12 Days of Christmas - Hawaii 5-0
I had 12 drabbles taking up space on my hard drive, all of them AUs that didn't have enough inspiration to become a full story, just someplace I wanted to see the characters. This is Part C of those 12 days, which is three Hawaii 5-0 drabbles of varying length, all in different universes, and all mildly Steve/Danny.
A/N: If any of these universes strike your fancy, let me know. I"m trying to figure out what I feel like writing next and I could use some direction.
Title: Hawaii 5-0 -- Stargate: Atlantis
Author: sunryder
Rating: PG
Warnings/Spoilers: AU
Summary: The Team is SGA:5-0
"I'm not gonna lie. I hate you right now."
The blast from a wraith stunner ripped past the tree Danny was crouched behind, and Steve smiles, "Nah brah, you love me."
While Steve and Danny snarked and fired so the Wraiths' attention would stay on them, Kono and Chin had worked their way behind the enemy. Chin popped up from behind a rock and Kono dropped down from a tree (and Danny made a mental note to ask her how in the hell she got up there if they lived through this). A couple of clean shots to the head and the Wraith were down long enough for the four of them to make a run for the gate.
Well, Danny ran.
The rest of the marines ("I'm a SEAL Danno, they're marines. There's a difference.") who surrounded him acted like it was a brisk, Sunday morning stroll. The third time Danny tripped over a root and had to be hauled back to his feet by Steve's hand on his tac vest Danny said, "Really, I do hate you. You know what they have back on that nice planet called Earth? Sidewalks. And all these dirt and trees? They're kept under lock and key in things called parks so that normal, civilized human beings don't have to deal with them."
All that got was affectionate chuckled from the rest of SGA-5. (Whom the rest of Atlantis called SGA 5-0 since three of the four members all hailed from Hawaii, and the whole base refused to listen to Danny's protests that there would be a snowball's chance in hell that they would somehow talk him into moving there with them.)
Danny hadn't even meant to come to Atlantis. He'd been freshly stripped of all his parental rights, drunk, and looking for a fight when he'd stumbled across Lt. Commander Steve McGarrett. Danny vaguely recalled some punches and some snarking, and the next thing he knew he was waking up wretchedly hungover on a flight from Jersey to Colorado. Somehow -- and Danny would ask himself 'merciful heavens, why?' for the rest of his days -- Steve had talked Danny into staying out west for a couple of hours and having a chat with his boss.
Then there wormholes, and Atlantis, and Danny having an Ancient gene so strong that one of the scientists literally laid down on the table and told him to impregnate her right then and there. (Kono didn't stop laughing for days, Chin couldn't get over someone using 'impregnate' in every day conversation, and Steve didn't let that scientist anywhere near Danny ever again.)
All that had led to him here, in the middle of nowhere, in a galaxy normal people never heard of, getting shot at by space. freaking. vampires.
While they ran, Steve darted around Danno, sheep-dogging Atlantis' only cop to the gate, and giggled like outrunning a Wraith stunner was somehow equivalent to playing tag. That smile made Danny not mind it so much.
Title: Hawaii 5-0 -- Reporter
Author: sunryder
Rating: PG
Warnings/Spoilers: AU
Summary: Danny is a reporter assigned to interview/photograph Steve.
Steve didn't try to keep the irritation off his face while he strode into the hotel room where the reporter was waiting. The woman from Naval PR darted along behind him, trying to talk him into the freshly pressed service uniform they had waiting for him, or maybe just cracking a smile. Steve was expecting a mess of polished assistants, all buzzing around trying to make the whole situation look more refined. But what he got was one man fiddling with the knobs on his camera and taking a picture of the bed. "What kind of interview do you think we're doing?" Steve interrupted.
The man didn't even jump, which Steve had to give him props for, just pulled back from the camera to stare at his screen and check the image, then adjusted a setting before taking another picture. "As thrilled as my editor would be to have me come back with that as part of my copy, I'm pretty sure my ex-wife would use it as yet another reason why I'm not allowed custody of my kid." The man gave his camera a nod, apparently deciding that he had everything adjusted, and he finally looked up at Steve. After a very thorough once over that made Steve feel mostly naked (and like he wouldn't mind if he were) the man continued, "Though if you'd like to pose for a shot or two for my boss's private collection, I'm pretty sure that'd get me a raise."
