Pehea wau i ʻike ai i kou makuahine
Based on the characters and stories of Hawaii Five-0.
Hawaii Five-0 is owned by CBS and their respective creators.
The incessant buzzing of the old alarm clock was getting on his last nerve. Steve blindly smacked at it until he found the snooze button. He knocked the clock over for good measure. He stretched and rolled over to the warmth on the other side of the bed. Beautiful. Steve didn't even have to open his eyes to know how flawless she looked in the morning. Although he hadn't been with that many women, he knew that Catherine - first thing in the morning - was bar none. It was almost unfair to the rest of the female species.
Sleep was the one thing they barely did that night. After reacquainting with one another in the shower and round one in bed, the idea of leaving the bed, much less the house, went out the window. They had snacked on protein bars in between ravaging one another's bodies for hours. Catherine lazily smiled as Steve rolled over and bumped her nose with his. His morning voice was somewhat of a growl and even in her sleepy state, it sent skittering pinpricks across her body. "Mmmm." He wiggled his hand under the covers until he found her ass, "Morning, Lieutenant."
Catherine laid nose to nose with him as her toes curled, "Morning, Commander." She smiled as the memories of last night played through her mind.
"You know…" He murmured as he licked his lips. "I think...I owe you dinner." Steve curled his fingers around the curve of her ass and gave it a gentle squeeze.
She nodded as her hands worked their way through the sheets and found his bicep. "Yeah…" She swallowed as she felt his breath on her lips. "Somehow we just never...quite… make it… to dinner." She dodged his kiss as she teased him.
Steve raised up on his forearm while his other hand pulled her underneath his body. "We had dinner in Coronado."
"Uh, no. We had reservations in Coronado." She corrected as her hands wandered across the sinuous lines of his pecs. Her joke earned a smirk and hushed laugh from Steve. She snaked her leg around his as he pulled her up against his chest.
He lowered his lips back against hers as he whispered, "You know we, uh, both have the day off today. We could have breakfast on the beach."
"Or…"
Steve studied her face and realized the offer was just too good to pass up. "Or…." He smirked and pulled her in for a kiss. Morning breath be damned. Two seconds in and he was ready to go. He laid Catherine back on the bed and kissed the corner of her mouth. Her cheek. Her jaw. Her neck. That spot behind her ear that drove her crazy.
Catherine gasped in pleasure, "I…." Her bliss was shattered when she felt a buzzing under the sheets. "I think I'm vibrating."
He pulled back and stared at her in shock and absolute arousal. Steve grinned - the kind where he just couldn't believe how lucky he was to have her in bed. No - how lucky he was to have her in his life. Catherine Rollins was an enigma. He dipped back down and latched his mouth onto hers. His tongue pressed against her lips until she finally let him in. Impatient, he quickly abandoned her mouth and kissed down the opposite side of her neck, to her clavicle, almost to-
"No. I think I'm actually vibrating." Catherine dug around in the sheets and looked at the phone before showing it to him. "There goes your day off." She groaned.
Steve flopped back on the bed. "Shit." He gritted his teeth and answered the call. "McGarrett." He tried his best to focus on the call but with Catherine's hands ghosting over his quads - Oh God. He stifled a moan and locked eyes with her. She smirked and shrugged innocently. "Yes, Governor. I'll be there in twenty….five minutes."
As soon as Catherine saw him toss the phone aside, she didn't waste a second in scrambling over the bed and straddling his hips. Steve opened his mouth, most likely to say he had to go, but she filled it with a kiss as she eased herself onto him.
Steve pulled away from the kiss, "Cath. I gotta-" He groaned in ecstasy as he felt their bodies connect.
She leaned over and whispered, "I'll be quick."
He gripped her hips as they moved together and smirked, "That's what you said about the shower last night."
"And it WAS a quick shower." She grinned as she squeezed the muscles of his shoulders.
