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A/N: Hey, guys! Damn, it's been a while. Sorry, the break was a little longer than I planned but I got caught up in RL and other stories. Anyway, THTH is back and there will be updates (hopefully) on every Monday.
This season is a real bitch to write, to be honest, but I'll try my best. I hope you'll like it.
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Danny knocks on the door because the last time he tried to walk into the house without any warning he found himself intimately close with the barrel of Kono's gun and Koa almost bit his calf.
He learned his lesson, thank you very much.
"What do you want?" Kono mumbles sleepily as she steps aside to let him in.
"Morning, sunshine," Danny grins, heading towards the kitchen. "I want breakfast. And coffee. The order is up to you, I'm not picky."
"Breakfast?" Kono rubs her eyes, leaning against the counter. "It's 5:30."
"It's all your fault, babe." Danny shrugs, reaching for a coffee mug. "You've been avoiding me in the last two days so you left me with no other choice. I want waffles, by the way."
"Sir, yes, sir." Kono gives him a sloppy salute and a half-hearted glare before she starts to put together the requested food.
"What's with Koa?" Danny nods towards the front door. "He seems, uh, depressed."
"He hasn't moved from there since the night Steve was arrested." Kono sighs.
She doesn't add that she'd totally lie next to him if she thought she could get away with it.
But with the constant – and mostly ignored – visits from Chin and Danny she moved onto the couch instead because she just couldn't sleep in the bedroom without Steve being there.
"We're gonna get him out, you know that, right?" Danny nudges her shoulder gently.
"I want to see him, Danny." Kono says, quietly, pleadingly.
"It's not a good idea, babe." Danny shakes his head. "He's all scruffy and believe me, orange is so not his color."
Kono snorts at his words and puts a plate of waffles on the table.
"Eat." She commands. "I'm going upstairs to change. Try not to get yourself bitten in the ass."
Danny gives her retreating back a resentful look before he digs into his food with blissful groan.
Kono is a great cook actually, no matter how many times Chin tries to ruin this sentiment with his teasing comments about the few disasters that supposed to be food, but he really needs to get over it because those 'accidents' happened when she was like fifteen, learning how to cook, from him of all people, trying to prove that even if she was kind of a tomboy and the best surfer on the island she was still capable of putting together a decent meal.
And she really likes to cook, the same a way Steve likes to clean his guns in their basement armory or the bloody chamber, as Danny likes to call it. He doesn't have to know that Kono calls it an entirely different chamber, thanks to the times she helped Steve doing 'inventory' there.
Color her kinky.
Anyway, she finds cooking very relaxing, it shuts down her overworked brain and while she chops and stirs and hums some '80s rock song under her breath she completely decompress. And of course she can play with a lot of knives too as an added bonus. Danny calls it a fetish but he devours the food she puts before him with those appreciative little sounds from the back of his throat and Kono's itching to point out that she isn't the only fetishist in this relationship.
By the time he is finished with his breakfast, Kono is walking down the stairs, wearing a pink bikini and one of Steve's shirt.
"I have to go now, but we are not finished." He points a finger at her with a serious expression. "And for the love of God, eat something. I don't want your worse half to tear me a new one because I didn't look after you."
"Yes, mother." Kono drawls, rolling her eyes but she still leans in to kiss his cheek before pushing him out of the house.
After she closes the door, she presses her back against it, sliding down to the floor and Koa moves immediately, placing his head on her thigh, his nose burrowing into her shirt. They stay like that for a while; surrounded by Steve's scent and the almost unbearable stillness of the house.
"I miss him too." Kono whispers, patting Koa's head.
She curls her fingers around Steve's dog tags and their wedding rings she's wearing on a ball-chain and tries to breathe despite the painful emptiness inside her chest. It's been only a week but she's not sure how long she can go on without breaking down completely.
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"You got any leads on Wo Fat?" Steve asks after looking around.
"Uh, no. Nothing, yet." Danny answers, averting his gaze.
"How's…" Steve trails off, looking conflicted for a moment. "How's she?"
"Anger-baking." Danny offers. "I tried to tell her that the smuggling metal files, hand grenades or chainsaws in baked goods method only ever worked in DuckTales but she didn't listen, I think. Man, Chin and I are definitely going to get fat because we need to eat all the stuff before she does something reckless. Oh, and she washed and ironed all of your cargo pants. I have to say, you owe quite a collection, my friend."
"You didn't answer my question." Steve glares at him.
"How do you think she is, huh?" Danny snaps but lowers his voice a moment later, leaning closer to the glass, whispering into the speaker angrily. "Her husband is in prison for murder and she lost her badge with a good chance of never getting it back."
"I – I just…fuck." Steve's voice breaks and he looks lost and miserable.
"Hey, I know." Danny hurries to reassure because he hates to see his friend like this. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have…look, don't worry about her, okay? Chin and I are keeping an eye on her and your hellhound makes breaking into the Pope's bedroom look easier than walking into your house without permission."
"Thank you." Steve smiles at him weakly. "How's your family? How's Rachel? She's getting the morning sickness yet?"
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"Hey." Kono greets Chin and Danny with a pissed off look.
