AN: Thanks for the reviews! This one is told from Chin ho's POV. I hope you all enjoy it.

Warnings: None

Disclaimer: Not mine.

Beam Me Up Scottie

Lieutenant Chin ho Kelly was a man of composure. He usually looked at the world through shaka tinted glasses. He figured someone had to counter his commander's 'guns blazing' methods or Danny's mercurial nature. It was all good though, because nothing surprised him. At least not until that day.

Chin sat in his office flipping through a magazine featuring motorcycles. He'd finished his report, but he was still on the clock, thus his continued presence. Movement caught his attention. He raised his gaze to see Max striding towards Steve's office with what appeared to be a report in one hand. The hell? That was the third one today. Why not finish them all then bring them up as a stack? Wasn't that logical?

What happened next ruffled even his Zen master feathers. He raised an eyebrow as the spectacle unfolded.

Steve turned in his chair upon Max's entrance leaning back in it, a small sparkle in his eye. Steve purposefully grazed his fingertips over Max's wrist upon taking the proffered report. Max's gave a bashful grin, bowing his head. Steve only gave a charming smirk that was returned by a lopsided smile of warmth from the medical examiner.

Chin ho had to look down at his magazine to keep from gawking at what he'd just witnessed. Wait. What had he just witnessed? Had he just stepped into the Twilight Zone? Were Steve and Max secretly dating? And how in the hell did he miss it?

He shook his head. Maybe he was speculating, but what had just transpired looked beyond friendship. Well, this needed further investigation.

Two days later, Chin parked his motorcycle at HQ, casting a glance to Steve's truck. He entered, quick eyes catching a glimpse of a model Starship Enterprise on the monitor before it abruptly vanished. Since when did Steve like Star Trek? Acting as if he had seen nothing he opened the door.

"Aloha brah," he greeted the younger man serenely.

"Aloha."

He threw a questioning glance to the man when the commander's email inbox popped up. "Checking your email?"

He frowned darkly. "Some dick thought it'd be fun to infest my laptop with viruses. The thing is shot to shit."

Chin ho patted the man's shoulder and went into his office.

Chin ho had forgotten about the spaceship's image until their bi-monthly movie night. He entered Max's apartment, finding that he was the last to arrive. Steve had already claimed his spot on the sofa, Danny on the opposite end, and Kono was studying some of the oddities on the doctor's wall shelves.

He greeted everyone, shedding his leather jacket and hanging it on the rack. He sat on the love seat, placing his movie pick on the coffee table. Soon, Max emerged from the kitchen carrying a tray full of snacks: fondue, tempura, and nachos. Lori trailed behind him with a tray of drinks. His mouth almost watered at the delightful smell. That was the reason he loved when it was Max's turn to host Movie Night: the food.

"Max, this is an awesome Enterprise replica, where did you get it from?" Kono asked, eyeing the polished figurine on the entertainment shelf.

Max distracted with the fondue pot answered without thinking. "A friend gave it to me."

"Really? Because it says ke aloha." She shifted her weight to one leg, a hand on her hip, a grin on her lips.

Danny's brow furrowed in question. "What does ke aloha mean?"

"Beloved," Chin answered, taking a swig of beer. Well, wasn't this an interesting development.

Danny's and Lori's eyes sparkled with interest. "So, okay obviously this person is more than a friend."

"Yeah." Kono leaned against the entertainment center a smug grin on her lips. "So who is he?"

Danny's eyes widened slightly. "Wait. Max, you're gay?"

Kono heaved a sigh. "Yes everyone knows, try to keep up Danny."

The blond nodded a bit vexed at the situation. "Okay, this is news to me. I mean I have no problems with it but I thought someone would tell me these things."

Kono purposefully ignored the blond and advanced on Max. "So, who is he?"

"Is he someone we know?" Lori leaned over. Both women, Danny to a slightly less degree, stared Max down, pressuring him to supply them with the juicy details they sought.

Chin ho watched Steve as the two women interrogated the flustered doctor. He seemed…unconcerned…if one didn't know what to look for. Chin studied the commander secretly, catching the ghost of nervousness in his face. Then he saw it. Max cast a half-second glance to Steve and that was all it took.

"Alright geez guys we came here to watch movies not demand the secrets of Max's love life."

Danny rolled his eyes. "Alright fine o sahib," he gibed sarcastically before stealing a cheese covered pretzel. "Okay, movies out."

Each of them flipped their movies. The list was as follows: The Expendables for Steve, Butch Cassidy and The Sundance Kid for Danny, Star Trek (2009) for Max, Salt for Kono, Million Dollar Baby for Lori, and Pitch Black for Chin.

Danny groaned wearily. "Come on Max I thought we agreed no more Star Trek."

Max canted his head before giving an impish grin. "You specifically stated no more Patrick Stewart. This one had Chris Pine in it."

Danny opened his mouth to speak but found that the medical examiner spoke the truth. The rest of the team chuckled at the blonde's expression. He scoured the rest of the picks. "Million Dollar Baby?" he asked contemplatively. "Isn't that the one where Clint Eastwood's face looks like beef jerky."

The room grew quiet and Lori glowered at him, clearly offended. "What?"

"What the hell Danny? That movie was an Oscar winner."

Danny shrugged carelessly. "So? I didn't say anything against the movie. I said Clint Eastwood's face looked like beef jerky. The guy is fucking Methuselah and he's got the wrinkles to prove it."

"Oh so you've got something against Clint Eastwood."

Chin watched the familiar spectacle with amused eyes. Hell, watching Steve and Danny disagree was almost as good as television. However, he did note the silence that had fallen over Max at their playful banter.

"What? Hell no. Hang 'Em High, Joe Kidd, and Dirty Harry are some of my favorites. But the guy is old. That's all I'm saying." After having stated his case Danny sat back in his seat, arms folded.

They as usual drew straws. Chin won the draw and they with no arguments had to watch Pitch Black. Despite the dim lighting his perceptive brown eyes caught the comforting caress Steve imparted upon Max when the bio-raptors finally revealed themselves.

Yep, he was convinced beyond a shadow of a doubt. Steve McGarrett and Max Bergman were a couple.

And there you have it. Does anybody else agree that Chin Ho is like the coolest cat around? Anyway read and review if you like this chapter.

Ciao ^-*