Chapter 13 - Season 5 - Episode 22 - Tender Loving Care

Summary: Three stooges ruining a great day and Danny ruining a perfect evening. Those two just cannot catch a break.

Warnings: Smut...I mean it...this is for over 18 year olds only

Episode: Season 5 - 22

Hello lovelies,

How are you all?

Thank you for all your reviews and comments from the last chapter, they honestly make my day reading them. Romy and Steve are back, and they still can't keep their hands off each other, so I decided to raise the rating for this story. Anyone feeling like hitting Danny at the end of this chapter...believe me that feeling this mutual.

Let me know what you think via carrier pigeon, comments, message or morse code. Whatever floats your boat, it will be gladly received :)

Enjoy xx

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"Good morning." Steve singsonged softly into Romy's ear. "Rise and shine, gorgeous. We've got some exciting plans today." He stroked her face, but only got a grunt in return and Romy trying to turn away, burying herself further under the sheet. "Come on Romy!" Steve tugging at her hand trying to get her to move "You promised."

Romy lifted one half of her sleep mask "It's not even fully light outside. How dare you to wake me up before dawn." She put her eye mask back in place.

Pouncing on to the bed like he wasn't a grown man, but an overexcited toddler on Christmas Day, he leaned down to whisper "You promised, Romy. You said you'd come with us for the hike. I got the permits and all."

With a sigh Romy pushed her sleep mask up to her forehead, not impressed at Steve's cheerfulness this early in the morning at all. "You never said anything about getting up before dawn."

"If I did, you'd never agreed to come." He looked quite proud of himself. Sitting up, Romy cupped Steve's face in her hands and pouted "That's not fair at all."

"Don't be a downer, Romy." He grinned at her, taking hold of her wrists and kissing her left palm. "You promised Nahele."

"Ugh!" Dramatically Romy fell back down on the mattress, she knew when she was beat. She'd never renege on a promise to Nahele. Steve let go of her hand and blew a raspberry, where her sleep top had ridden up. "Stop that." Romy giggled as she tried to swat him away. She was ticklish as hell, and tried to squirm from him.

"Uhu.." Steve shook his head "You know what I want."

Romy groaned in defeat "Ok. Ok." She pushed herself up into a half sitting position. "I'll get dressed and ready for our hike of death."

"It's not the hike of death Romy." Steve got of the bed and pulled her out of it as well. Romy collapsed against him, letting him drag her to the bathroom.

"It's 8 hours of the most beautiful landscape ever."

"There better be coffee waiting for me, when I'm done in the bathroom."

Grinning like a fool, Steve couldn't help himself and stole a kiss, before assuring her "All the coffee in the world."

"Don't mind her, she's still grouchy." Steve said to Nahele, as the teenager opened the rear door of the pickup.

"Told you, she'd be mad." he grinned back Steve.

"She" Romy glared at the two of them "would like for you to stop talking about her." She huffed back into the passenger seat and pulled her sunglasses back down. 'Grouchy.' Steve mouthed silently to Nahele. The teenager suppressed a giggle, and then laughed out loud as Steve yelped — Romy had pinched him in his side.

"I'm not grouchy. I just don't like early mornings."

Steve looked over at her, as he navigated the empty Honolulu streets, grasping her hand in his on the middle console, he said "Why don't you close your eyes until we get there?" Nahele watched the exchange, how tender Steve voice sounded, the squeeze of grasped hands, Romy's soft smile, how she looked at Steve until she closed her eyes, for what was going to be a short power nap. It made him miss something, that he'd never had.

Steve parked at the rangers station and the three of them got out of the car. Romy and Nahele making sure that the backpacks were packed properly, while Steve talked to the ranger checking their permit.

"Better to start early with this trail, you have no idea how many people we need to pull out after dark all the time." Steve shot Romy a triumphant smile, which she retuned with a pout.

"Have a great day. Call the station, if you need anything."

"Mahalo, brother!"

