Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Hawaii Five-0 characters, all of them belong to their rightful owners... etc.
Authors Note: This is shorter than usual, unfortunantly. But it is fluff-ish. That's a big ish. I would've uploaded this earlier, but I've been bugged. Okay, that's my excuse I've been bugged. That – and my family have learnt how to check internet history, fml. Good thing i know how to delete my shit. :) – Jas, btw thanks for the reviews.
"You can come on in." I said smiling at Danny as I opened the front door and let him into my apartment. He smiled at me walking in, he was dressed in a stripped blue dress shirt and black work pants – clearly he'd just come from work because his tie was still done up and his hair was still gelled back.
"Um, nice place." He smiled at me.
I looked around my apartment; it was cleaner than usual because I'd cleaned it before Danny came over... not because I was looking forward to it or anything. Pffft, I led him into the kitchen and smiled at him. "Malasada's?" I offered holding up a white bag filled with pastries.
He nodded eagerly, "I've been craving them all day, I love these bad boys." He said putting one into his mouth, whole. He then tried to ask me something, I stared at him trying my hardest not to laugh as he got crumbs all over the table and his shirt. "Oh, I'm so sorry." He said swallowing.
"No, it's okay; I'll make my roommate clean it up." I laughed pushing my hair behind my ear and putting my hands into the pockets of my shorts. After looking through outfits and outfits with Fran she finally decided to let me dress how I wanted. I just went for shorts and a random band shirt from a band that probably weren't even that famous in Hawaii... or most places in America.
"You have a roommate?" Danny asked. "I didn't know that." He commented.
"Um, yeah, she's out most of the time. And there's a lot of things you don't know about me." I smiled at him.
"I'd like to change that." He said looking down at me.
"I'd like that." I whispered.
It was silent for a moment as we stayed like that, staring into each other's eyes, not talking, not moving, just staring. And surprisingly it was the shortest moment of my life, I just wanted it to carry on. His eyes were mesmerising, they were as blue as the ocean surrounding the island but somehow brighter. He blinked, a smile forming on his face. I felt my cheeks go pink, how embarrassing? I invited him over to look at a case, not make sexy eyes and turn the colour my walls (which, in the kitchen, were in fact very red).
I coughed looking down, "So, um, give me two seconds and I will be right down." I said looking at him, "You can help yourself to anything and, um, yeah." I stuttered rushing passed him and up the stairs, I quickly grabbed the case files and headed down the stairs to see him leaning against the kitchen countertop looking at the pictures on the wall. I couldn't blame him, there were so many of them and as a detective he was naturally curious.
"Got it." I announced my presence, he turned around nodding. I led him to the den where there was a mini-office-thing that me and my roommate had. It was the smallest room in the apartment; the whole house was open and somehow always facing the light – much to my discontent.
"So, what have we got?" Danny asked sitting in the big chair at the desk.
"Whoa, big boy, that's my seat." I said smirking at him, he chuckled.
"Are you going to make me move?" He asked.
"Bring it." I said giggling. Oh yeah, I giggled, I have no shame. That guy was ridiculously good looking.
"It's on." He said standing up, I laughed pushing him to the side easily and taking a seat.
"I win." I laughed putting the file down on the desk. "Take a seat, loser." I stuck my tongue out.
"Very mature," Danny laughed, "that's something my daughter Grace would do." He slipped into the conversation. I noticed how he watched my facial expressions while he said that, he wanted to know how I felt about him being a parent. I smiled blinking at him.
"I'd like to think I'm more mature than your daughter," I laughed, "because it'd be so awkward for you to date someone who's less mature." I said putting that into the conversation and watching his face, I swear it lit up.
"Well, Grace is very mature for a ten year old girl." Danny said smiling.
"I bet she get's that from you." I smirked.
"Oh yeah," Danny laughed.
"Alright, the case..." I sighed handing him the files while telling him all that Fran and I had found out, "Taylor James was found murdered in a men's cubicle in Club Fusion in Honolulu, he wasn't murdered in the bathroom, no signs of a struggle but a trail of blood leading out the back of the club onto the beach. The trail disappeared, we couldn't find any witnesses, no one saw a thing – or so they say. We found this tattoo on him, and that's where I need your help – you see his sister Mariah says that he got it in Jersey..." I said looking at him.
He looked at the pictures of the tattoo and then sighed, "It is from Jersey, Frank Salvo's got a crew out here. I thought we'd scared them off a couple years back, some big bust..." Danny sighed. "If they're back on the island Five-0 needs to know about it." He said pulling out his phone.
"Wait, we knew this was a gang thing but if one of Salvo's men was murdered, doesn't it mean someone's trying to send a message?" I asked. "If the governor's task force is handling this man, then he must be... unpleasant, someone has serious guts killing one of his men." I muttered.
"Steve?" Danny said speaking into his phone.
I was looking over all the evidence we had on the table when my phone rang, it was Fran. "Hey Fran, aren't you supposed to be on a romantic dinner date with Kei?" I asked her.
"Change of plans, another guy has been murdered – same gang tattoo which I hope you have a little more information on by the way, although it may not be necessary as he was left in his home and apparently... he had a ton of illegal stuff going on in there... including addresses and names!" Fran said grimly.
"I guess I'll see you tomorrow then." I sighed.
"Bright and early." Fran replied.
I turned to see Danny looking at me, "There's been another murder, same gang, but this time we got leads. Thank goodness." I sighed putting my hands on my head.
"Yeah, you got another problem." Danny said looking at me. "Steve wants Five-0 in on the case with you guys."
Question: Do you guys want this story to be more case-central or outside of work? I don't think it's either yet but I'm just curious.