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Notes: curiouser and curiouser ...

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Leon waited for Spenser McCann to leave for the rendezvous before deciding to leave the confines of the penthouse suite. He had no fear that the Five-0 detective might be going anywhere. The man was currently curled up in the spacious master bedroom, dead to the world for the volume of drugs which had been pumped into his system. And based on his boss's ongoing plans, if and when he roused, not much of the detective's perspective within a similar drugged haze would be changing.

Just at dawn, Leon had watched as Spenser manhandled the detective onto his stomach. Spenser had then straddled the young man's legs with a gentle persistence, comfortably ranging himself to trap the man's lower body under his own and Leon had thought he'd heard a murmur of malcontent. Yet barely a finger had twitched at the time.

He'd watched with interest as McCann had happily examined every contour of the man's back. A satisfied smile had twisted his lips as he reveled in his conquest, rubbing soothing circles between Danny's shoulder blades, progressing on down to the sensitive area of his lower back before deciding where to hide the thin transdermal skin patch. The drug it constantly dispensed into Danny's blood stream would just allow him to barely function. It would keep him in line, McCann explained coyly as he smoothed it into place just above the small of the man's back.

"He'll eventually be on his feet within a few hours, yet unable to truly focus or think clearly," Spenser had added, reluctantly easing off and away from the unconscious detective while checking the time to remain on his tight schedule. "You'll probably have to remind him of things ... often. He'll have the attention span of a gnat. But as you've seen, I don't doubt his resilience to at least try to leave me again."

"Fucking fantastic," Leon had grumbled again. The last thing he needed was a mobile and drugged-out escape artist to babysit for his enamored leader. "If he tries anything while you're out, boss, I swear I'm going to tie him to the fucking bed!"

"Don't worry so!" Spense had chuckled at Leon's comment, his eyebrows raised comically upwards at the concept. "He won't wake for a while and when he does, he won't even know the patch is there. Then, only God will know what he does or doesn't remember. He'll be too lethargic to get too far, either. So consider it another interesting experiment."

With an aggrieved sigh, he'd left Danny on his stomach while longingly running his hand over the broad back. Then, he'd tossed a bed sheet over the man's shoulders before striding purposefully from the bedroom.

"These baby steps aren't quite what I'd hoped for and I assume he'll refuse my offer to defect for some time to come. Nonetheless, having him more open to suggestion … more agreeable … will be easier for the both of us right now. Though I fear, I'll also have to lose some of his acerbic wit in the doing and I find his conversation so … very … exhilarating. Leave him here … let him sleep, but order room service and make him eat when he wakes. He's far too thin for my liking."

Leon had subsequently been placed on a glorified babysitting duty.

He'd railed angrily and shown a worthy amount of disgust for the unanticipated job, which was no job at all for a certified assassin. He'd argued loudly and had even brought Walker's name into the mix; rightfully complaining that Spenser's jealous second would be difficult for him to contend with once he found the Five-o detective within their midst so very prematurely. Of course in the end, Spenser hadn't budged in his stance, seemingly amused by Leon's volume of loathing for his assignment.

"Just keep Dylan away from him," Spenser had purred. "He's not to lay a finger on Danno … in fact, I don't want him in this room. At all. And I'm trusting you to see to that, Leon."

Spenser had a valid point there; Dylan was indeed going to hit the proverbial roof upon his arrival. So, Leon merely nodded in anger. In reality though, he was pleased to be alone because it made his next steps much less complex.

Standing now in the doorway to the bedroom, he lingered briefly to ensure his charge remained precisely where he lay. He scowled darkly as he dabbed at his sore lip. Even his nose still ached from one of the detective's solid punches. He'd tried to escape despite being drugged and Leon simply knew that the officer was going to prove more trouble than Spenser McCann had ever assumed; Leon could feel that fact in more ways than one. Whispers of a bothersome hunch which went well beyond any pending confrontation with Dylan Walker.

But he had other things to care for and he needed to get moving. Being deemed babysitter at least afforded him with some free time to lurk under the radar. He currently had an ample amount at his fingertips before McCann returned with the rest of their team; yet, there was a looming threat from the aggressive Second in Command. Leon had no way of gauging Dylan Walker's arrival during which he'd be truly tasked in keeping the detective relatively safe.

Moving quickly, Leon left the penthouse suite. He traveled down the length of the side stairwell to the basement level of the posh hotel where he managed his own other, personal business.

He had to check in.

~ to be continued ~