Pairing: Steve McGarrett/ Danny 'Danno' Williams
Slash/Pre-slash or whatever the hell this is
Slash talk at least. Talk of a past OMC. Talk of past blowjob but not described just said in banter.
Pure Fluff
Summary: What if Dae Won (S6 Ep25)had needed a little more convincing before allowing Steve aka Evan Raintree (the much-needed pilot) to take his partner Danny aka David Carson (pilot's much needed mechanic) on the job?
Just a fun added scene of 'what if' before things go to hell in the episode. (Don't pretend you don't know what kinda hell I'm talking about. There have been a hundred wonderful, emotional fix-its…This is not one of them.) A 'what if' Steve decides to 'keep cover' by pretending to be overly possessive/jealous boyfriend. Knowing Danny wouldn't mind since he had once told Steve he would have gone with they were a couple so they wouldn't break cover during one of their other recent cases. Cos, Steve just had to break cover much to Danny's disgust. (Steve holding Mr. Pickles, rings any bells?) Anyway, let's say Steve decides to convince Dae Won that Evan and David are a couple. (A couple of idiots in love!) What if this opens Steve's eyes to something, he hadn't known about his Danno?
Unbeta'd. I will be honest. There will be mistakes people! I'm not perfect, hell, the only thing I can keep skinny is my wallet! Much less send out a story that doesn't have any mistakes, pfft! and somehow, I will still sleep tonight. :P
Another note: I know nothing about plane engines nor did I google them for research for this story like some talented writers would perhaps do. I just thought. Oooo, Fiction. Oh, that would be fun, um, funny actually as well as dangerous and stupid but LMAO fun. So, yeah…
Each time I watch Oke Ali'I Wale No Ka'u MakeMake (My Desire Is Only For The Chief) S6 Ep25 I think about this story plot. Finally thought to hell with it I'll write it. It's silly and I have been thinking about it for years now so…yeah. I hope you don't think it's totally crap but if you do. (You don't have to tell me about it, I do have my suspicions. Still will sleep tonight.) If you actually do like it, surprise me, go on shock the hell out of me, dear readers and tell me about it.
~*~Dae Won & A Couple of Loose Bolts~*~
~*~Part 1 of 1~*~
Danny: Buddy, ahem, when I was, um, about 12 years old, I saw two sea lions mate at the, uh, Turtle Back Zoo in West Orange.
Steve: Oh, yeah?
Danny: Yeah and I'm pretty sure there was more romance in that encounter than any date you've ever had in your entire life.
-Hoa 'Inea (Misery Loves Company) S6 Ep14
~*~Hawaii Five-0~*~
Steve McGarrett felt Danny Williams fierce and grim eyes burn into his very soul as they stood between an open Cessna engine.
"Stop it." Steve muttered to him. He knew without a single doubt, that his partner had heard him. For Danny had hearing like a damn bat. Steve briefly wondered if his friend always had freaky bat hearing or did it instantly show up the moment Danny became a father? As those fierce grim eyes turned into an annoyed glare, he knew now was not the time to wonder at certain questions…Like Danny's freaky hearing.
"Stop what, 'Evan'?" Danny aka David Carson asked innocently. Much too innocently as well as far too nicely coming from the blond detective. On a normal day that innocent and nice tone would have Steve grabbing as many grenades as possible. Knowing without question that some turbulent shit storm was coming and Danny going to blame him for it!
Not that a turbulent shit storm was coming. Nope. Though it if did. They would do what they always did. Deal. Handle it. Together, always together. Come back from the turbulent shit storm better and closer than before.
The unhesitant fact of the matter was one of the many things he admired about his partner was that the moment he was given a mission. He was completely and totally in that mission. Danny gave it his all. The moment he was given a cover, his fake name, fake life, he would live that fake life. Not give up until the mission, or job as Danny called it, was completely done and a report was written up about the whole blasted thing.
Steve knew damn well that if anything, anything at all, went wrong well…Danny…um, David would blame him and do a full on, hour long, rant about it later. Steve could count on that much like he could count on the sun rising tomorrow morning. Kono swimming in the ocean. Chin riding his motorcycle way over the speed limit. His neighbor's dog attempting to hump his leg when he goes on a nice Sunday morning run.
Steve did his best to withhold a much-needed sigh.
"You are worried this won't work, 'David', but trust me, it will." He told Danny in the calmest manner possible.
Wow. He hoped like hell that eye roll Danny just gave him hadn't hurt.
