Genie of the Lamp
Chase and Harley’s plane touches down on the tarmac in Oahu, Hawaii. After everyone leaves the plane the girls head to their hotel with an ocean view. On the plane Harley had started rereading the Harry Potter series for the thousandth time. Chase, rather, had binge watched horror movies while cross-stitching (and has now made up her mind to never admit how many times she stabs herself).
“This is the nicest place we’ve stayed in a while,” Harley comments when the two enter the hotel room. The room is quaint, but lavish compared to the motels they were used to staying in. This room had high, white walls, a large bathroom, with a jacuzzi tub and shower. Ornate mirrors hang on the walls opposite each bed, with a large flat screen tv in the center.
Chase sighs, running and landing on her back as she jumps onto one of the beds with a laugh. “This place is awesome! Ugh, just what we’ve needed. When’s the last time either of us had an actual vacation?”
“There was that week I decided to visit my family.”
“Yeah, but that was still a while ago. This is also like, real vacation. I mean, look at that view!” Chase points out the large window, spanning most of the far wall, curtains pulled back to display the gorgeous view; they can both see the beach, with the waves lapping at the shore, few people dotting the shoreline as they relax in the sun. Green, lush wildlife grows abundantly all around them. “We don’t see that everyday. Can’t tell you when the last time I was at the beach was.”
“Me either. I can’t wait to be in the ocean again.”
“Same! Let’s change real quick, then we can head down to the water.”
The girls change in their swimsuits, before grabbing towels and running down to the beach. Harley has to chastise Chase, who forgets to put sunscreen on and begins to turn pink within minutes.
After Harley is satisfied with Chase’s cover of sunscreen, which only helps to make her look somehow paler than normal, they race to the water. Chase grabs Harley in a bridal style hold, only to quickly drop her in the surprisingly warm waves. Chase, however, is not thinking clearly when she does this, because Harley’s arms are laced around her neck, dragging her into the water as well. They both surface, spluttering, wiping the water from their eyes. They both shriek and laugh at each other’s reactions as they dive further into the waves, splashing each other.
***
The girls head to a food shack on the beach soaking wet, towels loosely tied around their hips, though not bothering to catch the water dripping from their hair. Chase brushes hers back with her fingers, pushing the accidental pink strands from her face (accidental because the die was purple but didn’t stick). Harley simply ignores her own Auburn-red hair, which drips slightly from her bangs.
A waiter comes by, asking if they are ready to order. Having known what their first meal in Hawaii would be, they both nod excitedly. They each order fish and chips and Chase gets a fruity cocktail.
“God, I love fish.” Harley says, eating a piece.
Chase, taking a bite of her cod, nods enthusiastically. “This is so amazing. Ugh, the boys are missing out.”
“Yeah, too bad Dean’s afraid of flying. If he wasn’t they might’ve come.”
“I don’t know. Sam did say that he didn’t want to go so far. But yeah, Dean probably could have changed his mind. I mean, c’mon dude I’m scared of heights and everything, but you don’t see that stopping me.”
“True, guess he’s just a scaredy cat.”
Chase laughs. “Don’t let him catch you saying that. It might hurt his feelings.”
“Then he’s a sensitive scaredy cat.”
“Another thing to not let him catch you saying.”
“Let him hear it. I’ve caught him saying worse about me.”
“Yeah, he probably wouldn’t say anything he’d just go in the corner and pout.”
“That would be hilarious.”
Chase nods agreeing, taking another bite of her food.
***
The girls got back to their hotel room to find a collective amount of 30 missed calls from Dean and texts from Sam saying he tried to stop him. Harley immediately calls him back and he picks up before the first ring.
“Where the hell were you? I thought the plane went down!” Dean shouts.
“We just went swimming. Chill,” Harley says, trying to calm him down.
“Would it’ve killed you to call... Wait, you went swimming? What are you wearing?”
“Gross!” Chase yells into the phone.
Dean hesitates before defending himself, “Hey, I didn’t mean it like that!”
“You’re Dean, of course you did,” Chase says.
“Maybe I’ll tell you later,” Harley teases.
Chase turns to Harley with wide eyes, mouthing, ‘Oh, we are so talking about that later.’ before turning back to the phone. “Don’t get any funny ideas there, Deano. I can and will kick your ass.”
Dean and Sam both laugh over the phone, Dean having obviously put the girls on speaker.
“Ten bucks on Chase,” Sam comments.
“Hey!” Dean exclaims.
“I’m so not getting involved in this one,” Harley says.
“So no one’s betting on me?”
“Course not, Dean. Why would they?” Chase laughs. The girls can both just imagine the pout on his face. “Look, now you know we aren’t dead, so can we go to enjoy our vacation please?”
“What if I want to talk to you?” Dean asks.
“You literally could have come with us, but noooo. You’re too much of a scaredy cat to.”
“Hey, you’re afraid of heights, Chase,” Dean says in defense.
“Yeah, but you don’t see that stopping me. I promise, we will talk to you later, okay?”
“I want nightly and morning updates!”
“Nightly,” Harley says, trying to compromise.
“And pictures,” Sam says.
“Okay, okay, we promise.”
“Good,” Dean says. “I will talk to you two later.”
The girls bid their goodbyes, then hang up, sighing in relief before looking at each other in disbelief. They both burst out laughing, thinking of how Dean is paranoid, but how it is also endearing.
“Morning and night. I mean really? Once a day is more than enough,” Harley mutters.
“Really though. What does he think’s gonna happen?”
“Who knows what goes on in that brain of his.”
“Well obviously what goes on in that brain of his is ideas of you in a swimsuit.”
“Any girl in a swimsuit more like.”
“I dunno about that. He seems very keen on just you. However, I have to ask. ‘Maybe I’ll tell you later’ probably did not help him think about anything else. What was with that comment?” Chase fake shudders. “It was in front of me and everything.”
“I was just teasing him. It’s not like it meant anything,” Harley says plopping down on her bed.
“Right. It meant nothing. Nothing at all. I bet that is definitely the truth,” Chase says, sarcasm dripping heavily from each word. “Because thinking that you would say that and not mean it in any way would be preposterous. Of course I know you were teasing him! My point is you wouldn’t be teasing him without due cause.”
“I really would be though.”
Chase raises an eyebrow. “Mmmhmmm. Sure. Let me just call bullshit real quick.”
“Okay maybe I wanted him to think of me a little, but that’s it.” Harley says defending herself.
“Yeah,” Chase scoffs. “Just ‘A little’.”
***
The girls woke up the next morning, well, Chase woke up. Mainly because Harley didn’t know how to be quiet while she’s getting ready.
Sitting up onto her elbows, Chase checks her phone, groaning at the sight of a steady 7:21 staring back at her. She turns to Harley with a frown and creased brows. “You seriously couldn’t have waited nine more minutes for my alarm to go off?”
“Sorry, Scooby wasn’t cutting it for me anymore,” Harley says as South Nashville Blues plays at full volume in the bathroom and she does her makeup.
Chase, meanwhile, flops backwards onto her bed, simultaneously grabbing a pillow and covering her face. “Wake me up in nine minutes.”
“Six minutes now.”
“Wake me up in six minutes then!” Chase exclaims, her voice muffled by the pillow.
“Fine,” Harley sighs, dragging the word out before asking herself, “Should I even bother doing my hair? It’s just going to get wet. We’ll probably get some photos on land though. Right?”
“I’m curling mine, then I’m not gonna care until after we get back out of the water. After that, I’ll probably just braid it.”
