A/N: I want to thank you all for all the wonderful comments. I promise to keep writing because you want to read them. Thank you so much! Here are the next ten. I find it really funny, sometimes the prompts really get to me and I have to write and write, and other times short and sweet is all that it takes. We have a good mix today. Enjoy!
Prompts 31 to 40
I think the recipe for disaster was written the moment Steve and Danny met in that garage.
Write a recipe for disaster.
Danny looked out at the ocean. In his hands he held an automatic riffle, his body was covered, literally, from head to toe in heavy tactical gear and Steve stood close by dressed the exact same way and shouting orders to the other troops that had gathered around him. Danny sighed to himself as Steve gave one last order to the mob and returned to his partner's side.
"You ready to do this?" Steve asked his adrenaline running rapid already.
"Do I look ready?" Danny asked sarcastically as he looked at himself, "do you honestly think that me, a detective with the Honolulu police department, is ready to run into some moronic, psycho-insane, ex-navy SEALs house, whom we know has been holding several other navy SEALs hostage along with our people, and we know he's heavily armed and has already killed one of your navy buddies. He is also off his schizophrenic meds, off his rocker on Methamphetamines and wanted in three states for the possession of illegally made explosives. So do you really think I could possibly be ready to run in there like a soldier and take this guy out? Reminder; I'm a cop!"
"So are you ready or not?" Steve asked with a roll of his eyes. "Or do you need a minute, cause hell, I can wait but Kono and Chin, two more HPD cops, are trapped in there and we know that Chin is hurt. Should I radio in and see if he can hold on while you powder your nose princess?"
"You know, me plus you equals disaster right?" Danny asked with a glare as he readjusted his weapon.
"Yes, you've been telling me that since the day we met, but we also seem to do well when we need to, so come on. Can we please save our friends now?" Steve asked.
"Yes," Danny sighed, "let's go!"
This prompt was difficult to do because it's not odd to see Steve or Danny in a police car. Technically the Camaro is a police car…
Your friend calls to say she saw you in the back of a police car yesterday. What happened?
"Why were you in the back of a police car yesterday?" Rachel yelled over the phone into her ex-husbands ear. The yelling was so loud that even Steve could hear it from his place behind the wheel of the Camaro.
Danny rolled his eyes, held the phone away from his ear as to not go deaf from the woman's yelling and waiting for her to finish. "It's a long story, no I wasn't in trouble and no I wasn't hurt, neither was Steve. It was just the most convenient way to get back to work." Danny explained. "Had you looked closer you would have seen Steve in the car too, with Duke driving." He added. "There was nothing to panic about."
"Where was your car?" Rachel asked.
"Back at HQ," Danny answered honestly.
"What the hell was it doing there?" Rachel yelled.
"Do you really want to know?" Danny asked and rubbed his temples.
"YES!"
"Well, Steve and I were out for lunch. We walked the two blocks to our favorite sushi place because it was only two blocks away and hell, we had been in the office all day trying to piece together another case while Kono was out at a surfing tournament and Chin had the day off to be with Malia who is going into a three day streak of 18 hour shifts. We though going out for lunch, and walking, would be good for us but when the lunch ended and we were walking out of the restaurant Steve spotted our suspect walking across the street. He ran after the guy when the guy realized Steve was already gaining ground and I called for back up and ran after Steve. Thirteen blocks later, yes thirteen, Steve finally managed to lunge and grabbed the suspect by the pant leg and the guy crashed head first into a dumpster. I nearly died trying to keep up with Steve, so when Duke offered to drive us back to work after the suspect was taken into custody I jumped into the back of the squad car and just let things happen from there." Danny explained in his best ranting tone, "now I have to deal with you yelling at me because you don't know why I was in the back of a police car, when I'm a police officer and its just natural for us to ride around in them, but no, that's not the worst of it, no, no, no, I've also been lectured since the incidence by Steve that I need to work on my endurance…so now I have to run the Honolulu marathon with him in September, because he signed us up without asking me, and I only have three months to get up to the ungodly 26 miles of hell on earth."