"I trust you." Danny whispered softly. Before giving a sharp nod and confirming in a normal tone, "I do, trust you."
Danny looked down at the engine. Touching random things. Steve found himself smiling slightly at the normally always clean man begin to rub black engine grease all over his hands and a little on his arms. Just a little. Not much. It was if that was simply an afterthought, as if he had a slight scratch that he simply had to take care of.
"I'm concerned." Danny finally admitted softly. Worriedly.
"When aren't you concerned, Da-a-n-vid?" Steve suddenly wanted to kick himself black and blue for nearly saying the wrong name.
Danny's eyes narrowed with heat and his body instantly tensed. Oh, yeah, Steve could almost 'see' the rant wanting to form upon those suddenly tight, thin silently moving lips. Before he bit his upper lip. Danny shook his head while releasing a long sigh. He suddenly turned to walk to a small table holding some tools.
"I'm concerned, Evan, about the fact you decided to wear a bright clearly new white shirt so you can 'help me' with this here engine." He picked up a small looking wrench, before continuing, "I'm also concerned, deeply mind you, that you'll do something incredibly stupid and we'll get killed without us once entering this tiny ass can opener of a plane! However, what really, really concerns me, buddy ol' pal, is Dae Won will only want a pilot. A pilot, mind you! He only needs a pilot! He does not need a pilot and his mechanic! I'm claustrophobic! I'm not hiding myself in a box or a piece of luggage upon a tiny plane that might as well be made of Legos!"
Steve shook his head. Seriously, he would NEVER suggest or even allow for his one and only Danno to hide in a box or stowaway in a piece of luggage or anywhere upon this nice and perfectly made for flight Cessna. His blond short-tempered partner was going to sit right next to him, be right there at his side throughout this whole thing no matter what.
"David, buddy, listen to me, Dae Won will take on both of us. I have a plan that I know will work. He tries to say he just wants me; I tell him that I refuse the job and he can go find someone else. I'll even wish him the best of luck too! What we have going for us is the fact that he needs a pilot right away."
Danny walks on over with a sway to his hips that only he could ever pull off. Wrench swinging carefully in his hand as he looks down at the engine.
"And?" Danny whispers.
His best friend frowns before repeating, "And…"
"He tries to waste your time. Change your mind. Maybe throws his weight around. You throw yours. Two Alpha men growling like dogs. Will threats be issued? Enemies be made? You need to be prepared. This could easily go sideways. Even the greatest of plans can be shot down in a heartbeat! Tell me, promise me, that you are prepared. That you have more of a plan than 'You won't let me take my mechanic, well, boo-hoo, fine! I won't work for you. Go suck it.'" Danny stated this carefully.
Those eyes of Danny's were full of emotion. So full of life. Yet, on emotion stood out among them all. It made Steve's shoulders tighten to that emotion there.
Fear. Just a hint but still there. Still quite real. Fear over the kind of hornet nest they were about to kick. He knew damn well that the fear wasn't for himself but for…
Steve seriously didn't want to deal with such emotion. Especially from Danny over him.
Danny simply cared far too deeply. It made Steve feel things he wanted to remain hidden and never deal with. They were best friends. Ohana. The only partner Steve ever wanted or needed in this whole crazy screwed up world. Something about Danny made Steve want things that at times confused him. Things that whispered 'forever' that made him sharply catch his breath.
Suddenly, Steve thought of something that would help. Help big time!
"Mr. Pickles!" Steve exclaimed like a crazy man.
So crazy in fact, that might explain why Danny's eyes went wide and he quickly looked around as if actually expecting to see that pure white cat wondering around. As if Mr. Pickles was known for regularly hanging out at Hanger Two, Kalaeloa Airport.
Um, sure, why not? The Kalaeloa Airport was were all the cool cats went to have a little time way from old slightly crazy cat ladies. Fun times!
"David, remember that lonely, nosy woman who thought we were gay and together? Remember what you said we should have done? Huh? Remember?" Steve asked while begging him to recall the events in question. Careful to keep his voice low, even if they were alone, it was best to be careful. They had mission, a job to do.
"Yeah, sure, Evan, I remember. Hard to forget, actually. I think the smell of those eggs you cooked in the microwave haunt me to this very day." Danny replied just as low. Eying him once more. Something was stirring within those blue eyes of his. A storm of understanding.
The short detective was always quick upon his toes.
Steve seriously enjoyed watching that sharp mind work. Quick, sharp like the deadliest of blades. The way that brain of his found the perfect piece to a puzzle.