“I can’t stand when my hair’s curly. I think I’m gonna straighten it. Just in case. Hey, did you bring any hairspray? I didn’t pack any.”
“Oh yeah, I did. I wanted to make sure my curls stayed even if it got windy. Why? You don’t need it to straighten your hair.”
“Yeah, but you can use it to waterproof your makeup.”
Chase shoots up in bed. “Wait, really?”
“Yeah. I’ve done it before.”
“Okay, I’ve got to try this! I was just planning on skipping eyeliner, but now I don’t have to.” Chase gets out of bed, silencing her alarm before it could go off, joining Harley in the bathroom.
***
Harley fiddles with the radio before giving up and playing something on her phone.
Chase groans, letting up on the gas. “Why is this car so touchy?” She turns to Harley, gesturing slightly to the speedometer. “This car is so annoying! Jack would never do this to me.”
“It’s because it’s a newer car. That’s why it’s so touchy.”
Chase scoffs. “That doesn’t give it the right.”
“It’s just for a couple of days.”
“The audacity!” Chase exclaims dramatically.
“Calm down, it’s just for a little while.”
Chase sighs, continuing as though Harley hadn’t spoken. “Just like the audacity you have, claiming you don’t like my brother.”
“Hey, we're not in Jack. No talk about me liking Dean.”
Chase rolls her eyes. “Whatever you say.”
“Thank you.”
Sudden realization dawns on Chase. “Wait, you just admitted you liked him!” Chase refrains from screeching-but just barely.
“I didn’t mean I liked him. I just meant you think I like him.”
“Ugh. Okay, okay, fine whatever. Be in denial. What’s our first scene gonna look like for pictures?”
“We could do a shot like the main poster for H2O.”
“Ooo, yes.”
“And then I brought my waterproof camera.”
“Wait, you did bring it? I forgot my polaroid sadly.”
“Yeah, I remembered thankfully.”
“Okay, cool. Now here we are! Surf ‘N’ Shack. Think they sell food? I didn’t eat breakfast.”
“I’m sure they sell food.”
“Good.”
***
The girls smile, looking out at the wake crashing onto the shore. Plenty of beach is in front of them, but there is also rocky cliffs situated to their right. The perfect place to take photos. The girls had their rented silicone mermaid tails and struggled to put them on for longer than they would like to admit.
“That was exhausting.” Harley admits as she finally gets her tail on.
“That was… unpleasant. But the pictures will be well worth it.”
“They better be,” Harley says, flipping herself over so she’s not sitting on her dorsal fin.
Chase struggles to her feet, using the surrounding rocks to help her hop closer to the water. “This is gonna take a while,” she laughs after three hops.
Harley starts crawling across the sand towards the water dragging her tail behind her. Chase laughs at her, before losing balance and falling over.
“It’s easier this way,” Harley chuckles.
“Well, it looks weird. Oh my God! I just realized. It is going to be so much harder to get this off when it’s wet!”
“I don’t know about that.”
“Well, it’ll definitely be more uncomfortable.”
“It’ll be weird for sure. Like shedding your skin.”
“I never asked, wanted, or imagined that mental image until now. So thank you for that.”
“You’re welcome. Wait, we should take the H2O photo before we reach the water.”
Chase gasps. “That’s brilliant!”
“I have my moments.”
“You mean moment, because you’re never not brilliant.”
“Aww! Thanks!”
“Well duh.” Chase scoots closer to the water. “Now, let’s get this done with so we can go swimming!”
Harley takes the photo as her arms are longer. Then they continued to crawl till they reach deep enough water to swim.
***
“I’m beached! I’m a beached whale!” Harley yells as she reaches the shore.
“I’ll save you,” Chase shouts, swimming and then scooting up the shore to Harley. Then, she lays there, tired out. “Shit, now I’m beached.”
The two girls started laughing uncontrollably at their beached state.
“Best vacation ever,” Harley says between laughs.
“I’m just glad that we get to relax and nothing is going wrong.”
“Oh god, did you just jinx it?”
Chase shrugs, peeling her tail back a little at a time. “I doubt it,” she huffs. “Seriously. We are in Hawaii on vacation for Thanksgiving. We deserve a break. I’m sure God, wherever the hell he is, recognizes our efforts, and will grant us some peace.”
“Sure, like he’s been much help before.”
“Well, he will give us peace this week, or he will be punched very, very hard when I meet him.” Chase looks to the sky. “And that’s a promise!”
Harley begins trying to kick out of her monofin before pulling the tail skin down.
Chase shimmies out of hers, kicking her legs slightly, her hands brace on the ground behind her for support. “This is one of the most annoying things I’ve ever had to deal with.” Blowing the hair out of her eyes, she continues, “What’s on the agenda for tomorrow?”
“The spa and that hike to the Kaniakapupu ruins.”
“Oh, yes, a spa. That sounds like heaven.”
“It does, doesn’t it. I wanna get some gel nails so I don’t constantly have to redo them.”
“I want a fucking massage.”
“Honestly. I probably need one. Either that or a chiropractor.”
“Same. Or death.”
“You are not allowed to die on me.”
“No promises,” Chase laughs.
“Fine, but you have to come back.”
“That, I will figure out how to do. There’s no way I’m going to die and miss out on the rest of our adventures together. That, and Dean owes me twenty bucks and pie that he still hasn’t paid up for.”
“What bet was it this time?”
“Like, I don’t remember, a month ago or so, Dean told me I couldn’t eat a whole pie in ten minutes. I bet him twenty bucks and another pie. Guess who won?”
“You.”
“Oh hell yes. Anyway, you wanna get food? I could go for some good Hawaiian bbq right now.”
“Yeah, that sounds like a fun new experience.”
***
Chase puts the phone on speaker as the dial rings exactly one and a half times before Dean picks up the phone. “Chase! Thank God you called. I was about to get upset that you’d break your promise.”
The girls hear Sam sigh over the phone. “We saw those pictures you sent. You two look like you’re having fun.”
“You look hot.” Dean pauses. “Obviously I’m talking to Harley.”
“Wow, Dean. I feel so much better now,” Chase says sarcastically.
“You look nice too, Chase,” Sam amends.
“Thanks, boys. We miss you too,” Harley laughs.
“Of course you do,” Dean says, “No one to cuddle with at night.”
Chase rolls her eyes.
“You flatter yourself,” Harley retorts.
“I do,” Dean responds cheekily. “All the time. But guess what?”
“So do I?” Harley guesses.
“You flatter me too, wait- How’d you know I’d say that?”
“Because you’re predictable?” Chase guesses.
“I’m not predictable,” Dean says feigning hurt.
“I thought you were gonna say I flatter myself actually,” Harley counters.
“Well, see, I’m not predictable.”
“You kinda are, Dean,” Sam says.
“My own brother, betraying me like this.”
“What am I?” Chase asks. “I’m your sister and you’re not as offended? Rude.”
“You’re rude saying I’m predictable.”
“Well, you’re rude because-”
“Guys, really?” Sam asks, sounding tired.
“What?” Chase demands. “He started it.”
“Well, you guys are weird. I’m gonna go wash the sand out of my hair. So, bye, love you guys,” Harley says before getting up and heading to the bathroom.
“Was that an invitation?” Dean asks, thinking Harley is still near the phone.
“Ew, gross, goodbye,” Chase says, hanging up the phone, despite her brother’s protests.
