AN: Thank you for all of your reviews me amigos! This chapter is from Kono's POV. Enjoy and don't forget to R&R.

Warnings: None

Disclaimer: Still not mine

The Little Things

Okay, something was going on with their team. The dynamic within it had changed. At first she thought it had something to do with her return, but she soon realized her assumptions were mistaken. The change seemed to center around Steve and Max.

She noticed the shit-eating grin her cousin would sport every time the boss and the doctor were alone. She pushed the door open to her cousin's office, crossing to his desk and taking a seat on it edge. "Hey cuz."

"Aloha." He looked up from his laptop.

"Is um…is something going on between Steve and Max?" The resultant 'look' she received from him made her second guess her assumption.

"I don't know. Maybe you should check it out for yourself."

She arched an eyebrow. Leave it to Chin to be vague about a yes or no answer. She eyed him suspiciously. "Chin, do you know something?"

He merely glanced at her. "Nope."

She stared him down, inwardly cursing his poker face the entire time. "Whatever brah. I'll find out on my own." And she meant to find out alone; because there was no way in hell she would ask Steve McGarrett something so personal.

Her suspicions only increased in their break room. Kono sat in her already claimed seat observing her commander. Steve stood over the coffeemaker, fixing his steaming brew to his liking. She arched an eyebrow when Max entered, bento box in hand, and reached across the commander. What was he doing?

He picked up an already prepared steaming cup of coffee, casting a thankful glance to the commander. Steve merely smirked around the mug obscuring his lips. Kono's brow knitted. How come she never noticed that Steve was fixing Max's coffee during every break?

The two sat down and began to eat, Max from the delicious amalgam of treats inhabiting his bento box. She gawked at the eggrolls, bok choy salad, yakitori, and dumplings then at her measly sandwich. Damn, she really should invest in some cooking lessons.

"What the hell?" Danny exclaimed. "How come you got-. Max did you make Steve sticky buns?"

The rest of the team stared at the doctor accusingly.

"Yes."

"Why?"

Steve bit into one of the heavenly morsels, chewing contentedly. "I asked nicely," he answered smugly upon swallowing.

"Yeah right." Kono chimed. What? Look, one could not understand their annoyance until one had consumed one of Max's sticky buns or dumplings whatever they were called. They were a perfect mixture of precisely seasoned filling covered in a flawlessly steamed outside. Manna from heaven.

"Hell Max, I've asked like 10 times. Nicely. You still say 'making them is a precise process and consumes time that I do not have'."

Steve continued to eat, eyes glazed with pleasure.

"Not fair Max."

"You do not wear jealousy well Danno."

Danny glowered at Steve—who licked his lips tauntingly. "Shut up Steven."

Max heaved a guilty sigh, biting his bottom lips nervously like he always seemed to do when he was upset. "I will prepare enough for everyone tonight. Is that satisfactory Daniel?"

No one seemed to catch the protective edge in Steve's eyes but Kono. Whoa. Danny was treading on thin ice, which normally never happened. Normally. She'd only seen that look once and it had involved Steve's sister. So Max was that close to him now?

They arrived to a scene of several police cars and media crowded before the bank. With a sigh she climbed from her car, following her team members. She caught the inscrutable emotion that passed fleetingly over Steve's face when his eyes shifted to the bank before falling back to officer in charge. "What have we got?"

"Robbery. These guys look like pros. They're apparently heavily armed and they have hostages." The officer wiped a hand over his brow. "Look normally we would handle this ourselves, but they specifically asked for Five-0."

"Why?" Danny asked rhetorically, more to himself than anyone else.

"Search me, but they said if they don't speak to your team leader they'll drop a hostage every half hour."

Steve put a hand on his hip, the cogs spinning in his head nearly visible. "Snipers?"

"Tried that. The sons of bitches have the windows blocked by bank tellers."

Danny drew his eyebrows together. "That's just wrong."

"Kono, Chin, and Lori you guys go suit up. Danny you're with me."

Later they sat in the van looking over the building's blueprints. Steve in SEAL mode broke down their mission one more time, giving them each a specific role. The plan was precise calling for stealth and no room for errors. It was simple: get in, strike hard, and retrieve the hostages at all costs.

She strode to her car to retrieve her Pro 2000 HTR precision sniper rifle, mentally revisiting her role in the mission repeatedly. She lifted her trunk and stopped when she heard her commander's unmistakable voice. Peeping around the trunk she saw him suited up, the phone to his ear, and his back to her.

"Pick up the phone…Hello?" She didn't fail to see the way his shoulders immediately relaxed and a sigh of relief fled him. "I thought you had to make a deposit…Oh. Where are you?" He let out grumble. "...Aw babe…Yeah I'm gonna be late. Yeah I will be careful…Love you too Max."

She ducked behind the popped trunk of her car eyes wide as saucers. Well, this was unexpected. Of course the identical coffee mugs, Max's exact knowledge of Steve's tattoos, and boss's random disappearances should have closed the case. Ah well, c'est la vie.

With a secretive smile she shouldered her weapon and followed the members of S.W.A.T. to find a perch on the building across the street.

That's it for this chapter.

Next Chapter: Should've seen it Coming