Danny had once told Steve they should have gone with the whole gay thing so they wouldn't have broken their cover. Sure, telling that sweet old lady they were Five-0 and not the happy gay couple she thought they were wasn't the brightest idea he ever had. It could have easily back fired. She could have been the bad guy's granny for all he had known. She hadn't. In the end Jerry had a new friend and they had found a runaway cat, all the while closing the case.
"You just need to follow my lead." Steve ordered, "If we have to play the card, I'm gonna pretend to be your overly possessive and incredibly jealous boyfriend, who clearly does not trust you not to be a slut when I'm away."
"Because the cat will play, when it's master is away, got it." A mischievous twinkle entered Danny's eyes. Was that a slight smile that curved his lips? He began to take the small wrench to a random bolt or two.
Steve tilted his head a bit, "Isn't the saying the mice will play when the cat is away?"
Danny simply made a tsk sound. "Mice don't go into heat, Evan. Fine! You are my handsome but complete jerk of a boyfriend with trust issues and maybe even some abandonment issues thrown in for good measure. However, my love for you overwhelms me every second of the day, babe, every second of the day." Danny said this so solemnly and seriously that Steve was tempted to growl out a 'shut up' at him.
Some random small piece of the engine came off with a loud thud. Danny paled and carefully nudged it off to the side.
Steve felt his jaw tighten and his brow grow suddenly heavy. His voice now tight when he finally spoke.
"It will explain why I don't want to go anywhere without you!"
He eyed the forsaken engine part that Danny was now acting as if it might now give him Herpes or something. Just waiting for the argument to begin. Any moment now. The volcano that was known by all as Danny Williams would erupt and…and…his normally dangerous yet always interesting volcano shrugged instead.
"I'm game. I'm ready to play. Though next time we are forced into therapy together, I'm going to talk about how well you played at being the jealous jerk of a boyfriend. Who always forgets his wallet! Has never once taken me out for a nice romantic dinner or even a midnight stroll on the beach with the stars and moon as our guide all the while we hold hands."
"You hate strolls on the beach, Satin's Sandbox, I think you once called it." Steve quickly reminded his partner. "You don't like strolling the beach with the sun out much less at night. You said the beach should 'never' be walked on at night because one couldn't see what was really there! Also, you like being in bed by midnight if at all possible! Plus, you damn well know how to cook. Why the hell would I take you out to a romantic dinner when you can cook one for us at home? You want to hold hands, sure, after you clean the kitchen, you know after the mess you made."
Danny glared hotly at him all the while announcing, "I want a new boyfriend!"
"Too bad, cupcake, I'm forever at your side." Steve promised with a smirk.
"That sounded more like a threat than a promise and seriously you are an—" Danny's rant drifted off as if he noticed a sudden change in the air. More like he noticed Steve's tight body language and the way his eyes narrowed onto something behind Danny.
Yeah, the game was now on. For the people they were waiting for were know moving into the hanger. Coming close to the parked blue and white Cessna.
Steve forced himself to relax and give off a 'could care less' vibe. He would not fail this mission. The harmful drugs and the men selling these drugs…He and his team were going to smush them like bugs and they were the heavy ass kicking boot's heel.
Francis moved in first, his broken arm in a black sling. A special gift given to him by Steve. Giving is caring some people say.
Francis was followed closely by a man in a white and navy-blue shirt. Steve eyed them both. Knowing Danny was pretending not to notice the two men as they came up to them. Yet, he knew Danny would raddle off every single detail about the men in the follow up report he'd write later. Even as Steve studied the men, from the corner of his eyes he saw the way Danny's fingers moved and tightened onto the small wrench. Both he and Danny were aware of every moment these men made as well as the well-placed hidden weapons…
"Hey, mate." Steve greeted Francis with a slight Australian accent. Even though Steve had broken the asswipe's arm he had to play at pretending to being this man's BFF.
The asswipe in question nodded to give his full attention to Dae Won as if he was the center of the man's world. How rude. You break a guy's arm just once and he wants to pretend you don't exist!
Steve moves towards the two men. He sets down a piece of small metal upon a tiny table. He takes a red already dirty rag and begins to rub his hands on it. Nice and slow.
"This is the guy I was telling you about." Francis told Won nervously. Hopefully the guy thought Francis was nervous about whether he actually ended up liking his BFF and not that Steve might break his other arm if things suddenly goes sideways. Again, Steve didn't mind giving gifts like that, nor throwing perps into shark cages, dangling them off of tall skyrises. Seriously, he was a very giving kinda guy, no matter what Danny had to say about it. At least his gifts lasted for a long ass time!