Shaking her head, Chase lays down onto the bed, waiting for her turn in the shower.
***
Today the girls head out to a group tour of the Kaniakapupu Ruins. “When was the last time we went sightseeing?” Harley asks.
“Other than everytime you stare at Dean? Don’t know.”
“I don’t stare at him.”
“Yeah, okay, and I don’t- uh. I don’t. Shit, I totally forgot what I was going to say,” Chase says, turning a light shade of pink. “Anyway, these ruins sure are pretty!”
“Yeah, and so is the land around it. Absolutely stunning.”
“You’re stunning. Quick, go over there and I’ll take your picture!”
Harley goes to stand in front of a fallen archway and Chase takes her picture. “Your turn!” Harley says, stealing the camera.
Chase laughs, shaking her head, but strikes a ridiculous pose nonetheless, a hand on her hip, the other on the back of her head, sticking her tongue out at the camera. “Okay, now we should probably catch up,” Chase says, gesturing to the group a few paces ahead of them.
The rest of the tour went as normal as possible with Chase and Harley around. At least that’s what the girls thought until they overheard their tour guide talking to someone else about how a girl, Megan Brown, didn’t come back from the tour.
“Excuse me, ma’am, are you saying one of the girls disappeared?” Chase asks, interrupting the tour guide, who seemed to be talking to a head officer of some sort. “Is the tour route going to be closed down then?”
The tour guide shakes his head. “No need. It seems every couple months when we do this tour, a couple people wander off and get lost. There haven’t been any signs of animal attacks or kidnappings.”
“And you haven’t thought to handle the situation more thoroughly?”
“Have you even looked into the disappearances?” Harley asks.
“Of course,” the officer says. “But it isn’t anything you two need to be concerned about.”
“It seems that it is,” Chase continues. “If this happens so often, you’d think you would have a better handle on things.”
“As long as you two don’t wander off, you will be fine. You two girls run along and don’t get into any trouble.”
Harley and Chase huff, but listen to the instructions.
***
As Chase and Harley enter the spa, they’re surrounded by three people each. Harley has one man along with one woman, while Chase is surrounded by two women, each of them in their early thirties at the latest.
Chase and Harley give each other a thumbs up as they are led to their own spa stations, close enough to hear, talk to, and make weird faces to each other, in hopes of getting one to laugh.
“I’m Kai,” the man introduces. “And this is Kayla. The two lovely women attending you are Sarah and Halola.”
“Nice to meet you.”
“So where did you two come from?” Kayla asks. “And what are you here on? Honeymoon perhaps?”
Harley shakes her head with a laugh. “No, actually. Just vacation.”
“We just came for the early holidays. We were just at the Kaniakapupu ruins.”
“Oh! That tour. It’s always so...interesting to hear the stories once visitors come back.”
“How so?” Chase asks.
“Well, you see-”
Kayla is cut off by Halola, who says something rushed in what the girls assume is Hawaiian. Turning back to the girls, Halola smiles. “It is nothing. Just petty gossip surrounding people who aren’t smart. We really shouldn’t talk about it or bother you.”
“You mean the disappearances. Well, a girl went missing on the tour before ours. Does that really happen often?”
“Sadly, yes,” Kai says, ignoring the rolled eyes of Halola and Sarah. “But really, what happens to them is just a legend told to tourists by us locals to scare you. Really, I wouldn’t think much about it, at least for the time being. Now is your time to relax.”
“What’s the legend say?” Harley asks.
Kai smiles. “Well, legend is, King Kaniakapupu had an affair with another woman who wasn’t his queen. Driven mad with jealousy and rage, Queen Kanua’pele killed both him and his lover. Distraught over how the queen let the kingdom go after his death, he haunts the ruins, seeking revenge on any person who dares intrude in his home.”
Chase and Harley stare at him, slightly unimpressed.
“Huh. That’s a good story,” Chase says.
“Yes, yes, a story and nothing more. Not even a good story at that.”
Kai shoots Halola a look. “Ah yes, because I’m sure you prefer the older beliefs.” Halola stiffens slightly. She relaxes within a second, however.
“I simply don’t believe in ghost stories and you shouldn’t be telling them to visitors that already are aware of the very real disappearances that occur.”
“It’s alright,” Harley says.
“Yeah, trust me. Not much scares us away,” Chase laughs.
“Even so,” Halola continues. “At least relax and we can finish this process. Next, you’ll be having your massage and then manicures.”
Chase and Harley grin at each other, pushing the story Kai told them aside for the time being. Next, they were getting massages.
***
“So, that was the best thing ever!” Chase exclaims, flopping backwards onto the bed.
“Agreed! Today was awesome! Except for the whole we might have a hunt thing.”
“Uh, no. No, no, and no. I might have allowed myself to be curious, but this is my vacation, and I will not be working on it!”
“Fine, I’ll just go it alone on this one.”
“Yeah, also not happening. I know you can hold your own and everything, but I would rather not have Dean trying to kill me.”
“He won’t try to kill you.”
Chase raises an eyebrow. “Right. I guess he didn’t give you the same pep talk.”
“Seriously, Dean?”
“Yes, seriously! You leave her alone for a moment, I’ll kill you. And you better not be running off on your own either. You are to go, have fun or whatever, and then come back. NO hunts, NO jobs, NO nothing. Capisce?”
Chase rolls her eyes. “Why would either of us need to go off on our own?”
“Because it’s you and her. Somehow, you guys are gonna do something or you’ll say something and boom. You’re separated and she’s in trouble or you are, and then you’ll fix it.”
“So you think we would fix it though?”
“That won’t keep me from killing you if something goes wrong.”
“Of course, blame me!”
“That’s what I plan on.”
“Fine, fine, okay! I’ll be careful. We won’t go off on our own. We’ll keep you posted.”
“Good. Now go have fun. And call me when you land.”
Chase makes a face at him. “Yes, dad.”
“Wait, he said all that?” Harley asks.
“Yep! So now we know who his favorite is. And it isn’t me, his own flesh and blood,” Chase sighs dramatically.
“Wow,” Harley says, so low it barely registers.
“I know, right? It’s like he doesn’t trust us!”
“He really said all that?”
“Yeah. He sure is a buzzkill.”
“So we don’t listen to him. I mean we rarely do anyway.”
Chase pauses, thinking for a moment. “You’re right about that. But I still say we don’t get involved unless we have to, okay?”
“Just one last look around the ruins?”
Chase glares at Harley before sighing loudly. “Fine, I guess. But we go with a guide and group again. If something happens on that trip, then we can investigate.”
“Deal!”
***
“I told you there wasn’t any reason to be here again,” Chase complains, staring down at the EMF reader.
“Wait, do you smell something?”
“Does bullshit count?”
“No, it smells like metallic-y.”
“Thought you were gonna say sulfur there for a moment. But yeah. Smells like blood,” Chase says, glancing back at the group. She takes a head count, then frowns. “See anyone missing from the group?”
“The chick with the giant sun hat?”
“Yeah, and the tour guide.”
“He didn’t want us looking into the disappearances,” Harley points out.
“Yeah, and now he and another woman are gone. What should we do?”
“We should split up and look for clues.”
“You watch too much Scooby Doo. Honestly, best plan right now is to probably stay with the group and see if the tour guide comes back. What’s his name?”
“Paulo, I think. And yeah you’re right, about both.”
“Of course I am.”
