting to feel herself enough to snort at him and poke him above his eye, "Nice bruise."

He winced and rubbed at it, "Forgot about that."

She rolled into a sitting position, wiping at her eyes with the palm of her hands. "I wish these would go away. I'm starting to feel so silly. I know you're okay. I know you were okay then. It just feels so real each time."

Steve sat up behind her, resting his hand on her back and gently rubbing it, "Don't feel silly. They'll go away eventually, and until they do you can wake me up anytime you need to." He gently kissed her shoulder, "I'm sorry I wasn't home when you fell asleep." They had noticed though not acknowledged, that she didn't have the nightmares on nights he was there when she fell asleep.

She turned around her patent smile on her face, wrapping her legs around his waist and cupping his face in her hands she asked, "Why, Commander McGarrett, did you just apologize?"

He wrapped his arms around her waist, his hands still rubbing gentle circles on her back and smirked at her, "To you, Lt. Rollins, always."

She laughed and then leaned down to kiss him. Her lips against his were slow but intense, their feelings for each other acknowledged only in the physical. "I've missed you," she whispered into his ear.

Steve felt himself smile. He flipped her over onto her back, "Oh yeah? Did you miss this?" He kissed the side of her neck.

She smiled, "Uh huh."

"How 'bout this?" He moved to her collarbone as he started to lift her shirt up.

"Uh huh," her fingers dug gently into his back as heat washed through her.

"How 'bout this?" He asked as he trailed kisses up her now bare stomach.

"Definitely," she moaned.

Catherine couldn't see the gleam in his eyes when he said, "What about this?!" and tickled her sides with the hands he had had wrapped around her waist.

She laughed, squirming and trying to push him away, the laughter releasing the last of the remaining turmoil from her nightmare. "Stop!" she laughed, "Steve!" When he didn't slow she fought fire with fire and found the spot right above his knee that was his weak spot.

"Truce! Truce!" He laughed releasing her. They both flopped onto their back, breathing hard from the laughing. After a moment he turned his head to look at her, "Cath?"

She turned her head towards him but kept her eyes closed, "Hmm?"

"I've missed you, too."

She opened her eyes to find him staring intently at her. "Cath," he started to say but she cut him off, rolling on top of him. "Shh," she whispered, kissing him. "The time I get with you is worth it, and my job is just as demanding. It's just you and me." Her smile was devilish and she added, "Let's act accordingly."

He grinned back at her, glad they both had tomorrow off.


It was not that much later than Steve normally woke when his eyes drifted open. He smiled when he saw Catherine sleeping peacefully next to him, her face towards him. A piece of her dark hair had fallen across her cheek, and he gently pushed it behind her ear, she moved into his touch, but didn't wake.

He was relieved and happy to see her sleeping so peacefully. He wished he could make the nightmares go away. In some ways he was touched seeing how much she cared about him. He knew she did, but they never talked about it, and yet he hated seeing her go through the nightmares, knowing from experience what it could do to a person. He'd had similar nightmares about her once. She was deployed on the Enterprise at the time, and he had become so doubly surly to the point that Danny had just about disowned him. He had finally calmed down when he got a hold of her. He had called pleading a favor so ridiculous that he knew she had seen right through it, but she had played along, even securing a dinner promise from him when she returned.

The conversation had been short, but he had felt better for it. He turned his attention back to Catherine lying next to him. He was so happy to have her here with him. They had spent too much time apart in the past. Suddenly he remembered the morning his mother had snuck back into the house, and Doris had asked Catherine how she liked her eggs and he had done the same.

He had long since discovered how she liked her eggs, having decided that morning that he needed to spend more breakfasts with her. Inspired, he quietly slipped out of bed, being very careful not to wake her, as she needed the sleep. An hour later he was carrying a tray upstairs. He sat down next to her on the bed, hiding the tray from view, and his weight on the bed woke her up. He was next to her on the bed so he was the first thing she saw when she opened her eyes, "Good morning, Commander."

He leaned down and kissed her, "I have something for you, Lt." He picked up the tray and showed it to her, "Breakfast in bed!"

Catherine could barely believe her eyes, and she sat up in bed, smiling at him she teased, "Is it Valentine's Day? Because this is way better than chocolates!"

He laughed, "I thought you loved chocolates!"

This time she laughed, "I do love chocolates." She leaned over and kissed him, "This is perfect, Steve. Thank you." She picked up her fork, "So what's the occasion?"

He picked up the other fork, stealing the piece of sausage she had just cut for herself. "No occasion," he popped the sausage in his mouth while Catherine just shook her head ruefully and cut another piece.

"Better be careful, a girl could get spoiled."

This time he stole some eggs, "Don't worry I'm sure some case will come up soon enough and things will be back to normal."

"And you'll find some way to make it up to me, like breakfast in bed." She kissed him again and she said against his lips, "I like our normal."

He kissed her back, "Me too."


A few hours later they were sitting at a table outside Kamekona's Shrimp Truck with the rest of Steve's team. Kono turned to Catherine, who was sitting right next to her, and asked, "We still on for surfing tomorrow morning?"

Catherine nodded, "Definitely. I need it."

Kono looked at her in concern, "Something going on?"

Catherine waved the question away, "No, just haven't been sleeping well, hoping the stress reliever will help."

"Want some extra company?" Chin asked from across the table.

Catherine smiled at him, "The more the merrier." She turned to Danny who was sitting next to Chin, "How about you?"

Danny looked between her and Steve who was sitting at the end of the table next to Catherine, "Is Steve going? Cause I'm not going if he's going. Him and his non-existent surfing etiquette!"

"Oh, come on!" Steve exclaimed. "If they're on the wave they own it!"

"No! No! You can't own a wave!"

As everyone around the table laughed Catherine cut Steve off before the argument continued, "You've got Grace tomorrow don't you, Danny? You should bring her. Kono and I promised her we'd teach her more about surfing."

"Yeah," Kono agreed, "That's true, we did, and Grace would love that."

"That's low, using my daughter against me. Fine! We'll be there."

"Good, it's settled then." Chin said, "We'll all meet tomorrow morning with both Steve and Danny there."

Steve put up his hands in defense, "Hey, I didn't have a problem with it." His phone rang, "McGarrett." As Steve listened into the phone, Catherine felt him put his hand on her back, and then he said, "We're on our way." He hung up the phone and smiled at Catherine, "See, normal."

She laughed, "That's fine. I have stuff to do at home anyway."

He kissed her and she said, "I'll see you bright and early tomorrow morning."

"I'll bring you breakfast." He kissed her again and then turned to Danny, "Danno, I'm driving."

"What about your truck?" Danny protested knowing it was futile.

"Cath drove."

As they walked away Cath heard Danny complain, "Oh, you'll let her drive!"

"Of course I do."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"She's a better driver than you."

Catherine laughed and shook her head in amusement as she stood up from the table and headed towards her car. She'd been spending so much time at Steve's the past week she'd been letting things slip at her house. Like laundry, she was going to put fresh sheets on her bed. She would miss sleeping next to Steve, but was happy to be sleeping in her own bed.

She was nearing her car still thinking about what she wanted to get done when someone grabbed her from behind. Her training kicked in immediately and she managed to get free, fighting off her attacker, but dropped her purse, her cell phone sliding under a nearby car.

She had just landed a kick that sent her attacker flying backwards, when another one came up distracting her long enough for the first attacker to recover and hit her with a taser. Catherine slumped, the taser knocking her unconscious, and her attackers caught her before she hit the cement. They threw her into the trunk of a grey Ford sedan, and then sped out of the parking lot leaving behind her purse and cell phone.