I do not own Hawaii Five-0 or any characters. No copyright infringement intended.

Notes: lots of bad language here ... sorry the baddie requires its use. Yes - ok - as for Chapter 7 and the like? As such fits naturally (w added "particulars") will be added ... there's a nice pending scene titled "Frisky" in my Word document folder. Makes me smile just thinking about it ... :-)

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As he wiped a bead of sweat off his brow, Kenny looked out the third floor window of the men's room at the Palace and did a shocked double-take.

"Shit," he whispered. "Shit. Fuck. Hey, RJ, you're boyfriend's here."

"My what? Whaddaya talkin' bout, buddy boy?" RJ replied distractedly, the disgust for his job obvious in the tone of his voice. He was in a foul mood; busy cleaning the urinals and none too happy about losing their coin-toss for the honors of the distasteful task. "I want to get this over with ... waves are hittin' big. Get your ass back over here and help me out."

RJ despised cleaning the men's room. They both did. But it was RJ's least favorite job in the Maintenance Department of the Honolulu Police Department and he was mad as hell that he'd lost that day's coin-toss to Kenny. He also preferred to call himself a Facilities Specialist and not the ordinary janitor title that he really was by trade.

As if either of them even had a trade, Kenny often mockingly thought to himself. He didn't dare say that out loud. RJ would probably beat the crap out of him if he knew half the things Kenny sometimes thought about. Nonetheless, Kenny knew a lot about RJ's likes and dislikes because he heard RJ's complaints just about every single hour, of every single damned day. In fact, since they'd grown up together, Kenny couldn't remember a time when RJ hadn't been complaining about one thing or another.

But, just then even with RJ becoming madder than a hornet, Kenny just couldn't tear his eyes away from the parking lot. If RJ was mad at him for not doing his job right then, he was going to be downright pissed when he saw who was coming into the building.

"RJ, I'm serious, man!" Kenny repeated nervously. "You gotta see who it is ... you just gotta! What the fuck is he doing here?! I thought you said he'd ..."

"Jesus! Shut up Kenny!" RJ cursed as he kicked the industrial orange wringer-mop bucket out of his way, dirty water sloshing inside, before he joined Kenny by the window. "What the hell is it Kenny ... who the hell are you talking about? I just want to get the hell out of here and ...," he paused, his next words bitten out on a rush of whispered air.

"... fuck me."

His mouth closed with a snap then, cutting off any more of his angry words. As he stood next to him, Kenny felt RJ stiffen as he looked out the window. Next to him, RJ had literally frozen in place, barely breathing, the expression on his face a dangerous one, his hands tightly fisted.

"See. See it's him ... how can it be him?" Kenny asked breathlessly, gesturing wildly down to the big blue pickup truck which had just parked in the first row of the lot. Two men had gotten out, one blond and one brunet. Even from the distance, Kenny knew exactly who they were and one definitely shouldn't be here ... not any more. This wasn't good. Not at all and Kenny began to shake. This was RJ's fault and his freaking obsession with a handsome man who didn't even know that RJ shared his airspace.

"Shit, RJ! What are you going to do about it, huh?"

"Yeah, I see ... I see him!" RJ just about shouted in anger, his face now crimson from a heated flush. "I fucking see him, Kenny!"

"So what are you gonna do about it?! You... you said ...you said that things would work out," Kenny hissed between clenched teeth. "T-his is a-all y-your f-fault." He stammered badly, rubbing hard at the rock-like lump which had scarily settled inside his chest. His eyes were riveted to the two men walking into the Palace until he couldn't see them anymore as they hit the sidewalk directly below and for a minute, he could barely breathe.

"T-that d-doesn't look worked out t-to me ...," he spouted inelegantly after taking a deep breath which did no good at all because his voice was still shaking. He backed up, scared to death because he didn't know what to do. "Now what, RJ? N-now w-what are you g-going t-to do, huh?!"

"I dunno! He shouldn't be here!" RJ shouted, his voice echoing loudly in the small, tiled room. Hands in his hair, RJ whirled around and kicked the mop bucket viciously out of his way, sending it nearly toppling over onto its side, splattering puddles of filthy water across the tiled floor. It clattered and heaved as it sought traction on the slick tile, the mop barely hanging on inside the ringer's basin.

