A/N: Wow, I'm overwhelmed by your response! I love me some Grimes and McGarrett, but I had no idea so many people would be interested in this short story. Thank you to the following for leaving lovely reviews: rocknrollprincess131, WishfulThinker66, mrsreedus69, PsychoBeachGirl88, Guest, angelicedg, Littlefirequeen, and lollipop2404.

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In the morning, Rick was greeted by a raging headache. He'd almost been graced with no memory of the night before, but unfortunately, it all came back to him in one giant tidal wave of regret. Amy's upset expression had been quite sobering – there was no forgetting it.

On the other hand, he was happy to remember everything before that. He would've had her right there on the porch, had she let him. He found the thought disturbing. He'd always considered himself a gentleman when it came to women, but something in Amy brought out his animalistic side – it kind of scared him a little bit.

Putting her out of his mind and getting on with his day, he met with Deanna to discuss his new job. She made him the constable with a badge, handcuffs – the works. He accepted the responsibility, but wanted to have a private chat with Daryl. He felt uneasy about the arrangement – it didn't make sense to put a stranger in such a high position of power.

The two men met outside of the walls, keeping a low profile as they entered the woods. Daryl said he wanted to do some hunting, so it was the perfect excuse if someone came asking questions. They spent about an hour walking around and expressing their concerns. As they neared the south wall, Daryl stopped Rick and pointed to something.

"Looks like somebody's gettin' friendly with the locals."

Rick watched as Amy stood in close proximity to Steve, a flirtatious smile gracing her radiant face. Steve was smiling back while she stroked his bare arm. Rick clenched his jaw until it hurt and settled a restless hand on his gun belt.

Meanwhile, Amy was enjoying a quiet moment with Steve, who had invited her out for a perimeter sweep. Although, she suspected it was more for some alone time – which she certainly did not oppose. She was still furious about Rick's behavior the night before and desperately needed to take her mind off of it.

Steering the subject toward something of her own interest, she asked, "What kind of love life did you have before all of this?"

Steve shifted his assault rifle to one side and said, "I was never really much of a relationship guy. I didn't have time with my job."

"So you had hookups?" she asked in a forward manner.

Steve half smiled and her heart did a little flip at the sight. "No, not even that. There was one woman I dated for a while, but yet again, work got in the way."

She eyed his outfit – gray cargo pants, boots, and a black t-shirt – and felt herself get weak at the thought of the hard body underneath.

"That isn't much of an issue now, huh?" she commented as she reached over and caressed his arm with her fingertips.

Steve licked his lips and gazed at her intently, studying her face. Suddenly, he tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and let out a soft chuckle. "I've been trying, but for the life of me can't figure out what color your eyes are. Last night, I was sure they were green, but today, they look blue."

Amy hid a blush from his intense stare and said, "They're blue. I think my green dress exaggerated them a little bit last night."

Steve nodded and said quietly, "I liked that dress by the way." And everything underneath it, she imagined from the look in his eyes.

While she pondered this, he reached up and cradled her cheek with his large, masculine hand. He leaned in and covered her mouth with his own, coaxing hers open until she allowed his tongue inside. The slippery, yet rough, sensation as their tongues mingled was enough to make her knees quake. She wound her arms around his neck, threading her fingers through the short, crisp hairs at his nape. Steve kissed her deeply, pulling her lithe body against him, and then she could really feel what was underneath all that clothing. Her breaths came quicker as her carnal side made itself known. All she could think about was being naked under him.

"When was the last time you were with a woman?" she whispered out of the blue, her curiosity getting the best of her.

Steve kept his forehead tipped against hers as he continued to hold her close and said, "Honestly, it was the woman I dated in Hawaii."

"You expect me to believe you've gone all this time without one reckless night under your belt?"

"No…but it's the truth," he said, and she could hear the sincerity in his voice. "And what about you? Anyone keep you warm within the past two years?" he asked with a raised brow.

Amy thought of Rick, but they hadn't slept together – and weren't going to. She shook her head in reply.

"See? I'm not the only one," he said, his eyes teasing. "So, what do you say we do this right?" He took her hands within his own and gazed into her dark blue eyes. "Would you like to have dinner with me tonight?"

