A/N: Happy Friday…God I can't believe it's already Friday… This week just flew by! Hope you all had a wonderful week! Happy Reading.
Prompts 176 to 180
176. Pick a favourite character from literature, then imagine him/her/ it at your family's dinner table during the holidays.
"Just go with it," Danny whispered to Steve as Steve watched Charlie with intrigue and amusement.
"Hey Charlie, what are you saving the world from?" Steve asked.
"I'm not Charlie, I'm Steve Rodgers: Captain America!" The child cried and jumped from his seat.
"And I'm Elizabeth Bennet just waiting for Mr. Darcy to not be such a douchebag," Grace grumbled sarcastically.
"Wait what?" Steve asked in confusion.
"He made up a game," Grace sighed. "And being the amazing, super supportive, big sister that I am, and the reason he knows who half these people are, I am playing along."
"And I appreciate you for it," Danny said and smile.
"Except it's turning into a terribly disconnected fanfiction and my sensibilities are not okay with it," Grace grumbled. "In what world would Steve Rodgers and Elizabeth Bennet meet?" She asked with exasperation.
"What world indeed," Danny chuckled.
"What the hell is fanfiction?" Steve asked still confused.
"Fanfiction is exactly what it sounds like Uncle Steve. It's when fans of a certain story or show, or whatever, decide they are going to make up stories about said show or movie or group of characters. You can put people into different worlds if you want, bring groups together, or just fix plot holes or whole plots that you just don't like."
"And it's considered literature?" Steve asked as his face twisted in discontent and misunderstanding.
"Sure, a lot of people support fanfiction for it's writing and encouragement of the language skills it promotes, other are assholes about it, but to each his own. In my mind Charlie's fantasy world of Captain America meeting Jane Austen's Elizabeth Bennet just wouldn't work out but for him, it's a thing and so I will encourage it." Grace explained.
"I like it," Steve said after a long moment of contemplation. "Who can I be Charlie?"
"You have to pick yourself," Charlie answered. "Who is your favourite fictional character from all of literature."
"I would have to say Ian Fleming's James Bond," Steve answered. "Not the movies adaptation but the books."
"Then you get to be James Bond."
"At least he's a Brit," Grace said with a snort of derision.
"You gonna play along too Danno?" Charlie asked.
"I'll narrate if you want me to," Danny said, "but I really have to make you dinner."
"Okay, that sounds great, you come up with a scenario and we will provide the conversations," Charlie said.
"Yeah, Danno, come on and give us a scenario where Elizabeth Bennet, James Bond and Captain America meet keeping in mind that they are all from different time periods though Bond and Cap are much closer in their time lines," Grace said and shot her father an intrigued look.
"I understand that many people in your fanfictions have modernized Miss Bennet, so in this world. Bond and Cap are joining together to stop the notorious Miss Bennet and her evil gang of aristocratic women from selling spy secrets and weapons to the Russian," Danny created from his place at the counter with his vegetable ready for chopping. "How's that for a scenario Gracie?" He asked with a wink.
"I like it," Charlie said excitedly, "Don't forget Uncle Steve, you're British you have to do the accent and everything!"
"I'm Bond, James Bond," Steve said with a wink.
"Captain Steve Rodgers, at your service sir," Charlie saluted.
"Oh brother," Grace said with a shake of her head and a sigh.
177. List five favourite smells, and what they remind you of.
"Home," Danny said as he inhaled deeply.
"It smells like herbs and bleach," Steve said and turned his nose up.
"The bleach is because I cleaned all day and the herbs are because Nona taught me to make cleaners out of herbs to cover up the harsh chemical smells." Danny retorted.
"Isn't that counter intuitive?" Steve asked in confusion.
"Some things just need a good bleaching, Steven, otherwise I save tones of money making my own cleaning products," Danny said.
"It's the old world at work in the new!" Steve said with a laugh.
"You're damn right it is, and rightly so, I need a sparkling clean house for Charlie and I trust the natural products more than I do the chemical cleansers that are out on the market."
"But you'll bleach the shit out of the place like it's a crime scene?" Steve asked.
"Hell yes, I have two children, one of which is a teenage girl, have you seen my bathroom?"
"Touche!"
178. Write an Internet dating profile for a character in a story. Where does he or she lie or exaggerate?
"Seriously though, I can do this the old fashioned way," Steve groaned as Danny, Kono and Chin sat in front of the computer in Chin's office.
"Long walks on the beach, shouldn't that be long swims to keep up with my dolphin training?" Danny asked mockingly and ignored Steve's protests.
"We don't want to give away his actual identity!" Kono said with a dismissive wave. "This isn't his actual dating profile, it's his cover."
"Again, I could do this myself!" Steve protested.
"Where's the fun in that, besides if we let you do that, we would be dealing with the same Steve cover that you use all the time and frankly our baddies are getting smart to you. Who long do you expect them to fall for it?" Kono asked.
"Fine. Whatever. Just don't make me into a moron," Steve huffed and left the office to pout.
"Now he knows how I feel every time he sends me in to be a bimbo or a bombshell," Kono said with tones of triumph.
"He can be so sexist when it comes to your covers," Chin said sympathetically to his cousin.
"Let's make him a stupid beach bum!" Danny said with a laugh.
"Let's make him blond, but like stereotypically blond," Chin added.
"Let's make him the moron he's pouting about," Kono finished with a giggle.
"Done, do your worst Kono Kalakaua, this is your time to shine!" Danny said and sat back to watch the magic unfold.
