Wouldn't Have Happened in Jersey.

Disclaimer: Don't own H50. How different things would be...

A/N: Thanks so much to everyone who reviewed the first chapter, it means a lot. X

Steve was going insane. A month. A whole fucking month of nothing but brief glimpses of ink. Danny's day to day wearing of shirts and ties meant there wasn't much opportunity to see it anyway but lately Danny had been even more insistent about not showing any skin. It was clear enough to Steve that Danny had serious post tattoo regrets and even more obvious he didn't want anyone to see it, ever, last time Steve stopped by Danny was wearing a T shirt to go swimming with Grace! Even Danny wasn't usually that crazy. There weren't even any good, distracting cases. Steve had never wished for terrorists before now but they were starting to sound like good distraction.

Steve grinned to himself slightly. The only good thing to come out of this was Danny's reaction every time anyone mentioned the words tattoo or ink. First he would get fidgety and his right eye would twitch, then he would try desperately to change the subject before finally storming out the room. Steve took great pleasure in bringing the subject up as often as possible, especially in the Camaro.

So, yes. Steve was going crazy, absolutely frigging insane. So crazy that when he went into his office and saw Danny asleep on his couch he figured that he might as well go for it. He edged towards Danny slowly. His breathing was slow and regular and his eyes were closed and still. He was definitely asleep and, given that Steve had been on a stake out with Danny, he knew it took something not much short of a small earthquake to wake him up.

Once Steve was knelt by Danny's side he took a deep breath before gently tugging Danny's shirt out of his pants. Danny yawned and mumbled and Steve had to grin because, come on, the man couldn't even stop talking in his sleep. He hooked a finger into Danny's belt loop and pulled down gently.

Psycho Killer
Qu'est-ce que c'est
fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa far better
Run run run run run run run away

Steve jumped as Danny's phone started ringing.

"Steve? What are you doing?" Steve panicked looking down at his hand that was still on Danny's hip.

"Uh, I was trying to get to your phone before it woke you up."

"O...Kay." Danny eyed him for a moment. "Well, you failed."

"Thank you captain obvious. Have you ever thought about being a detective?"

"Hil-fucking-larious Steve."

"Thank you." Steve grinned giving a mock bow. Danny pulled out his phone.

"Rachel. Probably about my next weekend with Gracie." Steve nodded. She phoned this kind of time almost every week trying to change their arrangements.

"Love the new ringtone by the way."

"I thought it was pretty good." Danny smirked.

"I'll leave you to call her back."

"Thanks super SEAL." Danny flashed him a grin before turning and grumbling at his phone.

Steve walked quickly out of his office and into the bathroom slamming the door with a little more force than was strictly necessary. So close. He'd been so damned close. He had never hated Rachel more than he did right now. His phone vibrated in his pocket and he yanked it out. "Kono?"

"Boss? You ok?"

"I'm fine."

"Ok, well, you need to get back here right now, we have a case."

TBC

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