The PR woman huffed and tried to muscle her way past Steve and into the room, but the smartalec with the camera turned to her and grinned, "Oh, we're good. I'm sure you've got better things to do with your time this morning." She sputtered about rules and observation, but the reporter just neatly glided her out of the room, shutting the door in her face and smirking all the while. He puffed out a relieved sigh and turned back to Steve, "So Commander McGarrett, I'm Danny. You want a drink?"
"I think I'm actually supposed to have her in here."
"What? You're a real, live, grown up SEAL. You telling me you need her to run defense for you?"
Steve didn't really have anything to say to that that wasn't slightly treasonous so instead he replied, "You're wearing a tie."
The reporter just stared at him a moment before he muttered, "If that's the best conversation starter you've got we might actually need her in here to mediate."
Steve just rolled his eyes and leaned back against the door. "I just mean that we're in Hawaii, and people don't wear ties in Hawaii."
Danny adjusted his camera a took a shot of slouching Steve, who was staring straight into the lens like he was dealing with a crazy person, and replied, "Ties are what civilized people wear while they're being professionals. No matter what pineapple-infested hell they're in."
Steve just rolled his eyes, and judging by the click Danny got that on camera too. "Most people consider this paradise."
"Most people are idiots. Take off your jacket."
"What?"
"Your jacket. If my tie is out of place then that coat is pure insanity."
"It's part of the uniform." Steve protested, but took it off anyway. "And if my jacket comes off, so does your tie."
Danny looked up from his screen with a quirked eyebrow, "You know, for a guy who seemed skittish about me taking pictures of a bed to adjust my aperture, you're getting me undressed pretty quick."
Steve just glared at Danny until he dropped the camera and took off the tie. "Jeez, you're sensitive. What, is Pearl your favorite base or something?"
"I've actually never been stationed here."
"So why?"
Steve waited until Danny was busy tossing open the curtains instead of looking at Steve before he answered, "It's home."
"I get that. The ex took my kid to London. Don't get me wrong, it's an amazing place, especially since I like cities. But there's never anything quite like home."
Steve followed Danny out onto the balcony, "Why London?"
"That's where she's from. And where the new husband works." Danny turned and took another photo of Steve leaning up against the far edge of the railing, the ocean off in the background and the sleeve of his t-shirt riding up just a little to frame his tattoo. "But we're not here to talk about me, we're here to talk about you."
"I thought we were here for me to say something vague and inspiring for you to drop into some random article on the war."
Danny snorted and went back into the room, waiving at Steve to stay on the balcony when he tried to come in. "Nope, they keep me away from pieces like that. I tend to get off topic."
Steve slouched against the rail, "I can't imagine. So you do what? Human interest stuff?"
Danny smirked and laid back on the bed, shifting a bit until he found the angle he was looking for, something that took advantage of the dying light and made Steve look a little larger than life. "Some. I've done some investigative stuff, and I was a war correspondent for a while, but then I met the ex, and then my kid came."
"You stopped risking your life?"
Danny shifted again, "You risk your life crossing the street. I just got a little less wanton about it."
"Wanton?" Steve grinned.
"When words are your living you're allowed to say things like wanton."
"Still, doesn't mean you should."
"Not all of us can be big, bad Navy SEALs."
"So, what's the article about anyway?"
Danny sat up at that one, dropping the camera into his lap while he stared at nothing. "I don't really know."
"How are you supposed to write if you don't know what you're writing about?"
Danny looked affronted, "I know what I'm writing about, I just don't know what I'm saying yet. There's a difference."
Steve grinned at the ridiculous distinction, and ignored the camera click when Danny caught his smile.
Title: Hawaii 5-0 -- Digimon
Author: sunryder
Rating: PG
Warnings/Spoilers: AU
Summary: The boys are digidestined. Yeah, I've got no defense.
A/N: I feel like I have to explain this one. My nephew and I were both ill over Thanksgiving, which meant we were both quarantined to the same room. He wanted to watch cartoons, so I pulled up digimon cartoons on youtube (and he watched the whole first season). While he was watching that, I was reading Hawaii 5-0 fic on my kindle, and the two just merged in my head and demanded to be written.
"Is there a reason that we're here in our room, instead of in Steve's room making out with him?" Patamon asked.
"Because if you made out with Steve I think my head might explode." Danny replied sharply.
