Oh dear this is very very silly!
I really don't own them or get any cash or anything for writing it - shame!
I have to thank Mari217, how grown up am I to have a Beta?! How patient and good must she be to correct all the mistakes and stupidity?! ;-) Thank you!
Lt Commander Steven McGarrett looked at the screen which showed the suspect sitting in
the blue interrogation room and felt a surge of hatred for the arrogant young man. At his knowledge of the crimes that had been committed; the arrogance of the youth perpetrating the crimes; and the fall out it caused to the young victims who believed the young man's every word. Steve's desire to find and punish the criminal mastermind was overwhelming. In fact this, this boy, his mind spat angrily, had quickly become Steve's own personal 'enemy number one.' Now they had him. Finally.
He looked at his partner and knew he felt the same. The arrest had been text book, frustratingly so. Both men would have welcomed the opportunity to exercise their full immunity and means, no one who knew the depths of his depravity would complain if their prisoner had a few extra bruises. Unblemished and still grinning, Steve took comfort in the fact he would not be leaving without a full confession; whatever it took.
"Has he cried and asked for his mommy yet?" Danny asked, venom oozing from his very pores.
"Not yet," Steve shifted his stance, not taking his eyes off the screen. "I say we let him stew for another few minutes then go in and make him regret when he tangled with 5-0"
"Sounds like a plan. Have you something good planned for if he won't spill the beans?" Danny asked.
Steve looked at him with the kind of grin that usually made Danny go scrambling for his TAC vest, "Of course. Nothing concrete, but I reckon we can improvise." Looking at his partner he suddenly noticed the wide pineapple covered tie he was sporting. How had he missed that? He reached over and gave it a playful tug, "What's with the tie, Danny? I mean, uh, I thought we had this sorted, no one in Hawaii wears a tie."
"Personal space, Steven." Danny answered, batting the other man's hand away, "It was a present from Grace."
At the mention of the little girl, both men grew somber again and returned their eyes to the prisoner. They never spoke it aloud, but they both knew this bust was for Grace.
At that moment Kono entered with two coffees, "Here you go, Boss; other boss. You got him?"
"Yep," Steve took the hot cup from her and took a sip without glancing at her.
"Wow," said Kono. "Is that him?" She joined them in front of the monitor.
"In the flesh." Steve looked up at the admiration in her tone. Her hair was wet and she was wearing a lei, tight cut offs and a white blouse under which her turquoise bikini top showed. Between Danny's slightly nauseating tie and her get up, clearly he he'd missed the wear something mildly inappropriate to work memo the day before. He raised his eyebrows but said nothing.
"That's quite some flesh," Kono said, leaning closer to the monitor to get a better view. "I mean, wow, I didn't expect him to be so...well, hot!"
"Kono!" Danny was appalled.
"Brah, a girl's not dead just 'cause she carries a badge and gun," Kono grinned filthily at the blond man. "What on earth is he wearing?"
"It's a stripper style Navy costume," Danny grinned back now, knowing how much this detail was annoying Steve. "The legs are held together with velcro, you know, so it just rips off. Apparently he was one of the club's biggest draws." His grin widened further, "Steve's probably got one at home just like that. Isn't that right, Babe?" He and Kono laughed aloud at the glare that Steve threw their direction.
He grunted at them and then pointed to the monitor, "We need to break this scumbag. I'm not going to have him walking out of here with that cocky grin on his face." He brought his fist down hard on the table beside him. The other two sobered up immediately. He was right. Enough nonsense.
"Are you going to be alright in there, Babe?" Danny's concern was evident. He clearly sensed how on edge Steve felt about this.
Steve shrugged him off. Danny could read him like a book. Everything about this just felt...off. He couldn't put his finger on it, but his feeling of unease was building. This was one criminal that he had felt desperate to get and yet, now he was here at his mercy, Steve couldn't fight the feeling that his anger was misplaced; that this was somehow wrong.
The anger was there however, He finally spoke, smiling a humorless smile. "I'll be fine. I promise not to rip him limb from limb just yet." He straightened up and steeled himself, "I think it's time to do this."
At that moment the doors flew open, "Danno!" the small girl careened headlong into her father's arms.
"Gracie? What on earth are you doing here?" Steve was more than surprised. "How did you even get in here?"
"I came to get Tommy. Mommy says he is playing with you."
"What?!" Steve was aghast. Turning back to the monitor he was astounded to see that instead of the slicked back, seedy creep that they had arrested there was a small, weedy ten year old boy.
He ran to the door and flung it open.
"How the hell did you get in here?" he snarled at the child.
"Hey, Mister," the little boy in the dress up sailor's outfit said as he slipped from the chair and ducked under Steve's arm into the room. He completely ignored Steve's question.
"Hey, Tommy!" Grace jumped down from Danny's arms.
"Hey, Grace! You were right, this place is really cool. But a tsunami would still destroy it in a second and kill your Daddy right away."
"Wow, Tommy! You are so amazing." Grace hung on his every word as if her life depended on it.
Steve shook his head, this was wrong. He blinked his eyes hard but no one else in the room seemed at all worried! Danny was now eating a huge slice of pineapple covered pizza. Steve rubbed his hands across his face in disbelief. This could not be happening!
"Hey, Monkey." Danny reached forwards and planted a kiss on his daughter's forehead. He didn't seem to have noticed that the young woman he was speaking to, while clearly Grace was NOT the Grace that had come into the room initially. This was a grown up version and she was beautiful. And, what is worse, the now also once again grown up Tommy was noticing! Steve's blood began to boil.
