I started this yonks ago, it was mostly written. It was supposed to be fluffy and about deciding on a honeymoon. Then it turned angsty, then I realised that Steve had already bought tickets to New Zealand so I ended up twisting it a little. I'm sick, my new job (a promotion from the one I got a year ago – yay me, it does not bode well for my writing time though), but I finally updated.

/ / / Inheritance \ \ \

"Have the two of you decided where you're going to go on your honeymoon?" Kono asked, grinning at them like a chipmunk.

"Swallow before you talk," Danny reprimanded.

"Have you decided where you're going yet?" Malia asked, jumping onto the conversation.

"You may have bought the food," Danny said, pointing at the dishes spread over their conference table. None of them had been home the night before, too budy chasing down the kidnapper that now had two teenaged girls. Malia had appeared with bags of food at lunchtime and informed them that they had to stop for at least ten minutes to eat under doctor's orders. She had a good argument about regular breaks being good for the brain. "But, I really don't appreciate you ganging up on us like that."

"Honeymoons are fun," Chin threw in, smiling at Danny.

"We're just sorting a few things out but we're going to New Zealand," Steve said, prompting all sorts of questions from the group. They had no plans beyond the destination, the dates, and the fact they were taking Grace.

It was Thursday afternoon, two days later, when they had finally found the girls – the number having jumped to five by that point. As soon as the perpetrators, a set of brothers, were securely in lockup, the girls were all back with family and being visited by mental health professionals, and the bare minimum of paperwork had been done they all decided to go home for a long weekend.

Danny didn't even protest when Steve took the keys off his desk to drive them home. All the blonde wanted was a hot, hot shower that lasted for days and bed – though he might throw a sandwich in there somewhere.

The moment they parked the car Steve turned to look at him. "I'm going swimming."

"I'm having a shower and not-so-silently judging your priorities."

Steve had just smiled at him and walked into the laundry. Danny shook his head at Steve and pulled out his phone to call Grace quickly and tell her he was home and everything was better before he went upstairs to the shower.

He had been standing under the hot water for at least fifteen minutes and he was only now feeling human again after four days of Navy showers. He sighed and dragged himself out of the shower. He dried off and looked at himself in the mirror, thinking about shaving the growing beard on his chin but he scrubbed at it to get the extra water out and pulled on his pyjama pants instead. Danny could hear Steve moving around in the laundry as he walked into the kitchen and paused to catch sight of him walking through to the bathroom naked. Steve caught him watching at winked at Danny, Danny smiled back and turned to go into the kitchen. He made both of them sandwiches and took them up to their bedroom knowing Steve would be out of the shower already.

"Is one of those for me?" Steve asked, following Danny into the bedroom.

"Only if you agree not to drop crumbs in the bed."

Steve shrugged and dropped down onto the floor to eat his sandwich. Danny perched on the end of the bed – unwilling to risk the floor for anything that wasn't necessary.

"Do you have magical abilities that stop you from dropping crumbs?" Steve asked – cheeks puffed up around his sandwich like a squirrel.

"You're as bad as Kono, swallow before you talk."

Steve shrugged but he was watching Danny strangely. Danny frowned at him but Steve looked back down at his food suddenly. Danny was about to ask him what was happening when Steve looked back up.

"When are you getting Grace tomorrow?"

"After school. I think Rachel might frown on me pulling her out of school." Steve grinned at him like he though Grace skipping school was a great idea. "That reminds me, my lawyer called yesterday – don't let me forget to call him tomorrow."

Steve looked concerned. "What's wrong? You should have called him yesterday."

Danny rolled his eyes. "He needed some documentation, I told him I would get it for him by the end of the week – tomorrow is the end of the week."

"What paperwork."

Danny shrugged. "You done eating?"

"Danny."

"Are you going to check the doors, or should I?"

"Daniel."

"Me then," Danny said, standing up and grabbing the plate from in front of Steve.

Steve grabbed his wrist. "You're not getting out of this that easily."

"He wants the documentation you had drawn up about the house."

"About you owning half of it?" Steve asked, confused.

"Exactly."

"Then why are you avoiding telling me about it?"

"I never signed them."

Steve glared at him. "Where are they?"

Danny folded his hands across his chest. "The safe."

"Why didn't you sign them?"

Danny shrugged. "You were off chasing Wo Fat down."

"That was over a year ago."

"And I was incredibly angry with you." Danny pointed out.

"But I told the lawyer that you own half the house when we met with him."

"I know, I forgot I hadn't actually signed them."

Steve glared at him and then grunted at Danny. "I will tell him I didn't think I needed to take it anywhere and you'll sign them before we take them over tomorrow."

"Steve, that's not going to work."