"Followed by a lot of-" His words got lost in a throaty groan. He gripped her hips hard enough that he knew she'd have a bruise or two tomorrow. A crushing wave of pleasure roared across his body as he slumped back into the bed. "Fuck." He exhaled as he caught his breath.
Catherine smirked as she rolled back to her side of the bed. "Told you I'd make it quick." She glanced at the time on her phone. "You've got… seventeen minutes."
Steve's eyes darted over asking the silent question if she was insane or not. His gaze turned into a quiet laugh as he sat up and shrugged off the covers. "Whatever the governor wants, the second it's over I'm hauling you back up those stairs and not letting you out of this room."
She tugged the covers back over her body and shivered at the loss of body heat. "You still owe me dinner."
"I'll pony up. I promise." He leaned over and pecked her lips as he pulled on a fresh t-shirt. "Mary's around somewhere but I haven't seen her in a couple days so I think she's, uh, out with friends or something. You know where the spare key is, yeah?" Steve brushed her hair away from her face, "Stay as long as you want, just lock the door behind you when you let yourself out."
Catherine nodded. "Yeah."
"I'm sorry about this, Cath." He hurried into the bathroom to freshen up before pulling on his trusty combat boots. One more kiss and he was at the door, "I'll call you later, okay?"
"Stay safe, Sailor." She called after him.
Catherine laid in Steve's bed. She considered rummaging through his sock drawer, because even though she had known Steve McGarrett for something like ten years, he was still a mystery to her. She shook the idea out of her head. No. She wasn't going to be that kind of girlfriend. Her heart dropped. She wasn't his girlfriend at all….
The rumbling of her stomach curbed her melancholy. She wanted food and lots of it. Catherine stared across the room at the pile of clothes on the bathroom floor. She was the neat freak type, but there had been no time for tidying up after she'd undressed for her shower. Deciding against throwing on her day-old uniform or pulling something out of her bag, she grabbed Steve's button up off of the floor and slipped in on over her shoulders.
She closed her eyes and enjoyed the fragrance of cedar and gunpowder as the shirt drowned her slim torso. She stood up and judged just how far it came down her thighs. Alright. It's a pants optional look. After all, she only intended to run downstairs and grab something to stave off the hunger before she took herself out for some pancakes and a little retail therapy.
Catherine crossed through the entryway as she buttoned up the oversized shirt. A quick detour to the bathroom and then she'd find something to eat. She reached for the door handle that led to the downstairs bath as she let out a silent prayer that Steve had more in his kitchen than protein powder and MREs. "Oh!" Catherine shrieked and jumped back as another woman appeared on the other side of the door. "Hi." The draft from the open door was an unpleasant reminder that she was, in fact, not wearing pants. Mary. This must be Mary. Judging from the fact that Steve likened her to a teenage delinquent, Catherine was shocked that she was dressed and ready to go out at nine in the morning. "Um… Steve had to leave for work and he said that I should just let myself out… So… um… You must be-"
"The sister." Mary had a rather amused look as she watched Steve's booty call squirm under the awkwardness. She wasn't about to let this go to waste. "I'm Mary. I'm just visiting from L.A." She nodded as they stared at one another. "So, big night last night!"
"Hm?" Catherine cocked her head.
Mary smirked, "Old house… thin walls."
Catherine covered her face to hide the red that flooded across her cheeks, "Oh God!"
"Yeah, you said that A LOT." She laughed as she leaned against the doorframe.
"That's embarrassing." She cringed as she looked down at her bare feet. Suddenly she was thankful that Steve and Mary were apparently not close at all.
Mary shrugged, "Don't sweat it. I just broke up with my boyfriend so I plan on having a lot of guys over soon." She gave Catherine a once-over as she brushed by, "So it'll be a fair fight."
Catherine turned and watched her walk away before dipping into the bathroom. A few minutes later, she hurried back up the stairs, stomach growling, to put on some respectable attire. As she made her way back down the stairs, Mary flopped down on the living room couch. "I'm… I'm sorry about earlier. That's um. I don't have siblings so I don't really know, but… awkward." She grimaced.
