Sorry guys, not sure what happened there, here is the real chapter 3.

Many thanks again for the reviews, they are greatly appreciated as always, so feel free to leave one on the way out. I figure this will go one, maybe two more chapters. Keeping it short today, on with the show...

Chapter Three: Dangerous

Watching Steve McGarrett glide over the water, Kono knew she had been taken. Surfing may not have been his forte, but he wasn't half bad, especially since he had sworn up and down the last time he had gotten on a board had been in high school. While his skills had been fairly rudimentary and really rusty, it hadn't taken long before he was riding smaller waves then moving onto larger ones.

Sitting on her board in the water, Kono watched as he attempted to execute a move she had just taught him…and fell off the board. Kono stifled a laugh as he broke up through the surface not far from her and pulled himself up onto the board with ease. And for the just shortest of moments Kono allowed herself to take in his exposed torso and enjoy the view; and it was one hell of a view. The man looked as if he was carved from a mountain, chiseled abs, strong biceps, and while tattoos normally didn't do much for her (and were frequently a turn off), in his case they were complementary to his personality and maybe a little hot. And not for a second did she feel bad about noticing how attractive he was; they were both adults and admiring someone's body was certainly not a capital offense. Even if said person was her boss.

Slowly he paddled over to her and for a moment they sat side by side in the water, bobbing along with the waves in silence.

"Remind me to never play poker with you," she finally said without turning.

"Why?"

"Surfboards and I don't get along, not my forte," she started with a deep, almost mocking, voice before turning to him and raising an eyebrow. "Complete crap, by the way."

"It's not my forte!" he protested weakly.

"And gangly? I doubt it." Her tone was serious, but Kono was having a hard time keeping the grin off her face as she gave Steve a hard time.

Steve paddled a little closer to her. "Hey, to be fair, I was a teenage boy. Of course I was gangly. We all are."

Again she raised an eyebrow and looked at him skeptically. Those slate blue eyes focused on her and Kono realized it wasn't the chiseled abs or the biceps, those were his best feature; that and his completely lethal smile. Somehow Kono knew combined the two had gotten Steve McGarrett into a lot of trouble with the girls.

She regarded him like prey for a second before smiling back. "How bout I show you how it's done, pretty boy?"

A raised arm in a "go head" gesture was all she got in return and in no time she was paddling out farther than Steve had dared.

Toweling off on the beach, Steve watched as Kono got the board in position and caught the next wave. It was impressive as hell, how she moved with the ocean, her body easily manipulating the board over the surface of the water. When that wave was done she paddled back out to start again.

Plopping down on the sand, Steve continued to watch her surf. He was amazed that their relationship had made it to this level of comfort; after the whole incident with Fryer and Delano, he wouldn't have blamed her if she had kept their interactions purely professional. Instead their relationship outside work had strengthened. Which he could admit was a very good thing, Steve was enjoying the time they were spending together, probably more than he should. Actually, definitely more than he should; and yet, he couldn't seem to stop himself. They were similar in so many ways and yet their personalities were shockingly different. He was frequently sullen and cranky, while her sunny disposition always lightened the mood.

Again she caught a wave and Steve watched as her lithe body moved along with the wave and he allowed himself to remember the first time they met. It was awkward to say the least to meet someone in a professional capacity while the other person was wearing a bikini (a very small bikini), but he had maintained his professionalism; even if his thoughts had wandered somewhere they probably shouldn't have for just a moment.

Then she had decked another surfer and he was instantly intrigued by this young, beautiful, strong, take-no-crap woman.

It was then she decided to call it quits and turned in toward shore slowly. By the time she reached him and dug the board into the sand he had a water open and ready for her, smiling as he handed it up. Returning the smile she sat next to him in the sand and guzzled half the contents quickly.

They sat in silence a while, something Kono noticed they did a lot, but it was never uncomfortable before she spoke a question that occurred to her while she had been out of the water. A question that while she didn't necessarily want to ask, she also needed the answer – if he would provide it.

"If surfing isn't your thing, why did you agree to come out here today?"

Steve glanced at her before staring out into the water again. "Sun, sand, water and good company. Why wouldn't I?"

Now he stared at her and Kono could feel that tingling in her body that always came with his looks these days.

"I thought the point was teaching," she said lightly in an attempt to make their time together seem more professional than it actually was.

"I thought the point was bonding."

That threw her completely and her eyes widened slightly. Bonding implied something deeper between them than teammates.

"Steve…" she started but he stopped her with a hand on her arm.

"Look, Kono. I just felt like after Fryer and IA and the whole Delano thing that maybe we weren't on such good terms, like we had drifted apart a little. Maybe I'm making up for lost time."

She found that wording odd but chose to ignore it. "You don't need to, you know. We're good, boss."

When he flinched at the word "boss", Kono was even more confused. Were these "lessons" intended to be professional or personal "bonding"? Initially she thought professional, but now she was starting to wonder if he had another agenda.

"I do need to. I want to." He stated with finality, and then quickly switched topics. "Did you know Jenna Kaye is back on the island?"

Kono could take a hint, he was done discussing it. "No, I didn't."

"Called me yesterday; wants to meet up. I wonder if she found her fiancé."

"I hope so for her sake, she clearly loves him a lot."

All he did was nod in response.

Staring at the helicopter that looked far older than her, Kono was glad she wasn't actually getting in it. It had been decided she would stay behind and watch the compound Steve was being held in by satellite and communicate with the team. There was only so much room in the copter, and Kono honestly wasn't sure she wanted to go anyway. The thought of finding his dead body instead of alive and well was almost too much to consider, it actually made her nauseous.