"You're going to cook for me?" she asked in astonishment; no man had ever done that for her.

"Of course."

She gave him a wide grin. "Then it's a date."

That evening, Rick was out patrolling the neighborhood, but mostly just needed to clear his head. He especially wanted to clear his head of the image of Steve kissing Amy. Daryl had been mid-sentence, making some crude comment about the two of them hooking up, when he'd simply walked away without a word. He'd seen and heard enough – he couldn't take another second of the intimate embrace. Amy was his. She may not have known it, but he knew she certainly wanted it. She'd all but said it the night before.

Fuck responsibility.

That was what his brain said when he began to contest the thought of a relationship with her. He could still be a good father and have Amy, too – it really was much simpler than he'd imagined.

Going with his gut – and every other part of his anatomy – he marched to her door and knocked. To his disappointment, Lauren appeared on the other side.

"Hey, Rick, everything okay?"

"Yeah…uh, is Amy here?" he asked, anxiously shifting his feet.

"No, she's having dinner with Steve, but I'll be sure to tell her that you stopped by," she responded with a smile.

Rick tensed up, but did his best to hide it from the woman. He thanked her anyway and took off down the steps. A new level of anger burned through him now. His mission hadn't changed, but his tactics had. He had every intention of showing Steve that she belonged to him – in whatever way was necessary.

When he approached Steve's house two blocks over, it was sometime after dinner, and he could tell that when he climbed the porch steps; the blinds were open, showcasing Amy and Steve on the couch with two glasses of red wine. He didn't even stop to knock and merely barged in. The couple jumped at his sudden presence and Steve blocked her somewhat with his body for protection.

"What the hell, Rick?" Amy exclaimed, slamming down her wineglass on the coffee table.

"I need to talk to you," he said in a rough voice.

She eyed him warily as Steve said, "Excuse me, but we're kind of in the middle something. Can it wait?"

"No, it can't," Rick snapped.

Amy didn't move from her spot and Steve turned to take in her troubled expression. Then, he faced Rick once more. "I don't think she wants to talk to you."

"I don't care what you think. I came here for her…" Rick glared menacingly at the other man.

Steve rose and crossed the room to hold open the front door. "It's time for you to leave, Rick."

"No, you don't tell me what to do." He took a step toward Amy and held out his hand. "Come on, Amy."

Steve laid a hand on Rick's shoulder and started to say in a stern voice, "Okay, that's enough…"

Rick spun around, driving his fist straight into Steve's jaw. The man recoiled and then came back, throwing a wicked right hook. Rick crashed into a nearby lamp and it shattered on the hardwood floor. Steve lunged at him and they landed in a heap on the Oriental rug.

As they threw more punches, Amy jumped to her feet.

"ENOUGH!"

The two men froze and raised their eyes to the frustrated brunette.

"As much as I like having you both fight over me, this has to stop." She huffed out a breath. Neither man was bloodied from the fight, but their eyes were blazing. Their chests heaved from exertion and adrenaline. They were willing to go to great lengths for her, as they'd just demonstrated so brutally in Steve's living room. An idea sparked in her mind – a crazy idea, but she was feeling just bold enough to present it. Clearing away the tightness in her throat, she said, "Really, there are only two options, but to be honest, I only like the second one…"

"What are they?" asked Steve, giving Rick a little shove as he pushed to his feet.

"The first is we all pretend that we don't have these feelings for each other and move on."

"What's the second?" Rick asked, clearly intrigued as he stood next to Steve.

"You both have me."

"Like…at the same time?" Steve.

"And for more than just a night?" Rick.

Swallowing her fear of the unknown, she said, "If- if that's what you want."

Steve took a step forward and bored his eyes into hers. "And what do you want?"

She bit her lip in anticipation as heat exploded in her low belly. The words came out breathy. "Anything you both can give me."

The two men exchanged a look, reaching some kind of mutual agreement in that moment. They may not have liked the idea of sharing Amy, but it was better than not having her at all. It was a new world – perfect for making new rules.

A/N: I don't think either guy would actually go for this, but I had to have a little fun. You all probably know what's going to happen in the next chapter… :)