Here's the next chapter! Thank you guys so much for the amazing feedback, especially since I've never written anything but supernatural before—I honestly didn't think I'd love another show as much as I love spn but I love Hawaii five-0 with all of my heart.

Sunday:

Sunlight peaked in through the bedroom window and cut across the bedroom, it striped across his chest and into his eyes, but he was already awake. His internal clock had been set to 6:00 am sharp for as long as he could remember.

He didn't mind though, he'd always loved Sunday mornings.

The past two Sundays had been better than average because Danny was staying with him, and this time Gracie was there too. Unlike Steve they were probably still asleep, so he decided to go back to sleep too. It wasn't often that he took a day off from his every day swim and run. His mind slipped back into unconsciousness rather quickly.

-x-

"Uncle Steveeeeee, Uncle Steve wake up."

He cracked an eye open and slowly his bedroom ceiling came into focus. Looking to his alarm clock the time said 8:30 am, he'd slept another two and a half hours.

Rubbing his eyes with the backs of his hands he grumbled, "Huh?"

Grace Williams was smiling at him, sitting on his bed in one of her Dad's Newark PD t-shirts and some pajama pants that had fish on them.

"Come on Uncle Steve, Danno's making breakfast!"

Steve sat up and leaned on the headboard, "He is?" Grace nodded, "Okay give me a second, alright Gracie?"

He climbed out of bed and grabbed his sweat pants on the way to the bathroom. When he walked back into his bedroom Grace was still sitting on his bed. The little girl was chewing on her lip and looking at Steve like she wanted to tell him something.

"Somethin on your mind Grace Face?"

"Why is Danno sleeping on the couch?"

Steve put on some deodorant but didn't bother with a shirt or socks. He sat down on the edge of the bed next to Grace, "Because your dad is a giant stubborn goofball that says he doesn't need to sleep in my old room."

Grace furrowed her eyebrows, "Why would he sleep in your old room when he could just sleep in here with you?"

Suddenly, Steve stopped breathing, he'd choked on the air that was supposed to be making its way to his lungs. Why would Grace ask him that?

"Why would Danno sleep in here with me?" Steve asked.

Grace shrugged, "I dunno, grown-ups who love each other always sleep in the same bed, right? My mom and Step Stan do."

"Well you're right, but Danno and I don't love each other that way Grace, we love each other like Ohana but not in a romantic way."

Grace frowned at him and then she seemed to realize something, and she grinned at him—she looked just like Danny when he was making fun of Steve.

"Okay, Uncle Steve."

Was that, sarcasm that Steve was hearing? Before he could say anything else, Grace grabbed his hand and started yanking him out of the bedroom, "You're right Uncle Steve, that was a silly question. Let's go eat some breakfast, come on."

She tugged on his hand some more and he let her drag him into the hallway and down the stairs.

The smell that wafted into Steve's nose was the most heavenly smell that Steve had ever smelled. Bacon, and—

"G'morning Steven, hope you like pancakes."

Danny was standing in Steve's kitchen, in sweats and a white t-shirt, and what looked to be an apron. The shorter detective had a hand towel slung across his right shoulder and a spatula in his hand.

"Are you wearing an apron?"

Danny glared at him, "Yes Steve, I am wearing an apron because despite the fact that I am a good cook I am also a messy cook and I'd rather not get pancake batter on my clothes."

The sun was coming in through the sliding door and it lit up the entire kitchen. Danny's hair matched the sunbeams hitting the wooden cabinets and Gracie was now sitting at the island stuffing her face with pancakes. She smiled at him with her cheeks full and Danny laughed.

Steve didn't hear Danny laugh as often as he'd like to. It was a magical sound and Danny's smile filled him with so much joy.

"Sit down you shirtless Neanderthal and eat some breakfast, would yah?"

Steve obeyed Danny obediently and sat next to Grace before accepting a plate of pancakes and bacon.

He couldn't help the groan that erupted from his throat when he took a bite of his breakfast and Grace looked at him like he had three heads, "Danny, these are amazing."

Danny grinned, "Of course they are."

"Danno makes the best banana pancakes in the world." Grace added, and Steve nodded smiling down at her.