Setting off a steady pace the three of them made head way pretty quickly. Nahele was eager to get to the view point, from where you could see almost the whole crater. Steve and Romy followed him, Romy's pinky finger hooked with his, their hands swaying softly between them. An easy conversation flowed, with Romy listing all the things the two of them would need to do to make the 5am start up to her. A foot rub, home cooked meal, control of the remote for an evening with no whining about the program she chose, an admittance that Rest of the World Football was better than American Football.

They were about to turn right, away from the service road that cut through the hiking trail when they heard voices. Steve couldn't make out what was being said, but the other noise sounded like...a shovel?!

"Steve?" Romy pulled at their linked pinkies a little, his spine had straightened the moment he could hear the others. "The ranger said we're the only ones, right?" "Yeah." "

What do you think is going on?"

"Let's find out." Steve turned around and quickly pulled his gun out of the backpack he'd been carrying.

"Are you kidding me? You brought your gun?" Romy exclaimed.

He shrugged his shoulders and grinned at her "Of course."

The three of them moved behind a tree, Steve surveyed the scene, those three guys were burying something, but he couldn't see what. Whatever it was, it definitely wasn't anything legal.

"Stay here!" he whispered to Romy and Nahele before he charged forward.

"Five - 0. Drop your weapons." Steve commanded with his gun raised. The three men immediately dropped the shovels in their hands. "Hands on your heads and turn around slowly."

Romy almost needed to laugh, the three men didn't look like hardened criminals, they looked like soccer dads.

"Please, we didn't mean to..." the largest of the three started.

"Shut up man!" One of his friends hissed at him. Steve still had his weapon trained on them.

"On your knees."

One by one dropped to their knees, they were shaking, what the fuck were they doing, "Romy in your backpack are some zip ties, can you bind their hands and feet."

"Dude that is really not necessary." The African-American of the three exclaimed.

"Well, unfortunately you don't get to decide that." Steve narrowed his eyes. Romy had just finished binding the three up, when they heard Nahele "Steve! You need to see that!" Both of them jogged the five paces over to Nahele. He stood over the hole that the now tied up guys had dug up.

"Is she...is she dead?" The teenager asked Steve.

"Yeah." He nodded.

"Holy Shit! This is the craziest Sunday ever. No-one at school is going to believe me." Nahele looked almost giddy, at the prospect of retelling that tale at school. Steve crouched down to inspect the body further, female, in her twenties, bullet wound to the head. He looked back the three stooges, could they have done it?

He felt more, than saw the swaying next to him, he looked up and saw Romy closing her eyes. "You ok?"

She shook her head "My first dead body." She mumbled "Trying to keep my breakfast in."

Steve stood up and drew her close, smoothing some errand strands, of the stubble she called a ponytail, back. "Better?" He asked after a moment. Taking a deep breath, Romy averted her eyes from the woman and concentrated on Steve.

"Yeah. I just did not expect to see that."

"Says the woman, who's favourite show is Bones." Steve teased her.

"That's on TV and not live in front of me, but I think she was in the water for a while." Steve laughed out loud, Romy was back. "Before you start the autopsy yourself, could you call in the cavalry?" he handed her his satellite phone.

"Sure."

Steve handed her his satellite phone and kissed her forehead "Thanks, and drink some water, please."

"So," he turned to the tree guys "Care to explain to me why you decided to bury a dead woman and ruin my day?"

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By the time HPD, Danny and Max had arrived, he figured out that the three stooges were actually three CPA's from Cleveland, claiming to be on vacation. Steve briefed Duke and Danny once they arrived and they made their way over to the body.

Steve looked back out to the rest of the park, hands on his hips, while Danny inspected the body a bit closer. Nothing else seemed to be out of place.

Turning his attention back to the body, "Who is she?" he asked Duke.

"No idea."

"What else are they saying?" Danny hoped maybe some more information had been forth coming.

"Not much. Figured you guys would like to have some more time with them."

"It'd be our pleasure." He said with a mean smile.

Walking back to the cars, he regarded the three suspects, only now did he notice that Romy seemed to have tied their legs together as well. She deserved more than a foot rub for that, maybe he even conceded the football conundrum. Romy had tied their feet with each other, like for a three legged race.