"Don't worry about it." Mary dismissed the discomfort with a wave of her hand. "My brother still thinks I'm a kid. He's kind of a prude if you haven't noticed."
She stifled a laugh. The idea of Steve being a prude was…. ridiculous! God, the things that man could do to Catherine's body… Just the notion had her aroused. "I'm really sorry for your loss." Catherine blurted out.
Mary rolled her eyes. "I grieved his death in '92 when he sent us away. This is just an all-expenses paid vacation for me courtesy of the HPD."
Catherine couldn't tell whether Mary's sudden coldness was a true statement or just a defense mechanism to delay the feelings she didn't want to deal with. Either way, the emotional dissonance meant she was definitely related to Steve. "It was, um… It was nice meeting you. Maybe I'll see you around again."
"Maybe with pants on next time." Mary grinned as she watched Catherine disappear through the front door.
Food. Shopping. Find somewhere to freshen up and change into her uniform before she had to report to Pearl. Her forty-eight hour leave had ended, but Commander Jameson had assigned her a week's worth of work at the Pearl Harbor Naval Operations Center coordinating projects between the base and her unit on board the Enterprise.
Catherine: Met your sister. Things went sideways. Wasn't wearing pants. I'm blaming you.
She sent the text to Steve before tucking her phone back into her pocket and continuing her stroll down Kalakaua Avenue. Coral fabric in a shop window caught her eye. She leaned on the glass and studied the dress. Sure, it was a splurge, but endless months on an aircraft carrier had her aching to feel and look like a woman again. Maybe if she bought the dress, she thought, she'd keep from ripping Steve's clothes off just long enough for them to actually make it to dinner when she got off duty.
Steve glanced down at his phone as he and Danny hopped out of the car and strolled into the club. He was irritated that his day with Catherine had been shot, but honestly, he couldn't complain. Seeing her again… sleeping with her again had put him in such a great mood that nothing - not even Danny's sour attitude, could ruin his day.
He leaned against the bar as he waited for the bartender to bring back their Longboards. Catherine had met Mary and her description of 'sideways' was most likely an understatement. Steve had never introduced his sister to a girl and knowing how unhinged she was in everyday life meant that she had probably come at Catherine with her claws out. And then there was the fact that Catherine hadn't been wearing pants. Funny, yes. Hella sexy, absolutely.
"Looks like this place has got eyes on you." Danny studied the two women in the corner who were staring at Steve like he was the last pair of size seven Louboutins at a sample sale. Damn. The brunette had legs for days and the blonde had curves like the Jersey Turnpike.
Steve rolled his eyes, "Would you focus, please? Just - just once. Just focus-"
"Wait a minute. Let me ask you a question. Two very attractive ladies are eye-humping you, uh, respectfully, and what? Nothing?" He stared at Steve as if he had lost his mind. "Nothing? What- should I check for a pulse? You alive? Hello?" Steve just smirked and turned to scout the bar for their suspect. Danny grinned and pointed his finger at Steve's coy smile, "Wha- what is that? What is that smile?"
"What smile?" Steve shrugged.
Danny grinned as they made their way through the crowd, "That stupid smile. I mean, wha- what is with you today? Huh?"
Steve shoved his hand in his pocket and took another swig of his beer. "You're imagining things."
"Oh, I'm imagining things. That's right." The lightbulb in his brain flashed as they got to the top of the stairs. Danny smirked, "Wait a minute. Some detective I am… You got into some Barry White last night, didn't you?" He rounded the corner and stood beside Steve, "Huh? Am I right or am I right?"
He lingered before they entered the VIP lounge. "You're very perceptive." Might as well throw Danny a bone before they waste any more time and lose their suspect. "Take a look at Casanova over there. Six 'o clock." And just like that, the game was afoot."
A body found by a tourist-filled submarine. A diplomat. A nightclub. A brothel. All looping around to a terrorist. This case went in more directions than a pee-wee football team. Exhaustion was creeping in on Steve, but it was the fourth quarter and time was running out. Exhaustion would just have to wait. He pulled the Camaro up behind the ambassador's car and hopped out to feel the tires.
