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Little Girl Hero
"Oh God! Steve…do that again!"
"Anything… you want… Babe", Steve loved every minute with his girl and when tucked under their bed sheets, their bodies connected in the only way they knew how, it made it even better. Next to spending time with his Daughter, making love with Catherine was the best thing in the world. One of the only people he knew how to be completely himself around.
It had been days since he and Catherine had been able to be like this and he took every second to take his time, holding his woman tightly, caressing her legs, her hips, kissing that spot on her collar bone that she loved so much. He knew how to please her and he was going to make sure he pleased her. Hearing her sigh in ecstasy was one of the best sounds and her could see that she was biting her lower lip to try and stop herself from calling out loudly as he kissed his way from her neck, to her beautiful perfect breasts, down her stomach and ever lower, holding onto her thighs and keeping her pinned to the bed as he made love to his girl. Hovering over Catherine, he looked deeply into her chocolate eyes, trying to keep her focused, their breathing out of sync and getting quicker by the second.
"Stay… with me, Cat", Steve lifted his right hand and held it to the side of her delicate face, lowering his head and kissing his woman passionately and feeling lightheaded in an amazing way, losing his breath through kisses, "I…love…you…so…much", he stopped between every word to add more brief kisses down her neck and jerked in surprise when Catherine's arms wrapped around him again and pulled her down closer to him, their sweaty bodies clinging to each other and Catherine reached to kiss him even more passionately than before.
"I love…. You…too", Catherine said breathlessly, running her hands through Steve's raven hair and pulling his head closer to her face, kissing him with hunger, love and passion, the heat between them growing, Steve catching Catherine's long dark hair between his masculine fingers as he kissed his girl deeply…..
The whole time little four year old Amelia had been asleep in her comfortable bed cuddled up tightly with her favourite teddy bear. She had been put to bed earlier that night after developing a fever and burning up, her cheeks rosy and with a small sweat breaking out on her forehead. Little Amelia was sick and Steve and Catherine wrapped her up tightly with as many blankets around her as possible to help her sweat out her fever as she slept. Both Catherine and Steve felt horrible that their baby girl had to be sick and if she wasn't any better by the morning then they would take her to a Doctor at the Tripler medical centre, they hoped it wasn't any more serious than a stomach bug.
The fever developing in Amelia's little body left her with a very upsetting nightmare as she slept deeply, her breathing shallow and slow. She was frightened by the bad man that she heard Daddy talking about with Mommy, eavesdropping when she wasn't supposed to, listening to the adults talking, dreaming that she couldn't find her Mommy and Daddy and that there was a bad man after her too with nobody to protect her, not even her favourite Danno. Amelia hadn't experienced a nightmare quite like this before and it seemed like she couldn't wake up, the goodness seemed so far away, Mommy and Daddy seemed miles away, even though they were next door to her own little pink bedroom.
Suddenly Amelia's hazel eyes were wide, waking herself from her nightmare that she willed herself from and she started to cry quietly, salty tears running down her innocent and flushed face, feeling hot, constricted and sticky. She wished Mommy and Daddy were there to hug her and tell her everything was okay, waking up in the dark hadn't made anything any better for the little girl.
"Daddy….?" She asked out to the darkness of her bedroom, calling out for him and didn't receive an answer, "Mommy…?" No answer.
Amelia decided that she was going to be brave and she had to find Mommy and Daddy on her own and wriggling from her array of blankets she started to cough and sniffle, the flu catching up with her. She felt sore and stiff but nothing was going to stop that little girl from finding her Mommy and Daddy.
Tip-toeing across her bedroom, feeling a little dizzy and lightheaded she wanted to know that her Mommy and Daddy were next door to her bedroom and that they hadn't been hurt by the bad man in her nightmare. Reaching her door that had been half way closed she grabbed delicately onto the side of it and pushed it opened further and ventured out into the hallway and could hear somebody, she wasn't sure who but it sounded strange to her. Blinking her tired bleary eyes, she rubbed them with her fists and walked over to her Mommy and Daddy's closed bedroom door and gave it a little nudge. It didn't move. That was odd. She gave the door another little push. It didn't move. It was then she heard what she thought was somebody crying, calling out loudly or screaming quietly, she wasn't sure! It was a very peculiar situation and she hadn't heard this before, trying to figure out what it was from behind the closed door. She knew it had to be Mommy when she heard her call out her Daddy's name. Maybe Mommy was in trouble too! Maybe the bad man from her nightmare had come into the house and got into her Mommy and Daddy's bedroom but maybe Mommy had lost Daddy and was calling out for him, trying to find him too!
