Reason 5
Don't expect them to call (or even knock) first. They just show up. It's kinda their thing.
Danny sauntered out of his bathroom, towel wrapped tightly around his waist. He didn't wrap that towel so tightly around his waist because he was modest. Oh, hell, no, not while home alone. In fact, if Danny had a little more confidence in the blinds covering his windows, he'd be nude all the time. When home alone. Which he used to be a lot. But which he rarely was anymore. If ever.
Hm.
Nope, it was out of no kind of concern over a few moments of nudity that made him use the towel.
He walked into the studio part of his apartment and smiled. That was why he always had the towel tightly wrapped around his waist when he emerged from the bathroom every morning. Because here, like this, even on his days off, his partner stood with his back against Danny's front door with his hands stuffed in his pockets.
And when Danny and his towel came into view, Steve always flashed him a brilliant smile, like he was never so happy to see anyone in his whole life. Danny shook his head and clucked his tongue as he headed back to the bathroom where, he noticed, he'd started stacking his folded clothing atop the toilet tank. Because since Danny was never alone in the mornings anymore, even on his days off, he couldn't dress near his foldout couch like he used to.
Maybe one of these days he'd have to ask if Steve could maybe knock once in a while.
But then, Danny reasoned, Steve might start making him do the same thing.
Author's Note: Tiny spoilers for Season 1 finale in this one.
Reason 6
After it's done, they leave quietly, purposely NOT talking about "how they feel about what just happened." Besides, they're already thinking about their NEXT mission.
Danny was very well aware of the fact that his jaw was currently seated on his chest.
He was also very well aware of the fact that Rachel's perfectly plucked eyebrow was arched in what she would term 'a most unbecoming manner.'
And, Detective Daniel Williams was equally aware of the fact that his partner was already sitting in the driver's seat of the Camaro, with the engine already purring.
What he wasn't altogether aware of here, was what had just happened.
Well, he wasn't an imbecile; he knew precisely what had happened.
Sort of.
The case had been going badly.
Danny had been giving Steve more shit than usual, and he was well aware of that, because he was a totally self-aware guy, okay?
As always, there were reasons Danny was giving shit, and reasons for him giving Steve even more shit today.
Thanks for asking, yes, because Danny is perfectly happy to tell you of those extra reasons today.
Because Steve had, and not just once. Not even twice. Not even three times. But four times...four times over the course of trying to get a solid lead on their case today, Steve had completely and totally ditched him.
As in, taken off in Danny`s car. Alone. On his own. Leaving Danny...oh, you want the list of places Danny got left today? Sure, okay, that can be done.
The first time: Danny got left at HQ. Not really too big a deal except Steve conveniently forgot to mention to his partner that a) he was leaving, and b) he was using Danny's vehicle to do so.
The second time: Danny got left at Honolulu International Airport. Also not necessarily altogether a very bad thing, because of course there are tons of cabs and being from Jersey, Danny can hail a cab with the best of them. No, it was a big deal only because Steve had left Danny talking with a flight attendant at the gate of a flight that was nearly ready to depart. And Steve, once again, conveniently forgot to mention to his partner that a) he was leaving, and b) he was using Danny's vehicle to do so.
The third time: Danny got left at the La Mariana Sailing Club. That was a little bit bigger of a deal, because there wasn't anyone there who looked at all interested in giving a cop a ride back to HQ because a) his partner had forgotten to tell him he was leaving, and b) his partner had used Danny's vehicle to do so.
Yeah.
So by the time Steve finally came back to get him an hour later, Danny was, quite understandably, royally pissed off.
And now here they were at the fourth time. The fourth time in which, as Danny heard the wheels of his vehicle peal out of the driveway, Steven J. McGarrett left him without telling him, and used Danny's vehicle to do so.
But the shit of it was, he couldn't bring himself to find any anger within his mind or vaulting from his mouth like little tiny Olympic champions because this right here? This was simply too good to be true.
Rachel and Grace weren't in New Jersey anymore.
They were here.
They were right here standing in front of him in the same house they'd lived in with Stan, and...Stan was standing right behind them.
And Grace was squealing and had her arms wrapped around Danny's neck.
And Stan's arm was coming around Rachel's waist.
And Rachel was telling him, right there in front of Stan, and right there in front of Grace, that a) it had all been a mistake. That b) she wasn't pregnant. That c) she and Stan were not getting a divorce. That d) she had seen the light.
And e) that the reason all of those things had come to pass, except for b, since really, he couldn't have done anything about that directly himself, but e) the reason all of those things had come to pass was because his partner had left him four times that day. In Danny's car.
Steve had ditched him.
And now Rachel and Grace were back. And they were staying.
And that meant Danny was staying.
And that meant Danny had been right about Steve all along. He was the most insane person Danny had ever known.
And he couldn't have loved him more. Except Steve never stayed around long enough to be told that.
Now part of him was worried. Because Steve had just left him.
Again.
At Step-Stan's.
Without a word.
In Danny's vehicle.
Oh, God.