Danny sat down across from them and together they ate breakfast, the sound of the ocean and the birds drifted in through an open window. Steve's kitchen hadn't been so full of life since he was a kid and it was wonderful.

As usual, Danny couldn't get himself to shut up, he was always ranting about something and this morning it was one of his familiar tirades about how much he disliked pineapples. Steve was sure it was all to make Grace giggle, which she was doing religiously.

The domesticity of the morning really got to Steve, he enjoyed it, and he found himself thinking about what it would be like when Danny finally found an apartment and he and Gracie would leave. It made Steve sad, he liked having them here.

He liked waking up to find Danny in the kitchen. You'd think as best friends who work with each other every day that they'd get tired of one another, but they didn't…well at least Steve didn't. He could spend every waking moment with Danny and be completely happy.

"What're you smiling at?"

Steve looked up from his empty plate to Danny, "What?"

"Are you deaf?" Danny asked, "I asked what you were smiling at. You're sittin over there lookin all goofy."

"I am?"

Danny nodded, grabbed their plates, and brought them to the sink. Grace giggled, and Steve looked down at the little girl and she winked at him. Gracie winked at him.

"Well?"

He looked back to Danny, "Uh, I dunno. It's just nice having you guys here, especially when I get delicious pancakes."

Steve gave Danny a grin to try and take the serious edge out of his voice. He hadn't meant to sound so sincere but the honesty that they'd partaken in the night before was enough for both of them, at least for a little while.

"Oh, I see," his partner rolled his eyes, "That's all I'm good for, feeding you. You see this Monkey? He's using us. My cooking skills and your magic Monkey hugs."

Steve raised his hands, "You got me," he stood from his seat, "I'm using the Williams'."

He then picked Grace up out of her seat and she yelped loudly. He held her in the air and squeezed her tight, so she couldn't move.

"I'm sorry," Steve said grinning, "I couldn't stop myself, I needed a magic Monkey hug!"

"Uncle Steve!" she giggled, "Put me down!"

"I can't," Steve shrugged, he squeezed her again, "My arms, they're stuck! I can't let go!"

He looked up to see Danny smiling at him and it hit Steve like a ton of bricks. Danny wasn't just smiling a regular smile, he was smiling at Steve like Steve was the source of all of his happiness and it was doing something weird to him. He felt strange he had…butterflies? Is that what this feeling was called?

"Uncle Steve," Grace said looking up at him, "I can't feel my feet."

Danny chuckled, and Steve put her down, "Sorry Grace Face."

"Come help me with the dishes you animal."

Grace sat on the counter next to the sink while Danny washed, and Steve dried before putting the dishes away. Steve had never really enjoyed cleaning but in this moment, it wasn't so bad, it was actually enjoyable. Grace was smiling and talking to them about school and surfing, Steve and Danny were bantering back and forth like usual, and no one was getting shot at.

Danny's phone rang, and they looked at one another, afraid it was a case. Case's on Sundays were the worst. When Danny came back in the kitchen from answering it however, he was smiling.

"Hey Monkey, how do you feel about surfing with Auntie Kono today?"

Grace's face lit up like a firefly and she nodded, "Yeah! You and Uncle Steve are gonna surf too right?"

Steve grinned, "Of course Gracie, I'll get Danno into the water, no worries.

-x-

Steve never got tired of the ocean and they'd been in the water for hours. He'd gotten Danny to ride a couple waves with him before Grace stole him away and made him ride about a million with her. Steve and Kono floated on their boards farther out to keep out of their way.

The small waves were perfect for Grace to practice on and Kono had taught Danny enough so that he could help Grace. It was sweet to watch.

"Hows'it with those two?" Kono asked, "Having them stay with you, I mean."

He grinned, "It's great, I love having Gracie, I set up Mary's old room for her, so she'd feel a little more at home and uh, Danny made breakfast this morning."

"Awwww, you guys are so domestic!"

Steve shrugged, swirling his feet in the water so he was pointed towards her, his hands rested on his bored. His chest was almost dry because he'd been sitting up in the sun, "So what?"

Kono smirked, "It's sweet, that's all. You're like a cute little family over there in the McGarrett house."