Uneasy on her little feet, Amelia wobbled slightly from the dizziness that came over her, feeling hot and her breathing was starting to get wheezy. Putting out both hands against the door, Amelia have it another nudge, but harder than before and at last! The door opened! It had unhinged enough to open to a crack and quietly, Amelia stepped into the room, pushing the door open further to allow herself in.
Looking to the bed in at the top in the middle of the room, Amelia could see somebody moving but she was sure what she was looking at and then she heard her Mommy's voice calling out her Daddy's name again.
"Oh God! Steve!" There it was again.
Amelia wished she wasn't sick so she could fight off the man that appeared to be hurting her Mommy. She couldn't seem to get that horrible nightmare from her mind, the feeling of isolation and having no Mommy and Daddy nearby to protect her. Now that she could hear her Mommy in her bed she decided it was time for her to protect Mommy too. She could hear a man's gruff voice too, a voice that sounded breathless, he looked to be wrestling with her Mommy and it frightened Amelia but she took her initiative and ran towards the bed, careful not to trip up on anything that was scattered across the floor.
Jumping up on the bed, Amelia jumped onto the back of the man who she thought was hurting her Mommy only to hear a different kind of scream, a surprised scream.
"Mia!" Catherine yelled in surprise, scrambling to compose herself and holding the bed sheets across her body just as Steve had done.
"Mia, what….? Calm down!" Steve too scrambled from Catherine and pulled the bed sheets across his body, wondering how Amelia could have possibly heard them when they were trying their best to keep quiet, but couldn't help but let out the odd groan or pleasurable sigh a little louder than normal at times. Steve tried to catch his Daughter before she fell from the bed and grabbed onto her little fists as they tried to swing at him.
"You're a bad man, you hurt Mommy!" Amelia was still adamant that this man was the bad man from her dream. The fever was really starting to get to her.
Catherine looked to Steve, a little embarrassed that Amelia had to witness them in the act. She hoped Amelia didn't understand what she had witnessed.
"I didn't hurt your Mommy, Mia, it's Daddy", Steve held onto his girl, holding onto her shoulders and keeping her steady, looking into her glassy eyes.
A little shocked still that her Daughter made her way into the room and into a compromising situation, Catherine was speechless, she didn't quite know what to say but she could see that Amelia didn't look well at all.
"Mia… sweetheart. Mommy's okay", Catherine reached over and held her hand over Amelia's forehead and could feel how hot she was and then reached over to turn her bedside light on, the room filled with a dull yellowness, "Steve, she's really burning up. I don't like this… she's delusional".
Catherine pulled Amelia gently into her arms, trying to keep the sheets up across her naked body, a little deflated that her time with Steve had been cut short. She watched while Steve held the bed sheets across the bottom half of his body, leaned over the bed and searched for his shorts that had been tossed on the floor in their moment of passion and tried to get them back on under the sheets.
"But there was a bad man", Amelia tried to use her excuses but she was becoming tired, her eyes closing slowly and snapping them back open to look at her Mommy who looked worried. She quickly looked into her Daddy's eyes when she was passed over to him while her Mommy then scrambled to find her clothes that were left on the bedroom floor, putting her shorts and shirt back on.
"There's no bad man, you're okay, Mia, you're safe", Steve tried to soothe his little girl but it seemed that she wasn't aware of her surroundings, her cheeks flushed and her forehead was sweating. Steve knew this had to be bad virus and looked to his bedside clock, 11:48pm.
"We should take her to the hospital, Steve", Catherine added, watching Amelia carefully.
"Or I could call Max?" Steve asked, knowing that he would trust that man better than some strange Doctor at the hospital.
"Steve, we don't really need to bother Max at this time of night…."
"Trust me, we won't be bothering him, the guy stays up all night half the time. He's helped us out a lot with cases much later than this".
"Okay… if you think we won't be bothering him", Catherine admitted defeat and took Amelia back from Steve and held her in her arms, tucking her hair behind her ears and willing her back to sleep, "I haven't seen her sick like this before, Steve", Catherine said, leaning her head down and listening to Amelia's breathing, it was shallow and her breath was hotter than normal. She watched Steve looking up Max's number on his phone and dialling.
"Max, hey… could come down to check on Mia…we think she's really sick".
"You Daughter is sick, Commander? What are her symptoms?"
Steve looked to Catherine and then to Amelia who was lying lazily in her Mother's arms.
