Guess what? MAGGIE IS BACK! This is like my favorite original character, I like her a lot and I have a great time writing her. I think I might make her permanent, besides I think she would make a great couple with Danny...who knows?

I'm working on something else, actually I've been working on this somerthing else sense yesterday but my muse decided to ran away from me. I'm waiting for her to come back soon.

Big gigantic hugs to my beta!

off to read now my lovelies.

"You absolute crazy bitch," I hear Maggie on the phone. I've heard her complain about all the crap I do more times than I can count but never this angrily before. I'm pretty sure if she had me in front of her she would slap me. "What the fuck are you doing?"

"I seriously don't know," I speak with pure honesty, because after Steve left I couldn't sleep; I kept thinking about how much heart break a man can take and I was really breaking Steve's heart.

"Why didn't you just say yes? Why?"

"I told you I don't know… I mean I guess I was thinking Danny had really convinced him to propose and he was doing this because he thought I wanted to… be his wife and all."

"Which is true. You do want to be Mrs. McGarrett."

"Yes."

"So what's wrong with Danny giving him a little push? I don't see the problem."

"I just…"

"I'm gonna say this again, you're a crazy bitch."

"Maggie…"

"You have a beautiful daughter and there's a man who's crazy about being with you, making you his wife and you just go ahead and screw everything up?"

"I did not screw everything up!"

"You probably just broke the poor man's heart."

"I did not!"

"So this means he will never EVER pop the question again!"

"I'm sure he will."

I didn't mention the engagement ring he gave me, nor the fact that instead of wearing it on my finger I put it on a chain around my neck because even thought I didn't say yes, I wasn't thinking about saying no either.

Sometimes I confuse myself.

"Which means he will eventually find someone, hopefully someone not anything like the crazy psycho Stacie was, settle down, have more babies, and you'll be sitting home alone, crying your eyes out because you let him go."

"How can you be so evil?" I complain to her though it didn't make sense because it was like she was just having a conversation with herself.

"I'm not evil. I'm just your conscience telling you all the things you're doing wrong."

"If you just see things the way I am seeing them..."

"All I'm seeing is you, alone, crying and Steve being happy with someone else."

He loves me, and loves our daughter. He would never leave me for someone else. Right?

"I have to hang up now," I interrupt her, "Steve will be here any minute and I don't want him to hear me talking about our personal life with you."

"No, you don't want to hear me telling you the truth you refuse to accept, that's what's really going on."

"Bye, Maggie."

"Bye, not future Mrs. McGarrett!" she laughs and I shake my head amusingly. No matter what she says, she always makes me laugh. "Oh wait. If you don't want him, can I have him?"

I hang up, just in time to hear a knock on the door. Steve is smiling, which is a surprise to me; I assumed Steve would be upset, but he isn't. He's smiling as if last night never happened, as if he hadn't proposed and I hadn't said no.

"Hey, you ready?"

"Ready for what?" I ask. It's Saturday and we don't work on Saturdays unless someone decides to murder or kidnap someone, which hopefully wasn't the case.

"I wanna take you girls somewhere," he spoke as he made his way towards the baby's room, which was basically my room since this house was really small.

"Are we gonna go house hunting? Because you promised me you would."

It was sort of a deal we had because Steve had complained several times about how small this house was, especially to raise a child in. I had initially said no but a few days later I changed my mind when I realized putting the crib there was the only thing that fit. And since there was no other room here, Elisa would have to sleep with me when she grows up. No girl would want that, right? So he promised me on our day off he would help me find a new house, with more than one room obviously.

"Something like that," he said, holding a very awake Elisa.

"What do you mean..?"

"Would you just trust me? We're going out," he says a little too pushy.

"Fine."

I hated when he was all mysterious. And bossy, but then again that was something I saw everyday.

"Can you at least give me a hint?"

"Nope."

"Fine, be that way."

TBC.