Grinning widely he walked over to her and Nahele and proceeded to kiss the stuffing out of her in front of everyone. "Could you please leave the PDA at home!" Danny grumbled before turning around to avoid the display.

Steve set Romy back down on her feet, but didn't let go of her yet.

"Not that I'm complaining, but what was that for?" Romy recovered quickly.

"Your cuffing techniques will be standard from now on."

All of them, including Duke looked over to the cuffed men and started to laugh. "They didn't strike me as clever enough to figure out a three legged race much less a four legged race." Romy shrugged.

Taking a step to the side, after giving Danny a quick hug hello, Romy cocked her head to the side and smiled at him. "You've got a case, hu?" She could see that it bothered him, but he'd never turn down a case.

"Yeah, can't really give that one away." he sighed and pushed his had through his hair. One more day out ruined for them, because of his job.

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Interviewing these three felt like being in a movie, the cheap version of Hungover to be exact. Steve, Danny & Lou were reconvening in his office - how can those three idiots not remember a thing.

A knock interrupted their commiserating "Can we interrupt?" Romy and Nahele stood in the door. They had obviously changed, no longer in active gear but in jeans and T-Shirts, well in Romy's case a loose linen shirt with the sleeves folded up.

"Hey, of course you can. It's not like we've got anything from the idiots downstairs."

"Well hopefully this will help." Nahele dropped two large plastic bags on Steve's desk. "We went to Rainbow for brunch and decided to be nice and share."

"Girl. I love you!" Grover exclaimed and opened the bags gleefully.

"Are they still sticking with their story of vacation?" Romy made speech marks around vacation.

"Yeah." Danny said with a mouth full of Loco Moco.

"More like trying to score with college girls." Romy snorted. The look the three men shared proved her point.

"How did you know that?" Nahele looked at her in awe.

"Spring break is driving me crazy at work. You won't believe how many middle aged guys are trying to score with college girls." she shrugged. "We are actually starting to run out of key cards."

"Why's that?" Steve looked up from his food container.

"They get tons of room keys from reception and then distribute them out while buying drinks, with the hope that one girl takes them up on the offer."

"So, those keys could be picked up by anyone and anywhere?"

Romy nodded and received a groan in response. "Did I just make your job more difficult?"

"More like the possibilities endless." Danny whined.

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The surprise visit from Romy and Nahele, as well as listening to the voicemails of the angry (putting it mildly) wives did manage to lift Steve's mood a little bit. "...I swear to god you are on the couch when you get back." Steve and Danny shared a grin, this was going to be fun.

"Seems like a catch this lady. Six messages just like that, just from this morning." "Hm...Is that normal?"

"What do you mean? Why are you asking me?"

"Well" Steve leaned on the computer table "you are divorced."

"Oh I see, you are comparing this to me and Rachel. Listen." Danny pressed play on another message. "I hope your plane crashes on the way back, you ball-less hairless looser." He nodded his head, indicating this was more like it.

"Come to think of it, you and Romy are more married than me and Rachel ever were. She'd ever left you a message like this?"

"Danny..."Steve groaned.

"What, don't deny it. Don't you think, I saw your face this morning? The two of you all lovey dovey. Hey and you got the son as well already. Now the only thing missing is a pet."

"Can you please just leave it?!"

"No."

"Why not?"

"Cause I know that she's got her marching orders back to London and I also know that you are too scared to ask her not to go."

Steve leaned down on the table and shook his head.

"What I don't understand is, why are you scared? It's not like she doesn't feel the same way." Danny shrugged. Steve wanted to punch him, he was like a dog with a freaking bone.

"It's not that easy. She has a life back in London, her family and friends, her job. She is not going to give that all up just for me and I don't want her too." Steve pushed himself off the table.

"Scared she'd turn you down?"

Danny had managed to push the button right were it hurt, when did a woman ever stick around for him?

Steve was reprieved from answering as Lou came back into the room "So I just got off the phone with ballistics, our suspects rifle is no match to the slug pulled out of the vic."

"Ok, they still could have dumped the murder weapon before they don't dumped the body." Danny contemplated and looked at Steve.

"Yeah, we didn't came across a weapon in the park though." Steve responded.