"Government plates. It's him." Danny cut between the cars and rested on his cane.
Steve's hand drifted across the rubber, "Tires are still warm. Couldn't have gone too far." He stepped away and scanned the area. "Elison probably sent the ambassador in solo to make the swap, but he'll be nearby monitoring with a tac team to make sure it doesn't go bad. And you know what?" He checked his watch and dialed a number on his phone. "I may have a way to figure out where he's running surveillance from."
"Yeah, I figured you would." Danny's sarcasm leaked from his mouth as he leaned back on the hood of the Camaro. Having a torn ACL made him just a little crankier than usual which put him somewhere between a hungry toddler and a petulant teenager.
Steve pressed the phone to his ear, "You're gonna like this."
"I was wondering when you were gonna call." Catheriner's sweet voice sounded relaxed. Much unlike the last time he had called for her help. "You get in late last night?" He hadn't reached out to her after leaving the house abruptly Saturday morning, so she had decided to spare herself the awkwardness of running into Mary again and stayed with a friend on base.
"I, uh, I actually haven't been home yet."
Catherine cocked her hip and adjusted her bluetooth, "Interesting."
Steve shook his head, "No, no, no - it's not what it sounds like. I caught a high-priority case."
She smiled, "Okay. Why am I getting the feeling that you're about to ask me for another favor."
"Listen, I'll make it up to you, alright?" He turned his back to Danny, "You'll finally get that dinner and get to taste the best steak on the island."
Danny frowned, "Who are you talking to?"
Steve smirked at Danny as he heard Catherine's quiet laugh, "Alright, you got yourself a deal." She plopped down in her chair and rolled up to her computer. "What do you need?"
"PACOM has a satellite dedicated to Honolulu Harbor. Can you use it to run a scan on radio traffic?"
Her fingers flew over the keys as she accessed the satellite feed. "Yeah. What am I looking for?"
"A spread-spectrum signal in the 400 megahertz range. The type used by high-end surveillance gear." He kicked his shoe in the dirt as he rambled. His years in Naval Intelligence before he got accepted to the SEAL program were actually paying off.
Catherine stared at the screen as she scanned the feed. "Alright, one sec…"
"Thanks, Cath."
Danny nodded, "OH, Catherine. I shoulda known. That's who you were gettin' right with last night."
Steve shook his head at Danny as he waited for Catherine to give him an answer, "That's stunning detective work. Well done."
"You know, it's amazing. Now, she.. She catches bad guys for you and she sleeps with you. Does she cook too?"
Steve nodded. "Yes, she does. She's a great cook." Memories of eating dinner practically every night with Catherine in her apartment in Coronado had him missing the old days.
"Alright, I think I got a hit on your frequency. I'm tying you in right now." She patched the signal through to Steve's phone.
He listened intently, "Alright, that's our boy. Can you get a vector on the signal source?"
Catherine looked at the satellite imagery, "Alright. The west end of the dock. It's coming from a shipping container."
Steve looked in the direction she pointed them in and spotted the container. "Thanks, Cath." He motioned for Danny to open the trunk, "I gotta tac up, but dinner. My place. 2000 hours?"
"Copy that, Sailor." She smiled. "I got your six."
"I never doubt it." He grinned before hanging up the phone and throwing his gear on.
"So can I meet her?" Danny asked for the one thousandth time as they pulled into Steve's driveway.
Steve threw the car in park and hopped out. "How do you even know she's here?"
Danny caught the keys as Steve tossed them his way, "You said 'Dinner at my place, 2000 hours'. And considering it's almost 8:15 and you made us take a field trip to the store to pick up some steaks, yeah, I'm uh, I'm gonna go out on a limb and say she's here."
Steve shook his head and he grabbed the grocery bag and walked towards the house, "Why do you wanna meet her so bad?" He stepped up on the porch and lingered in front of the door, blocking Danny's path.
