I Want You

a/n – a collection of outsider views on McDanno. Takes place at various random times through their relationship. Based on a comment request, this was going to be about jealousy, but seeing as it comes right after 'Fear', I wanted something a bit lighter. But all these vignettes have a certain kind of jealousy anyway. :)

-5-0—a waitress -5-0-

She watched the group enter the bar and head to a large, round table in her section. They seemed to know exactly where they were going, like they were regulars, but she'd never seen them before. Of course, she'd only been on the job for a week. She grabbed five menus and headed toward the table.

A tall man, dark-haired, tattoos peeking out from the rolled-up sleeves of his over shirt, caught her eye. Of course he did; the guy was hot.

He had his arms across the chair backs of both of his neighbours, but he was leaning in to talk to the woman next to him.

A native guy a few seats away from him noticed her waiting and smiled in greeting.

"Hi," she said. "I'm Nalani and I'll be your server tonight." She started to hand out the menus, but the native guy waved them off.

"We're just here for some celebratory drinks."

"Great! What can I get you guys?"

Hot Guy looked up from his conversation and smiled at her and holy shit she hoped those two weren't a couple because she would so like to get in on that action. His napkin would definitely have seven digits written on them, that's for damn sure.

"You're new?" He asked, looking her over. "Haven't seen you around before."

"I am," she replied, laying on the charm, flirting back.

"Are you seriously flirting with the waitress right now, McGarrett?" The blond guy next to him asked. "Tonight, of all nights?"

"C'mon, Danno. I'm just being nice."

Blondie scoffed and when Hot Guy turned to him, she could see it instantly. No need to worry about the girl, but she still didn't have a shot with him. His arm dropped down to Blondie's shoulder, his hand to Blondie's neck. And the look they shared... well, she didn't think she'd ever seen a look like that before. And she'd even been a part of marriage proposals at her old job. They just looked at each other for a minute and then Blondie smiled and so did Hot Guy.

Then there was a loud, gruff laugh from the other side of the table.

"Looks like we've lost the lovebirds. The rest of us will have a round of Longboards, please."

Nalani smiled and nodded and started to head to the bar.

"Us, too!"

She looked back to find Blondie looking panic-stricken, like he was worried he would lose out on a beer. She laughed and nodded again.

"What?" She heard him say as she continued on to the bar. "I had to go without for a very long time-"

-5-0-Rachel -5-0-

Rachel hoped Danny wouldn't mind her coming by early. She wouldn't dream of making her children leave until they were supposed to, of course, she just didn't have anywhere to go. Stan had blown up at her again and they both needed time to cool down before the kids got back, but she hadn't had time to actually go anywhere, so she just came here. To Steve's house.

It still seemed strange to her to pick her kids up here. Or, at least, it was strange to pick them up here when this was their home and not just the hangout for the day. When Danny had told her, a year ago, that not only was he seeing Steve, but moving in with him, she had been shocked. She knew he had seen men when he was younger, but didn't know, well, that it was still a thing. Thinking back on the times she had seen him and Steve together, or heard Danny talk about him, she supposed it shouldn't really have been a surprise.

Rachel took a deep breath, got out of the car and started up the front walk. She'd only made it a few steps before she heard her children out back. She changed direction and followed the path behind the house. As she emerged from the shrubbery at the back of the house, she was frozen in place at the sight before her.

Steve, Grace and Charlie were racing around the yard. Charlie was screaming both with laughter and because he was being chased. Steve had his arms stretched out pretending to try and catch him. Grace... Grace was not sulking or listening to music, or attached to her phone. She was, in fact, leading the race, trying to stay just out of arm's reach of Charlie. She was laughing so hard Rachel wasn't sure how she was able to actually run.

Suddenly Steve reached forward that little bit and scooped Charlie up, holding him over his head like a prize for a moment before tucking him under arm and speeding up to catch Grace. She yelped and sped up as well.

Steve took a moment to put Charlie back on his feet with a "wait here, buddy" and took off after Grace, now running full out in laps around the yard.

"No, Dad! Don't!" but her laughter didn't stop, so she obviously wasn't too worried.

But Rachel had stopped paying attention.

Grace had called Steve 'dad'. Rachel looked around the yard, but didn't see Danny anywhere, so that could be the only explanation.

She'd never called Stan 'dad'. Rachel always thought that was because Danny was her father and she just didn't want to call anyone else that. But here she was calling Steve that, with neither of them reacting, like she did it all the time, even though he was still just 'Steve' when she was with Rachel and Stan.

How could she be so disrespectful of Stan, the man Rachel had been married to longer than Grace had even known Steve? Who took a bullet for her? Scowling, she was about to call out to her daughter when Danny came out of the house carrying three bottles of water, unaware of her still standing at the edge of the house.

"All right you crazy animals," he said, handing out the bottles. "It's time for everyone to go in and get dressed like civilized people."

A chorus of "But Danno!" from everyone, including Steve, rang out.

"No 'but Dannos' – seriously Steve, why do you always get to be the fun parent?" Steve grinned; Danny looked down at the kids. "Your mom's gonna be here soon."