"Oh calm down, the thirteen blocks was almost 13 miles on its own." Steve stated from the driver side of the car. "You're halfway there."
"Yes, we are in the car now," Danny huffed into the phone, "and I'll have you know that this car with its lights and sirens, even though it doesn't say police blazoned across it, is in fact a cop car, so I ride in one every day and you don't seem to care…Rachel…Rachel are you still there?" he asked. "She hung up on me!" he stated after the moment of shock wore off.
"Maybe she got tired of listening to you bitch!"
"She called to bitch."
"And you took over the bitching."
"I'll show you bitching, why the hell did you sign me up to run a marathon?"
"Because it's something we could do together, that isn't work, and it's for charity so it will make you and I, Five-O and the governor look really good." Steve smiled. "I already have two pledges for team Five-O from Chin and Kono, and I'm going to get Max when we get to the medical building!"
"I dislike running," Danny said as he took a couple of deep breaths tying to calm him self down.
"But you do it all the time, so what's the difference? Just pretend that the pack of runners in the marathon is after me and you have to save me."
"You think you're not only going to run the marathon, but you're going to win it to boot?"
"That's my plan; I ran the 26 miles this morning in just over 4 hours." Steve smiled. "My plan is to do it in 2."
"Steve if you ran it in over 4 hours this morning, and you were at work by 9, you must have started running at 5am."
"I did, actually the run started at about quarter after four, after I'd swam for fifteen minutes and then decided I should start training." Steve smiled. "Plus I went home after, showered and drove to work."
"I hate you so much." Danny sighed and fell silent, staring out the window as the road flew by, "I'll be lucky if I can manage to show up at the marathon at all."
"Would you like me to make sure Duke is on the race course to give you a ride home if you need it?" Steve joked.
"I'd like for you to shut up and just drive," Danny spat.
"Maybe I should let you out now so you can get a training run in."
"No!" Danny shouted, "I don't want to talk to you right now." He added and put his phone back to his ear.
"Who are you calling?"
"Rachel, I'm going to apologize so that I don't have to talk to you anymore."
Steve smirked to himself as the yelling began over the phone once more.
Since the moment we found out about Rachel and Danny's split, I wondered why it happened.
Tell the true story of a dramatic moment in your life, but weave in one secret and one lie.
"I can't say that I hadn't seen it coming but when it finally had, well, it hit me like a ton of bricks." Danny explained one night, as he, Steve and Chin sat at a bar together. "I never, ever, though she would cheat on me, nor did I think that she'd give up on us as easily as she did, but the day Rachel first asked for a divorce I swear the world as I'd known it ended."
"Had she cheated?" Chin asked.
"I still don't really know," Danny lied, "I am suspicious about it because Stanley popped up in her life, openly, so soon after we separated and started the whole divorce thing." He added but he had known that Rachel had met someone else before they had split. Danny was a cop, he knew his beat and he had eye and ears in all kinds of corners of New Jersey, and he had caught Rachel coming out of a restaurant and getting into a car with a man that would later become her second husband.
Steve watched his partner closely and saw right through the speech. He knew there was a lie in it but wasn't sure which part was the lie.
"Thing had been getting bad but I wanted to work on it. I was ready to get help, see a physiatrist, family and marriage counselors, but Rachel wouldn't have any of that. She had said that until I gave up being a cop and got a different job, there would be no where for us to go. I told her I as writing my detectives exam, then that I got it and was being assigned to a new unit, but that wasn't enough, she said she wanted me off the force all together."
"That's a terrible thing to ask for." Chin sighed.
"It was just a cover," Danny stated, "I knew it the moment it came out of her mouth. I loved my job and she knew it. She said it because she knew that I wasn't going to give it up, because I'm no good at anything else, and so it gave her leave to leave me. She wanted out, she didn't want to try and she knew she was breaking my heart." Danny explained bitterly.
"How did you ever go back to her in the first place?" Steve asked. "I mean I'm inclined to believe that if she was willing to cheat on Stanley with you, then she was probably cheating on you with Stanley in the beginning. So why, if she was that terrible to you, would you go back to her?"
