Hehe left you hanging, huh? I'm SO sorry for the intense delay this past weekend! Preparing for my trip has been busier than I thought! Have had kids over the entire weekend so didn't get any time to myself! But I hope to owe you guys with the multiple consecutive parts now. The Makayla/Steve train needs to get going! Hope you like this part. Enjoy!
Things were beginning to change between Steve and Makayla. But changes were also coming about in Danny's life as well. Unfortunately for our favourite Danno however, they were going to be unpleasant changes.
Stan suddenly one day (for Danno at least) decided that Hawaii wasn't his place anymore. He was moving back to the US again. And where Stan would go, Rachel was bound to follow. So they both, along with Danny's little monkey decided to shift back to New Jersey. Shift. Shift back to Jersey with his little girl.
And that really took a toll on Danny's frustration. For several reasons, actually. The first being, that Danny had only come to this pineapple-infested island for the sake of his little girl. Because Rachel had decided to make the move over here with their daughter, Danny decided to take the job at 5-0 as well. And now she was deciding to move back? What are we playing here, house?
And second of all, Danny was in no situation to completely leave what he had going on here in Hawaii and move back to Jersey. Of course all this while, moving back to New Jersey was all he wanted. But when the possibility of that happening felt like close to zero, he began adjusting to life in Hawaii. Not literally, but he still tried. Grace liked it at least. And his job at the 5-0 wasn't just a job anymore. These people were like his family now. And it would be as hard as it was moving to this island in the first place, to now move back to New Jersey, away from the people he called his family.
He had Makayla to think about as well. Danny had called Makayla over to Hawaii to get over Eric in the first place. Going back would only refresh old memories and would definitely not help her move on.
So the best Danny could do at the moment, was travel to New Jersey to try dealing with Rachel's attorney there. There had to be something in their custody agreement that would forbid her to do such an immature and irresponsible thing. At least Danny hoped.
But before leaving for New Jersey, for what even Danny didn't know how long, there was one worry that constantly ate his mind. Makayla.
After the incident with Jason, Danny was on his toes when it came to Makayla. If she decided that she wanted to step out of the house for something, anything it was, Danny was on top of knowing where she was. Makayla probably thought he was paranoid. But she was his baby sister, and he would do anything to protect her. That is why, having this conversation with Makayla was very important, even if she thought he was treating her like a child.
She was adamant. Oh, she was adamant. Steve stood at one side of the room, Danny sat on the sofa and Makayla was in the kitchen trying to change the topic of the conversation. Danny had suggested that Makayla live with Steve while Danny was gone for an unexpected period. It was the only way he could know that she would be safe. But for Makayla, that would mean she felt like someone needing to be protected, and Makayla obviously knew she was mature and responsible enough to take care of herself.
Upon listening to the idea actually, Steve wanted to grab her right there and then and take her home. But of course, resisting the temptations, he reminded himself. Of course he agreed with Danny. Not just for Makayla's safety, which he too constantly worried about. But also because of the thing he and Makayla had between them. Thing, huh? He had been hanging with Makayla too much lately.
But still, Makayla refused. And by the way she avoided Steve's gaze because of the obvious blush that crept her cheeks, she knew that he was thinking exactly what she thought he was thinking. The only reason why she didn't want to have to "live" with someone was because she thought she was a big enough girl - woman - to take care of herself. It wasn't that she didn't want to spend time with Steve. Of course it wasn't that. Steve could tell how hard she was trying to avoid making eye contact with him because of the flush of her cheeks. Oh, how he loved it when she blushed at the littlest things.
"I am not a child, Danno," Makayla protested.
"I'm not saying you're a child. I'm just saying that maybe if you live with Steve for when I'm not here, I'll be satisfied that you're at least safe. Nothing can go wrong when you have a bad-ass SEAL living in the same house as you," Danny said. Steve gave Danny a look as he said that.