"She has a fever, she's really hot…eh… she's quite limp but I'm not sure, she has glassy eyes. I think her breathing's not as it should be too".
"Anything else, Commander?"
"Well, she… I don't know, it'll sound ridiculous, but we think she's hallucinating, she just tried to attack me a minute ago; calling me a bad man that she thinks was trying to hurt Cath".
"Thank you, Steven. I'll be over as soon as possible".
It wasn't long until Max had arrived at the McGarrett home, carrying a small black briefcase with him, knocking on the front door politely. By the time Max has arrived both Steve and Catherine had managed to compose themselves and get properly dressed. Steve had carried Amelia down to the livingroom and placed her gently onto the couch, a pillow under her head. Steve hoped that Max knew what was wrong with Amelia and knew how to fix it. His little girl is usually full of life and energy and she was lying on the couch now, barely moving with a fever that would top most of them. She hadn't said anything in almost fifteen minutes which was unusual too, always the chatter box.
"Thank you for coming, Max", Steve said quietly as to not disturb Amelia, opening the door and allowing Max inside.
"Not at all, Commander. Anything for Amelia… where is she, may I ask?"
"She's over here, Max", Catherine called, waving him over while she sat beside Mia, stroking her hair softly.
Walking over beside the couch, Max put down his briefcase and knelt down and reached out for Amelia who turned to look at him with a sad expression on her pretty face.
"Miss Amelia, I can see you are not feeling very well?"
Max went into his briefcase and took out an electronic ear thermometer and carefully took Amelia's temperature to assess the extent of her fever.
"102.3 degrees", he concluded, settling the thermometer down and he smiled cheerfully at Amelia while she longingly looked at him and then started coughing, a hearty hoarse cough and pushing herself up on the pillow, "I suspect the flu, I suggest putting Miss Amelia back into her bed and covering her up, allow her to sweat out the virus".
"You think it's just the flu?" Catherine asked, worried about her little girl.
"Yes, certainly. She had the classic symptoms and judging by the fever she should recover in a few days time. Perhaps you could try some children's Tylenol".
"We'll try that, we have some in the bathroom, thank you, Max", Steve was grateful that it wasn't any more serious than the flu.
"I do hope you feel better, Miss Amelia, but I must be going, there's "The Fly" marathon starting promptly", Max smiled and packed up his things and headed towards the door with Steve following close behind who opened the door for him.
"Thanks again for coming, Max. It's not every day my Daughter tries to attack me", Steve gave a little laugh, thinking of the nonsense that goes on inside the house at times, things you can laugh about afterwards.
"I can imagine that. Please contact me again if she does not recover after three days".
"Will do, Max. Thanks".
"Not a problem, goodbye, Commander".
"Bye Max".
With a goodbye and a brisk wave of his hand, Steve closed the door over and locked it with the keys again.
"Help me get her back to bed?" Catherine asked while trying to scoop a limp over heating little girl into her arms.
"Mommy…can I get a drink?" Amelia's little voice chirped up, opening her tired eyes further.
"Of course, Sweetheart. How about Daddy takes you to bed and I'll fill your special cup with some water?" Catherine handed Amelia gently over to Steve who held her tightly in his strong arms.
Steve carefully carried Amelia upstairs to the hallway and then into her bedroom where he placed her into her bed, handed her one of her teddy bears and covered her up with her blankets and Catherine came wandering in with Amelia's drink in her favourite purple cup with her name on it.
"Here you are, just take a small drink", Catherine handed Amelia her water and she took a small sip and handed the cup back where Catherine placed it onto her bedside table.
"Time to go back to sleep now, you'll feel better in the morning and we'll sort things out then", Steve kissed the top of his Daughter's head and helped her to lie down, covered her up and smiled at Catherine.
It wasn't long until Steve and Catherine were back in their own bed and Steve turned to look at the time 12:58am and turned to look at Catherine, she was so sexy and beautiful, "Want to pick up where we left off?" he asked playfully, looking at Catherine longingly and placing his hand on her thigh.
"I think we've had more than enough for tonight. You really want Mia to come in and attack you again?" Cath smiled and gave a small laugh.
"I guess you're right", Steve admitted defeat and reached over to turn the bedside light off and held out his arms for his woman.
Catherine quickly snuggled up into Steve's arms and chastely kissed him on the lips. Both Steve and Cath closed their eyes and willed sleep upon them, knowing that they would have their hands full soon with their sick little girl.