Steve looked to where Danny dramatically fell into the incoming wave when Grace pushed him aside. They were laughing, and he couldn't not smile as he watched them. He didn't even realize he was doing it when he let out a long sigh.

"Brah," Kono interrupted his thoughts.

"Sorry, huh?" Kono lifted a single eyebrow at him, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"ke aloha?"

"What?" Steve asked incredulously, "First Gracie and now you?"

Kono snorted, "Grace asked if you were in love with Danny?"

Steve looked down at his hands and rubbed some drops of ocean water into his board, "Something to that affect, yes."

"Oh my god," she splashed him, "Are you serious?!"

Steve lifted his arm to shield the small blow and splashed her back, "What?"

"Steve, if Gracie is asking you that then maybe you should take a minute to reevaluate your feelings. Kids see the truth in everything, brah."

"Seriously, Kono?" Steve asked, "Danny and I are just friends. Sure, I love spending time with Danny, he's my best friend—"

"Best friends are the best lovers," she winked, "You're telling me that you've never thought of Danny that way? Ever?"

They'd floated out farther then where they'd posted up and paddled closer to where Danny and Grace were. Steve thought while his arms worked to bring him closer the Williams'. Danny was an attractive man, and despite how much he irked the shit out of Steve a lot of the time with his anxiety and his rants and his paranoid, pessimistic thoughts, he was a kind, funny, and loving person.

Maybe there were a lot of times where they stared at one another for too long, or they touched each other for no real reason, or they were standing too close to one another without worrying about the other's personal space.

Maybe Steve looked at Danny all the time. Maybe Steve appreciated the way Danny looked in his fitted dress pants and his tac vest, and maybe he loved the way Danny's hair was the color of the sun, and the way the Jersey native waved his hands wildly when he was talking, and the way he was passionate about everything he did.

"Steve?" Kono asked, when they stopped paddling, "You with me?"

"Uh, yeah. Sorry, I just uh—"

"You were thinking of Danny in that way," she grinned.

"Shut up," he splashed her again.

"Hey!" someone shouted at them.

They looked up to Danny waving his arms at them, "Get over here, you two!"

Kono and Steve paddled over to them and when the water started to get shallow he stood and waded to Danny and Grace, dragging his board behind him.

"Come play with this Sea-Monkey," Danny said splashing Grace a little, "If I stay in this godforsaken salt water any longer I'm gonna shrivel up and die."

Kono rolled her eyes, "Its good for you brah!"

"I'm sorry but I prefer to be on dry land," Danny chuckled.

Steve splashed him.

"Excuse me," Danny turned towards him, "Did you not just hear what I said?"

"I heard you," he shrugged, "I just think you're full of it. You love the ocean, and you don't wanna admit it."

Danny raised his eyebrows, "You are an animal, and you cannot force your island ways on me. The only shore I will love is the one in Jersey, capisce?"

"No," Steve shrugged.

"No? What do you mea—" Steve grabbed Danny around the torso and tossed him into the incoming wave behind them. Danny was short, but he was stalky and solid muscle, but Steve was able to use the water to his advantage and throw his partner into the ocean.

Danny popped up out of some sea foam, pushed his hair back and rubbed his hands down his face, wiping the ocean water from his eyes.

"What the hell is the matter with you?"

Steve was too busy laughing with Kono and Grace to answer him. Then he was underwater, a hand pushing him into the waves. Danny had grabbed his elbow with one hand, placed his other hand on Steve's chest, then swept a foot under Steve's ankles and plummeted his friend into the water.

When Steve sat up in the shallows and looked around Danny pointed at him, "You deserved that, you Neanderthal."

Danny was smiling, and Steve grinned up at him.

"Uncle Steve will you throw me?" Grace asked doggy paddling over to where he was sitting in the surf.

"Sure thing, Gracie," like Danny, and most anyone else who loved Grace, he couldn't say no.

Grace took Steve's hand and then Danny's and pulled them both out to deeper waters. Steve looked up to see Danny smiling at him over Grace's head. Steve grinned back, meeting Danny's eyes and he blushed. Steve fucking blushed and Danny just smiled wider at him. He didn't know if Danny's reaction was because he saw the blush or if he was just happy, or both. Either way Steve didn't really care, he was just glad to be there with them, with him.