Well of course, nothing can go wrong when you live with Steve. But it can and probably would lead to a number of other things you would probably kill Steve for.
"Okay, you don't want to stay with Steve? Fine, I'll ask Kono then. That'll be better, right? You guys can have your little girls night-outs more often then," Danny finished as he looked at Steve with his waving hands. Makayla came out of the kitchen at the mention of that idea.
"Kono?" Makayla said.
"Yeah, Kono. Staying with her will be okay, right," Danny asked again. Makayla gave a look to Steve that Danny didn't notice and Steve adjusted his position from across the room as he responded to Danny's question.
"I don't think that would be a great idea, actually," Steve said. He looked momentarily towards Makayla again as he said that.
"Why not?" Danny asked, his hands in the air again. Steve looked toward Makayla again for an answer.
"Because," he said thinking of something to say. "Kono's boyfriend is over these days," Steve conjured.
"Boyfriend?" Danny said, looking not convinced.
"Yeah."
"Since when has Kono been seeing anybody?"
"Recently," Steve said smoothly. Makayla shifted her weight where she stood and looked towards Danny and Steve again. Danny didn't look convinced.
"Huh," Danny added. Makayla knew there was only one way Danny would be convinced now.
"Fine, I'll stay with Steve." Both Danny and Steve looked towards Makayla who apparently suddenly decided to agree with what they were arguing about just now.
"You sure you're not gonna bail on me?" Danny asked Makayla.
"I'll make sure she doesn't bail," Steve answered. He looked at Makayla causing her blush to resurface again.
"Perfect," Danny said as he clapped his hands and proceeded to his room. He pointed towards Steve before moving out of sight. "I love you for this, man."
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Danny really appreciated that Steve agreed to letting Makayla live with him while he was gone. Unbeknownst to him though, this gave greater room for Makayla and Steve to grow. A fact the both of them were okay with. It was a change, living with Steve, Makayla thought. Of course it required some adjusting and a whole lota effort, but it wasn't impossible.
They would take turns with making breakfast in the mornings, and then they would go to work together. Makayla was making an effort to make this work, just like Steve was doing the same. But neither of them could have anticipated the events of one night between all of this, or the consequences it would bring.
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Ever since Makayla had shifted with Steve temporarily, she began getting more hands on in the kitchen - without getting her hands burned. Tonight she decided she would make some lasagna for Steve. It had been so long since she had ate it, especially after moving to Hawaii. But she didn't have all the necessary ingredients to make the dish. So she asked Steve to go to the supermarket and fetch them.
It was late in the evening and the skies were already dark. The rain poured heavily outside, which was essentially why Makayla sent Steve by himself - she was in no mood to get herself all drenched right now.
Makayla stood in the kitchen cooking the ground beef so that it would be almost ready by the time Steve got here, and then it was only a matter of doing the vegetables and combining them with the beef and cooking them well.
Makayla opened the fridge to fetch the vegetables when she heard a harsh knock on the front door. Lifting her head from the fridge her face wore a confused expression, trying to think who it could be. If it was Steve, he wouldn't knock in the first place because he had keys. Alarmed and vigil, she made her way to the window beside the door to get a peek before opening the door. Unfortunately whoever it was stood farther than she could see, so she was forced to make her way to the door to see who it was.
Makayla took a deep breath and carefully turned the knob of the door. Drenched and bloody, she saw a man wincing in pain lying on their front porch by the door. He had obviously been injured - stabbed, shot, she couldn't tell. But wounded, yes.
"Oh God," Makayla said as she covered her mouth as if to hide the sense of fear that rushed at seeing the sight of the man in front of her. She unconsciously took a step backward from the door in fear.
"Please," the man pleaded. "Help."
Makayla quickly regained her composure and leaned forward a little, bending down to knee level to be able to communicate better with this man. As she leaned closer to the man she saw that he had been shot. Multiple times.
"Oh God," she repeated.
