Summary: A kidnapping interrupts a birthday party and brings the 5-0 team all the way to Mexico.
Warnings: Kidnapping, mentions of torture, Smut - Phone Sex (kind of)
Episode: Season 7 - Episode 11 -13
Hello lovelies,
Are you ready for another slice of Romy & Steve? I've tried something a bit different this time, and I do hope it worked. Let me know! Thanks so much for all your lovely reviews and private messages, it always makes me so happy reading them and chat with you about those two.
To the lovely Guest Reviewer, sorry I can't message you back directly. Romy uses British English when she talks, so bathroom instead of restroom etc. Her accent is harder to pin, you can hear that she's not a native speaker but not that she's from Germany. Steve's describes it as a hot mess - closest to a South African or Kiwi Accent. Get me talking about them and I give you a novel :)
Enjoy xx
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It went all so quickly one moment they were celebrating Chin's birthday, well Romy and Steve were trying to find a cloakroom to disappear into, and the next they were on a plane to Mexico. Steve had not been able to keep his hands or eyes off her for most of the night. The dress Romy was wearing mesmerised him and he needed to know how much or rather how little underwear she had on underneath. With everyone distracted by the video, he seized his chance and dragged Romy out. He pushed her against the first flat surface he could find, their lips met in a heated kiss. Romy moaned, she had no idea what had Steve riled up so much, but damn she was here for it.
Her hands in his hair, pushing him closer to her. Between fevered kisses, Romy let out a mewl "Fuck Steve. If you continue like this I let you fuck me here in this hallway." Her hips moved, coming in contact with his hard length. Steve shuddered, his breath hot on Romy's neck. "No..." he started to suck lightly on her skin, her perfume making him dizzy with desire "you're mine" his hands moved up her leg and he groaned when he couldn't feel her panties where those usual began. "You're killing me gorgeous."
Romy let out a laugh "I hope not, necrophilia really ain't my thing." She started to fumble with his belt buckle, getting desperate herself.
"Ok." Steve lifted his lips off hers, his hands still roaming all over her body. How was her skin so soft? "We need a room. We need a room now!" He wrenched his lips off his wife and grabbed her hand. Pulling her along the hallway they tried several doors, all locked, he banged the fourth door in desperation. Romy draped all over him, she giggled into his neck "they really don't want us to have any fun." Her hands reaching around starting to unbutton his shirt from behind, Steve's head fell against her shoulder. He was short of not caring anymore either, if they couldn't find 4 walls an alcove had to do. An idea crossed his mind and he dug deep into his trousers pocket, with a successful grin he dangled something in front of Romy's face "How about some fun in "
"In the car!" Romy snatched them out of his hand, her eyes alight with excitement and thrill. She couldn't say anything else as she tumbled face-first into Steve's chest.
"Ooof!"
Steve steadied her while looking up who had crashed into them.
Chin.
Their friend didn't spare them a glance as he rushed past them, his phone firmly pressed against his ear.
"Chin?" Steve shouted at his retreating back. "Chin!"
"You ok?" He watched Romy brushing out a wrinkle in her dress.
"What are you waiting for?" She asked. "Let's go" and with that, she took off. Steve had caught up with her in two steps, her heels not allowing her to run very fast. With one swoop he had her over his shoulder tearing after Chin. He watched him race away on his motorcycle, trying to understand what was going on. A squeeze to his ass brought him back.
"You can let me down you know." Romy sassed, her hands still on his ass. Carefully he helped her slide down from his shoulder. He held out his hand to her, with a smile she interlaced their fingers and they dashed over to Steve's truck, ready to chase their friend down.
"Not really how I imagined 'Let's have some fun in the car.' to go." Romy grinned, her fingers tracing figures on Steve's, he lifted their hands to his lips, kissing her knuckles.
They were racing through Honolulu, trying to catch up with Chin, but he had a definite advantage on his bike, slipping through traffic easily.
"There he is!" Romy exclaimed when she spotted him a couple of cars ahead.
"Hold on!" Steve put his foot firmly on the gas, rolling down his window.
Finally, they got their friend to stop and to explain what happened.
Sara, this sweet little girl had been kidnapped.
Sara who'd sat on her lap to get her hair braided rode on Nahele's back, snatched away. Romy could feel the tears coming as she messaged the group chat with the news, half-listening to Steve's pleas for Chin to be clever.