179. You look out the window and discover a body floating face down in your pool.
"I swear, I just got here and hour ago. I've been in California all week and that is the first thing I notice when I got back," the frantic woman cried as the Five-Os, HPD, the forensics team and the coroners office flooded into her home.
"I believe you, but there is a body in the pool, so we do have to treat this as the crimes scene that it is," Danny said calmly to the woman.
"But do I have to stay to watch this?" She asked hysterically.
"Yes ma'am, I'm afraid you do. Until we can clear you and make sure you haven't contaminated the crime scene you're unfortunately a suspect."
"Dear God, I turned on the lights. That's all I did."
"Did you notice anything odd when you arrived?" Danny asked.
"Yes, the body in my pool!" She yelled.
"I mean in the house, with the security system?" Danny asked.
"The house is fine, the pool is the crime scene," she answered angrily.
"Have you been upstairs?" Chin asked as he returned.
"No."
"The crime scene is upstairs," Chin whispered to Danny.
"Ma'am, I'm going to need you to step aside, with these fine officers, and just hold on for a moment. You've done the right thing by calling us, but now, I'm afraid, we have to cordon off this whole area," Danny said as he walked with the frantic woman to the group off officers by the gate. "They will take you to the station if you would prefer not being here."
"Am I under arrest?" She asked frantically.
"No ma'am, but if you do not cooperate with this investigation I will have means to arrest you. Please, if you don't want to watch this, go to the station, or better yet, the Hale and wait for Five-O to return to question you. Unfortunately, you will not be able to return to this house until this matter is settled."
"Where am I supposed to go?" She asked tearfully.
"For now, with the officers, after that, if you don't have family or friends that can help you out, we will set you up in a hotel."
"Thank you," she said with a sigh on the side of sarcastic. "All I wanted to do was come home from my business trip and now look, more hotels for me." She added but walked off with the police officers.
"I don't blame her for being upset," Chin said when they had been left alone.
"Me either, but that's the way the cookie crumbles in this business, and hell, she could be lying through her teeth," Danny said as he walked to where his nephew was working. "Take a crew into the house, Chin will lead you to the primary scene," he ordered.
"Right Oh, Uncle D," Eric said with a mock solute and whistled to his teammates. "Lead the way Chin."
180. Someone is following you. Who is it? What does the person want?
"What the hell Steve?" Danny asked angrily as he caught his partner following him through the early morning farmers market. "It's Saturday, it's the weekend, and Rosie is on Furlough. Why are you following us?"
"Can't a guy come to the market on a Saturday morning to get fresh local produce and support the local farmers?" Steve asked defensively. "It's a small island, Daniel, there are only a few markets to choose from and I come here all the time."
"Sure, that's not the issue. Why are you sneaking around when you know you're following Rosie and I, and the kids?"
"I just saw you. I didn't even know you were here."
"Bullshit!"
"Danny, I'm shocked and hurt that you would think I would do something like follow you around a farmers market just to be creepy."
"Okay, benefit of the doubt, what are you here for?" Danny asked suspiciously.
"Avocados," Steve answered.
"Really, there are avocados right at the entrance. You walked right by them."
"You know how fussy avocados are. I'll buy them last so that they don't go bad on me before I even leave the market."
"Valid," Danny said and sighed as Rosie brought the kids back around to where he was.
"Hi Steve!" Charlie cheered.
"Hey bud, what's up?"
"The sky," the child answered with a giggle.
"So perceptive bud," Steve laughed.
"Taking in the market, are we Steven?" Rosie asked with a wink.
"Yeah, avocados," Steve answered with a laugh.
"Save those until last," Grace said with a nod. "Because avocados are the angsty teenagers of the fruit world. 'I'm not ready. I'm not ready! Okay I'm ready! You're too late!'," She finished in her best, most convincing, impression of herself and her friends.
"So true!" Steve burst with laughter.
"So what else are you looking for?" Danny asked impatiently.
"I heard that Kamekona wasn't going to be here this weekend, so I figured this would be the one weekend to buy other products and not get in trouble," Steve confessed.
"Same," Rosie laughed. "Do you come here often?"
"Every weekend, and most of the time I leave with only Kamekona's newest creation. It's a bit unnerving," Steve answered. "There are so many other venders and I always feel so guilty if I pick up something else. At least the avocados are on the way out so that Kamekona is none the wiser."
"So you sneak around the farmers market on purpose?" Danny asked at the realization of his friends revelation.
"You know the guilt trip I'd get if Kamekona caught me. It's just second nature now," Steve confessed.
"Kamekona doesn't sell fresh produce, you shouldn't feel guilty for buying things like that," Grace commented.
"I know I shouldn't but I do because of the look on his face if he sees me with reusable bags full of other stuff before I even get to his stand. I've even handed over fresh stuff like I bought it for him to use on the truck," Steve said.
"You're a good friend Steve," Rosie laughed. "But you shouldn't feel so bad. Get all that you want here and support whomever you please. Kamekona's a big boy, he should know that you support him and anyone else that might grace your presence and become your friend. And enjoy your Avocados," she added with a giggle.
"Thanks for the pep-talk Rosie," Steve smiled. "And I will."
"Have a great weekend Uncle Steve," Charlie waved as the group began to head deeper into the market.
"I'm sorry about before," Danny said as he paused. "We still on for dinner tonight?"
"Of course," Steve winked. "I'm making an avocado salad."
"That is call guacamole," Danny countered with a wave.
"Good-bye Daniel," Steve huffed a laugh and retreated in the other direction.