On Love and Other Things
Summary: Steve and Kono get some. Or do they?
Disclaimer: I do not own anything H50.
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Three.
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Philippine Consulate
Nuuanu, Oahu
"The targets are young women who recently just immigrated to the islands from the Philippines. Nursing school graduates who're looking for jobs to earn money to send home. Please McGarrett, I went to Governor Jameson because she said you could help me stop him. I... I have a daughter myself..."
The stately, Southern Colonial building sat nestled amongst the lush landscaping common in the valleys of Hawaii. The pounding, throbbing club music, pouring from the residence however, was more commonly heard in the heart of Waikiki, from the clubs along Ala Moana Boulevard. It was the second time in six months that the Consulate General, Farolan Alconcel, was holding a fundraiser. But this time he had a mission.
Most people discreetly ignore the overly amorous couple hidden in the shadows.
Kono lightly gripped the lapels of Steve's coat and leaned into him. He nuzzled her earlobe and lightly kissed her neck, eliciting a soft moan from her. The club music continued to pulse through the old wooden home, causing it to vibrate.
"Boss. Boss?" she whispered loudly. "You have a good enough view?"
Steve surveyed the rest of the great-room. From their dark corner, leaning back against the low shelf with Kono in his arms, he had a good vantage point of all the guests.
"Yeah," he said. "Chek looks like he's cataloguing the women here," Steve said, bristling. Then he remembered Kono and instantly relaxed.
While one hand rested on her slim hip, the other found its way to the daringly low-cut back of her midnight blue dress. Running his warm hand and fingers across the bare skin of her lower back caused her breath to catch and she pressed herself against him.
Steve pulled her closer to him, which required repositioning his legs so that she could stand between them. A small "oh," escaped her lips and he felt himself instantly fill with heat. Kono's breathing deepened against his ear, encouraging him to use both hands to explore the smooth, silky skin of her back.
"His name is Chek Yong. He came to the Consulate claiming to be a 'business man' with dual citizenship with the Philippines and Singapore. His business, I found, involved human trafficking." Pacing in his office, Alconcel sounded broken. "Commander McGarrett, I unfortunately assisted him in acquiring approximately fifteen young women the last time he generously arranged a fundraising event here for the Filipino Community. But I assure you, I unknowingly did so."
"I've been working these last few months to get him back here for the sole purpose of finding a way to end his exploitation of these young women. The Governor assured me that your task-force would be able to put an end to all of this." Alconcel did nothing to hide the desperation in his voice. "We must succeed McGarrett."
Objectivity be damned. How could any man, in their right mind, maintain any focus with THIS woman in their arms? McGarrett was in trouble.
Kono moved her hands up to rest around his neck, and as Steve pulled back, he shamelessly searched her face for what he himself was suddenly needing. He groaned as his eyes met hers, dark with the same want. Steve held her tight, pressed against him and bent his head to capture her lips with his own.
Another deep, throaty moan from Kono and his one hand dipped below the 'v' of material on her lower back to caress and squeeze her. She hissed in surprise, breaking away momentarily. Kono's ragged breathing was driving him delirious with desire. Claiming his lips as she ran her fingers through his hair, she pressed the full length of her torso against him.
"Kono, I... I mean, I'm sorry, I got maybe a little carried away... "
She smirked. "No, It's... it's okay, brah." Her eyes twinkled. "Trust me," her voice softened. "If I didn't on some level want it to happen, if I didn't want to participate the way I did, you'd be flat on the ground with my foot in your mouth."
Steve smirked, his blue eyes brighter than usual. "Really." He nodded slightly. "So... that means I have permission to do it again?" He grinned at her rakishly.
Kono couldn't hold in her snort. "Let me think about it," she said as she started walking away.
"Danny? Did you even hear what I said?" Chin found Danno slumped over his desk and nudged him in the shoulder. The blonde detective's head bounced up, a look of confusion on his face. He had clearly been sleeping at his desk.
At 8:30 in the morning.