"Because I loved her," Danny sighed, "and I love her still."
"But Danny where do you draw the line with love?" Steve asked.
"That is a question I cannot answer," Danny sighed, "but to tell you the truth, and I have kept this secret for a long time, I really wish I'd never met her. Maybe I wouldn't have Grace, or I wouldn't be in Hawaii now, but I'll tell you, I probably would never have to feel this bad or let her have this much power over me, if we'd never met."
"You'd give up Grace?" Chin asked suspiciously.
"No, I guess not," Danny sighed. "Everything happens for a reason. So why, why can't I have a relationship with any other woman because of Rachel, because she calls and I go running. Because no one else measures up to Rachel because they aren't her, I never had trouble in high school with girls, I had tons of them…now I can get them to go out with me but I just cant make it work because Rachel is always in my life. 'Stanley's away come and help me Daniel' and I go, I drop everything and I go. I ditch out on my new girlfriend one too many times because Rachel needs my help."
"And that is how this pity party breakup drinking bender, went from focusing on Gabby leaving you, and has turned back to Rachel." Steve stated and pushed another beer in front of Danny. "May I remind you that Gabby broke up with your tonight and you're more upset about Rachel?"
"Yup, it will always come back around to Rachel." Danny sighed. "I'm really not that upset about Gabby. What does that mean? Do I even know what love it? What I have for Rachel is that love or is it just my hopeless devotion to her? I'm pathetic."
"Don't worry Danny, we're here to help you through it," Chin smiled. "Whatever it is."
"Thanks."
Even in big classy hotels I have this unearthly fear of cockroaches. I'm not even this scared of spiders…
A cockroach at the Roosevelt.
"So this one time, in the first year of our marriage, I was trying to be romantic and I planned this whole romantic weekend. I booked us a room at the Roosevelt and we headed into the city with tickets to see a show and big dinner plans, and everything went smoothly until we got back to the hotel…"
"Oh Danny stop right there, I don't want to hear about your romantic problems!" Steve interrupted.
"I do not have romantic problems," Danny stated, "my issue is with unsanitary conditions, and even then it's not my issue, it was Rachel's. We got back to the hotel, Rachel went into the bathroom to change, screamed bloody murder and came rushing out telling me to take her home. It wasn't until we were in the car, I had checked us out and we were across the bridge that Rachel told me why we had to leave."
"Why what happened?" Kono asked.
"There was a huge cockroach in the bathtub, I mean huge like the size of a softball, or at least that's how Rachel described it. I never saw the thing," Danny stated. "So the moral of my story Chin, is make sure you double check the hotel before you take your wife away to be romantic with her. Now I can't tell you how to do that, because I don't know how you would go check the hotel first if you are away from home, but five stars doesn't always mean the best I guess."
"You would think the Roosevelt would be nice and classy, and clean." Chin stated second guessing the plans he was trying to make to finally take Malia away on a semi-secluded honey moon.
"You would think," Danny nodded.
How do I feel about love these days…love sucks…
How you feel about love these days
"Love sucks!" Steve sighed as he fell onto the couch in his office.
"Tell me about it!" Danny agreed as he loosened his tie, threw off the suit jacket he was sweating in and moved around Steve's desk to sit in the high wingback chair. "It really sucks and it's so confusing."
"Why do we even try?" Steve asked as he removed his tie all together and threw it in the corner on the floor.
"Because we have a need to act like gentlemen on occasion," Danny stated passionately, "but women these days just don't get it. We try, put and effort in and they take it all out of context!"
"What had we done wrong?" Steve asked.
"We opened doors and we pulled out chairs, we ordered Champaign and booked the classiest restaurant on the island for the double date, and there was even going to be dancing with music from a live band later in the evening. Maybe we were being too gentlemanly and ignoring the whole feminist movement. Were you aware of Catherine's inclination toward fanatical feminism?" Danny asked, "Because I thought, 'oh she's a museum curator, she had a soft spot for traditions and social normalcy', but I was clearly wrong when it came to Gabby."