Seated at the table, computer up and running in front of her, she watched the rest of the team take off and head north.

The sweetest words she had ever heard came almost an hour later when Joe called her on the sat phone and told her they had Steve and he was for the most part ok. In the twenty minutes since the call she had rummaged through the broken down shack and pulled together what she could manage for medical supplies. In the short time she had managed to assemble a couple clean towels, half a bottle of hydrogen peroxide, gauze and medical tape and some butterfly bandages.

It wasn't long after that the helicopter appeared in the distance and she bounced on the balls of her feet on the rickety porch in anticipation. All she wanted was to see him, to confirm with her own eyes that he was alive and (mostly) well. Anxiety ripped through her as the helicopter touched down and she got a quick glance at Steve, slumped against Joe. The man looked like he had been to hell and back.

Little was said as Joe and Chin carried Steve into the small shack and Kono directed them to a cot pushed against the wall, near where she had set up the supplies. They sat him down, propping him upright.

"You've got twenty minutes to clean him up a little while we prep to head for the airfield to get back on that transport heading for home," Joe stated as he headed out the door calling for Chin and Lori to follow him, leaving Danny to hover in the background, concern rolling off him in waves.

"You need help?" the blond finally asked and she shook her head.

"Not sure." Her voice sounded unsteady even to her own ears.

With a practiced eye Kono immediately assessed what could (and should) be taken care of now and what could wait until they got to the naval base a couple hours from here. Taking note of how he sat, leaning over his abdomen, in a fetal-like position, Kono knew the t-shirt he was wearing would need to come off, and she realized she couldn't do it herself.

"Danny," she called out and almost laughed at how quickly the other man moved to be at her side. "Help me."

Together the two sat Steve up and easily removed the button down shirt he wore. What had her concerned was Steve barely seemed to notice they were there, his eyes were glassy, unfocused and she wondered if he had a concussion on top of everything else.

"Hold him up," she said and while Danny did his best to hold up his much larger friend and partner, Kono slipped her hands under the tee. As soon as her fingers touched the abused skin of his abdomen, Steve let out a hiss of pain, but didn't pull away.

Using a swift motion, Kono pulled the cotton over his head and let out an involuntary "Oh shit" at seeing what the shirt was hiding. The skin of Steve's abdomen and part of his chest was mottled in bruises of varying colors. Unable to resist the urge, she reached out and, with just the tips of her fingers, touched the skin again, gently gliding her fingers over the bruising. The skin was warm to the touch from the abuse.

Suddenly fingers were wrapping around her wrist, stilling her motions and she snapped her eyes up to catch Steve looking at her intently.

"Broken ribs…" he croaked out and she nodded.

Without breaking eye contact with Steve, Kono spoke, directing her words to Danny, who was still somewhat holding Steve upright. "See if you can find a fresh shirt for him, would you Danny?"

"If I let go…" he started but Steve cut him off.

"I'm good." And proved the point by sitting up fairly straight without assistance.

"Ok, right back." Then Danny looked at his watch. "Ten minutes, Kono."

She just nodded and turned back to Steve, who was now clearly struggling to sit upright.

Looking around she grabbed a larger towel and folded it in half lengthwise before wrapping it carefully around his ribs. Grasping his hand, she indicated for him to hold the towel while she used the button down shirt to wrap around the towel and tied it in the hope it would keep both in place until they got him real medical treatment. As she pulled the shirt tight he let out a low hiss.

"Sorry," she said and placed one hand on the makeshift wrap, confirming it would stay at least temporarily and maybe provide him some relief. His hand covered hers gently and she looked down at him with a small smile. "That should hold a while."

You're here," he said quietly and squeezed her hand.

Kono tilted her head. "Where else would I be?" she asked then smiled.

"Wasn't sure," he started slowly, exhaustion was clearly taking its toll. Her normally quick-witted boss was struggling with a sentence. That or he really did have a concussion. "Didn't see you out there."

"Ahhh, well…someone had to man the phones."

That earned her a classic McGarrett grin and she returned it. Regretfully she pulled her hand out from under his and moved to cleaning up the cut over his eye. Kono was very aware that his eyes followed her every move as she picked up the towel and bottle of peroxide. It was a little disconcerting especially since he never spoke.

Silently she worked on the cut, also very aware that she was standing between his legs, with little space between their bodies. Despite the situation, Kono felt that buzz start up again, but it was just a slight hum, a reminder of his nearness more than anything.

As she finished placing the butterfly bandages on the cut, his hand landed on her hip, gently squeezing.

Her brain was screaming at her to back up, move away, but her body would not cooperate to save her life. This was bad, because his fingers were burning her skin through her tank top, the spark between them moving swiftly at the contact point. Looking down at him, Kono saw the same torn expression on his face, though neither moved to place the appropriate space between them, to break the connection.

"Steve…" she started softly, but honestly didn't know what to say after that because dammit deep down she didn't want him to let go. But the circumstances were far from ideal at that moment and she knew as the one of the two of them in their right mind, she would have to make the first move.

So she stepped back and watched disappointment cross his face before his features went neutral again.

"I…I think we can skip…skip field dressing training," he said with a slow smile.

"I thought it was bonding." She shot back with a smile of her own.

"It's…whatever you want it to be…" he pressed out, staring at her intently and that was the second Danny returned, holding a fairly clean blue shirt.

"Got one!" The blonde announced.

Kono and Steve shared one more long look before she turned to Danny and indicated for him to help her get Steve redressed.

When the plane took off from South Korea for home they exchanged small knowing smiles and Kono got the distinct impression that there was something brewing between them. Something that could not be contained and was most likely dangerous.