A sigh of relief when he agreed to give them one hour to organise everything.
Steve slid back into the car, with a pensive face, Romy could only imagine all the scenarios running through his head.
"The team is meeting you at the palace."
"Huh?" He turned to her and smiled when she waved her phone at him.
"Thanks."
"That's what you got me for." Romy winked. "I drop you off at the palace and head home to pack a bag for you and Danny."
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It had taken Romy almost an hour to drive back home to 'Āina Haina and then heading over to Danny's and back to the palace. She needed to smile when she saw Adam, Renee and Abby pull into the parking lot at the same time, all of them carrying duffle bags. "We should come up with a name for us." Abby joked.
She was not surprised at all when she saw the kids holed up in Steve's office, as secured away as possible while the team loaded their weapons into cases.
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Romy was in Steve's arms, her face buried in his chest. "Be careful, Commander."
"I try my best." He kissed the top of her head.
She got on her toes and kissed him softly, her forehead resting against his when they separated "I know you can't always call me, so I've loaded something on your phone, something to listen to, when you need it - when you need me."
"Romy?" Steve's thumbs brushed over her cheekbones.
"Just indulge me...it's a bit silly, but it helped me, so..." she shrugged.
"I love you." One final kiss and he was off.
Getting in Lou's SUV he watched all of them standing in front of the palace. Charlie sitting on Romy's hip, her arms around Nahele and Grace. She was still wearing her heart-attack-inducing dress, the effect tampered by the kids hanging onto her and the white Superga trainers adorning her feet instead of the strappy heels from earlier in the night. He shook his head, how did the whole scene make her even sexier?
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Steve had settled down in the plane, trying to catch some sleep despite Danny's teasing on how he was not allowed to fly the plane when he remembered Romy's words from earlier on. He swiped through his phone a couple of times trying to find what she downloaded until he landed on the voice recorder app, it displayed new records downloaded from the family iCloud. Yes, they were that kind of couple, not that he'd ever tell Danny, but he couldn't give a fuck. He liked that they shared mundane things like that and he'd be the first to admit that he was shit with this type of technology and let Romy handle most of it. He scrolled through the titles and realised she must have done these since he came back from Morocco.
He made sure his headphones were in securely, before pressing play on the first one; The introduction.
"Hey, Steve I know this is different but I do hope it helps. I hate it when you rush off into situations where I don't know what's happening to you. And while I hate not being there for you, I could not imagine actually being there. Anyway, so I thought...I remembered how we kept in touch while I was in London and well, I came up with this. I know I always feel so much better when I'm able to run a situation past you and hear you weigh in on it, so I do hope you feel the same.
This might be a bit silly, but humour me, if only to make me feel better that I send you off without any kind of support. I love you."
Steve clutched the phone to his chest. How did she know? That he needed her exactly then when it was too dangerous or just impossible for her to be there? Scrolling through the titles he smirked, she really thought of everything.
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He had listened to another one of Romy's voice notes while he got ready to intrude onto Ramirez house, it was aptly named;
The Pep Talk
"I know you can do this. Nobody else could do this but you. There is no one in the world and I would trust with my life and the life of my son. If it comes down to it, you are the one I want to be flying the jet, if there is an asteroid heading towards the earth. You are the one man in my life I trust that when he says jump I will jump. I know you'd only ask me to do this because it will save me. You never ask for anything on your own and the number of people that you have helped despite or maybe because of your unorthodox methods is uncountable. I love you. I know you're doing the right thing. You will never disappoint me, you're my hero Steve McGarrett and I love you."
Fuck how did he make it out of that house alive? He fell back into the seat letting out a huge breath.
"We're not telling Romy about this," Kono stated.
"Yeah, definitely not." Steve chuckled drily. "She'd kill us both for being that reckless."
Back at the house, he scrolled through his phone and needed to chuckle, and hit play.
"What the fuck were you thinking? I mean honestly! You are really trying to get killed, aren't you? Have you got no sense of self-preservation at all? I mean diving headfirst into that situation? Where are you even thinking about me? About Nahele? I need you to come home so be smart and not a dickhead about this. I love you."
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Steve sat in the car, trying to ignore Danny's bitching, how this was the worst idea he ever had. He knew this wasn't perfect, storming an actual police station and stealing back money, but what choice did they have?
"Can I wait in the car?" Danny sounded just like Nahele when he didn't want to go somewhere.
