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Kono has been chasing this guy for four blocks through someone's backyard, a park, a busy intersection and god awful smelling back alleys and he shows no intention of slowing down. Like, ever. As he starts to climb a fence up ahead, she decides this has gone on long enough, so she pulls out her gun, aims, and fires a shot, centimeters from his left ear. He screams like a girl and falls on his ass.
"Are you crazy, brah? Are you, like, certifiably insane or something, I didn't even do anything, brah, WHY you trying to SHOOT ME-"
"Shut the fuck up." Kono says calmly, pinning him on the ground with her knee and handcuffing him. She holsters her weapon then grabs the metal of the cuffs and pulls the guy up.
"Ow-ow. Ow, watch it, what's your problem?" Great, the guy's chatty. He should have no problem answering a couple of questions then.
She pushes him towards the street, trying to remember where she'd parked her car. Steve is standing a few feet away, hands on his waist, staring at her and grinning.
"Thanks for the help, Boss." She snarks. "Really appreciate it."
"Looked like you had it under control." He says, still staring.
"Was that before or after she started shooting at me, brah?" The suspect whines-not that anyone pays him any attention.
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"That guy's looking at you." Meghan says, looking somewhere over Kono's shoulder.
Kono opens her mouth to say that no, no one is looking at her, she can tell when people are looking at her. But when she turns around, a guy by the bar is looking. He's sort of cute, in a boyish surfer guy kind of way.
She looks away.
"What?" Meghan asks, not seeing the problem. "He's cute. You should flirt back, maybe he'll come over here."
Kono takes a drink from her beer, setting it down harshly against the glass table. "Staring is not flirting, okay? I don't get the staring. For all I know, there's something on my face or whatever. I don't get it. He should come over and say something."
"O-kay." Meghan says slowly, looking at her like she may have to be committed to a mental facility. Well.
"Sorry, I'm…tired." Kono says in an apologetic tone, and it's half true. They have just wrapped up a grueling murder case and she's sleep deprived and stressed out. She half turns in her chair, looking at the guy again.
"He's not my type, anyway." She concludes. "Too blond."
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They're eating malasadas and going over case files and ohmyfreakingod Steve is staring. Why? Oh my god, WHY? Is it, like, some sort of hobby of his, he has to be staring at someone all the time? For all she knows, he spends the rest of his time staring at Chin or Danny.
You know, she's pretty sure he does spend an awful lot of time staring at Danny. Huh.
Chin's saying something about their suspect's wife and a credit card and she tries to pay attention, only Steve's-still-staring. God. Seriously? In front of the team? Seriously, Steve, seriously?
Okay. This is it. She's had enough. It's one thing for him to stare discreetly when she can pretend it's not happening, but the nerve of the man…
"What?" She snaps, interrupting Danny mid-sentence. The guys looks startled and Steve clears his throat nervously.
"You've got something-" He breaks off, indicating the general area of her mouth. Of course, of course the one time she decides to address the situation he actually has a legitimate excuse for staring. Yes. Thank you. Embarrassed, she rolls her eyes and tries to wipe off the sugar with a paper towel but misses because Steve reaches over and brushes it off for her. Cause that's not awkward or anything.
"Right. Thanks."
"Sure."
"Okay…" Danny interjects, dragging the word out as if it had more than the two syllables, and looking vaguely suspicious. "Can we get back to the case please? If that's all right with you two?"
Steve is still staring.
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Kono wakes up at five, leaving her with plenty of time to find all her clothes and sneak out. She gets to her place to shower and change, and even has time to make some coffee. She's feeling rather proud of herself. She's an adult, she can do this. So, ok, one night stands are kind of pathetic in theory, but the guy was hot and she doesn't exactly have the time for a relationship right now. This keeps things simple. She won't even have to see the guy again; he was a haole staying at the Hilton so he was probably on a business trip or something.
She'll even make it to work on time, all mature and professional and shit. Look at that-one night stands might work. Not that she'll make it a habit, mind you, but it never hurts to have—Flowers.
There are flowers on her desk. Ok. Right. Kono's not really sure about the etiquette here, but she's pretty sure one night stands are not actually a flower giving sort of occasion. So. Ok, maybe she wasn't clear on the whole "let's not ever see each other again" thing. Great.
There's a card. How did this guy even know where she worked? How drunk was she last night? Just his name and number, what, is he looking for a repeat performance? Yikes. God. How does she get herself into these situations? HOW?
Okay, Kono, focus. The flowers have to go. The trashcan is transparent, so…She opens the bottom drawer, dumps the bouquet inside and-it won't close. Oh my god, why? She sighs, drags the trashcan behind her desk and dumps the flowers inside. Whatever.
Danny walks in a while later, and seeing as Kono doesn't want him to notice the flowers, the flowers are the first thing he notices.
"Kono!" He smiles, eyebrows raised. "What did those poor flowers ever do to you?"
Okay. Maybe one night stands are not such a great idea after all.
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The quarterback's tackled to the ground roughly, their side of the bleachers exploding in loud protest. Kono jumps on her seat, arms flailing, demanding to know the ref's problem. The guy's looking around in a daze, not even remotely resembling anyone with a clue. You'd think he was the one who'd just gotten knocked to the ground.
"Are you kidding me, brah?" Kono cries, trying not to curse in front of Grace. What a fucking idiot.
"Kono?" Grace says with obvious reluctance. Kono climbs off the seat and smiles down at the little girl. She uses her friendly, accessible, I'm not a crazy person shouting at strangers smile and everything. "Can we go get a soda?"
Kono glances back at the football field, seeing a mob gathering around the ref, then turns back to nod. "Might be a good idea. It's probably too early for you to witness your first lynching."
There's a guy in front of them ordering for a dozen people so they have to wait in line for a while. How is he even going to carry all that shit back? Is he hiding a truck somewhere? Whatever.
"I think Uncle Steve likes you." Grace says out of the blue, staring at a menu. What?
"What?" Kono chokes out. Grace turns to look at her, expression earnest.
"He looks at you all the time. Like Danno looks at mum." She says in a thoughtful tone.
"Well." Kono tries to think. What's the appropriate response here? No, he's my boss? We're just friends? No, he doesn't creepily stare at me all the time? What?
"Well." She says again. "I don't know about that." Right. "But Steve has a girlfriend." There. Perfectly reasonable. Girlfriend.
"Oh." Gracie replies, looking puzzled. Kono glares at the back of the guy holding up the line, blaming him for the whole thing.
"But…" Grace insists, furrowing her brow. "Does he look at her all the time too?"
Right. Good question. I'll get back to you on that.
The idiot in front of them turns around, juggling a precariously balanced mountain of hotdogs. "Yeah, man. Does he look at her all the time?" He asks, like he's been a part of the conversation all along.
Kono gapes at him incredulously. "Mind your own business." She finally says, trying not to be amused and failing.
The guy shrugs, getting ketchup all over his shirt in the process and starts walking away. "Hey, don't shoot the messenger, brah." He calls over his shoulder.
Whatever.
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