"When did you and her meet?"
He thought for a minute. "'98? Maybe '99?"
Danny grinned, "She's known you for ten years? Now I have to meet her. She's, uh, she's got all the dirt on you."
Steve studied Danny's face as he eased towards the door. "Five minutes. Five minutes and then you're gone." He shot Danny a look of warning. "Not my girlfriend. Understand?" Danny nodded and Steve pushed the door open. "Catherine?" He called out.
She appeared on the balcony and smiled, "Hey." Her eyes darted over to the short man beside him. At least she was fully clothed before meeting someone this time.
"Cath, this is Danny. Danny, Catherine Rollins." Steve motioned between the two of them as he set the grocery bags in the kitchen.
Catherine calmly walked down the stairs and took long strides over to Danny, "Nice to meet you."
"Danny Williams." He grinned as he shook her hand. "Thanks for, uh, for helpin' out with the case today."
"My pleasure." She smiled.
Steve chuckled, "Oh, so I have to bribe you to help by promising you dinner, but he gets a 'my pleasure'?"
Catherine laughed as she tossed her hair over her shoulder, "Uh, pretty sure this dinner is payment for your last favor. Something about a black Mercedes you lost visual of? You're still in the red, Sailor."
He smirked, "Gotta keep you coming back to collect."
"I should get going, but uh, it's great to put a face to a name." Danny grinned as he waved goodbye and put one hand on the door. He rummaged around in his pocket and pulled out a business card. "And in the event that you wanna share some stories about that ape." He motioned to Steve, "The, uh, the rest of us are all ears."
Steve rolled his eyes as he seasoned the steaks, "Get out, Danno!"
Catherine smiled and took the card, "I would, but… they're classified." She winked.
Steve grinned as he watched the exchange. Danny shook his head and opened the door. "Two peas in a pod you guys are. Should say two grenades in a foxhole…." He mumbled as he shut the door behind him.
Catherine walked into the kitchen and leaned against the sink. "So is this the best steak on the island that I keep hearing about?"
He chuckled, "What? Did you think the only thing I could do was reheat MREs?"
"Something like that." She smiled.
Steve washed and dried his hands before leaning in for a kiss, "Hi."
Catherine smiled, "Hey."
"I'm gonna go get cleaned up and then I figured we could, uh, we could pull out the uh, the, the charcoal grill and take this down on the beach."
She nodded, "Sounds good, Sailor." Catherine glanced around the kitchen, "What can I do to help?"
He took her hand and led her upstairs, "Keep me company while I change."
Catherine laughed, "We're never gonna make it down to the beach are we?" His cargo pants, t-shirt, and unbuttoned dress shirt was a look she very much liked, but her favorite was him just absolutely naked.
"Focus, Rollins." He chuckled as he stripped down and pulled out a clean pair of jeans and button up from his closet. "Good thing you got ready before I got home." He walked over and slid his palm up her bare thigh to the hem of the pink dress that barely hung over her well-toned ass. "Or we'd skip dinner again."
She fixed the collar of his dress shirt and smoothed it down, "Can't have that, can we?"
He pecked her lips and headed back down the stairs, "I'm gonna go fire it up if you'll grab that big blanket out of the hall closet and bring it down."
"Yes, sir."
Steve stopped in his tracks and turned back to look at her. He chewed on his lip as a grin spread across his face. "What was that?"
Catherine smacked his ass and pointed towards the back door, "Don't worry. I'll say it again after we've eaten." She smirked, "Get that fine ass outta here."
Steve grinned, "Yes, ma'am."
"Blanket spread. Check. Grill lit. Check. Steaks on. Check. Drinks… filled." Steve grinned as he poured the wine into the glasses Catherine had brought down. "Okay… to, uh- let me see. How 'bout this." He let out a dry laugh and handed her a glass, "To finally getting around to dinner."
Catherine smiled as she pressed closer to him. "Yes." They clinked glasses and shared a mumbled 'cheers'. She took a long sip and looked out at the sunset. "Mm. Alright, well I don't know about the food, but the view here is amazing."