"What are we going to do tonight, Tommy?" she asked, looking at the 'prisoner' in a way Steve felt Grace should NEVER look at a boy.
"Oh, you know," Tommy slung his tattooed arm around her slender shoulders. "Let's go out in boats and have lots and lots of sex." He turned and winked at Steve, "You know, because I'm a sailor..."
Steve watched in horror as grown-up Tommy turned and began to walk grown-up Grace towards the doors. He turned frantically to Danny for help; surely this wasn't going to happen. Surely no father would let this happen. Danny however, was now engaged in a very heated make out session with Kono. Gabby and Adam would be so mad!
It was up to him. Steve reached for his weapon. He was going to end this punk's reign of terror once and for all. He drew his gun...
He sat bolt upright in bed as the yell escaped from his throat, "NNNNNNOOOOOOOO!"
His breath was coming in gasps and he was twisted in the sheets, "Tommy!"
"Shh, Steve… Steve!" Catherine's concerned face swam into focus. She was close beside him but taking care not to touch him. "Steve?"
"I'm here...with you…it's nothing, Cath, just a dream," he huffed out, turning to sit on the edge of the bed. He knew he concerns. He ran a hand over his face, "Wacked out dream, that's all."
"You scared me!" Cath wriggled over until she was sitting beside him. Carefully she put an arm across his shoulders. They'd done this dance before. Not always this easily. He took her other hand and kissed it.
"Seriously, Babe. Just a dream, not even a bad one, just a bit weird, that's all. Nothing for you to worry about."
She huffed a relieved breath she didn't know she'd been holding. She knew most of the demons that occasionally visited him at night and could see that he was telling the truth. She leant into his bare shoulder, kissing it. "Wanna to tell me about it?"
"Not really," he turned to look at her and grinned, "I think today's events were playing more on my mind than I thought."
"Really?' Cath asked curiously.
"Yeah." He shook his head again slightly to shake the last images of grown up Tommy manhandling his little Gracie. He turned now to look at his 'not-girlfriend.' His stomach tightened slightly, she was looking very good in one of his old Navy shirts with bed hair. He reached around, cupping her cheek, "You don't want to know." He, however, was never one to let opportunity pass him by. He flashed her one of his patented smiles, "You know, since we're both awake..."
She barked a laugh, "You're insatiable, Commander." She rolled her eyes, but also gave him a small smile, licking her lips slightly. That was all the encouragement he needed and he swiveled to face her completely, pulling her into an embrace and beginning to kiss up her neck.
She closed her eyes and moaned gently but she was curious and wanted more answers about the dream that had caused her rude awakening, "You shouted 'Tommy'?"
"Hmm," Steve paused his nibbling of her earlobe. Dating a Naval Intelligence officer had its drawbacks. Steve resumed his ministrations, hoping to throw her off.
Another gorgeous moan, but she managed to continue, "You woke up shouting, 'Tommy.' Please tell me you didn't dream you were water-boarding a ten year old kid."
Steve pulled away slightly, "No! Of course not!" He avoided her eyes, though.
She started to giggle. "Oh Steve!"
"Seriously, are we going to do this now?" Steve was unimpressed.
"Aww, You poor thing. You had a rough day." Catherine, still giggling, started to rub his chest. "Come here," she whispered in a honeyed voice, "Come on, Commander."
Grin back on his face, Steve turned quickly and in one fluid movement had them both flat on the bed, his body gently pinning hers to the soft mattress. He kissed back up her neck, finally capturing her mouth in a deep, passionate kiss. He was just slipping his hand under the hem of her tee-shirt when she gave a sudden giggle.
He paused, pushing himself back on his elbow, "Cath?" It was his turn to be puzzled. "Um, not quite the reaction a guy hopes for at this moment, Babe..."
"I know, I know...sorry," she hastily composed herself. "I was just thinking about...actually never mind … as you were, Sailor."
Steve moved in again, more warily this time, searching her face before kissing her again, softly this time. He felt her body relax beneath him. And was just getting into his stride when once more as his hand started to skim the soft skin of her stomach she crumpled into fits of giggles.
"What on earth?" he really was not a happy man at this point.
She could barely breathe "I'm sorry...Steve...I didn't... I mean," she paused wiping a small tear from her eye, "Camera Sultana!" she choked out before collapsing completely, the bed actually shaking with her laughter.
Steve pushed himself up to sit, looking at his incapacitated lover. "Seriously?" He pushed himself up looking at her in disgust.
All he got was a garbled apology and "Your face!" before she buried her head in the pillow, howling with laughter.
"Great. Well that's just great then!"
Growling dangerously about small boys needing to watch their backs, Steve pushed himself back up to stand at the foot of the bed. He glowered down at the woman in the bed who had pulled herself up to lean against the headboard, knees drawn up and her head thrown back, her laughter echoed round the still house. His annoyance faded at the sight. She was beautiful and she was in his bed. His dark expression changed to a grin once more. He was never one to retreat.
Grabbing her legs he yanked her down the bed eliciting a small squeal as she found herself flat on her back. "Alright, Lieutenant. Let's prove how Sailors get their rep."
Ok, really daft I know, but it had to happen after last chapter! Also I know this was a little Grace light, i promise to fix that next chapter! It's my birthday so instead of a card, hows about a review?! ;-)
Thanks for reading!