Grace's smile vanished.

"Hey, kiddo, what's this?" Steve asked, placing his hand on her head. She looked at him, then Danno, but didn't say anything. "Gracie, your mom and Stan, they love you just as much as we do, okay?" A pause. A look. Danny was looking at Steve like he was hanging the moon. She remembered when he looked at her like that. Well, almost like that. She was not sure Stan had ever come close. She hated Steve a little bit more at that moment. "They do. And Danno and me? Every minute you're not with us breaks our hearts, and we know it does them, too. We have to share because we all love you both so much. Okay?"

Another pause, then: "Okay."

"Okay."

So maybe he was 'dad', after all.

Didn't mean Rachel had to like it.

-5-0—a beach barista, but also some assholes on the beach, because some people are assholes -5-0-

Sitting at her coffee stand on the beach, Hilary smiles at the two men standing nearby. They hold hands, but that doesn't seem to stop the shorter man from talking with his. He seems to be trying very hard to convince his taller partner about something. Tall, dark, and taken just looks down at him with a fond expression. The kind Sam had for her.

"Daniel, I think the nice lady here would like it if we would hurry up and order our coffee," TDT says, smiling and eyes twinkling.

"No, Steven. No, she does not want us to order yet. You wanna know why? Because she wants us to wait until I have ensured that you understand the appropriate way to drink coffee, especially coffee as good and perfect as this coffee. Shut up, babe," TDT hasn't done anything more than smirk. "Butter – I don't care how gourmet it is – butter does not belong in your fucking coffee." Daniel blinks, turns to Hilary and gives her a sheepish smile. "Sorry."

She doesn't have a chance to reply before a couple of other guys approach the cart. Hilary's seen these guys before. Jerks. They bad-mouth her customers, are rude to everyone else, litter... Nothing she can really call the cops about, but enough that she always feels the need to apologize to her customers. And it's not like she can just throw them out, like she would in a coffee shop; they're on a public beach.

She watched them look at Steven and Daniel, standing so close they're touching, and not just where they're holding hands. The jerks sneer.

"You should be sorry," one of them says.

"Yeah, take that inside. The rest of us don't need to see that shit."

Daniel, mouth open to say something else – Hilary's under the impression he's always talking – stops, closes his mouth, blinks and turns to face them. She thinks she hears Steven say something, but it's too quiet for her to make it out.

"Did you... did you just insult two guys who, even without the guns we are clearly packing right here on our hips, could take you both out in two seconds flat?"

Jerk number two just laughs. "Yeah, we also saw your badges. You're cops, pussy haole cops. Y'ain't gonna do anything to us."

"I'm not a—"

Daniel raises an eyebrow at his companion. "Seriously, babe, not the time." He turns back to her resident jerks, who look very smug, with their crossed arms and disgusted smirks. "My very large friend here probably even has a grenade stuffed in one of his many pockets." Hilary's eyes go wide and she looks at Steven. The way he's grinning makes her think he actually just might. "So we're not your regular cops. But you're right, I'm not gonna shoot you. Book 'em, babe." The jerks laugh.

Steven also laughs, but it's more fond. "For what, Danno? Being an asshole isn't illegal."

"I'm sure it won't be hard to come up with something that'll stick."

"Too much paperwork."

Instead, Steven pulls Daniel back to him, holds him close with a hand at the back of Daniel's head as he leans down for a long, slow kiss. Jerks both let out disgusted groans and gags, a couple of slurs.

Hilary thinks it looked like a nice kiss. A very nice kiss, indeed.

Suddenly, she wishes her cart had air conditioning.

She hears Daniel moan into the kiss and it makes her blush – c'mon, these guys were hot – but she's not sure if the kiss is just that good – it looks fucking amazing from where she's standing – or if he's putting on a show for the assholes. Quite frankly, if someone was kissing her like that, she wouldn't remember her own name, let alone that there were people around them. But then his hand moves from Steven's side to his own holster. He flicks the snap open and wraps his hand around his gun.

"Oh shit," one of the jerks say before they both scurry away.

Steven slowly pulls away from the kiss. Daniel blinks at him almost as slow.

"Uh, not that I'm complaining or anything, but since when are you interested in PDA?" He licks his lips, like it wouldn't mind some more PDA. Steven shrugs with one shoulder, smirking.

"Guess I was just inspired."

"Uh huh."

He finally releases Daniel's hand and steps up to Hilary's cart.

"Hey, sorry about that. Two coffees, please." She smiles and nods and prepares their coffee as he pulls out his wallet.

"On the house," she announces, handing them over. He starts to object. "No, really. Maybe you guys finally scared them away enough that they won't come back. Thanks."

"Thanks," he says, taking the cups, and they start to walk away.

"Are you kidding me right now, McGarrett? The one time you actually pull out your wallet and-"

The rant trails off as they move away too far for her to hear. She smiles, thinking about Sam. Their relationship's new, but Hilary hopes one day they love each other as much as Steven and Daniel already do.