"How are you doing? I'm Evan Raintree." Steve told them before nodding towards Danny. "That's David Carson, my mechanic."
Clearly, Danny thinks David is supposed to be super friendly instead of grumpy and standoffish, for he gives everyone a cheerful wave and smiles at them before going back to…Steve does his best not to finch when he hears a slight cling and another damn thud…whatever the hell Danny was doing with that wrench. Didn't Danny realize they needed the plane to actually fly? Serious, what the hell!
"I just need a pilot." Dae Won explained with a slight cold edge to his voice.
"Wait," Steve dangerously yet calmly eyed the man whose arm he had purposely broke before questioning him. Making damn sure to put forth his own cold edge into his tone. Dae Won did not own the monopoly on cold edges. "Did you talk to this guy?"
Francis quickly nodded. Not saying a word. But the silent, 'you are on your own, pal, have fun riding the shit creek without a paddle!' was there between them. Yeah. Someone might just walk away with two broken arms today!
Won studied Steve calmly with a bit of a frigid look about him. After a moment the cold man couldn't help but ask, "Talk to me about what?"
Steve gestured towards the blond playing with damn plane's engine. If he heard another cling or thud, he was going to throw something at man who simply smiled his way. All happy go lucky, nothing wrong happening over here. Seriously, Danny could be the most annoying man not just in the state of Hawaii but the whole planet! He needed to stop taking that wrench to the damn bolts! Honestly.
"That's my mechanic." Steve did his best not to growl darkly. Hopefully he didn't fail, but…Damn it, Danny! "I don't fly without my mechanic. We're a package deal."
"If you want the job," Won spoke as if he had the upper hand. Foolish man. "You'll make an exception."
Steve shrugged as he spoke, "Okay. All right. I don't want the job. You're not gonna waste my time, mate."
"I always go with him because he thinks I'm going to cheat on him if he leaves me alone." Danny adds quietly and innocently to the conversation.
Steve shots him a dark look. "There is no 'thinks' about it, mate. The one time I fly off without you, I come home to find another man's boxers under the sofa."
Danny rolls his eyes. "I told you I wanted to try some boxers to see if I liked them. Clearly, no. Seeing I left them down on the floor."
"They weren't even your size!" Steve decided to add.
"Maybe that is why I didn't like 'em. Go on take the job, Evan. I'll stay at home order some pizza with just pineapple on it. Maybe sit on our sofa and try out some different sized boxers that actually work this time. Also, it would be nice to use the remote control for a while." Danny looks over at Won to claim sadly. "My Sweetie here, gave me a new television set for my birthday. Months ago, and I have yet to touch the remote."
"No to touching the remote. That remote is too sensitive. No to sitting on our sofa in your underwear. Because there is no job. I won't let another man ever touch you again, David." Steve promised. "You are mine, damn it!"
Danny gave a nod. "Sure, sure. I don't want another man to touch me, only you. However, Evan, Babe, you do have some serious issues that we need to work on. You think everyone wants to drill my fine ass for gold. You have control issues. Abandonment issues. As well as other issues that I'm sure are just waiting to show themselves. With my luck I'm going to end up on some true crime show about how no one can find my body because my boyfriend didn't trust me not cheat on him!"
"I would never kill you. Maybe keep you chained down in the basement…you know if we had basement." Steve did his best not to say this in a creepy manner but…clearly, he failed given Danny, Dae, and Francis' wide-eyed looks his way.
"There is something seriously wrong with you!" Danny quickly told him.
Won just sighed, as if the weight of the world was on his shoulders. That he already had a long hard day and was just ready for the day to become dead to him. Steve felt no sympathy for the man, he had chosen the life of a criminal dirtbag after all.
"All right. Just wait, wait, wait." Criminal Dirtbag in questioned chose to quickly intervene before he learned more about Evan and David's rocky (and desperate need of couples' therapy) romance. "Don't be saying no to the job. Listen, Francis knows you. I don't." He reached into his bag to pull out a scanner and lightly waves it towards Steve and Danny before continuing, "But, here is how this works, if you check out, the both of you, job's yours."
"Oh!" Francis looked surprised. "I told you, they're clean."