Ten or fifteen minutes later, the girls can’t be sure, Paulo seems to have reappeared from nowhere. He stands with a few others, pointing out carvings in the pillars against the far entrance. However, upon further inspection, the woman who had disappeared along with him is still gone.
“Okay, maybe it’s a good thing we came back,” Chase relents.
“Told you.”
“Oh, don’t pull that card.”
“I’m pulling that card.”
“Rude,” Chase pouts.
“Well, I’m not the nicest person in the world.”
“Fair. To be honest, if you were, we probably wouldn’t get along nearly as much as we do. Speaking of doing, what do we do about Pablo over there.”
“Paulo.”
“Same difference.”
“Find out what he is and gank him,” Harley shrugs.
“Guess that ghost story is just that. A story. Of course, a ghost would have been too easy.”
“I don’t know some are pretty nasty.”
“Yeah, that’s fair. Still, we at least would have known what to do. Now, we don’t have many leads, other than that,” Chase emphasizes ‘that’, nodding her head at Paulo. “We should go back to the hotel and come back here tonight.”
“Agreed.”
***
Harley takes up dialling Dean for the night. “Hey, we’re still alive,” she says as soon as he picks up.
“Good,” Dean says dead serious.
“Let a little laughter in your life. Jeez.”
“I’m good thanks.”
“Buzzkill.”
“I am a joy to be around.”
“Ladies, ladies, you’re both very pretty. Moving along?” Chase says breaking the two up.
“Duh, have you seen me?” Harley jokes.
“I have and I can’t help but like what I see,” Dean flirts.
“Oh shush, I’m not gonna be one of your one night stands.”
“I never said that.”
“It’s what you were thinking.”
“Sweetheart, you have no idea what I think of you.”
“Good things I hope.”
“More than good.”
“Ackomygodthatissoackkkeee,” Chase squeals in a high pitched tone, almost incoherently.
“What was that?” Dean asks.
“That was me puking because you’re disgusting, duh.”
“Yeah, right, okay.”
“I mean it was disgustingly sweet,” Harley says laughing, “I thought you didn’t like chick flick moments.”
“I don’t.”
“Suuuure you don’t. How’s Sam doing? I haven’t heard from him.”
“I’m good, just tired,” The girls could hear Sam say in the background.
Harley rolls her eyes before saying, “We miss you tons.”
“I miss you guys too,” Sam laughs.
“I miss you moreeee,” Chase over exaggerates.
“Yeah, probably,” Sam quips.
“Ouch,” Chase mutters.
“Well I’m gonna let you guys go so Sammy can get some beauty sleep before he kills me,” Dean says.
“He’ll kill you anyway. You’re just that annoying,” Chase says.
“Says you!” Dean fires back.
“Yeah, says me, the least annoying sibling.”
“You are so not the least annoying,” Dean says.
“You’re both annoying. Shut up!” Sam shouts from wherever he is in the room (his voice sounds muffled, as though buried in a pillow).
“Bye Dean, bye Sam!” Harley calls out.
“Can you believe the gall of that man?” Chase exclaims after the phone call ends. “The nerve?”
“I thought it was hilarious,” Harley says.
“Of course you did. You were still distracted about Dean’s previous comment!”
“Which one?”
“You’re actually asking me that? As if you haven’t been replaying that sentence in your head for the past ten minutes? Please. I’m not that dumb.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Yeah, sure you don’t.”
“I don’t!”
“Okay, okay, whatever you say.”
***
The two hunters stand in front of the ruins, flashlights illuminating the dirt path in front of them as they stare up at the crumbling walls of the old palace.
“I guess we should sp-”
I swear to God, if you say the words “split up”, I’m going to super glue you to my side.”
“You got a better idea?”
“No,” Chase mutters dejectedly.
“Then yes, we should split up.”
“Fine, but the moment something happens, call me, okay?”
“Duh. I’m not an idiot.”
“Jury’s out on that one. Let’s go.”
“Oh my god, you’re so rude.”
“You’re the one suggesting we split up so, am I wrong?”
“Yes, you are, because we’ll probably be fine.”
“We’ll see.”
***
Chase wanders down yet another corridor, softly humming AC/DC under her breath, a habit she has for when she’s nervous. Flashing her light against the walls turns up nothing, though the sight is pretty.
Suddenly, after about half an hour, something flickers in her peripheral vision. She whirls around quickly, all sound being cut off. Cautiously, she walks over to the doorway she’d seen the movement coming from.
She pokes the flashlight through the doorway first, before following with her head. She looks left. Nothing. She looks right. Also nothing.
Chase sighs, placing a hand to her head, squinting her eyes tightly, as though that could make her headache disappear. Turning on her heel, she walks back into the corridor, only to collide into something hard. She stumbles back, before noticing she’d walked into a wall.
She really shouldn’t walk with her eyes closed.
She growls under her breath, walking through a high arch, leading into a large open space, equally as dusty as the past few rooms.
She checks behind the large pillars, hoping to see some evidence of...anything, really. Just as she’s about to leave into another hallway, she spots a flicker of movement again. Turning her light to the center far wall of the room, she sees a large stage-like stone, atop it what looked like human remains of some kind.
“Perfect,” Chase mutters, wandering over. “Just perfect.”
Chase grabs her phone, bringing up the name “Harley Quinn”, pressing the number.
“Yeah? Find something?”
“Yeah. Human remains. You know, body parts, some bones. The usual.”
“Lovely,” Harley mutters.
“Yeah, anyway, I think there’s something still here because I keep seeing movement. I don’t know, I may just be paranoid. But- oh for fuck’s sake.”
“What’s up?”
Chase whips out her gun, firing a couple shots at the figure looming over her, of course, making little headway in keeping it at bay.
“You stupid Aladdin character looking ass,” Chase mutters, dropping her phone after the figure makes a swipe at her. The woman, djinn, grins at her, reaching out a hand.
“Chase? Chase!” She hears Harley’s voice shouting from the other side of the phone call, before her vision turns white.
***
Harley searched the ruins high and low for any sign of Chase before finding her phone on the ground. She pocketed it before surveying the area. She noted the body drained of blood. That and Chase calling the creature an ‘Aladdin character looking ass’ clued her into it being a djinn they were hunting. She headed to the hotel room pocketing a silver knife.
Harley drove to the nearest sheep farm. She picked the locks and found a lamb before calling Sam.
“Hello?” He asked, yawning.
“Hey. Do not put it on speakerphone. Don’t tell Dean it’s me.”
“Dean’s asleep. Why are you calling?”
“Swear none of this leaves this phone call first.”
“I swear. Now, what’s going on?”
“Chase and I were hunting a djinn, but we didn’t know it was a djinn yet so we didn’t have the proper weapons. Basically she got kidnapped by the djinn and now I have to murder a lamb and I’m freakin’ out man.”
“Okay, slow down. Chase got kidnapped?”
“Yeah, please don’t be mad.”
“I’m not mad, just worried. Do you need backup?”
“No, I just need to kill this lamb, but like it’s so precious and sweet.”
“Who do you care about more? Chase or the lamb?”
“Chase, but the lamb is really up there.”
“Look, just stab it. You just need the blood. You don’t have to kill it.”
“Right, yeah, I can’t do that.”
“Yes, you can.”
“I still blame myself for all my fish dying after I cleaned their tank when I was in grade school. I still feel guilty about that shit.”
“That’s...okay, um just pretend it’s a werewolf.”
“I have aphantasia, Sam! I literally can’t do that!”
“Okay, then you’re just going to have to do it. Don’t think, just do.”