"And the girl was shot with one single shot to the back of the neck. According to the Tox screen, Max said they were so polluted they needed to empty a whole clip just to hit the side of a barn." Lou elaborated.

"Let's just say for a minute they didn't do it. The vic still got their room key in her pocket, which means some point during the night their paths must have crossed."

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"I have never felt this old in my life." Steve let out a huge sigh and sank deeper into the Adirondack chair, trying to relax.

"Why? Early morning catching up with you?" Romy snarked from her chair next to him. Steve pinched her foot, currently lying on his lap, in retaliation "Very funny."

"I thought so too."

The two sat in silence for a moment, the waves moving lazily against the beach. Romy flexed her toes in Steve's lap trying to get him to continue his massage. "Why did you feel old today, Schnuffi?"

"The amount of people thinking I could be a dad of a college kid, for starters."

Romy held in a chuckle, Steve looked really put out by that.

"The noise and constant partying. How did we do that?"

Now she couldn't hold that chuckle in, "I can't help you with that. Never went to college. But I feel you," Romy looked wistfully out to the sea as she continued "we used to go out and party all night long, only to shower and then pull a 6am shift at the hotel reception." Her gaze wandered over to him, a smile curling around her the corners of her mouth. "This isn't too bad so, isn't it?"

"Yeah, not bad at all." Steve squeezed her foot, and returned her smile.

Their moment was interrupted by Romy's phone buzzing. "It's not another flight change is it?" Romy could hear the edge in Steve's voice.

"No" she shook her head "Just Renee whining again."

"What's Mrs Grover whining about?"

"Kono deciding to ditch her bachelorette party." Steve pulled a face.

"Renee was looking forward to a night out." she gave as a simple explanation.

"At least someone is feeling young enough for a night out."

Pulling herself up from her slouching position, she squinted at him "What is it with you tonight?" She had never seen him that defeatist, even during all the legal trouble with Chin and Danny.

"I don't know." Steve shook his head. "This case...it was all so unnecessary."

Romy slid out of her chair and onto his lap. Her arms rested on his shoulders and she bumped her nose against his "Anything I can do?"

"You're doing it." They smiled at each other.

An idea came to her, she leaned over to whisper in his ear "You want to do something young and stupid?"

"What?" He shivered as her breath hit his skin.

"Fuck me." Her teeth grazing his earlobe. "Right here. Right now."

Steve closed his eyes, he was growing hard already. Romy noticed too and rolled her hips against him. He moaned into her neck, trying to stifle the noise.

He did have neighbours.

"You know we could get arrested for that?" He asked her, while pulling down the strap of her dress and bra, freeing her breasts. Romy's head fell back at his ministrations and Steve couldn't help himself and kissed his way up the white column of her throat, until he found the right spot. He sucked on her skin, making Romy see stars.

"I thought this was legal in Hawaii?" She panted.

Steve grinned into her neck, letting his teeth graze, marking her. He kinda loved that she knew that.

"Only if you're married."

Laughing out loud at that, Romy pulled him closer, burying her fingers in his hair "Wonder how they enforce that? Asking for a marriage license?"

Instead of an answer Steve pulled her in for a deep kiss, their tongues dancing. Her hands seem to be everywhere at once, his hair, up his shirt stroking his pecs, his shoulders and then they were tugging at the waistband of his shorts. Steve lifted his hips to help and then his errection sprang free. Dipping her hand between her folds Romy, gathering some of her wetness on her fingers, she circled her fingers around Steve's dick, pumping him, her wetness spreading all over him. "Oh God, Romy." Steve groaned out, his eyes darkened and he kissed her roughly. Getting more and more turned on, on how Steve reacted to her, she needed friction.

She couldn't think.

"Steve." Her rhythm on his dick faltered. "I need you. Oh god, I need you so bad." Her pupils blown wide with desire, the blue of her irises being swallowed by the black of her pupils.

"Come here." Steve shifted her slightly on his legs, pushing her panties out of the way, he settled her core against his leg. He could feel her coating his tight, making him shudder. Taking one of her hands off his dick, he kissed it before placing it on his shoulder. "Take what you need gorgeous." He stroke his cock leisurely while watching Romy move.