"Because you can't stand the though of Steve romancing anyone else?"
"No, because you're a ball of fluff and he's a human, that doesn't really work out. And Steve has never and will never romance anyone because he can't string together enough words to form a complete sentence. He communicates in grunts and hand gestures, none of which are romantic!"
Patamon poked his small furry head out from the bundle of blankets he was burrowed under and replied, "You seem a little tense, Danno."
"Tense! I've got Steve on one side making eyes at me, Kono and Chin looking at me like I've kicked their puppy every time I tell him no, and my own digimon is on their side!"
Patamon rested his head on outstretched paws and let Danny have his rant. After nearly a decade together, Patamon knew that silence was the only way to ride out the storm. Danny just paced back and forth, shouting about how they were all out of their minds. He had a girl waiting for him back in the real world, and when they were done being digidestined he was going back to her.
Patamon waited until Danny stopped to take a breath and interjected, "Isn't this the girl who said she didn't want you to come to the Digital World to help save us again?"
"Well, yeah, but it wasn't so much about not wanting to save you, as it was about not wanting me to get hurt."
Patamon paled, "She thought that I would ever let anything bad happen to you?"
Danny dropped down next to his digimon and ran his hands over the thin layer of fur on Patamon's back, giving his digimon long, smooth strokes to calm him down. (When Danny was still a child he and Patamon had rarely stopped touching each other, with the little digimon riding on his shoulder, or snuggling together whenever they sat. Now Danny was less demonstrative, but Patamon still adored his human's touches, and secretly Danny missed them too.) "It's not about you babe, she's just…"
Patmaon nuzzled into Danny's stomach, "Didn't she know you were a digidestined?"
"She knew, she just, didn't quite get what it meant."
"That we'd actually need you?"
"Something like that. I think she thought my part in it was done. That it was all a story and not something that would apply to her, or to us."
Patamon bumped his head into Danny's hand, reminding him that there was a head there to scratch. They stayed that way for a minute, both of them sitting in the silence until Patamon whispered, "It sounds like, like she won't be happy when you get home. And wouldn't be happy if you keep coming back to us. To me."
"Nah babe, I don't think she will be."
"So, does that mean you're going to have to choose between us, Danno?"
Patamon was a plump little thing, short and stout in a way that perfectly matched Danny. He ran steady hands over Patamon's fluffy back and along the little wings that seemed like they shouldn't carry the digimon's weight, but managed to anyway. When Danny first met Patamon he'd been small enough that he had to cradle Patamon in his arms to lift him, and now Danny could palm the small body like a basketball. He couldn't imagine ever going without the digimon. "Choose not to see you again? I don't think I could do it, babe."
"Well then, maybe…"
"Maybe I should let her go and pick someone who wouldn't want me to walk away from this?"
Patamon nudged closer, "If that's how you want to put it."
Danny snorted, "'Want to' nothing, Patamon. It's never that simple."
"Why not?" The little digimon popped up and put its paws on Danny shoulders, looking him straight in the eye. "If it's what you want, why can't you do that?"
"Life isn't like that, babe. I've got obligations, and things that people expect of me. And taking up with a boy who's from Hawaii isn't on the list."
"So?" Patamon asked with a shrug.
"…So? So, that's the explanation."
"That's a terrible explanation. You can't not do things just because other people won't like it. Especially when it'll make you happy Danno. Your life is supposed to be for you, not for other people."
"Patamon-"
"No, Danno. Just tell me, when you see yourself at the end of our little quest, who do you see yourself talking to all the time? Out there in the world, who do you see yourself still with? Is it really this Rachel girl, or, or do you see yourself dropping by the digital world to see me, and pestering Steve about being reckless?"
Danny ran fingertips over the little wings once again and replied, "You already know, babe."
Patamon leaned closer and nudged his nose against Danny's before whispering, "Then what are you still doing here?"
Danny grinned then jumped up from his bed and dashed down the hall to Steve's door, banging on it to wake Steve up. Danny heard grumbling on the other side, but he kept pounding until Steve cracked it open. "Danny?"
Danny pushed his weight against the door, forcing it open despite Steve being in the way and crashed into Steve's chest, pressing their lips together in a frantic kiss. Steve sunk into it before pulling back and gasping, "Danny, are you-" but Danny refused to let him think about it too hard and stumbled into Steve again, all warm body and fervent lips.
