Throwing An Apple
"Danny."
The blonde looked up just in time to dart a hand out, and snag the apple out of mid-air. Honestly, he hadn't expected to catch the damn thing, but trying to clear crush apple from his office floor did not exactly appeal, to put it mildly.
Danny looked around for a long moment, trying to establish where in the hell said fruit missile had come from.
Steve bloody McGarrett, stood smugly at the opposite end of the Five-0 Headquarter, looking admittedly impressed with Danny's catch. "Good catch," he said with a small nod, glancing over Danny's form, as the blonde took a decent bite from the fruit.
"You know," Danny mused, through a mouthful of apple. "In Ancient Greece, throwing an apple to somebody was construed as a proposal of marriage."
For a wonderful lingering moment, Steve looked completely and utterly sideswiped. "W-What?" he managed, before catching himself a little. "I… really? How in the hell did that work?"
Danny raised an eyebrow in unapologetic amusement. "Man throws apple… woman catches apple. Man and woman get married, supposedly. Which part is troubling you? The logistics, or the fact that you just proposed?"
Steve looked like a rabbit caught in headlights.
"Steven," Danny said slowly. "You are aware that this is not binding? That you're not actually compelled to marry me because you chucked an apple in my direction?"
"I'm going to keep an eye on what I throw from now on," Steve said simply. "And, when I propose it will be far more impressive than a thrown apple."
It was Danny's turn to be rendered speechless. Steve smirked, and sauntered out the Five-0 Headquarter with what remained of his dignity.