A/N: Thank you for reading my story! I do apologize for any medical inaccuracies, I'm not in the medical field, but what I wrote seemed plausible enough.
Christine enjoyed being a nurse, she really did. There was something so viscerally satisfying about watching someone get better, and knowing you had a direct impact on the healing process. However, crazy shifts lacked her fondness. Melinda, the newest nurse on staff, only made things worse with her incessant chatter about nothing important.
The hospital wasn't busy at 3am, but business was steady enough. There'd been a firefight between police and suspects, so a few from each camp had come in. All had relatively minor injuries, but all needed tending to just the same.
"Who is that?" Melinda wondered aloud.
Christine glanced up and away from her careful typing of care instructions to see Steve McGarret slouching against a wall.
"You mean, tall, dark and handsome? That's Steve McGarret, he's with 5-0."
Melinda said nothing for a few moments more, the soft click of keys all the noise from her. The silence didn't last long.
"Is he single?"
Christine internally rolled her eyes.
"I wouldn't know Melinda. I haven't exactly had the opportunity to find out."
Just then, a blonde man stormed out of the room directly across from Steve.
"I am not staying a moment longer," he declared.
Christine paused her work, leaned over to Melinda, and murmured softly in her ear.
"If you want to see a show, we have front-row seats. This oughta be good."
Steve shoved away from the wall, and crossed his arms. He gave the blonde man an unimpressed look.
"Get your ass back in bed, you're not going anywhere."
The blonde man glared at him.
"I have been here for two hours already, which is in my opinion two hours too long. I didn't even need to come here, because the bullet only grazed me, which could've been repaired at home, for free, with stitches and some whiskey. Now, let me go get my checking out papers from these very nice ladies at the desk, and I'll be on my way."
Steve raised his eyebrows at the blonde.
"Really? The bullet only grazed you. Interesting, considering it wasn't more than an hour ago that you were holding my hand while they extracted a bullet from your arm. Now, you're gonna be fine, but you need some real sleep, considering it's been 26 hours since you last slept. So turn around, lay your ass back in that bed, and close your eyes, or I will force you to lay in that bed, and then I will have the doctors bring me restraints to ensure you don't move for at least the next six hours."
The blonde man had no visible reaction to Steve's words, staring at him impassively.
"You're a real son of a bitch, you know that?"
Steve merely shrugged.
"I've been called worse."
The blonde man sighed, spun on his heel, and went back into the room, though not without protest. Steve shook his head, though he was smiling, and followed him inside, shutting the door softly behind himself.
Christine returned to her work, Melinda following suit.
"Who was that?"
"That was Danny Williams, McGarret's partner. They're practically brothers, they're so close. It's a sure thing that whenever one comes in, the other is either right there with him, or not far behind."
"Wow."
Melinda smothered the pang of jealously she felt, and wondered if she'd ever have that sort of relationship. She prayed for it to be a yes, but still felt pangs of doubt. At least they had found their milimili.
