hatesparadise | MCA #0, Late, Late Thursday Night

"With a fucking taser," Steve muttered.

"Noticed that one," Danny replied, hugging him a little more securely now.

"I used it on him, there in the end," Steve admitted softly.

"Yeah?" Danny tilted his head at Steve, trying to encourage him to keep going.

Steve nodded, staring into the darkness. "That's why it was all wet in the room," he said. "Pulled the pipes, had him step in the water, then zapped the hell out of him. Really pissed him off, too."

"Sounds like something you'd do," he teased gently.

Steve's lips quirked up. "I was feeling inspired."

Danny ruffled his hair for that. "Oh, I don't doubt that one, babe."

"It was much easier taking him down in my dream...drugged...thing," Steve said. "You helped out in your Hawaiian shirt."

"Your mind is messed up if that's what you put me in," Danny joked, unable to help it.

"I was chasing him down in dress uniform, including a tie, so those were some extremely powerful drugs," Steve agreed.

Danny couldn't help but laugh. "I'm pretty sure you've complained about those dress shoes more than once."

"Oh, I was sprinting through the docks in them," Steve said with a snort. "Didn't fall on my ass once, which should've been a tip-off."

"Was I wearing slippahs too?" He even did his best at a Hawaiian accent for the word!

Steve chuckled. "No, but nice accent."

"Sorry I can't be as surfer as you, brah." Was this working to relax Steve at least?

"Well, you'd have to surf to be surfer," Steve teased softly.

"Oh, I don't surf enough with you? Is that it?"

"You've finally figured it out," Steve agreed, nudging Danny's shoulder. "My brain had Kono as a surfing star peddling lipstick or something. I'll never tell her because she'd never stop hitting me."

"Tell her she was a surf start who beat up bad guys instead,"Danny suggested with a laugh.

"Or maybe I just won't bring it up at all," Steve said. "Chin was going to be the next Chief of Police."

Danny sighed and nodded at that plan to not mention it to the team.

He reached for Steve's arm again to see the bruised left there from both the hospital and his imprisonment. "We'll need to talk about your dad eventually."

And Steve's relaxed posture disappeared entirely. "We do?"

Here he was, desperately hoping everyone would just...ignore that little breakdown.

"Yeah, babe," Danny said, turning the inspection of Steve's arm into some shameless hand holding. "You can't bottle it up."

Steve bit back an, "Oh, watch me," which was progress of a sort.

"I don't know what to say," he said.

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