“Okay?” Harley squeezes her eyes shut blindly bringing the knife down until she hears the bleat of the lamb. She opened her eyes and saw the white of the lambs fluff turn red. The knife was coated in the lamb’s blood. “I did it, oh god, I did it. Fuck, I’m a monster. I mean I’m always a monster, but now I’m even more of a monster.”
“Harley, calm down. You’re not a monster.”
“Yes, I am,” She says, tears building up in her eyes.
Sam sighs, “Just do me a favor and go rescue Chase.”
“Right, yeah, bye. I’ll call you after I rescue her.”
“Alright, bye, Harley.”
***
Chase laughs, pointing mockingly at one of her best friends. Harley sits close by her side, twirling a knife. Setting the camera up to take another picture, Nathaniel flips off the moon.
“Shit, this is not going to come out right. We should’ve picked a different night.”
“Hey, you invited me out, not the other way around,” Chase says.
The horizon is surprisingly easy to make out, considering it’s eleven at night. The full moon illuminates the scenery, a small town in the distance, it’s lights twinkling lazily.
“Can you fix this for me?” Harley asks.
“Sure,” Chase responds, starting to braid Harley’s hair.
“Ah! Got one I actually like,” Nathaniel shouts in victory.
“Hey, we wanna see!” Harley says.
Nathaniel bends down, showing the two girls a photo of them, sitting next to each other, looking out in the distance. You can’t see much detail, but the two are relaxed and enjoying themselves.
---
Chase runs through the house, getting chased by an overly loud man.
“Dean, Dean, stop! It wasn’t me!”
Getting scooped up by her older brother, she dissolves into a fit of laughter, getting tickled in all of the worst places. “Then who was it?” Dean demands playfully.
“Sam, okay, it was Sam!”
Dean lets go of Chase and turns to slowly look at their youngest brother. “It was you!”
Sam looks at Chase. “Snitch.” He takes off down the stairs and all three can distantly hear Bobby yell, “No running in the house, ya idjits!”
Chase watches on, taking deep breaths, laughing slightly still.
---
“I did it, I did it!”
“Um, hello?” Harley asks.
“Okay, fine, we did it.”
“Was that so hard?”
Bobby comes up behind the two girls, hugging them both. “I’m so proud of you two.”
“Stop, Bobby, you’re gonna wrinkle the gown.”
“You’ve already graduated, what does it matter now?” Dean asks, taking yet another picture.
“It’s about the pride,” Sam says. “You wouldn’t understand.”
“Oh, I wouldn’t understand. I may not have graduated from a fancy college like you three, but I am still the coolest one here.”
“Keep telling yourself that, Dean,” Chase says.
“Yeah, obviously, I’m the coolest one,” Harley adds.
“Okay, okay, I relent. Obviously, I am the coolest one here, other than my smartass fiancee.”
Dean wraps Harley up in a hug, while Sam and Chase roll their eyes, mouthing ‘I told you so’ to themselves.
“Okay, okay, I want one last picture of all of us,” Sam says.
Sam asks a random family to take a picture and they oblige. Sam stands at the very back, his arms around Dean and Bobby’s shoulders, while Harley and Chase stand side by side in the very front. Their smiles are wide, and their hearts content. They wouldn’t trade this life for anything.
***
Harley arrives at the ruins, african dream root in her messenger bag and silver knife in hand. She began searching in the djinn-eral area that Chase disappeared from. She found Chase’s phone before she found her in a cavern by the ruins.
“Chase!” Harley yells as soon as she sees her. She runs up to her friend's limp hanging body, and gently slaps her cheek trying to wake her up. It doesn’t work so instead she gently cuts her friend free and lays her on the cavern floor and takes out her IV. Harley then frees who she assumes is Sunhat Lady. She assumes as she has since lost her hat.
The djinn enters the cave and it takes a moment for Harley to place her heavily tattooed face. “Halola, right?” Harley asks.
“You remembered, I’m surprised.”
“I never forget a pretty face. Too bad I’ll have to kill you.” Harley frowns before lunging at Halola. She dodges and tries to grab Harley’s neck. Harley ducks and drives the silver blade through the djinn’s heart. Halola screams then goes limp.
***
“Chase! Thank god you’re alive!” Harley yells hugging her for dear life.
Chase moves away slightly, very confused.“Look, I know I said I was stressed about the job interview, but it’s nice to know you have so much faith in me. Could you possibly extract your limbs from me now?”
“No you don’t get it. This isn’t your life. We’re hunters. We were in Hawaii hunting a djinn when you got attacked,” Harley says extracting her limbs from Chase, “All this is fake.”
Chase looks at Harley with an increasing degree of bewilderment on her face as Harley continues to talk. “Uh huh, sure. And you and I haven’t been roommates since college, you’re not engaged to my brother, I’m not about to work for the high end firm I’ve been trying for years to get, and Sam isn’t a bad singer.”
“I’m sorry what?! Me and I’m assuming, Dean are engaged? Wow this is a weird world you’ve created.”
“Dean and I.” Chase gives Harley a blank look. “And no. Sam.”
“Me and Sam?! What the actual fuck!”
“Sam and I. And that was sarcasm, dumbass. How much sleep did you get last night?”
“None. Vampire remember.”
“Okay, so no more mixing alcohol and horror movies for you. Got it.” Chase stands up from her seat. “You should probably get some rest. You’re not acting like yourself.”
“I don’t drink. The whole murderous bloodlust thing doesn’t mix well with alcohol. And I am acting like myself, because I african dream rooted into your brain.”
“Okay, so do I have to go along with what I’m assuming is another improv thing or can I ask- what the hell is african dream root and what is going on?”
“Improv? Okay. Well african dream root lets you go into other people’s dream so you can talk to them-”
“Uh huh, sounds fake but continue,” Chase says, waving a hand.
“And you got touched by a djinn while we were on vacation in Hawaii.” Harley says increasingly impatiently.
“Wait, we went to hawaii?” Chase thinks for a moment. “Djinn. Djinn, djinn, why does that ring a bell? Isn’t that like a genie. Like Aladdin?”
**“You stupid Aladdin character looking ass,” Chase mutters, dropping her phone after the figure makes a swipe at her. The woman, djinn, grins at her, reaching out a hand.
“Chase? Chase!” **
Chase lurches forward, a hand on her head, as though suddenly dizzy.
“Yes! Thank god! Yes!”
“What was that?”
“My best bet? You remembered something from your real life.”
“This is my real life,” Chase says forcefully. “My name is Chase Winchester. I am a graduate from Harvard, I volunteer at the library, and you’re my best friend. I’m twenty-eight. I’m going to be your maid of honor. Bobby and Ellen are practically my parents and my two brothers are Sam and Dean. This is real,” Chase says, as though trying to convince herself more than Harley.
“No, it’s not. Travelling across the country in Jack is real. You relentlessly teasing me about the fact that I might like Dean. You totally crushing on Cas, and us saving the world. That’s real.”
“Who’s Cas?”
“An angel and a friend. He gave us pie.”
**“Harley? Chase? Are you two okay?” Cas asks.
Chase nods, whilst Harley can barely breathe enough to answer, just putting a thumbs up. “Yeah, we’re fine. Why do you ask?” Chase asks nonchalantly.
“You were running, screaming, and you’ve got burns on your arm.”
Chase looks down to see that the bleach that had spilled on her earlier had indeed burned her slightly. “Oh this is nothing. Harley got some in her eyes, so I mean. It’s whatever.”
