Hello, am back save and sound from my ski trip to the Alps :) The vacation was awesome, sun and snow and boarding. Nothing better.
It's been a while since I've lasted posted (muse took the vacation with me), you get two little fics in one. Hope you like them.
Live Wire
Thump
His gloved fist hit the bag hard, sending it swinging. Anger was running through his veins, adding more force to his punches.
Right, left and another right. The punching bag was rocking violently again, but Danny didn't let up. He took another swing and the bag rotated around itself.
Sweat was running down his back, soaking through the t-shirt he was wearing and stinging slightly in the cut along his upper arm. Damn McGarrett and his tendency to go in blind. The simple observation had turned into a minute long shoot out, after Steve had seen the drug and money exchange and had gone charging onto the docks. Both men had been injured, nothing serious, but they had kept Steve overnight for observation. And since the man wasn't available to vent his frustrations on, the punching bag had to suffer.
Twack
This time his right foot connected with an inside crescent kick.
"Woah, that bag has never done anything to you." It was McGarret and god only knew how the man had found him. He delivered another vicious jab, before turning to his partner.
"No, it hasn't. But it is a good substitute. Aren't you supposed to be in the hospital." Danny peeled off his gloves, threw them to the side just in time to catch the towel Steve hurled at him.
A simple shrug was his only reply and Danny rolled his eyes. Typical that Steve would flee from the hospital, it wasn't the first time he had done it. Wouldn't be the last time either. Steve slapped his shoulder, "C'mon take a shower. Kono and Chin are waiting at JJ's. We've got a successful bust to celebrate."
Danny took one last look back at the still swinging punching bag and sighed. He could always come back tomorrow. For now he has something better to do.
The End