Seriously? Francis (aka lucky I don't walk around with two broken arms) was surprised that criminal dirtbag wasn't just going to take his word on who to trust? Francis wasn't really bright. Hmm. Maybe he had been dropped on his head one too many times as a kid?
Now Dae Won looked annoyed before he asked, "Is this gonna be a problem, hmm? Running your prints?"
He knew that Kono and Chin had taken care of their covers. Steve towards him with stealth much like a slight predator, quickly presses his thumb down on Won's little machine as he looked him in the eye to say, "No, no it's not gonna be a problem."
Danny silently watching everything that is going on. Had finally, seriously what the hell, put down the tool he'd been using. A tool his partner should not have been using in the first place. Just watch later the man was going to bitch at him all the way home about how Steve hadn't stopped him using said tool and how they nearly died because of it. How it was all his fault. Just watch. It will so happen! Unless later bullets started flying at some point. That too was sure to be his fault.
Danny has picked up a rag to rub at his hands. Nice and slow. Also, he was eyeing Dae Won up and down. Wait, was he…no…Seriously, he was giving the man flirty eyes? What the hell he only gave flirty eyes to certain women and him and…and…Those flirty eyes were his damn it!
Dae moves towards him all the while saying, "You're next, partner."
Did those flirty eyes of Danny's melt the criminal's brain or something? Why say that? Of course, he was next. He could have just said, 'your turn.' Or just nodded at him. Also, partner? Hey, the only partner Danny Williams had and would ever have was named Steve McGarrett who was playing at being Evan Raintree at the moment…So…W-What was that look between those two men?
Danny tosses the rag onto a table and moves in a bit closer.
"Maybe," Why was Danny's voice low, sexy low in fact, and teasing? Seriously, teasing? Danny was eyeing him as if he was an ice-cold beer on an extremely hot and humid day. "We should be checking you out? Huh?"
Dae Won didn't look at all offended. Or annoyed. Or even frigid anymore. All he did was eye Danny right back as he held out his machine.
"Hands."
In response to Won's words Danny placed his middle finger on the machine. Allowing it to take his print.
"Yeah, yeah." Danny spoke in a light and airy tone, with no care in the world. "Knock yourself out. Got it good? I do have more than one finger."
He slowly removed his finger. Won took a moment to look Steve's partner up and down.
"I'll be in touch." The criminal dirtbag that Steve was now certain he was going to have to shoot at some point today promised before he touched his Danny with his scanner. A teasing light bump to the chest. Danny's incredibly sexy chest.
What was THAT about? What was Dae Won going to pull on Danny's hair before running across the playground with a giggle too while he was at it?
Nope.
Looked like Dae Won, another criminal who clearly needs to have an arm broken before being thrown into a shark cage simply is walking away. Away from the Cessna. Away from Hanger 2. Away from his partner, Danny Williams. Far, far away.
Yeah. With that cocky walk of his, Steve knew he was going to be pulling out his gun at some point today. No doubt about it. For he'd be coming back around.
Around his Danno.
After a long moment, after hearing a door shut and then a car that started off somewhere.
Danny sighed, before placing his hands on his hips. His face suddenly dangerous. "Good job there, Francis!"
Oh, right. Francis was still around. Because he was still under arrest and he decided not to piss off cops that would break another bone if he attempted to make a run for it. Nice.
Steve placed a heavy hand on Francis' shoulder. "Yeah, good job."
"Oh, he could have done a better job. He was half assed at best! A-And you! Seriously, there is a huge difference between jealous boyfriend and could be a 'Criminal Minds' unsub!" Danny growled at him.
"I would be such a cool badass 'Criminal Minds' unsub." Steve couldn't help but add to the conversation.
"No." Danny shook his head sadly. "You would just be some dude with serious issues. Who really should've gotten help years ago. Then later you'll get shot and try to make yourself better with plastic wrap and pieces of bread."
Steve slowly blinked at him. Not sure what to say to that for a long silent moment until finally he found his voice, "Good thing you are a cop and not a writer for the show. Otherwise, the show would've never lasted very long."
Danny didn't look at all offended. "I never said I was a writer but as long as one kept Spencer Reid along for the ride and with all the shit he's gone through in life…Just, come on, let him at least have a happy ending once in a while."
"Who?" Steve asked just to annoy him.
"You are now dead to me." Danny informed his partner, his voice grim.
"Danny—"
"Dead. To. Me." He snapped, turning away from him.
Well, Steve knew he wasn't going to win so he quickly changed the subject. "You did great at pretending to be gay."