"Danny?"
"I pick you Steve, alright? Just go with it!" Never let it be said Steve McGarrett was a stupid man, because he shut up and did just that.
A/N: If any of these universes strike your fancy, let me know. I"m trying to figure out what I feel like writing next and I could use some direction.
Title: Hawaii 5-0 -- Stargate: Atlantis
Author: sunryder
Rating: PG
Warnings/Spoilers: AU
Summary: The Team is SGA:5-0
"I'm not gonna lie. I hate you right now."
The blast from a wraith stunner ripped past the tree Danny was crouched behind, and Steve smiles, "Nah brah, you love me."
While Steve and Danny snarked and fired so the Wraiths' attention would stay on them, Kono and Chin had worked their way behind the enemy. Chin popped up from behind a rock and Kono dropped down from a tree (and Danny made a mental note to ask her how in the hell she got up there if they lived through this). A couple of clean shots to the head and the Wraith were down long enough for the four of them to make a run for the gate.
Well, Danny ran.
The rest of the marines ("I'm a SEAL Danno, they're marines. There's a difference.") who surrounded him acted like it was a brisk, Sunday morning stroll. The third time Danny tripped over a root and had to be hauled back to his feet by Steve's hand on his tac vest Danny said, "Really, I do hate you. You know what they have back on that nice planet called Earth? Sidewalks. And all these dirt and trees? They're kept under lock and key in things called parks so that normal, civilized human beings don't have to deal with them."
All that got was affectionate chuckled from the rest of SGA-5. (Whom the rest of Atlantis called SGA 5-0 since three of the four members all hailed from Hawaii, and the whole base refused to listen to Danny's protests that there would be a snowball's chance in hell that they would somehow talk him into moving there with them.)
Danny hadn't even meant to come to Atlantis. He'd been freshly stripped of all his parental rights, drunk, and looking for a fight when he'd stumbled across Lt. Commander Steve McGarrett. Danny vaguely recalled some punches and some snarking, and the next thing he knew he was waking up wretchedly hungover on a flight from Jersey to Colorado. Somehow -- and Danny would ask himself 'merciful heavens, why?' for the rest of his days -- Steve had talked Danny into staying out west for a couple of hours and having a chat with his boss.
Then there wormholes, and Atlantis, and Danny having an Ancient gene so strong that one of the scientists literally laid down on the table and told him to impregnate her right then and there. (Kono didn't stop laughing for days, Chin couldn't get over someone using 'impregnate' in every day conversation, and Steve didn't let that scientist anywhere near Danny ever again.)
All that had led to him here, in the middle of nowhere, in a galaxy normal people never heard of, getting shot at by space. freaking. vampires.
While they ran, Steve darted around Danno, sheep-dogging Atlantis' only cop to the gate, and giggled like outrunning a Wraith stunner was somehow equivalent to playing tag. That smile made Danny not mind it so much.
Title: Hawaii 5-0 -- Reporter
Author: sunryder
Rating: PG
Warnings/Spoilers: AU
Summary: Danny is a reporter assigned to interview/photograph Steve.
Steve didn't try to keep the irritation off his face while he strode into the hotel room where the reporter was waiting. The woman from Naval PR darted along behind him, trying to talk him into the freshly pressed service uniform they had waiting for him, or maybe just cracking a smile. Steve was expecting a mess of polished assistants, all buzzing around trying to make the whole situation look more refined. But what he got was one man fiddling with the knobs on his camera and taking a picture of the bed. "What kind of interview do you think we're doing?" Steve interrupted.
The man didn't even jump, which Steve had to give him props for, just pulled back from the camera to stare at his screen and check the image, then adjusted a setting before taking another picture. "As thrilled as my editor would be to have me come back with that as part of my copy, I'm pretty sure my ex-wife would use it as yet another reason why I'm not allowed custody of my kid." The man gave his camera a nod, apparently deciding that he had everything adjusted, and he finally looked up at Steve. After a very thorough once over that made Steve feel mostly naked (and like he wouldn't mind if he were) the man continued, "Though if you'd like to pose for a shot or two for my boss's private collection, I'm pretty sure that'd get me a raise."