Steve locked eyes with her in silent agreement. Sure, the sunset was particularly spectacular that evening, but she was what really took his breath away. "How do you like your steak?"
She didn't bother looking away, "Bloody."
He glanced back down at the grill and flipped the steaks, "My kinda girl." He smirked as he watched their dinner go from raw to perfect. "I think it'll be ready in a minute."
Catherine set her wine glass in the sand. "You know what?" She leaned over his shoulder and rested her hand on his jaw. "Make it medium."
"Oh.. oh, oh, hold on a second…" He dropped the tongs and cradled the back of her head as he flipped her and laid her down on the blanket, wasting no time in kissing her.
She giggled and shrieked as he carefully dropped her on the sand and straddled her. His strong hands massaged her thighs as he felt his way up her body before tenderly cupping her face in a slow, loving kiss. Steve nibbled on her lower lip, eliciting a delightful moan from her mouth.
"God, I love that sound." He grinned as he sat up and turned the steaks. "You ready to eat?"
"Yes, sir."
"Here, let me get that for you." Danny took the dishes out of Catherine's hands and walked them into the kitchen. "Sit. Me and Steve can handle a couple plates." He chuckled.
Catherine sat back down at the table, "I keep forgetting that you two actually lived together without killing each other."
Danny grinned, "I could say the same thing about you guys now."
Steve exchanged smiles with Catherine as he loaded the dishwasher, "At least she doesn't sleep with the TV on."
Catherine wrinkled her nose, "What kind of idiot sleeps with the TV on?! How are you supposed to hear when someone gets into the house?"
"The fact that you said 'when' someone gets into the house and not 'if' someone gets into the house makes me think you sleep with a gun under your pillow like, uh, like Super SEAL over here."
"It's just a nine mil. Nothing huge." She shrugged.
Danny finished clearing the table, "So you two haven't put in an armory yet like the one at Joe's?"
"I wanted to." Steve began. "But she said something about needing another room for some kid." He winked as Catherine rolled her eyes and rested her hands on her belly.
"Good to know she's, uh, she's keeping you in line." Danny glanced at his watch, "I better get going."
Steve looked at the time, "Going? It's only eight 'o clock. Where you gotta go?"
"I got plans."
"Plans? You don't do plans. Your only plans are coming over here for dinner on Tuesdays. You don't have plans." Steve shook his head as he kicked the dishwasher shut and dried his hands.
"I got plans. Okay?"
Catherine looked at Steve who was looking around the kitchen. "We could waterboard him." She said casually as she pointed around, "Chair. Towels. Water."
Steve nodded with a serious face as he kept up the charade, "We could do it out on the lanai. Less clean-up and, uh, no mopping the floors."
She looked over at Danny and grinned, "Last chance. Where you gotta go, Williams?"
Danny rolled his eyes. "You two. Incorrigible."
Steve flipped the handle to the kitchen sink and let the water run. "Last chance."
"Alright, alright. Savages - you two." He mumbled. "I'm going out on a date."
Steve crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes in at Danny, "With who?"
"Rachel."
Steve and Catherine exchanged looks of shock. Catherine was the first to pipe up, "Good for you!"
"That who you been sneakin' off with?" Steve grinned as Danny just shrugged. "She your girl yet? I mean, what do you even call it when two, uh, ex-spouses start things up again?"
Danny walked to the front door, but not before hollering, "She's not my girlfriend."
AUTHOR'S NOTE
Phew! I didn't know if this chapter was going to happen or not. I write each chapter the day before I post and let's just say that Saturday was less than optimum. Hello, cathartic writing!
Episode 1x05 was the FIRST episode of Hawaii Five-0 that I ever watched! (On a plan from Hawaii, no less!) So this one has a special place in my heart! (And even after all these years and changing trends, I'm seriously jealous of Kono's sequin hot pants.)
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XO with cake and confetti,
-Mags-