"What? Huh?" mumbled Danny. A red patch had formed on his forehead, indicating the spot at which he rested his head against his desk. Danny shook his head stubbornly, trying to expel the last vestiges of his very strange dream. "Urgh." He ran a hand over his face and blew out a breath.
"Hey Danny, you okay?"
"Yeah, sorry," he said smiling sheepishly. "Not a word to McGarrett, Chin, please." Danny's hands in prayer were bobbing in front of him.
"You sure you aren't sick or something, brah?" Chin's brow furrowed.
"Nah, no. I... haven't been sleeping well, is all." As he shook his head again, Danny cleared his throat loudly. "Uhm, uh, what were you asking?"
"Okay. I said, if those two ever... you know..." Chin gestured towards Kono's and Steve's offices, both of whom were vacant due to their inhabitants running late. "...show up, we should head out."
"Right to finish the Alconcel case." Danny started looking for the file on his desk.
"What? What're you talking about Danny?" Chin looked genuinely worried. "I meant call it day. You think we've got a case?"
"What'dya mean? Seriously, the Consulate General of the Philippines? No?" Danny started to look even more baffled. "Human trafficking?" He stood and gestured. Chin shook his head and crossed his arms across his chest. "No? You're telling me I dreamed a whole case?" And all the other stuff too?
"We've been dry all week, brah," answered Chin. "You do know it's Thursday right? We've been up to our armpits in paperwork though." He shook his head, clearly amused. "Must have been some dream."
"Huh."
"So... did we do good? In your dream? Did we solve the case?" Chin asked curiously, leaning against his door frame.
"Hmm, come to think of it," Danny sat again, "I can't remember if we really solved it all, but parts of it were so vivid, you know, so realistic?"
"That's what they feel like, I guess."
"But there was a good guy, Farolan Alconcel, a bad guy, Chek Yong, and Steve and Kono."
"Oh? You even have names?" Chin couldn't suppress his chuckle.
Danny ignored him and continued. "But the weirder thing, is that it was implied that we were there, we just weren't physically there." His hand gestures appeared just as mixed up as he was. "Mostly, I saw Steve and Kono."
Chin arched a brow.
"I know, I know." Danny said, chuckling. "It was so goofy. And... and they were undercover you know? As a party going couple at the Consulate, in a dark corner, doing... stuff." His eyebrows shot up suggestively.
Chin scrunched up his face. "Brah, let's not, please... she's my cousin, almost a sister. Can I not think about that kind of stuff?" Chin huffed. He shot a hand out towards Danny, "should I be pissed at you or something? I could be, since you're dreaming about my cousin."
"What? No. No. No. Not me, I mean, yes, she was in my dream." Danny was back-peddling. "But I," he said, poking himself with a finger. "I wasn't the the one, doing stuff, with – with her... it was Steve."
Chin chuckled loudly. "It's okay brah. I was just joking." He paused only briefly to look down at the floor and then his head shot up again. "You sure it was Steve though?" He asked, titling his head.
"Yeah. Yes. Not me." Danny clarified, putting his hands up in surrender. "Look, forget I even said anything. It's that Melatonin I'm taking." He shook his head at his excuse for the bizarre dream he just had.
At work.
While zonked out on his desk.
Chin grinned. "No worries brah, plus, I kinda have this feeling that if they ever developed the courage to, Kono would have it all under control anyway." He smirked slightly.
Danny arched a brow. "Really?"
"Really." Chin softly snorted to himself. "Maybe you should stop taking that herbal sleeping pill," he added. "How'd you manage to get to work anyway?"
The Jersey detective laughed. "Honestly Chin, I remember driving here, but after sitting down at my desk... who knows?"
"I guess that's what a slow week does to us," said Chin, thoughtfully, with some levity.
"Yeah."
"Yeah."
End.
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A/N: How many of you actually hate me right now? Sorry, but I do want them together, of course! But, the flirting, the tension, the banter, all of that is much, much more fun in the end, don't you think? Oh, and I know. I KNOW. What the hell is Danny doing dreaming of his partners doing those things? Hmmmm... Also, I know Melatonin does not do any of that stuff it did to Danny.