"Hey! Keep it down!" Kenny squeaked brokenly, eyes wide at RJ's violent reaction. He looked nervously towards the door to the restroom, eyes wide and scared. Positive he heard voices approaching. "Someone's going to hear ... suppose they hear?!"

"I don't care! Let them fucking hear!" RJ replied nastily and Kenny looked down as RJ took over. "Just shut up and let me think."

Used to taking orders from RJ, Kenny knew he needed to shut up now because RJ was on the very verge of an explosion. One of monumental proportions which he might pay the price for, so he didn't dare say a word like he'd been told. Instead, he looked at the floor, as he trembled and waited. For a minute things were quiet, the only sound in the room that of RJ's ragged breathing while he thought about what they were going to do.

"You're not exactly blame free either. Are you Kenny," RJ spat out at him suddenly. "Just remember. If I go down, then you're going down with me, buddy boy. We go down together. Don't you ever forget that Kenny. Keep your damned mouth shut and just wait for my say-so. Once I come up with a plan, I'll take care of things."

Afraid to directly look up from an interesting piece of broken floor tile, Kenny felt RJ's cold eyes staring him down, daring him to argue. But Kenny couldn't argue back, because RJ was totally right ... even if what was happening was entirely RJ's fault in the first place. But Kenny didn't dare say that out loud either. Instead, he bit his lip to keep quiet.

"Clean up that fucking mess, buddy boy," RJ growled out at him. "Get it done ... we gotta get out of here. Finish our shift and go home ... I need to think."

There was water everywhere from the mop bucket and it didn't matter that RJ had made the mess. Kenny always had to do what RJ said; he always had to clean up his messes. So, Kenny nervously jerked a nod as he took the extra time to put the yellow "Caution Wet Floor" sign out and got to work, picking up the mop and pulling the bucket closer to himself. Head down, afraid to acknowledge RJ anymore than he had to as RJ continually muttered a string of unintelligible words over and over again, Kenny focused on getting everything cleaned up.

He was almost done when he did hear voices out in the hallway. Real voices that were coming closer. Kenny worked even faster, sweat beading his forehead now as he rushed to do what RJ had told him to do so they could clock out for the day. But with the mop bucket rolling in front of him, he still nearly bumped into the two men on the way out of the men's restroom while they were coming in.

Kenny felt his stomach twist into knots as he accidentally skimmed shoulders with the 5-0 Commander.

"'S-scuse me," he mumbled, head down and needing to give way to both. "S-sorry ... s-sorry. M'done."

"No harm. Hey, how-ya doin'?," the brunet said with a friendly grin as he squeezed by, one hand anchored to his partner's shoulder, piloting him through the door.

"F-fine, yeah," Kenny mumbled more brokenly, wincing because he sensed RJ smoldering in fury next to him. He could smell the Commander as they passed by each other and he almost closed his eyes. That heady scent which RJ couldn't seem to get enough of, affecting him now too, and Kenny had to look then. He looked the Commander up and down as quickly as he could. Cataloging everything about the handsome face within that instant.

Seeing the man's hand placed just so on his Second in Command's shoulder ... Kenny's eyes stopped there, momentarily stuck until he realized the 2IC was looking at him.

Kenny cringed inside when his eyes met the blond's quite by accident, and he looked away fast. Next to him, RJ hissed softly between his teeth. Angry. Furious.

"Hi," the blond said and Kenny paled in response to the man's half-smile. He couldn't even find a word to say because this was all wrong.

He shouldn't be here ... it was him though. "J-just finishing up ... g-gotta go," Kenny muttered stupidly under his breath as he left, the door juddering closed behind him.

"What the hell's wrong with him?" Danny said as the janitor left the men's room in a rush of noise and sloshing water.

"Who knows ...," Steve replied absently as he stepped away from Danny. He briefly looked around the empty men's room before frowning. "Huh."

"What?" Danny asked.

"I thought I heard ...never mind. It's nothing," Steve started to say and then shrugged as he turned towards his partner, beaming happily. "So, hey Danno ... welcome back, buddy!"

"It's the men's room, Steven," Danny snarked incredulously as he spread his arms wide and walked around the Wet Floor sign. "The freaking ... men's room! Really?"

~ to be continued ~