Cas frowns at Chase. He moves one of his hands, both of which were still holding onto Chase’s biceps, and places it over the burns. A second later, they’re gone.
“Oh, thanks. Anyway, you can let go of me now. I’m sure I’m less inclined to fall at the given moment.”
“Oh, right, yes. Of course, I’m sorry,” Cas stutters, stepping back. **
Chase clutches her head with both hands, her vision blurring and refocusing suddenly, leaving a nauseous feeling in her stomach.
“What the hell is going on?!”
“I think you wanted this life so bad you repressed your actual memories and now they’re coming back. But that's just a theory.”
“What?” Chase asks incredulously. “Tell me, if this isn’t real. What is? You?”
“Well, yeah, like I said I african dream rooted myself. Now I’m in your dream world.”
“Convince me then. Go on. Tell me what you know about me.”
“We met when I was twenty and you were twenty-one. We were chasing an orange eyed demon who went by Hank. We started helping each other on hunts. You won Jack, that’s our car, in a poker game a year later and we finally hit the road together and we haven’t looked back since. I also happen to know you have a folder on your computer that’s just pictures of me and Dean sleeping.”
“Wait, you know about that folder?”
“Yes, I know about that folder and it’s all perfectly innocent.”
“How? I hid it behind a folder of lore on poltergeists, which you never read about-” Chase cuts herself off, frowning. “I don’t know where that came from. I don’t have any folders on my computer like that.”
“You do on your real computer.”
“But-but- Keep telling me stuff.”
“We went to visit Sam at Stanford then went to go fight a sphinx. We hunted the demon that killed your mum and dad. You found out I’m half vamp when I got kidnapped by some friendly vampires who were trying to prove a point. We have fought so many monsters together and this one is no different. You gotta believe me.”
Chase, confused and slightly dazed by the rush of images flooding her brain, notices Harley beginning to freak out. “Okay, say I believe you. Then what do I do?”
“Well, um, you have to kill yourself,” Harley says looking away, her voice strained.
Chase blinks. She blinks twice. “Come again?”
“You have to kill yourself.”
“Yeah, let me go take a long walk off a short pier. How am I supposed to kill myself? I haven’t shot a gun since I was twelve! I haven’t held a knife outside the kitchen ever. And I see no rope or high ledges because I'm not crazy!”
“Well, that’s how Dean got out.”
“You got something to help me then?” Chase asks jokingly, only for her eyes to widen as she sees Harley pull a silver knife covered in blood out of her jacket. “Okay, what the fuck?”
“I killed a djinn with it, and stabbed a lamb. So it’s not the cleanest blade ever, but it’ll get the job done.”
“You killed- you stabbed a- of course you did. Hand it over.”
Harley hands the knife over.
“Okay, Harley. I’m going to go through this logically. If you’re messing with me, you wouldn’t give me an actual knife. This is fake or you’ll somehow stop me and it’ll be fine. Or, if I’m dreaming, I’ll wake up because your brain can’t process dying so you wake up when you die in dreams.
“Or, or somehow. In some fucked up way, you’re telling the truth. Tell me. What is it worth to go back?”
“For starters you’ll die if you stay in here. And also none of the people here are real. None of this is real. Cas isn’t here. Trust me you wanna wake up.”
Chase pauses for a moment, fear reflecting in her eyes. Screwing her eyes shut, her face scrunched in concentration, she pulls the knife towards her, a stinging sensation rushing through her abdomen before she feels nothing.
***
Chase opens her eyes to see Harley hovering over her, worry etched onto her features.
“Man, no need to look so worried. When have I ever turned down the offer to kill myself?” Chase jokes. Harley cracks a smile, shaking her head. “I know, I know, that was awful. Can we get going though? If we don’t call Dean in the next half hour, he’ll freak.”
“It’s kinda almost morning.”
“Wait, already? Shit. I’m still so tired,” Chase says, sitting up. She winces. “And sore.”
“It’s fine we’ll just say we had an early night. Let's get to the hotel and you can rest up.” Harley says as she shoots Sam a text.
“Wait, did you really kill a lamb successfully without freaking out?”
“No. Let’s just leave it at that.”
Chase sighs. “Figures. Let’s head back.”
***
Harley dialled Dean as Chase slept recuperating from her djinn ordeal. He picked up on the first ring.
“Before you say anything, sorry, we fell asleep early.”
“Bullshit! Y’all never fall asleep early!” Dean yells. Harley has to hold the phone away from her ear.
“Yeah, well we spent all day hiking, walking, and swimming, so we got a bit exhausted. Sorry. Look I just woke up, Chase is still out. What more do you want from me?”
“I want a lot from you, but right now I want an explanation.”
“You want a lot from me? Like what?”
“I want you screaming my name as I fuck you against the motel table.”
“Dean!” Harley yells. “I told you I don’t mess around like that.”
“I know,” Dean sighs defeated.
***
Chase and Harley sigh heavily, their bags falling off their shoulders as they slump against the wall.
“Remind me again to choose a later time to fly out from wherever we are. I never want to get to an airport that early again,” Chase complains.
Harley nods, grabbing her water bottle. “Where are the boys anyway? Weren’t they supposed to be here?”
“Who knows?” Chase rolls her eyes. “Dean probably got distracted by something. Or maybe they got lost. That’s something they would do.”
“The only place Dean gets lost is in New York,” Harley counters.
“Yeah, but Sam?”
“Yeah, but Dean’s probably driving.”
“Oh, I meant in the airport. God knows, they probably didn’t bother looking at the signs.”
“Probably not,” Harley sighs.
Chase sighs, sliding her back down the wall, settling into a comfortable position. “Tell me when they get here.”
“When,” Harley says as the boys round the corner.
“What?” Chase opens her eyes to see Sam, an annoyed expression gracing his features, and Dean, an uncomfortable one on his. “Of fucking course.”
“Sorry it took so long; we thought we could beeline here, but it’s been a while since we’ve been in an airport,” Sam says, side eyeing Dean.
Dean immediately just hugs Harley, who had opened her arms slightly, indicating she wanted attention. Sam helps Chase off the floor, before grabbing her bags.
Harley and Chase share a knowing look, stifling a laugh that screams, ‘knew it’.
Rolling his eyes, Dean kisses Harley’s forehead, before reaching down and grabbing her luggage.
Walking out of the airport, Dean and Sam pester them with questions about their trip. They, in turn, pester the boys about what they’d been doing in their absence.
“I’m just happy we’re back,” Harley says, getting into the backseat of the Impala.
Chase nods, “Me too.”
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Steve McGarrett - Ku'uipo
Summary: You and Steve have worked together since Five-0 was first put together. The two of you flirt constantly, but nothing’s ever come of it despite the obvious feelings you have for each other. One day, your life is in danger after you get kidnapped while on a case. Steve knows that he could die trying to rescue you, but he does it anyway. Once you’re safe and you’ve been patched up, you feel like you need to talk to Steve about what is going on between the two of you.
Requested by: @lenafromthenordiccoven
Pairing: Steve x Reader
Characters: Reader, Steve McGarrett, Danny Williams, Kono Kalakaua, Lou Grover, Bill (OMC). Grace Williams, Charlie Williams, Sara Waincroft, Jerry Ortega, Max Bergman, Adam Noshimuri, Duke Lukela, Kamekona Tupuola, Shawn “Flippa” Tupuola (Mentioned)
Warnings: Mentions of gunshot wounds, blood, and death.
