FOR: JJ

Fandom: Hawaii Five – 0

Prompt: Steve/Chin, Lying and Being Disrespectful

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"Chin," I hear my cousin Kono call after me and I know I must not have kept my face as impassive as I had thought. I turned to look at her and she flashed me a nervous grin, "Just don't kill him, yeah?"

I shoot her back a strained smiled because I have no intentions of killing one Steven Jay McGarrett though by the time I'm done with him, he might just wish I had. It's been a long day coupled with a long week. The last thing I needed was the disrespect he's been dishing my way.

As I leave exit to the stairway that'll lead me to the first floor so I can leave I can hear Detective Danny (Danno if you're Steve) Williams asking my cousin, "He's not really gonna kill him…right?"

I don't know how she answered but in my mind I can just hear Kono giggling nervously as she responds with an 'of course not'. Once she's sure Danny's out of hearing range she'll add under her breath 'I hope'.

As I said though, I have no intention of killing him. I plan on reprimanding him until his ears ring, sure. I even have plans to make sure that sitting is that last thing he's gonna want to do. Which reminds me, first I need to go home and grab the wooden spoon that Steve grew up hating…and maybe even fearing.

As I drive I let my mind drift back to when Steve was fourteen and a freshman in high school. As the youngest person in his class he often felt the need to prove himself; not that I blamed him. At fourteen he was scrawny and he wouldn't really get his form until that summer.

Steve had taken to looking up to me, something that I was well aware of and did my best to live up to. His mom came to me and said that she and her Steve's dad, her husband, had tried everything to get Steve back on track. Would I, please, be willing to talk to him? They, though her husband, my partner, wouldn't admit it, were desperate and afraid he'd fall onto the wrong side of things.

I did the best I could. I made sure to almost always be over at the McGarrett residence. I called him on his behavior and did my best to show him how to act. We thought I was making progress until one day he wouldn't even listen to me. The disrespect he showed then was even to the disrespect he showed now.

His dad had gotten embarrassed, apologized to me and then told his son to go to his room; he'd be up there soon. Steve shot a 'whatever' back at his dad and I got upset. His dad was an amazing person, complicated and he didn't deserve the disrespect his son was showing.

I had grabbed Steve's arm, smiled back at his upset parents, and asked them to excuse us. I marched him into the kitchen, grabbed the first wooden spoon I found (trust me when I say it packs a sting without doing damage), and marched him to his room.

He wasn't given a chance to protest before I had him over my knee and bared and started to bring the wooden spoon down upon his backside. He was shocked and embarrassed and I think that the fact that I was the one who spanked him proved more of a point then if it'd been his parents.

After that incident we only had one other; usually a warning look or word was enough to bring him to a halt. Not so today.

I shake my head to clear the thoughts of the past. Right now it's about the present. I have a job to do; one I don't like any more now than I did then. But someone's got to do it and considering Steve (and his sister Mary) is now orphans well…I guess that job falls to me. Here I go…

THE END

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WRITTEN FOR: 5/31/11

WRITTEN ON: 6/4/11