"Yes it will," Steve said so firmly that Danny knew he shouldn't even bother to argue.

He wouldn't be a Williams if he let it pass though. "Just because you decree something-"

Steve held his hand up and looked at Danny with such a fiercely wounded expression that Danny was quiet.

"This is your house too."

"I know."

"And I apologised for leaving."

"This isn't about you leaving…well, obviously, me not signing it then was about you leaving but I just forgot. I didn't even remember until he called yesterday."

"Then sign."

"What?"

Steve turned and stalked out of the room. Danny gaped at his retreating back for a moment before he stood and followed Steve down the stairs and into the study where Steve dropped down to enter the code into the safe and pull out a stack of paper. He leafed through them and then slammed one of the documents down onto the table.

"Steven, we don't need to do this now."

"Yes, we do."

Danny stared at Steve for a moment and then walked over and signed on all of the lines indicated. "Happy?"

"Yes," Steve said, slowly flipping through the document until he was satisfied.

"I'm going up to bed now, unless you want me to sign anything else."

Steve looked at Danny sternly. "Is there anything else I should be asking you to sign because you were pouting instead of being reasonable?"

"I wasn't pouting," Danny said, turning and leaving the room. He left checking the house to Steve as he went back up the stairs and threw back the covers on the bed. He turned his back on the middle of the bed – and Steve's side and groaned. He had not been pouting – Steve had been trying to strong arm him. He left without a word…well, without a verbal word but left the documentation to give Danny half of his house. Danny felt the same get twisting impotent rage he had felt at the time but this time he had someone to talk to. The moment Steve walked back into the room he sat up and turned around to glare at the taller man. "I was not pouting; you were strong arming me into something when you had run off to chase down Wo Fat alone."

Steve glared at him and then stomped over to the bed and slid into his side, turning his back on Danny. Danny glared at his back and then lay down, moving as far to the edge of the bed as he could. The moment he had settled he felt the bed move behind him and he knew Steve was sitting up staring down at him.

"You told me you were committed to me before we even started working on the house. You moved in. There was no reason for you not to sign the paperwork."

"I didn't like the way that you went about giving the papers to me," Danny pointed out, knowing that they shouldn't be having this conversation when he was as tired as he was. "If you had have just done it like a normal person, not that you ever do anything normally, I would have just signed the paperwork."

"No, you wouldn't." Steve scoffed, standing back up and pacing. "You would have bitched about not paying for it and all of the reasons that you shouldn't sign the papers. The only way to deal with you is to get to you before you argue yourself out a perfectly reasonable idea."

"It's perfectly reasonable to pay for half of the house you're living in."

"You helped me restore it."

"And barely let me pay for anything."

Steve rolled his eyes. "I didn't pay for the house either. It was my inheritance – you paying for half of it would be insane."

"You're insane."

"That's a good comeback."

Danny huffed and turned over to go to sleep. He closed his eyes but he couldn't relax and finally he turned over and flicked Steve's shoulder. He knew he wouldn't sleep properly if they didn't actually resolve this tonight.

"What?" Steve asked annoyed.

"Next time you want to give me something as big as a house talk to me about it first."

"Fine." Steve said, turning around to smirk at Danny.

"Thank you."

"You still should have signed the papers; they were for your own protection. If I'd died-"

"Dammit, Steven, that's the problem. If you died I wouldn't care about the house."

"I love you too."

"Stop looking at me like that. It's very hard to be mad at you when you look at me like I've given you a treat."

Steve smirked and twisted Danny around, spooning behind the blonde's back. "Go to sleep, it's late. I promise to never give you half a house again."

"I wish I believed that," Danny sighed, closing his eyes.

"Does giving it to Grace in my will count?"

"What?" Danny asked, trying to twist out of Steve's hold so that he could look at the other man. "Steven!"

"Go to sleep, I'm not dying so it's not a problem."

Danny went limp through sheer exhaustion; he wanted to argue, or at least talk to Steve about it, but actually fighting the hold that was warm and comfortable was beyond him.

"We will be discussing this, Steven."

"Of course we will. When we're married you'll get it, then she'd get it anyway. What difference does it make?"

"It makes a lot of difference."

"None at all."

Danny shook his head and settled into Steve's hold. "Tomorrow, when I am not so tired we will discuss all the differences that it makes."

"What? That made no sense."

Danny made the conscious decision to just go to sleep. He was so tired he knew he was going to snore…that would be Steve's punishment.

/ / /

I quite enjoy this idea of Danny being overwhelmed by the sheer force of a McGarrett hug, and coming to accept that Steve is just going to pull this stuff. But it could also be the antihistamine. I'm in the hardest part of the season and it's all very heavy so a little fluff before hand is good for the soul. Let me know what you think :)