The PR woman huffed and tried to muscle her way past Steve and into the room, but the smartalec with the camera turned to her and grinned, "Oh, we're good. I'm sure you've got better things to do with your time this morning." She sputtered about rules and observation, but the reporter just neatly glided her out of the room, shutting the door in her face and smirking all the while. He puffed out a relieved sigh and turned back to Steve, "So Commander McGarrett, I'm Danny. You want a drink?"
"I think I'm actually supposed to have her in here."
"What? You're a real, live, grown up SEAL. You telling me you need her to run defense for you?"
Steve didn't really have anything to say to that that wasn't slightly treasonous so instead he replied, "You're wearing a tie."
The reporter just stared at him a moment before he muttered, "If that's the best conversation starter you've got we might actually need her in here to mediate."
Steve just rolled his eyes and leaned back against the door. "I just mean that we're in Hawaii, and people don't wear ties in Hawaii."
Danny adjusted his camera a took a shot of slouching Steve, who was staring straight into the lens like he was dealing with a crazy person, and replied, "Ties are what civilized people wear while they're being professionals. No matter what pineapple-infested hell they're in."
Steve just rolled his eyes, and judging by the click Danny got that on camera too. "Most people consider this paradise."
"Most people are idiots. Take off your jacket."
"What?"
"Your jacket. If my tie is out of place then that coat is pure insanity."
"It's part of the uniform." Steve protested, but took it off anyway. "And if my jacket comes off, so does your tie."
Danny looked up from his screen with a quirked eyebrow, "You know, for a guy who seemed skittish about me taking pictures of a bed to adjust my aperture, you're getting me undressed pretty quick."
Steve just glared at Danny until he dropped the camera and took off the tie. "Jeez, you're sensitive. What, is Pearl your favorite base or something?"
"I've actually never been stationed here."
"So why?"
Steve waited until Danny was busy tossing open the curtains instead of looking at Steve before he answered, "It's home."
"I get that. The ex took my kid to London. Don't get me wrong, it's an amazing place, especially since I like cities. But there's never anything quite like home."
Steve followed Danny out onto the balcony, "Why London?"
"That's where she's from. And where the new husband works." Danny turned and took another photo of Steve leaning up against the far edge of the railing, the ocean off in the background and the sleeve of his t-shirt riding up just a little to frame his tattoo. "But we're not here to talk about me, we're here to talk about you."
"I thought we were here for me to say something vague and inspiring for you to drop into some random article on the war."
Danny snorted and went back into the room, waiving at Steve to stay on the balcony when he tried to come in. "Nope, they keep me away from pieces like that. I tend to get off topic."
Steve slouched against the rail, "I can't imagine. So you do what? Human interest stuff?"
Danny smirked and laid back on the bed, shifting a bit until he found the angle he was looking for, something that took advantage of the dying light and made Steve look a little larger than life. "Some. I've done some investigative stuff, and I was a war correspondent for a while, but then I met the ex, and then my kid came."
"You stopped risking your life?"
Danny shifted again, "You risk your life crossing the street. I just got a little less wanton about it."
"Wanton?" Steve grinned.
"When words are your living you're allowed to say things like wanton."
"Still, doesn't mean you should."
"Not all of us can be big, bad Navy SEALs."
"So, what's the article about anyway?"
Danny sat up at that one, dropping the camera into his lap while he stared at nothing. "I don't really know."
"How are you supposed to write if you don't know what you're writing about?"
Danny looked affronted, "I know what I'm writing about, I just don't know what I'm saying yet. There's a difference."
Steve grinned at the ridiculous distinction, and ignored the camera click when Danny caught his smile.
Title: Hawaii 5-0 -- Digimon
Author: sunryder
Rating: PG
Warnings/Spoilers: AU
Summary: The boys are digidestined. Yeah, I've got no defense.
A/N: I feel like I have to explain this one. My nephew and I were both ill over Thanksgiving, which meant we were both quarantined to the same room. He wanted to watch cartoons, so I pulled up digimon cartoons on youtube (and he watched the whole first season). While he was watching that, I was reading Hawaii 5-0 fic on my kindle, and the two just merged in my head and demanded to be written.
"Is there a reason that we're here in our room, instead of in Steve's room making out with him?" Patamon asked.
"Because if you made out with Steve I think my head might explode." Danny replied sharply.
"Because you can't stand the though of Steve romancing anyone else?"
"No, because you're a ball of fluff and he's a human, that doesn't really work out. And Steve has never and will never romance anyone because he can't string together enough words to form a complete sentence. He communicates in grunts and hand gestures, none of which are romantic!"