It felt too much and not enough all at once, sliding back and forth on his muscular thigh. His hair tickling her core, become wetter and wetter with every slide. Romy clung to him, fingers digging deep into Steve's shoulder. She kissed him, trapping his dick between their bodies, feeling his movements she matched her own to him, higher and higher she wound herself, heat pooling inside.

She could feel Steve's thigh clenching underneath her, adding more friction, he was close too. Her clit begging for more attention, he slid a hand between her and his leg. "Right there." She whimpered, "almost there."

"Romy." Steve growled, he couldn't wait any longer. He removed his hand, pulling her up at her hips and thrust up into her heat.

"Steve! Romy!"

They froze. Romy bit her lip, trying to stop the moan escaping her mouth, which turned quickly into a giggle. "Quiet you." Steve whispered and squeezed her to his chest, in an effort to muffle her.

"There you are!"

They could hear Danny moving towards the beach part of the garden.

"Do not come any closer!" Steve ground out, still holding a giggling Romy to him.

"What? Why?" Then it clicked. "Oh god...gross!"

"Excuse me?" Romy's face popped out from Steve's shoulder.

"I...I just wait in the house...I think...trying to gorge out my eyes ... and my brain." Danny turned around and sped back into the house. "Animals...outside...I sat on that chair" he grumbled all the way.

"Well the mood is officially killed." Steve sighed and put Romy's clothes back into place, pressing kisses on her skin before covering it up.

"On the other hand nothing screams young, like getting interrupted by dad." She got up gingerly and watched as Steve tugged himself back into place.

"More like getting cockblocked by the annoying brother." He grumbled.

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Steve was standing with Chin, being way too serious for the joyous occasion. They were looking at something on Chin's phone, whispering intently.

"Looking good, Jerry." Kono smoothed out the lapels of Jerry's suit.

"It's a rental." He mumbled.

"Don't be nervous. What you did was really brave." She continued.

"Thanks Kono."

"We are proud of you, Jerry." Romy smiled, as they made their way over to the other two.

"There he is, there is the hero. Look at you buddy." Steve engulfed Jerry in a hug.

"Congrats, Jer. Everyone is really proud of ye." Chin shook his hand.

"I'll take that badge now." Jerry fished again, while Steve adjusted his tie. This was laughed down by the rest of the team.

"Hey we better get a seat over their by the podium. It's starting to fill up." Kono tried to move the gang along.

And Steve's Hand found its way to Romy's small of her back leading her away to some free seats. She turned around and saw Kamekona, in his trademark yellow shirt, greeting Jerry.

"Be right back." She kissed Steve's cheek and walked over to the two of them, just in time to see Kamekona handing Jerry one of his shirts.

"Oh no." She grabbed the shirt out of his hand.

"What German Rose?" Kamekona looked at her.

"You are not making Jerry wear that T-shirt, are you?"

"I lost revenue due to this whole thing. Just a small favour to make up for that monetary loss."

"No, big guy." Romy shook her head.

"What? You always say free advertisement is the best advertisement."

"Yes, but not at the expense of your friend." Romy countered.

"He was the reason I lost that revenue, German Rose."

"I don't mind, Romy. Really." Jerry tried to take the shirt off her, but Romy shook her head.

"No way, this is your moment. You look great in your suit. Don't let a yellow shirt ruin that for you. They are taking pictures, Jerry."

"Exactly. Perfect advertisement." Kamekona now tried to take the shirt from her "Gee you're strong."

Romy pinned Kamekona with a look, her finger pointing "This picture will be just as great advertisement, printed out and pinned to your truck and posted on your Instagram."

"But..."

"No buts."

Firmly she moved Kamekona over to where the others were sitting, he was still whining about the missed opportunity.

"Be the bigger man, Kamekona."

She scooted over to her seat between Steve and Kono, the T-shirt still clutched in her hand.

"Can you put that in your bag?" She whispered to Kono.

"Sure. Where's yours?"

"Someone puked in it." Romy grinned at her.

"Thanks sister." Kono panned back drily.

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