-x-

The group met Chin at Kamekona's shrimp truck for lunch before going their separate ways. When they got home, Grace called Rachel on the phone and Steve went up to his room to change before grabbing his running shoes and a pair of socks.

He sat down on the couch and started putting his sneakers on, "Steve? What're you doing?"

He looked up to see Danny leaning on the doorway between the kitchen and the living room.

"What's it look like I'm doing? I'm going for a run."

Danny furrowed his eyebrows, "Um, why?"

Steve shrugged, "Just feel like it."

In reality, Steve was jittery as all get out. Even though he'd been out at the beach all day, surfing and playing with Grace, he wasn't tired. He was amped up from his talk with Kono and he needed some time to himself to think about things—specifically the confusing feelings he had jumbled around in his head.

Running seemed like the only thing that would give him the solitude to think without making it look like he was brooding. He wasn't brooding, but Danny would think he was brooding and then badger him until Steve's brain was ready to implode.

"Well okay SuperSEAL," Danny said smirking at him, "You go uh, exercise like a weird person and I will make dinner."

"Danny, we just ate lunch."

Danny did not seem confused by this, "Yes Steven, we did, but if I want to make lasagna then I need to go to the store and get the ingredients and then I need to prep everything, and then I will cook it which takes almost an hour on its own. So, you go for your little run and I will make dinner."

Steve chuckled, "Alright Daniel, I'll see you later."

Steve was suddenly overcome with a strangely intense urge to kiss Danny goodbye, and he just barely stopped himself from leaning down and pecking his partner on the cheek.

Danny frowned at him, he must have been making a weird face and unfortunately Danny had always been good at reading his facial expressions, but he didn't say anything about it, "Okay, see you later."

Once Steve had jogged down his road he turned sharply into the woods and sprinted up a trail that hadn't been used by anyone but him in years. As Steve got to a comfortable pace where there was only a slight burn in his lungs and legs his mind began to wander to his conversation with Kono earlier.

Was she right? Was Grace seeing something that he wasn't? He'd had some thoughts about Danny out on the water earlier and the strange thing was that he'd had all of those thoughts before and just never really thought about them this way.

Now that he was analyzing his thoughts he was pretty sure every time he saw Danny walk into work, his first thought was always something akin to Wow, Danny's ass always looks good in those pants. Steve had just always chalked that up to him appreciating another man's physical aspects in a very platonic way, but not only was that complete bullshit it was also something he only did with Danny.

He never looked at Chin and thought, damn Chin, your biceps look good today, no matter how studly his Hawaiian coworker was looking that day.

That was just with Steve dealing with his physical attraction to Danny. Thinking about how Danny had always made him feel? Looking at things the way that Kono and Grace were looking at them cleared things up. It was like up until today Steve had been living in a fog because he didn't want to admit how he was really feeling and now, with a few words from a little girl and a surfer, he could see.

Steve McGarrett was in love with Danny Williams.

He almost stopped running completely. Shit, he was in love with Danny and they were living together.

"Fuck," Steve huffed.

He pulled out his phone and called Kono, he didn't have his Bluetooth so holding his phone as he ran would have to do.

"Steve?"

"Yeah, Kono, hey,"

"Are you running?"

Steve nodded and then rolled his eyes at himself because she couldn't see him, they were on the phone.

"Uh yeah," his breathing was steadier than the average runners, but it was still irregular, "I went for a run because I had to think and I uh, shit Kono, I'm in love with Danny."

"Congrats brah! You are officially the last person to know, aside from Danny obviously."

Steve was closing in on the end of his trail and making his way up a main road, "That's great," sarcasm was dripping from his voice, "What do I do? We're living together!"

"Well, we're all pretty sure that Danny feels the same way about you but maybe feel him out just to make sure? You two flirt with each other mercilessly at work, can't be that hard to do at home."

"We don't flirt," Steve said defiantly.

He heard her snort into the phone, "Uh, yeah you do, brah."

"Whatever," he grunted, he had picked up his pace because he wasn't sure what sure what else to do with himself, "I—What am I—How do I—" he didn't even know how to formulate his question.