"Please help me," the man pleaded again. Makayla didn't know what to do. The only thing she could think of was to call Steve. Call Steve.
"I'm going to go call for help, I'll be right back," she quickly told the man as she raced back inside, grabbed the phone and dialed Steve's number. The phone rang a few times before he picked up.
"Kay, I'm just cashing out now -"
"Steve! There's a wounded man on our porch, he's been shot," she quickly told him before he could finish his sentence.
"What?" Steve asked in a perplexed tone.
"I - I don't know what to do Steve," Makayla asked, apparent nervousness in her tone.
"There's a wounded man on my porch?" He asked again.
"Yeah, yeah he's been shot. I don't know - I was in the kitchen and I heard a knock on the door - " Makayla answered, nearly in one breath. She ran her hand through her hair nervously.
"Calm down Kay," he assured her. "And listen to me very carefully."
Makayla nodded as she prepared herself to follow Steve's instructions.
"Locate the gunshot wound," he told her. Makayla made her way to the heaving man in front of the door and examined him frantically. She noticed that he had multiple shots to his abdomen and one to his left shoulder.
"Multiple to the abdomen, and one to the right shoulder," she told Steve.
"Okay, I need you to put pressure on the wounds as much as you can."
Makayla tried pressuring the gash but her first attempt came at a halt when the man screamed in pain.
"It's hurting, Steve," Makayla conveyed.
"Tie it up or something, get something from inside the house."
Makayla nodded again and raced back inside to look for a cloth or something to tighten the wound with. She returned in a few seconds with a couple towels.
"I got towels," she told him as she shakily attempted at tying them around the man's waist and shoulder.
"Okay. Don't panic, Kay," Steve told her. But Makayla couldn't help but panic. A minute ago she was cooking dinner for Steve. Now she was attending to a wounded man at their doorstep.
"I've called HPD. I'm on my way," he added. Makayla again nodded, in the midst of wrapping this man's wounds.
"Okay," she confirmed between her almost-tears.
"Don't let him zone out, Makayla. Keep him with you," he alerted her. Makayla looked to the man's face to see he was slowly drifting into unconsciousness.
"Hey, hey," Makayla said as she tapped his cheeks. "You have to stay awake," she nervously instructed him.
"I'll be there in 20," Steve told her.
Makayla hung up the phone and attempted to drag the man inside the house, away from the pouring rain but he was way too heavy and in no state to lift himself. She collected his head and placed it on her folded legs in an effort to keep him awake until the cops come at least.
"The cops are coming," she told the man who was clearly beginning to fade out.
"Hey! Stay with me," she said louder to try and keep the man conscious.
"Do you have ID on you?" Makayla asked in an attempt to get a name to the face. The man tried uttering something but it only came out inaudible to Makayla.
"What?"
"Sh-k-et," the man muttered. He repeated himself a few times.
"Pocket?" Makayla finally deciphered. The man nodded in affirmation. Her hands shaking, Makayla wondered which pocket, exactly. Where do men usually keep their wallets? In the back pocket of their pants - most commonly - or in one of the pockets of their pants. She fished her hand through his side pockets with no luck.
"Is it in your coat?" She asked again. The man faintly nodded again as Makayla searched his coat for ID. Finally, she found it and flipped through to see his driver's license. Taggart, Samuel it read.
"Okay Samuel, listen to me. You have to stay awake until the cops come. The ambulance will take you to the hospital and you'll be with your family soon okay," she continued instructing, her hands and body still trembling. The man lifted his hands trying to notion something. Again, Makayla could not comprehend so she leaned her ear closer to his lips as he began whispering.
"It doesn't matter," he began. Makayla leaned back out unsure of what to think of his comment.
"Nobody's waiting for me," he continued. Makayla's expression softened as the fear only intensified. This man was wounded and on the verge of dying - you had to be honest here. And here, he was telling Kay that there was no one who would be glad to see him alive?