"I had no idea," Steve sighed. "It was a complete blind side for them to walk out together…"
"It was too much for our modern women, who ditched us and went off together to party, because clubbing is so much classier then dinner and dancing; how sad is that. Just you wait; when everything cools off they will be the ones to complain that chivalry is dead."
"Its being inadvertently murdered by a feminist mind set." Steve sighed.
"It is indeed…but it will always be our fault."
"So what do we do now?" Steve asked.
"University of Hawaii has a late night game starting in about 15 minutes we could take that in." Danny suggested.
"Done!" Steve smiled and jumped up from his place, "come on Danno, let's roll, we can make it for kick off."
I don't know why but instead of a talk show host, Danny turned into a game show host. It's just where my mind went. Sorry.
The talk-show host
"Ladies and Gentlemen it's time to play your favorite game, 'what's going to kill me behind the door?'" Danny stated sarcastically and in his best game-show host voice as he and Five-O stood in the dark, trapped on all sides by several doors and unable to go back the way they came. "What will it be Steven, door number one, door number two, or door number three?"
"Chin on one, Danny on two, I'll take three and will kick them all down at the same time." Steve stated. "Kono, you back us up."
"That's not how this game is played Steven!" Danny stated but walked to the door that was assigned to him. "What does the audience have to say to the man calling the shots?"
"I like this plan, it has the element of surprise," Kono smirked and braced herself.
"Surprised that we'd be stupid enough to go after all three doors when there could be people waiting behind each one of them to kill us and we'll release them all on ourselves at the same time instead of dealing with them one by one." Chin retorted.
"I'm with Chin," Danny smirked, "but you're the contestant today, Steven, what do you choose?"
"I don't play games," Steve smirked, "because I have a hard time following the rules!" he added.
"Oh don't I know it!" Danny sighed and then waited for the count down and kicked in the door just like Steve had ordered.
If I had a week to live I'd probably be so sick and incapacitated that all I'd be able to do is lay there…but if for some miraculous change I knew when I was going to die and I was completely capable of doing whatever I wanted I would be eating all kinds of fancy meals at big five star restaurants because I'm a foodie and I would worry about calories or anything because I would be so happy. Also, I'd probably need more then a week, but I would be catching an opera in every big, old, prestigious opera house in the world.
If you had one week to live…
"I'd spend every last penny I had in my bank account!" Danny stated. "I'd spent it all so that Rachel couldn't take anymore of it!" he added bitterly.
"What about Grace?" Steve asked as he sipped his beer.
"I have a trust fund, a college bursary through the police union and life insurance that will all benefit Grace should anything happen to me. If I knew I had a week left, or even if I didn't know, which is the case on this job, at least I have the peace of mind that I've done everything by Grace to make sure she'd be okay financially, even with her living with that rich son of a bitch." Danny explained.
"Alright, we're getting extremely bitter, what would you spend the money on?" Steve asked.
"First, if I knew why I was dying and I had all my faculties still, I would sky dive and I would try all the foods that I always thought looked terrible and I would be afraid to be rude and I'd tell the chef that the food was bad if it was. I would charter a private plane to fly me where ever I want to go, and I would ride a mechanical bull and I'd buy a thousand dollar bottle of wine. I'd gamble and possibly reenact The Hangover, I might even try illegal drugs just to see what it's like and I would totally go sailing on a tall ship, like a pirate."
"You know, you could totally do those things now instead of waiting for your last week." Steve said. "I can fly a private plane and I know where there is a mechanical bull on the island. I'll take you to Vegas for a crazy weekend. I have a friend that has an old schooner and I'm a little shocked that you've never actually even tried to get high."
"I never thought I would want to, but I guess if I was dying I'd try it, just because." Danny said, "But I know I'm not dying, not today at least."
"So no sailing, or planes or bottles of wine?" Steve asked with a smirk. "Damn and I had my heart set on Vegas."
"If you are sure you can get a boat, I wouldn't complain." Danny smiled.