"Wait, you guys aren't a couple?" Francis quickly asked as if he couldn't help himself. Surprise quite evident upon his face. "Or married? Or even gay?"
"No!" Steve informed him quickly.
"I'm bi." Danny spoke calmly as if discussing the weather.
Steve couldn't help but stare at his partner. "Since when?"
"Oh, don't start. I've given you clues for years now. Hell, you have to know. Remember that one case where we had to talk to some people out at the gun range? Huh? Remember? There was a guy there that was flirting heavily with me and later you said I should have gotten his number and I said I did. We had a date. I remember telling you that!"
"I thought you were joking." Steve attempted to say this carefully.
Danny's eyes widened then narrowed. "Seriously? You thought I was joking? As in HAHA? Seriously? Then that morning when you asked me how it went and I told you about him taking me on a long ass hike to see some beautiful spot. Which, okay, it was beautiful. Could have used more bug spray. But we had a lovely picnic. Realized it would never work between us because he didn't like kids."
"Sure, but it sounded like a lie when you said that just because it couldn't work didn't mean you both couldn't have a nice 'it was good knowing ya' blowjob." Steve told him defensively, with his hands now on his hips.
"A lie? What man lies about giving and receiving a blowjob, Steven?" Danny asked him angrily. So angry his hands were moving.
"Because, Danno, NATURE! When you went hiking with me you complained constantly about how you didn't want to take a piss because you were surrounded by suspicious nature! Heaven forbid a boar or some type of questionable bug wanted to make a meal out of it!" Steve told him hotly.
"It's always different when sex is involved! Hell, I even like the beach when sex is involved!" Danny said as if he was explaining things to the village idiot.
"It's true," Francis cut in. "Everything, nature, the beach, even future incarceration is good when sex is involved."
At least the partners could agree on one thing right now as they both told Francis to 'shut up' at the exact same time.
Danny sighed. "Listen, none of that matters, now. What matters is you need to fix, you know, that."
Danny was gesturing wildly towards the engine of the plane, or perhaps he wanted Steve to fix everything that he perceived as wrong in his life.
"That?" Steve questioned, feeling numb and dumb. His Danny, his beautiful Danno was bi? Seriously?
"The plane, it was your brilliant idea that I play your mechanic!" Danny ranted; eyes full of blue fire. "I'm not getting close to that deathtrap until it's completely fixed. That engine fell apart at the gentlest of touches! There was something clearly already wrong with it!"
"You took a wrench to it, Danny! There was no gentle touch!" Steve decided to hell with it, he was going to allow his annoyance shine through. "Plus, you couldn't be the pilot!"
"You claim you never knew I was bi after all these years of clues being thrown your way! How do you know that I can't fly?" Danny asked with narrowed eyes as he angrily licked his lips like a snake about to strike.
Huh, those lips sure looked pretty…kissable. No, no he can't go there.
"Can you?" Steve was surprised to find his voice suddenly sounding rough and low. The thought of his Danny actually flying…piloting a plane. Those strong hands on the controls…hmm…
Danny blinked. Some reason he looked frozen in shook before he shook his head. "No, and so not the point! Fix this, Steven! I'll meet you back at HQ. All this grease is making me long for a hot shower."
Hmm. Hot shower meant naked. Steve watched a certain part of his partner's anatomy as he walked away.
"Damn." Francis said with a whistle. Reminding Steve that his prisoner was still close by. "I'm seriously surprised you two aren't a couple but now that I think about it. If he was yours, he'd so be wearing your ring. Oh, hey, tell me do you think I have a shot with him?"
Steve felt himself glaring at ugly ass Francis instead of watching a masterpiece move further away.
The guy was about to have a black eye to go with that broken arm.
"You are a criminal, Francis. So, no." He informed him.
"What criminals can't romance sexy cops?" The dumbass questioned curiously and oddly enough he actually sounded like a hopeful romantic.
"Not going to happen. Ever. So, forget about it!" He grabbed his phone to text Kono to come and take care of their prisoner. She had been at another hanger looking down her scope of her rifle in case they needed backup.
He had a plane to fix and he couldn't help but wonder to himself that maybe after the case he shouldn't ask Danny out for a nice dinner and a romantic stroll upon the beach as the sun was setting.
Hmm. Wouldn't hurt to ask.
~*~The End~*~
Note: I hope you enjoyed. I had fun writing this. I do have thoughts of a sequel where Danny learns to pilot a small plane and getting the boys together. We'll see, until then…Stay awesome!