"No, you can't." Steve retorted "Let's go!" He pulled down the black face mask. Romy's words from the last message on his mind.
"I need you to take a breath. In and out and again, breathe deeply. I know this isn't easy. What you do has never been easy. But I know you will do the right thing. I'll be here when you come back. I love you."
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Luckily their stunt paid off, they got the money and finally a date and time to exchange the money for Sara. This Mexican nightmare was over soon, hopefully.
As always nothing could ever be easy for them - the money exchange had been a trap. Set up by the Diego Cartel, for shooting the brother of the head of the cartel. Sara's kidnapping was revenge - revenge on 5-0.
And then, Chin disappeared, trying to right a wrong by putting himself on the line in exchange for his niece. Steve wanted to punch something! They had a plan, a motherfucking plan to find her and free Sara and now they listened to their friend saying goodbye to them.
They drove up to the exchange, Chin had already gone, leaving Sara and his shield behind.
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He hated this, he absolutely despised almost nothing more than this. Steve knew that this man in front of him, a card-carrying member of the Diego Cartel would not hesitate at all should their roles be reversed, but still, torturing anyone made him sick to his stomach. He didn't care how skilled he was at it. He had sent the others away, preferring not to be watched while beating a man so much he would give up any information. Steve knew they would look at him differently, once they fully knew what he could capable of.
He tried to be quiet when he was retching up the little he had for dinner after he was done with the scum bag and washed the blood off his hands. He still felt shaky when he pulled out his phone, scrolling through Romy's list. He slid down to the bathroom floor, holding his phone tightly against his ear as he pressed play.
"I love you so much. You make me fly the highest I have ever been. You are my rock, my hero and you drive me mad.
I love your smile, the way your eyes crinkle when something amuses you. I love the way you hold my hand, how you make me feel with just one touch. I love the way you are with our family, that nothing is ever too much of an effort when it comes to them. I love, what for an amazing dad you are, how you make him glow up. I'm so proud of you that you're raising a good kid and that's because you're a good man - my man. I love that you cook and I love that you do the hoovering and I love the way your hand fits into my into mine. I love how we fit, like puzzle pieces right where we belong. I love the home that we made. I love that you can drive me up the wall and that you make me smile so much and laugh - god you're the most funniest person ever. I love that you can benchpress me and lift me, even if I'm not that skinny anymore, hell I never was that skinny. One day you're going to break your back, I'll love you anyway. I love how you can make me feel like the only person in the room. I love you and your stubbornness. I love how you start to get a bit grey, it's hot - trust me. I love us too. I love how we are together, a team, partners for life. I love you."
Steve took a slow breath and lifted himself back up from the floor. Romy knew everything, every single thing he'd ever done and if she could still love him like this, he could continue and bring their family home.
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For a moment, a very brief moment, Steve had hoped that the knock would reveal Romy on the other side. He was jealous when Kono fell into Adam's arms, soaking in the support from her partner. The next second he was berating himself, how could he wish that his wife was put in the middle of this, but god he missed her. He pressed play on his phone while he loaded the car, readying it for another suicide rescue mission.
For when you miss me
"A little self-indulgent maybe but I miss you so much, it's good to know that you miss me too. I look at pictures of us when it becomes too much. Yeah yeah, I know it is the girly thing to do, isn't it? And then I look at my hand and look at the ring that you put there and what it represents for us. It reminds me that you have its partner sitting right on your hand, so it doesn't matter how far or for how long we're apart. There is always a little piece of you with me and a little piece of me with you. God, do I sometimes feel alone when you're gone. Do you know that the lanai door squeaks when you open it just at the right angle? I keep forgetting to tell you to fix it. I don't know why maybe it's to assure myself there are still things that you need to do so you can't leave me...silly I know. Don't judge! I sometimes wonder, what are you doing when you're missing me? Are you looking at your ring? Are you looking at pictures of us or reading our text messages or don't you miss me at all? I hope not. Anyway, I miss you and I can't wait for you to be back."
God she had no idea how much he missed her, how he couldn't wait to be home again with her. Soon, he promised himself. He folded the photograph along the well-worn lines and tucked it back into his tac vest, right where it always sat. Steve patted the spot twice for good luck and closed the booth with a thud.
"Let's go!"
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A massive sigh of relief went through the whole team when they rescued Chin and had him safely back in their fold and Steve was finally able to return the shield to its right full owner.