"What are you doing here?" Chin asks, surprised.
"What am I – are you fucking kidding me?" Kono shouts at him. "When did you want to tell me that my husband got stabbed and then he escaped, huh? What the hell does he think he's doing?"
"Hey, hey, calm down." Danny steps between them. "He's going after Wo Fat."
"Of course. Okay, so we have to help him." Kono looks determined.
"You are not carrying a badge anymore, Kono." Chin takes back the wallet from her. "I can't guarantee HPD back up."
"I don't care." Kono snaps stubbornly. "He is my husband and I'd do anything for him so don't even try to stop me. I don't need HPD anyway, you guys are my back up."
"Definitely been married to McGarrett too long." Danny lets out an amused laugh.
"Nah, unfortunately, she was born this way." Chin glances at Danny with a wry smile.
"Okay, so do we have a plan or what?" Kono rolls her eyes at them. "Because I really want to get my man back in one piece."
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"Have you lost your mind?" Danny flails his hands around.
"What choice did I have, Danny?" Steve snaps back angrily.
"What choice did you have?" Danny throws back the question mockingly. "Not causing your wife a heart attack for starters! What choice – what does that even mean?"
"Shh! Shh!" Chin puts a hand on Danny's shoulder to calm him down before he turns towards Steve. "You all right?"
"Thank you for asking, Chin. Yeah, I'm all right. Thanks to Max." Steve answers, still glaring at Danny. "Where's Kono? Is she okay?"
"Mahalo for calling." Chin glances at Max then looking back at Steve. "Kono is fine, she went after Wo Fat's lapdog."
"I want to talk to her." Steve extends his hand. "Give me your phone."
"I don't think that's a good idea." Chin shakes his head. "You can call her later."
"Okay." Steve agrees reluctantly. "Anybody followed you guys?"
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"I'm more worried about my car, okay?" Danny glances at Steve.
"Okay," Steve nods, not convinced at all. "I, uh, I wanted to say thank you for looking after Kono."
"You don't have to thank me anything." Danny shakes his head. "She is my friend too and I, uh, felt very bad that I couldn't get her out of the island when you asked me, but the IA guys took her in before I could open my mouth."
"I know, Danny." Steve sighs, trying to find a remotely comfortable position on the small backseat. "I shouldn't have asked that from you anyway."
"Oh, really?" Danny raises an amused brow. "And why is that?"
"Because she'd never leave, no matter what and I realized that I'm holding her back because I want to keep her safe and there's a good chance that she's gonna leave me if I keep on doing that."
"Wow." Danny laughs. "What made you this insightful? The stabbing or the blood loss? Because I'm tempted to try it out next time you act like a Neanderthal animal."
"Shut up, Danno." Steve grumbles and closes his eyes.
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"Hey, what you got?" Chin answers his phone.
"Hey, I got your lapdog. But so far, no sign of Wo Fat." Kono says. "Did you talk to Steve? Is he okay?"
"Yeah, he's fine, don't worry." Chin reassures her. "Max patched him up."
"Can I talk to him?" Kono asks hopefully.
"Later, okay?" Chin says. "Call me when you get a hit."
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"Tell me, Mrs. McGarrett what are you doing here?" Wo Fat asks. "It can't be official business, you're suspended."
"So you know who I am." Kono drawls, tilting her chin up defiantly. "Is that supposed to intimidate me?"
"No, that's their job. I'm just a businessman." Wo Fat looks at her thoughtfully. "But I can see now why Commander McGarrett is very fond of you. It's a shame he isn't very good at protecting what belongs to him."
"I'm capable of protecting myself." Kono says calmly. "If you don't think I'm dangerous too, you haven't been paying attention. But let's talk about business instead. Tell me, what are you selling to Kurt Hauff?"
"The Japanese have a saying, Iwanu ga hana. Not speaking is the flower." Wo Fat nods at his bodyguard. "Good day, Mrs. McGarrett."
Kono feels the dread slowly climbing up along her spine while Wo Fat's man drags her off the boat and forces her into a car's trunk. She has a suspicion that she isn't taken for a joyride and on top of that she left her phone in her car.
Now what?
Fuck.
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"Hey, where's, uh, where's Kono anyway?" Danny looks at Chin after the Vice Governor leaves.
"I don't know." Chin shakes his head. "She was supposed to check in an hour ago."
"What?" Steve snaps, looking feral. "She missed her check in and you didn't tell me?"
"Hey, calm down." Danny waves at him. "I'm sure she's fine."
"Don't 'calm down' me, Danny." Steve grunts, vibrating with tension. "Come on, we have to find her."
Before they can move, Chin's phone starts to ring and when he picks it up, Kono's voice fills the small room.
"Chin, you have to get to Ko'Olina Marina, pier 49. That's where Wo Fat is." Kono says a little out of breath, urgency clear in her tone. "The deal's going down now. Once it's done, he's gonna disappear."
Steve's already in motion, snatching the phone out of Chin's hand on his way out.
"Hey, keiki, are you okay? Did they hurt you?" He rushes out the words anxiously.
"Mano…" Kono breathes into the speaker. "I'm fine, don't worry, I'm okay. What about you?"