"Listen Boss, you just gotta do what feels right. Take things slow at first, feel Danny out, see where the two of you are at and then move on from there. You guys are meant for each other, don't stress too much."

Easier said then done.

When Steve got back to his house he walked in through the back door and toed off his running shoes. Danny and Grace were in the kitchen. Grace was watching as her father chopped vegetables before adding them to the pot that was sitting over a burner on the stove. The entire house smelled delicious.

"It smells great in here," Steve voiced, and Danny and Grace looked up at him.

"And SuperSEAL has returned!" Danny lifted an eyebrow, "You were gone for a while buddy, you run to another island?"

Steve rolled his eyes, "I ran my regular route Danny, six miles isn't that far."

"Six mil—six miles? You are not a car Steven, you're not supposed to travel such distances on foot if you can do so in a vehicle with four wheels."

"I'm sorry that I enjoy exercise, Daniel," Steve grabbed the hand towel on Danny's shoulder and wiped the sweat from his forehead and neck with it.

"Hey! Hey! Are you crazy?" Danny snatched the towel back, "This is for hands! Not your disgusting body fluids! Look at this, it's soiled. Go take a shower, you ape, go!"

Danny twisted the towel and snapped it at Steve until he went up the stairs and Gracie's giggle filled the entire house. Steve cackled all the way up the stairs, he couldn't stop smiling.

-x-

Steve was slumped on the couch with a longboard in one hand while the other rubbed his absurdly full stomach. Danny was coming down the stairs from putting Grace to bed and he grabbed the longboard on the coffee table that Steve had gotten for him.

"What's the matter with you?" Danny asked sitting next to him, "Why do you look like you're in pain?"

Steve glared up at him, "This is your fault. You had to cook the best lasagna I've ever had. It's been two hours and I'm still full."

Danny laughed, "You didn't have to eat three helpings."

He rubbed his stomach again, "Danny, I'm dangerously bloated, look at this! I'm gonna pop."

Danny rolled his eyes and Steve could have sworn his partner's eyes lingered on his bare torso for longer than necessary.

"Shut up," Danny grumbled, "You call that bloated? I'm rounder than you and I've fully digested my meal."

"You shut up," Steve grumbled back, "You look great."

Danny's eyebrows raised, and he grinned, "You think I look great?"

Dammit, now that Steve was aware of his feelings the compliment held so much more then friendship.

"Yeah Danno," Steve blushed, and he looked away and at the tv, but Danny prodded him in the ribs with a finger, "What?"

Danny practically giggled, "You think I look great."

"Will you hush?" Steve playfully glared at the blonde man next to him, "I'm not saying nice things anymore if they're gonna go to your head."

Danny held his hands up in mock defense, "Alright, alright."

The smaller man leaned back into the couch next to Steve and took a swig from his beer. Steve peaked at him in his peripheral vision, Danny had directed his eyes to the old hockey game on the tv.

"Today was, uh, really great," he ventured, taking a sip of his own beer.

A smile spread onto Danny's face, "Yeah it was," he looked over at Steve, their eyes locked, "It was."

Steve smiled back, softly, and took a chance. Danny had held his hand the night before and Steve knew it was a gesture of appreciation, but he thought he'd take the risk anyways. He reached out his free hand and snagged Danny's, intertwining their fingers like his friend had the night before.

Danny didn't say anything, he just smiled a little more, before turning his attention back towards the tv. And they sat there just like they had every other night Danny had been staying and they watched tv and drank beer only this time their hands were clasped together.

When Steve got up to go to bed he didn't let go of Danny's hand when he stood.

"Goodnight Danno," Steve's gaze met Danny's and he squeezed Danny's hand.

Danny squeezed back, "Goodnight Steve."

He let go and walked up the stairs. He could feel Danny's eyes on his back as he left the living room and his hand felt cold now that Danny's wasn't holding it.

Steve's bed had never felt empty before tonight and for the first night in ages he wasn't sure if he'd get much sleep.

ANDDDDD Here's the next chapter! I'm trying to switch between Steve and Danny a little, but it'll probably get more jumbled as the story goes on. Read and Review! One Love, Liz.