Using the prompts: 26) “Can we just clear this up, please? What exactly is going on between us?” and 30) “No. We need to save her/him/them. We can’t just let them die.”
A/N: The title translates to Sweetheart (Steve’s favorite nickname for the reader).
A/N/N: A huge thank you to @mo320 for helping me with this and for being my wonderful beta.
It was early when you got to work, the sun was shining brightly and there was a light breeze flowing through the trees. You picked up the cup holder that held the coffees and got out of your car before locking it and going into the building.
The moment you walked through the doors of the Five-0 headquarters, you noticed Steve sat in his office doing paperwork. There was no surprise there, you would often come in and find him here. That’s why you bought two coffees every single morning, one for you and one for him. You and Steve had a…connection. The two of you flirt constantly and you’re both aware of the mutual feelings, but neither of you has ever acted on them and who knew if you ever would.
You pushed Steve’s office door open and smiled at him when he looked up at you. “Morning, Commander,” you said with a bright smile. “I brought coffee.”
“Morning, sweetheart,” Steve grinned when Y/N came in. “Thank you for the coffee,” he said as he took the coffee from them and took a sip, it was much needed. “See, this is why you’re my favorite, you get my coffee order exactly the way I like it. It’s perfect,” he told Y/N as they sat down on his couch.
Steve rarely called you by your name, he always called you sweetheart, it was his favorite nickname for you. The only time he called you Y/N was when you were in the field. “You mean Danny’s not your favorite?” you teased as he left his paperwork and came to sit with you on the couch.
“You’ve always been my favorite, sweetheart,” Steve replied.
“Let’s not tell Danny,” you joked.
“I’m sure Danny already knows you’re my favorite,” Steve said with a wink. “I mean, he does tease us all the time,” he chuckled.
You chuckled and nodded in agreement at that, the whole team teased you and Steve about your flirting, but Danny was the one who teased you the most. Before you could say anything, there was a knock at the door and Danny came in.
“Sorry to interrupt the flirting,” Danny teased. “We have something on those illegal weapons dealers we’ve been looking for,” he told them.
“Alright, let’s get to work,” you said. Lately, you and the team had been tracking down a gang who were bringing illegal weapons into Oahu and then selling them off to cartels and even gun enthusiasts and anyone else who would buy them. Now it seemed like you finally had a break in the case.
“What have we got?” Steve asked as he, Y/N, and Danny joined the others at the table and he threw quickly drank the rest of his coffee before throwing the paper cup in the bin.
“Please say we finally have a location or some kind of lead,” you said before drinking the rest of your coffee and then throwing it away.
“We have a location. We’ve tracked them to a warehouse on Mokauea Street,” Chin replied, pulling up a satellite image of the warehouse.
“Makes sense that they’d pick a place like that, it’s out of the way, it makes it easier for them to get the weapons and hide them there,” you said.
“We need a plan to get in there, arrest these guys and get the guns,” Kono added.
“We’ll get S.W.A.T in on this. We’ll need the backup,” Lou said.
“Lou, call S.W.A.T and tell them to meet us there,” Steve said. “Let’s get to work.”
After that, you and the rest of the team put on your bulletproof vests and headed to the warehouse. You ended up traveling with Danny and Steve in the Camaro, Danny had been kicked into the backseat by Steve while you were in the front.
“I can’t believe I’m sat in the back of my own car just because you two want to flirt,” Danny complained.
“I think someone’s jealous,” you whispered to Steve.
“I think you’re right. He just hates that you’re my favorite,” Steve teased in a whisper. He gave Y/N a wink and a grin.
“Oh my God, I wish you two would just get together already,” Danny grumbled.
Steve ignored Danny’s comment and focused on driving. After a moment of silence, he reached over to the passenger seat and squeezed Y/N’s hand. “I want you to stick with me in there, okay? I don’t want anything to happen to you,” he said softly.
“You got it,” you smiled at him, squeezing his hand.
When you got to the warehouse a few minutes later, the S.W.A.T team were already there. You listened to Steve as he gave everyone instructions on what positions he wanted them to be in. Everyone got into position and you were ready to go. You really hoped that this raid would be the end of this case.
“Five-0!” Steve yelled when he kicked down the door. Several gang members were there and instantly reacted by picking up assault rifles from the table they were stood around and aimed them at him, Y/N, and Danny, and the two members of the S.W.A.T team that were with them. “Drop the weapons and get on your knees,” he ordered. Of course, the gang members didn’t listen and made a move to start firing at them. Thankfully, Steve and the others managed to shoot the gang members before any of them were hit. “Everyone okay? Anyone hit?” he asked, mainly looking at Y/N.
“We’re fine, Steve,” you replied. You gave him a smile before you continued to go around the warehouse looking for more guns and gang members. The weapons that had been on the table had been gathered and removed from the building by S.W.A.T
As you walked through the warehouse, you heard a noise coming from the corridor. Steve, Danny, and the two S.W.A.T members were ahead of you by a few steps and obviously hadn’t heard the noise. Part of you knew you should stay with Steve and the others, but another part of you, the cop side of you, knew that you needed to investigate the noise.
You split off from the team and headed down the corridor, making sure to keep your gun held up in front of you. The flashlight that was attached to your gun lit up the corridor so you could see where you were going. You came to a door and paused for a moment before pulling it open. You aimed your gun into the room and when you couldn’t see anyone hiding, you stepped into the room and went to the large locker on the other side of the room. Whoever was here last had left it unlocked. “Seriously?” you muttered when you saw that the locker was empty. They must have taken whatever weapons they’d had in there. You had just left the room and were walking down the corridor again when Steve’s worried voice came through the comms.
“Y/N? Y/N, where are you?” Steve asked through the comms. He hadn’t even noticed that Y/N has split off from him and the team until they all met up. He didn’t know why they’d gone off alone, he was worried, he hoped something hadn’t happened.
“Searching rooms in a corridor, I heard something and I’m just checking it out. I’ll meet up with you guys soon,” you told him.
“I’m coming to be your backup, I can’t have you searching this place alone,” Steve said. He knew Y/N would say they were fine and he knew they’d be able to handle themselves, but he still didn’t like the thought of them being alone in this place. Especially when they still hadn’t located the gang leader.
“Steve, I’ll be okay. I’m almost done searching this corridor. Stay with Danny,” you replied.
“Danny’s with the others, you’re alone. I’m coming to be your backup, sweetheart,” Steve said in a more authoritative tone.
“Okay,” you said. You knew there was no point arguing with him, there never was when it came to you. He always wanted you to be safe and you wanted him to be safe too. You gave Steve your location and continued to walk through the corridor towards another room.
You had just turned the corner when someone suddenly grabbed you from behind, they took your gun, tossed it on the ground, and then locked their arm around your waist and held a gun to your head. This wasn’t good.
“Don’t make a sound or I will blow your brains out, detective,” Bill, the leader of the gang, warned before dragging his hostage into a different room, far away from the one they had been going to. He sat Detective Y/L/N on the chair and quickly tied them to it after removing their bulletproof vest. He was soon joined by another gang member. “Let’s call the commander,” he said, taking Detective Y/L/N’s phone from their pocket and pulling the comms out of their ear.
Steve and Danny, who had insisted on coming along, were walking through the building to get to where Y/N told them to go when Steve’s phone started ringing. He pulled it out of his pocket and furrowed his brows when he saw that it was Y/N calling. He answered the call and put it on speaker. “Y/N? Is everything okay?”