Patamon poked his small furry head out from the bundle of blankets he was burrowed under and replied, "You seem a little tense, Danno."
"Tense! I've got Steve on one side making eyes at me, Kono and Chin looking at me like I've kicked their puppy every time I tell him no, and my own digimon is on their side!"
Patamon rested his head on outstretched paws and let Danny have his rant. After nearly a decade together, Patamon knew that silence was the only way to ride out the storm. Danny just paced back and forth, shouting about how they were all out of their minds. He had a girl waiting for him back in the real world, and when they were done being digidestined he was going back to her.
Patamon waited until Danny stopped to take a breath and interjected, "Isn't this the girl who said she didn't want you to come to the Digital World to help save us again?"
"Well, yeah, but it wasn't so much about not wanting to save you, as it was about not wanting me to get hurt."
Patamon paled, "She thought that I would ever let anything bad happen to you?"
Danny dropped down next to his digimon and ran his hands over the thin layer of fur on Patamon's back, giving his digimon long, smooth strokes to calm him down. (When Danny was still a child he and Patamon had rarely stopped touching each other, with the little digimon riding on his shoulder, or snuggling together whenever they sat. Now Danny was less demonstrative, but Patamon still adored his human's touches, and secretly Danny missed them too.) "It's not about you babe, she's just…"
Patmaon nuzzled into Danny's stomach, "Didn't she know you were a digidestined?"
"She knew, she just, didn't quite get what it meant."
"That we'd actually need you?"
"Something like that. I think she thought my part in it was done. That it was all a story and not something that would apply to her, or to us."
Patamon bumped his head into Danny's hand, reminding him that there was a head there to scratch. They stayed that way for a minute, both of them sitting in the silence until Patamon whispered, "It sounds like, like she won't be happy when you get home. And wouldn't be happy if you keep coming back to us. To me."
"Nah babe, I don't think she will be."
"So, does that mean you're going to have to choose between us, Danno?"
Patamon was a plump little thing, short and stout in a way that perfectly matched Danny. He ran steady hands over Patamon's fluffy back and along the little wings that seemed like they shouldn't carry the digimon's weight, but managed to anyway. When Danny first met Patamon he'd been small enough that he had to cradle Patamon in his arms to lift him, and now Danny could palm the small body like a basketball. He couldn't imagine ever going without the digimon. "Choose not to see you again? I don't think I could do it, babe."
"Well then, maybe…"
"Maybe I should let her go and pick someone who wouldn't want me to walk away from this?"
Patamon nudged closer, "If that's how you want to put it."
Danny snorted, "'Want to' nothing, Patamon. It's never that simple."
"Why not?" The little digimon popped up and put its paws on Danny shoulders, looking him straight in the eye. "If it's what you want, why can't you do that?"
"Life isn't like that, babe. I've got obligations, and things that people expect of me. And taking up with a boy who's from Hawaii isn't on the list."
"So?" Patamon asked with a shrug.
"…So? So, that's the explanation."
"That's a terrible explanation. You can't not do things just because other people won't like it. Especially when it'll make you happy Danno. Your life is supposed to be for you, not for other people."
"Patamon-"
"No, Danno. Just tell me, when you see yourself at the end of our little quest, who do you see yourself talking to all the time? Out there in the world, who do you see yourself still with? Is it really this Rachel girl, or, or do you see yourself dropping by the digital world to see me, and pestering Steve about being reckless?"
Danny ran fingertips over the little wings once again and replied, "You already know, babe."
Patamon leaned closer and nudged his nose against Danny's before whispering, "Then what are you still doing here?"
Danny grinned then jumped up from his bed and dashed down the hall to Steve's door, banging on it to wake Steve up. Danny heard grumbling on the other side, but he kept pounding until Steve cracked it open. "Danny?"
Danny pushed his weight against the door, forcing it open despite Steve being in the way and crashed into Steve's chest, pressing their lips together in a frantic kiss. Steve sunk into it before pulling back and gasping, "Danny, are you-" but Danny refused to let him think about it too hard and stumbled into Steve again, all warm body and fervent lips.
"Danny?"
"I pick you Steve, alright? Just go with it!" Never let it be said Steve McGarrett was a stupid man, because he shut up and did just that.