"Don't say that. You'll be fine, and your family will be happy to see you alive," she told him. The man took in a sharp breath.
"Wallet, - picture..." he tried. Makayla opened his wallet again and saw the picture of a young woman on the left with this man on the right.
"Tell her. It's possible," he said again, choking on the pain. Makayla's eyes alternated between the man's face and the picture, and she immediately understood the connection and nodded in compliance with the man. Her tears became more evident now and her sobs were audible.
"Yes, it is. It's possible. It is," she agreed. She saw how a small smile slowly appeared on the man's face.
"You'll be with her soon," Makayla said. The man's smile broadened as his breathing got slower suddenly. Makayla's expressions changed.
"No, no. No. Stay with me Samuel," she tried. She rubbed the palms of his hand in an effort to assist his consciousness. But to no avail. It was too late. There he lay, in Makayla's hands. Totally lifeless. Makayla's sobs grew as she heard the sound of tires in front of the house as a figure rushed up towards her, a flash of lights and vehicles arriving behind the car.
"Kay," Steve screamed as he made his way to Makayla on the porch with the man laying in her arms. Makayla tightened her eyes as she couldn't hold back the sobs now. Steve reached over and checked the man for a pulse. Nothing. He looked to Makayla's hands that held a wallet and slowly moved her away from the man, letting the paramedics and officers to their job. He took her into his arms as she buried her face in his shoulders, her sobs tightening in Steve's chest.
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HPD took Samuel's body immediately. Steve settled Makayla back into the house, softly telling her that she needed to change. Blood was smeared on her pants near her knees where the man's jacket had touched. Steve was at a loss at what to do. Makayla was visibly shaken with what had just happened. He paced the living room in uncertainty as Makayla walked out of her room and towards the kitchen after a few minutes, almost completely expressionless.
He followed her to the kitchen and stood by the door, watching her push back the hair behind her ear as she turned the tap on, but then turned it back off because there were no dishes in the sink. She moved towards the stove and looked for something and when she couldn't find it, proceeded to the fridge, mumbling a few words in frustration.
"Kay," Steve whispered, his arms crossed at his chest. Makayla didn't respond and continued staring into the fridge looking for whatever it was she was looking for. This time she took out a pot and placed it on the counter, closing the fridge door behind her fiercely.
"Makayla," Steve tried again. He said that just in time as the fridge door shut fiercely, Makayla leaving her hand on the handle. She heard footsteps as Steve made his way closer to her. Steve watched as her hand dropped to her side and her body language softened and Makayla turned.
"He died in my hands, Steve." She gestured her hands in front of him as tears brimmed from her eyes. Steve affectionately put his hands on the side of her shoulders, as a tear left Makayla's eye.
"He told me that there would be nobody to be there for him," she continued. "But he told me to tell her that it was possible." Tears clearly choking her voice.
"Tell who," Steve asked.
"The woman he loved." Makayla looked up into Steve's eyes. "Who would want a death like that?" The question hit Steve hard. He lifted one of his hands to stroke her cheek.
"I don't wanna die like that, Steve." Steve continued looking at Makayla affectionately. Makayla brought one of her hands and covered his hand on her cheek with it.
"I want to know that it will be possible between us, Steve," she told him as he looked her into the eyes. She closed her eyes as she leaned her forehead in with his.
"I want you to show me you love me, Steve." Steve's only response was the soft intake of a breath. He brought his other hand up to her cheek to cup her face and rubbed his thumb over her tears.
"You sure you want this, Kay."
Steve needed to know that this was what she wanted. He wanted it. He wanted it for a long time. But he didn't want to rush into anything, and he definitely didn't want to force her into anything she was uncomfortable with. He felt her close the distance between them as her hands wrapped themselves around his waist.
"Yes," she whispered.
I'm horrible at writing the smut or even lovey-dovey scenes! Let your imagination guide you, lol. Read and review!
