a/n: thanks again for the support on this collection of ficlets. They are fun to write and I never quite know where the story will lead. Like some of the other one-shots, I enjoy having Steve be a bit more obnoxious, especially when he teases Mike and Jeannie. This time it's Jeannie's turn...

Aloha from San Francisco

"Whatchya watchin'?" Steve asked playfully as he grabbed a handful of hot buttered popcorn from the large blue bowl sitting on the coffee table en route to the sofa. He glanced over to the young woman who sat cross-legged and entranced in front of the color console.

He lifted his eyebrows, waiting for the answer although he knew full well what his young companion was watching. He just wanted to hear her say it.

"I said, whatchya watchin'?" He smirked as he shot another glance at his companion. He caught her bright blue eyes gleaming at the image in front of her.

Still no response.

Amused, he tossed a piece of popcorn, aiming it at the top of her head. It reached its target, bounced and then landed on the floor.

No response.

Grinning, he took fire again. Aiming carefully at the part in the middle of her long brown hair, he closed one eye to ensure his aim was true. Ready, aim, fire… The popcorn bounced on the floor after skimming the top of the young woman's hair.

This time, he chuckled softly and tossed another piece of popcorn. He repeated this action again and again with no acknowledgement from his companion. Before it was over, Jeannie Stone had no fewer than 14 pieces of popcorn surrounding her on the floor.

"Hey!" she protested, as a kernel finally fell in front of her, taking her attention away from the program. Looking around she proclaimed, "You made a mess! What are you doing here?"

"Well, nice to see you, Miss Stone," Steve replied indignantly. It was Easter break and Jeannie had come home just the day before. Generally, she was happy to see the young inspector, but at the moment, she wished nothing more than for him to go away.

"And you are greeting me by throwing popcorn my way?" Jeannie asked.

"Actually, I'm waiting for Mike. Your dad is upstairs taking a quick shower and changing clothes."

"I thought I heard him come in. Did something happen?" Jeannie relaxed a bit as a commercial break began.

"You could say that. He chased a suspect right into a dumpster. The guy wouldn't come out, so Iron Mike jumped right in." Steve chuckled at the memory of Mike vaulting over the side of a large metal dumpster and then coming back up covered in garbage.

"Where were you?"

"Just a few steps behind your dad," Steve began.

"Why didn't you jump in?" Jeannie squinted her eyes and wrinked her nose as she addressed her father's partner in a sing song voice. Her lone aim was to get a rise from the young man. "Isn't that why you're there?"

"What?" he responded, once again indignantly as he shook his head. "Oh, you think you're so smart. When your dad gets a wild hair, I can't stop him. Besides, these are new Italian boots," he said as he looked down. "I was taking them off, but your father jumped right on in before I could finish. I saw no reason for both of us to get soiled."

"You're a real prize," she sourly commented as she picked up the pieces of popcorn that surrounded her.

"Hey, the guy was unarmed and in a dead end ally. He panicked and realized he had no place to go when…"

"SHHHHHHHH!" Jeannie interrupted as she turned her attention back to the television. She waved her hand at Steve, as if he needed the gesture to tell him to quiet down. He dared not speak lest he subjected himself to the wrath of a very serious…Elvis fan.

"You like Elvis? I didn't see that coming. I would have pegged you more of a Stones' fan." Steve smirked at the unintentional pun.

"Shhh! He's amazing, now hush!" she whispered fiercely.

"Is this the Hawaii concert?" Steve asked almost innocently.

"Yes," Jeannie succinctly answered with an obvious tone of impatience in her voice.

"You know, that concert was actually taped back in January. It was on the same day as the Super Bowl, so it wasn't broadcast here like it was elsewhere."

"Yes, I know. I've waited three months to see this. Now, would you please be quiet?"

Steve smiled as he plotted. Knowing that opportunities to rile the young woman were few and far between, Steve measured his words carefully. His goal was to annoy and tease in as few words as possible.

"I always wanted to be a Jordanaire," he commented, referring to Elvis's well known back-up singers.

"Hush!"

"No, seriously, I did. One problem is that I can't sing. At least not like them. You know, in harmony and all."

"Stop," she pleaded. "I want to hear."

"Their clothes are pretty cool. Not like the King, of course. They're like mini-kings." He commented and repeated. "They're so cool."

"Zip it," she commanded.

"How many scarves does he have draped around his neck. I count one..two…three. And yet he's sweating! Someone should tell him that…"

"Those are Hawaiian leis. Now, shut up! SHUT! UP!" she protested loudly as she hurled the handful of popcorn she had picked up from the floor at the inspector. He sat stoicly as the popped kernels fell around him.

"Jeannie!" Mike said sharply as he descended the steps from his bedroom newly scrubbed and dressed.

"Mike, he…" Jeannie stood up quickly to face her father. She protested but was quickly cut off by her father. Steve rose from the couch and took his place behind Mike, primarily so that his partner could not see his grin. Unfortunately, Jeannie could.

Mike began to lecture. "I can't imagine what would possess you to behave like this, young lady." Steve nodded his head in agreement.

"Daddy, he was bothering me!" Jeannie countered.

"I was just making conversation," Steve said innocently as Mike turned to face him. When Mike looked back at his daughter, Steve squinted his eyes and smiled.

"You!" Jeannie began but then caught a glimpse of the King in the corner of her eye. She quickly shut her mouth, plopped back down on the floor in a sitting position and returned her attention to the TV set.

Mike stood to the side and looked back and forth between his partner and daughter. She looked furious. Steve looked guilty. I don't want to know about this, Mike thought to himself.

"Let's get back to the station. We still have paperwork to do," Mike prompted as he walked over to the coat rack and grabbed another trench coat, identical to the one that was soiled in the dumpster. He opened the nearby hall closet door and pulled out another fedora.

"I know, I know. It can't wait until tomorrow morning. Good thing I didn't have anything else to do this evening," Steve said as he rolled his eyes. "Although we could stay here and watch the rest of Elvis."

"No!" Jeannie shouted.

Mike ignored the pair. "See you later, Sweetheart!" Mike called out but heard no reply. Steve noticed Mike look back at his daughter and shrug his shoulders.

"Don't be cruel, Jean. Say good-bye to Mike. It's now or never." Steve couldn't resist the final tease.

"Bye, Mike! Have a good evening and see you soon" she called out. "But not you, Steve. You're the devil in disguise," Jeannie mumbled, barely audible.

"Hard headed woman…" Steve responded.

"Hound dog!"

"Women always get the last word. I give up" Steve muttered as he walked out the door.

It was Mike's turn to roll his eyes. "C'mon. We don't have all night," he fussed, but couldn't help grinning at the bickering pair.

Epilogue: Jeannie came home the next day after an afternoon of grocery shopping. On the kitchen table, she found beautifully wrapped gift. It was square and flat with colorful wrapping and a bow. She checked the tag and saw simply written, "For Jeannie. From SK". She quickly unwrapped the gift and gasped as she saw an album cover with a white suited Elvis playing to the crowd.

It was a newly minted copy of "Aloha From Hawaii".

Elvis Presley: January 8, 1935 – August 16, 1977

"Hound Dog", "Hard Headed Woman", "Devil In Disguise", "It's Now or Never", and "Don't Be Cruel" were titles of a few of Elvis's many hits. Elvis gave the "Aloha from Hawaii" concert on January 17, 1973 and it aired in 40 countries in Europe and Asia the next day. Oddly, it was shown in the US on television months nearly three months later.