He stood in the bathroom, waiting for the water to heat up, he was ready for the last two days to be washed away until they were a distant memory. He hit play on Romy's next message.
"Okay before you listen to this make sure you're on your own and you've got headphones in. I'm not joking should I find out that this made the rounds, I'll hunt you down. I'm running my fingers over my collarbone, slowly making my way down to my breasts, my nipples. Circling them with my fingers, tweaking them. Oh god, that feels good. Are you touching yourself already? Is your hand wrapped around your cock? I want to taste you, take you into my mouth, suck you deep. God, I'm so wet for you. Just imagining you sitting there touching yourself while listening to me. Fuck, Steve. I - I, my fingers are circling my clit, just right above it. I miss you. Your fingers feel different, they stretch me so deliciously. Hitting just the right spot inside of me. Oh...god! Fuck, right there. Yes! Steve! I'm cumming." Laboured breaths interrupted Romy's Monologue. "Fuck, how can you make me come when you're not even here? God, I can't wait to have my lips on you again, to feel you come down my throat. To see your face when you cum. The way you twitch when I hit just the right spot...mmhm...you gonna cum soon? I need you to cum for me, Steve."
Steve breathed heavily, looking at the mess he just made, grabbing some paper tissues sitting next to the sink, he really hoped nobody heard him. His head jerked up when he heard Romy's voice again. "If I was there, I'd have swallowed every single drop, clean you right up." Steve's head fell forward. His wife was going to be the death of him and he wouldn't have it any other way.
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Steve wandered up and down the small aeroplane, all of his team were curled up in their seats. Sara tucked in closely with Chin, right where she belonged. He couldn't settle though, his thoughts still jumping back to everything that happened the last two days. He sat down heavily in his seat, with a smile he realised that he should not have doubted Romy.
If you can't sleep
"You're starting a new book because who knows, which one we're reading by the time you listen to this. Close your eyes, Steve. Imagine you're in our bedroom, the blinds are open and your hand is sliding through my hair. My fingers tracing the shapes on your chest and I press play on the new audiobook,
The terracotta dog by Andrea Camilleri,
To judge from the entrance the dawn was making, it promised to be a very iffy day – that is, blasts of angry sunlight one minute, fits of freezing rain the next, all of it seasoned with sudden gusts of wind – one of those days when someone who is sensitive to abrupt shifts in weather and suffers them in his blood and brain is likely to change opinion and direction continuously, like those sheets of tin, cut in the shape of banners and roosters, that spin every which way on rooftops with each new puff of wind. Inspector Salvo Montalbano had always belonged to this unhappy category of humanity. It was something passed on to him by his mother...
Now close your eyes and sleep."
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It was early when he let himself into the house, a quietness greeted him that he fully embraced. It was like balm on his soul. Carefully he made his way upstairs, avoiding the creaky step with practised ease. He opened the door to Nahele's room, smiling at the sight of his son spread all over the bed, the sheets halfway on the floor. Steve made his across to the bed, brushing some wayward curls from Nahele's face. He was safe and sound right where he belonged.
Steve slipped back out of the room and into his own bedroom, and if possible his heart grew another size. There she was, Romy, his pillow safely enclosed in her arms. He shed his close quickly and slid into the bed, manoeuvring Romy into his arms, her back firmly pressed into his chest. His kiss on her shoulder, made Romy stir.
Steve shushed "Go back to sleep, gorgeous."
"You're back."
Steve could hear the smile in her sleep-laden voice. "I'm back." He confirmed, his lips skimming over her warm skin.
"Nahele was worried you'd miss Christmas."
Christmas, damn! He had completely forgotten that tomorrow was Christmas Day. He had already missed the German portion of the holiday.
"I'm sorry - "
"Don't." Romy interrupted him. She let go of his pillow and turned around, slinging her arms around him and burying her face into his chest. "You're home. Sara is safe. The rest is not important right now."
"It was bad, Romy. We almost lost Chin and Sara..." Steve broke off, unable to continue, to even imagine what could have happened. He buried his face into her hair, breathing her in, the romance of her perfume and a scent that was so truly Romy. He almost missed her next words.
"It's over. Nothing matters right now. You're home. I've been waiting for you."
And Steve was able to breathe again.
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Random question - I was thinking of recording this fic as a pod fic. Would you be interested in listening to it?