"I'll make a few calls."
"Maybe we should start a bucket list." Danny stated contemplatively.
"You don't want to do any of the things that I want to do before I die." Steve laughed. "I don't think you'd do well climbing Mount Everest or swimming across the English Channel."
"If I knew I was going to die anyways I might give it a shot!" Danny stated.
"Sure, if you say so," Steve laughed, "we'll start a bucket list."
This one is for all my geeky friends out there that know my plans for another cross over story.
The next blockbuster medicine that will be invented and what will happen as a result.
"You know sometimes I wonder if science couldn't bottle some of your insanity and vaccinate the youth of the world to make them all super soldiers. Or market it and sell it to our enemies for invasions." Danny yelled as once again Steve had flown into action and his Super SEAL training had him swinging off a tree branch onto the roof of a two story house, then he ran and jumped across the roofs to another house where he then threw himself into the air again, flying at the fleeing suspect and tackling him to the ground at Danny's feet and ending Danny's foot pursuit completely. In the midst of it all, Steve didn't get hurt; not a scratch or bruise, nothing but a little sweat that was beading at his forehead. "Oh sweat, oh no, a weakness he is human!" Danny mocked.
Steve rolled his eyes.
"I almost had the guy before you tackled him." Danny added.
"I know, you were just taking too long and I saw the opportunity to give you a hand, and I took it." Steve smiled
"Are you like bionic or something?" Danny asked sarcastically, "maybe you are a medical experiment. Maybe they did all kinds of tests on you that you can't remember. Maybe all those comic books have it right, you are a mutant, or like spider man or something."
Steve smirked as he pulled the suspect to his feet and walked away from Danny.
"Seriously what kinds of medical experiments did they run on you Wolverine?"
This one is my favorite by far! Or maybe I should say so far.
If each decade of your life was represented by a pop song, what would they be?
"Oh no the songs of my life wouldn't be the crappy pop shit you listen to. No, my life would be summed up by Bon Jovi's greatest hits." Danny laughed as Steve listened to randomly crappy radio songs as they drove through the streets of Honolulu.
"Everything is Bon Jovi with you." Steve sighed.
"That's right. I'm nearly forty and I'll tell you each time in my life can be summed up in a song." Danny explained. "My early years were We Weren't Born to Follow. My school life was Livin' on a Prayer, oh and there were a few times that we did," Danny smirked reminiscently, "and my first years of being a cop on the streets of New Jersey was Have a Nice Day and Someday I'll be Saturday Night. Now, with you and Hawaii I'm Wanted Dead or Alive, the next adventures will be a Blaze of Glory and I may close off my life with Who Says You Can't Go Home and No Apologies"
"Oh is that all?" Steve laughed.
"No, I have Bon Jovi songs for every occasion!" Danny smirked.
"Why am I not surprised," Steve rolled his eyes, "Rachel's Bed of Roses right?"
"At one time," Danny smirked, "now she's This Ain't A Love Song."
"And Grace is Always," Steve smiled as he turned off the radio and flipped the car stereo to the CD player that just happened to have Bon Jovi's Greatest Hits ready to go.
"And Hawaii is Lost Highway," Danny smirked, "and you are Blood on Blood."
Steve smirked, "it really is the soundtrack of your life."
"You're damn right." Danny laughed, "It's My Life."
This may not be my favorite, but I do love it! And I will end for tonight on this lovely note! Tah for now!
Describe each person in your family with just one word.
"Well that's easy!" Steve laughed, "Mom, sister, girlfriend and Danno."
"No I mean with an adjective you moron!" Danny laughed and dealt the cards once more. "Like for me Grace is Perfection and Chin would be Calm. Kono is Exciting and Max is Genius. Kamekona is Eccentric, Duke is Contemplative and Charlie would be Interesting. Which leaves you, and you are Loyalty."
"You'd still be Danno for me," Steve shrugged. "It's the one word that is kinda an adjective that sums up all of them for you."
The rest of the guys around the poker table nodded in agreement with Steve.