(At the Airport)
(Emma's P.O.V.)
I was sitting on the bench outside the airport, waiting for Steve to pick me up.
I was looking around, and enjoying the beautiful sunny day.
It has been a while since I've been in Hawaii. Not to mention, a while since I've seen my brother.
I really couldn't wait to see him.
About five minutes went by, when a silver car pulled into the airport, and drove up to me.
Once the car was stopped, the driver door opened, and a person got out.
I instantly recognized him.
"Hey, Emma!" Steve said, smilng at me, as he walked over to me.
"Hey, Steve!" I said, smiling back at him, as I stood up, and gave him a hug.
Steve hugged me back.
"Long time no see." I heard Steve say.
"I know." I said, as we pulled away. "It's been too long."
I then heard someone clear their throat.
I looked behind Steve and saw a man standing by the car.
"Right." Steve said, as if he just remembered that the other person was there. "Emma, this is Danny. He's part of the Five-O team. Danny, this is my little sister, Emma."
"Nice to meet you." Danny said.
"Same here." I said. "Though if you don't mind me asking, why are you wearing that?"
"Excuse me?" Danny asked, as Steve smirked.
"Well, this is Hawaii." I said. "And you're dressed all formal, and serious…..It's giving off the vibe that you're quite strict and suck the fun out of everything."
Steve laughed, as Danny stared at me in disbelief.
"Is that really what my 'vibe' is giving off?" Danny asked.
"Honestly, yes." I said.
"Well, just so you know, I think it's good to dress professionally in this line of work, instead of looking like someone who just came in off the street, and is eventually labeled as a hobo." Danny said.
"Point taken." I said. "But, it's Hawaii. You don't have to dress like that all the time."
Danny looked at Steve.
"She is definitely your sister." Danny said.
"What's that suppose to mean?" I asked.
"It means exactly what I said." Danny said.
"Danny says I'm stubborn and hard headed." Steve said.
"Danny would be correct." I said.
"See!" Danny said, gesturing toward me. "Even your own sister thinks so."
"But I'm not like Steve." I said. "I'm not hard headed."
"But you are stubborn?" Danny asked. "Great. Just what I needed. Another stubborn McGarrett."
Before I could respond, Steve suggested:
"How about I take your luggage and we can get going?"
"Ok." I said.
Then, Steve grabbed both of my suitcases and headed toward the trunk of the car.
I walked over to the car and stood by it, as Danny looked me over.
"You know you're getting in the back, right?" Danny asked me.
"I'm not sitting in the back." I said.
"Ok, look little McGarrett," Danny began. "This is MY car. I already have NO control over it because your 'need -to –be- in -control -at -all -times' Navy SEAL brother drives my car all the time, much to my dismay. And I will not let another McGarrett take over my car by forcing me to sit in the back seat."
"Danny, get in the back seat." I heard Steve say.
Danny looked at Steve and glared at him.
"You've got to be kidding me." Danny said.
A couple seconds went by, then Danny looked at me.
I smiled a little at him.
Not looking too happy, Danny opened the car door, pulled the seat back, and got in the car.
Once the seat was back in place, I got in the car. Closing the door soon after.