"I'm good. Meet you at the marina, okay?" Steve lets out a relieved sigh, getting into the car.
"I'm on my way." She promises.
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Later, Danny is pushing their guy towards Chin's car and Steve rushes over to Kono, pulling her into his arms, burying his face in her neck, inhaling deeply.
"Steve, oh God, Steve…" Kono babbles, her fingers tightening in his hair, pulling his head back to press her mouth against his.
He kisses her with the edge of desperation, stroking a thumb behind the shell of her ear – his favorite patch of skin – reveling in the way her breath hitches and her body presses instinctively closer to his.
"Hey, Riggs, Lorna, are you done?" Danny's irritated voice snaps behind them.
Steve reluctantly breaks the kiss, taking a small step back. That's when he notices the ball-chain around her neck and he swallows hard to get rid of the heavy feeling stuck in his throat because he knows what hangs on the chain underneath her top. The air suddenly thickens around him, his heartbeat picks up and he violently wishes to be at home and alone with her.
"You know that this means, you are Murtaugh, right?" Kono shoots back teasingly.
"I know, babe, I know." Danny sighs. "Believe me, I'm getting too old for this shit. And by shit, I mean you two getting frisky where I can see you."
"You are hilarious." Steve says wryly. "And don't call her babe."
"Wait, does that mean that Chin is Trish?" Kono bursts out laughing.
"I, uh, I think I'm gonna ride with Chin instead." Danny gives them a disapproving look. "Don't wreck my car, please."
"We'll try." Kono winks.
"What's this?" Steve suddenly lifts up her hands, his expression darkening when he takes in the bruises on her wrists. "You said you were okay."
"I'm fine." Kono huffs. "They just tied me up."
"Just?" Steve almost growls.
"And they also put me in a trunk." Kono shrugs. "No big deal. Can we go now?"
"Yeah." Steve brushes his lips over the bruises gently before he lets go of her arms, stepping away with a frown. "We'll talk about this later."
"Oh, joy." Kono rolls her eyes and gets into the car.
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It's late at night when they finally manage to get home but they still find Koa waiting for them by the door, making happy little noises at the back of his throat, jumping up and down excitedly when Steve steps in.
"Hey, buddy." He laughs, squatting down to greet his dog. "Yeah, yeah, I missed you too."
"Okay, enough." Kono smiles at them fondly. "It's time for sleep; you must be exhausted."
"Sleep?" Steve raises a confused brow at her.
"Yeah, sleep. You need it." She nods sternly.
Steve straightens, stepping into her personal space and brushes his hip against Kono's, seeking her mouth for a kiss. She inhales sharply as their lips meet, her hands tightening on Steve's back, pulling him closer. Tongues meet, scraping against each other as they move by mutual consent out of the living room and towards the stairs.
"You really need sleep," Kono mutters, as they break apart to move upstairs.
"That's not what your body is saying to me." Steve slides his fingers between hers and pulls.
"My body is an idiot. You can't listen to it and I've tried my whole life to ignore it," Kono argues but she lets him pull her upstairs without physical resistance.
"I think your body could be a genius." He grins dirtily.
"Steve, seriously, you need sleep." Kono laughs. "You must be exhausted."
"I need you." Steve curls his fingers into the front of her denim shorts. "Just you…until you're the only thing I can think about and then maybe – maybe then I can sleep."
"Okay." She sighs.
They struggle out of their clothes quickly, the need to feel the other's naked skin thrumming in their veins. Kono pushes him on his back, straddling his hips, sliding down on him with a shuddering breath. She lowers her head, taking his mouth in a hard kiss, thrusting her tongue in with familiarity and ease, she explores, conquers, and sooths in the same kiss, sliding her hands up on his arms until their fingers tangle together. She starts to rock against him, their wedding rings trapped between their bodies on the chain, rubbing against their skin with each move they make.
"I love having you with me like this." Kono murmurs, eyes dark, her pupils blown wide. "Love it."
"Keep your eyes open, keiki." Steve orders, lifting his hips and starts to meet her for each thrust. "Yeah, that's it. I love watching you come; nothing is better."
Kono shudders above him, clutching at him with needy hands, her thighs trembling around his hips and Steve finds himself torn between it lasting forever and it ending soon because he feels as if he might die if something doesn't give.
"Steve…" Kono whines, her body tensing up.
"It's okay," Steve sooths, pulling her down to kiss her lips softly. "I've got you… it's just you and me. Don't hold back. Come for me, baby."
Gasping, Kono gives into his demand, hissing as he falls apart with her. She collapses on top of him, burying her face in the side of his neck, and takes a deep breath that seems to shatter something in her because it ends in a small sound that's filled with desperation and relief.
Steve sneaks his fingers in her hair and holds her close as they both relax, trying to ignore the way his wife shakes in his arms and the wetness that gathers against his neck where Kono's face is pressed because it's just fucking breaks his heart all over again.
"I love you," Steve whispers, fingers sliding up and down along her spine soothingly. "I love you and I'm so very sorry that I made you worry. It's okay, we are okay now."
"I love you." Kono shudders and presses closer. "Don't ever do this to me again."
They fall asleep like that.