“Commander McGarrett, I’m sure you know who I am.”
“Bill,” Steve said. Great, the leader of this gang had Y/N. “What have you done to Y/N?” he asked, he was very clearly angry.
“Don’t worry, Commander, you’re precious Y/N is alive,” Bill replied. “In fact, I’ll even let you talk to them since I know you’ll want proof of life,” he said before putting the phone to Y/N’s ear.
“Steve, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have split off from you,” you said into the receiver.
“Hey, hey, you listen to me, sweetheart, this is not your fault. I’m gonna come get you, okay? Stay strong, I’ll be there real soon,” Steve reassured. He heard Bill on the other end again. “What do you want?”
“Simple. I want my guns back or Y/N dies,” Bill replied. “You have ten minutes,” he added before hanging up.
Danny watched as Steve took the comms out of his ears and paced. His nostrils were flaring and his fists were clenched, he definitely wanted to punch something. “Chin, we have a problem,” he said through the comms. “Y/N’s been taken hostage by the leader of the gang and is demanding the guns back.”
“Danny, S.W.A.T have just taken the guns, they’re at least fifteen to twenty minutes away,” Chin sighed. “I’ll call them and tell them to get back here,” he added. “Keep Steve calm, okay?”
“Got it. Thanks, Chin,” Danny replied. “Steve,” he said, putting a comforting hand on his friend’s shoulder.
“The guns are gone, aren’t they?” Steve said. It was more of a statement than a question.
“Yeah, Chin’s calling S.W.A.T to get them back,” Danny said. “We’ll get Y/N back, Steve. I promise. For now, we need to figure out a plan.”
Ten minutes later, the guns still weren’t here and now Bill was even more pissed off than before. He got Y/N’s phone out of his pocket and called Steve again. “Commander, I told you to have the guns in ten minutes. Where are they?”
“The guns are almost here, just give me ten more minutes, please,” Steve pleaded. The rest of the team had now joined them and they were trying to come up with a plan. They had searched room after room in the warehouse, but they still hadn’t found Y/N. The only thing they’d found was Y/N’s gun.
“Hmmm, fine, but I’m going to stick to my promise. Y/N will be killed if I don’t get my guns,” Bill warned. He clicked off the safety of his gun and shot Y/N in the shoulder which made the breath leave their body out of shock. “The next one goes in their head,” he said before hanging up.
Steve felt like his heart had stopped when he heard the gun go off. He’d heard the shot echo throughout the halls, so now he had an idea of where Y/N was. He moved to start going towards the sound but was stopped by Danny grabbing his arm.
“Steve, what the hell are you doing?” Danny asked.
“I’m gonna kill that son of a bitch,” Steve fumed.
“Steve, you storm in there now and Bill will kill you and Y/N,” Chin said. “As hard as it is for us to not storm in there, we need to think about this and figure out a way to get in there and get Y/N out safely,” he added. He was just trying to reason with Steve.
“No. We need to save them. We can’t just let them die,” Steve told the team before racing off towards where he’d heard the sound. He couldn’t just let Y/N be killed. He didn’t care if he died rescuing them.
“We’re going with him,” Lou told the others. They all agreed and they followed Steve.
Steve raced through the corridor, going in the direction that he had heard the gunshot come from. After kicking down a couple of doors, he found the right room. Bill, another gang member, and Y/N were in there. Bill and the other gang member aimed their guns at him, but Steve shot them before they could shoot him.
Pain. All you felt was an awful, burning hot pain radiating from your right shoulder where Bill had shot you. You’d lost a lot of blood, but you stayed strong. You knew you needed to fight through the pain. You had tried to wriggle out of the zip ties that were keeping your hands bound. You almost had it when Steve burst into the room. You were overcome with joy and relief when you saw him. “Thank you.”
Steve quickly untied Y/N and assessed the wound. It was through and through which meant it would be easier to treat the wound. “Hey. I told you that I’d come for you. Let’s get you out of here, sweetheart,” he said with a sweet smile as he helped Y/N up. He put both hands either side of their shoulder to put pressure on their wound.
You noticed the others at the doorway looking at you with relieved smiles on their faces. “Good to see you guys too,” you smiled. Steve walked you outside and the others walked behind you. You were immediately led to an ambulance so you could be taken to hospital where your wound could be properly treated.
“I’m coming to the hospital with you,” Steve told Y/N. There was no way he was going to leave their side now. “You guys meet us there?” he asked the others.
“Sure thing, boss,” Kono replied, closing the ambulance door behind Y/N and Steve.
“You didn’t have to come with me,” you said. The paramedic was working on the wound to stop the bleeding until you got to the hospital. She’d had to cut your shirt where the wound was.
“Yes, I did, sweetheart. I should’ve acted quicker, I should have gotten those guns back. If I had done that, then you wouldn’t be sitting in this ambulance right now with a gunshot wound,” Steve replied, squeezing Y/N’s hand.
“It’s not your fault that he shot me, Steve,” you told him. “But I’m glad you came for me. Thank you,” you smiled, linking your fingers with his.
“I’ll always come for you,” Steve smiled back.
A few hours later, your wound had been treated and you had been given care instructions by the doctor. Steve hadn’t left your side the whole time you were getting patched up.
Now, you were having a meal and some drinks with the team. Steve had insisted on driving you. Once you got to the restaurant, you were pulled into gentle hugs by everyone, they were all very happy to see that you were okay.
Ever since you got shot, you had been thinking about your relationship with Steve. You thought it was about time the two of you had a chat.
“Hey, are you okay? You’ve been staring off into space like twenty minutes,” Kono whispered to Y/N who was sat looking at the ocean.
“Oh, uh, yeah, I’m fine,” you whispered back, looking at Kono with a little smile. She raised her eyebrow at you and you knew she didn’t believe you. You looked over at Steve, who was standing over by the balcony chatting to Danny, Chin, Lou, Jerry, Max, Adam, Duke, Kamekona, and Flippa, and then you looked back at Kono. You were sitting with her, Grace, Charlie, and Sara. “I just…what happened today, it’s got me thinking about me and Steve. I feel like we need to talk about what exactly is going on between us,” you confessed.
“Then go talk to him,” Kono said. “He wants this relationship just as much as you do. Go on, go talk to him. If you don’t do it now, then you might not do it at all,” she smiled.
“Yeah, you’re right, I have to do it now or I’m just going to talk myself out of it,” you agreed as you stood up. Kono and Grace gave you a big thumbs up and Sara and Charlie grinned at you as you started walking towards Steve.
Steve had been chatting and laughing with his friends when Y/N came over. “Hey, sweetheart,” he grinned. “Get bored of babysitting?” he joked as he gently and carefully draped his arm over their shoulders.
“Oh no, not at all, babysitting is a lot of fun,” you replied, wrapping your arm around Steve’s waist. “Sara even made us friendship bracelets,” you added, holding up your wrist to show off the white and blue band.
“Aww, how sweet. Do I get one?” Steve asked.
“She’s making us all one,” you smiled. “Steve, can we talk, please? In private?” you asked him rather shyly.
“Sure. Let’s go onto the beach,” Steve smiled.
“Ooh, they’re taking romantic strolls on the beach now,” Danny teased, earning eye rolls from Y/N and Steve while the others chuckled. He and the others then went back over to the seats to leave the pair alone. Obviously, they were going to watch Y/N and Steve to see if anything happened.
Steve sat down on the sand next to Y/N and looked at the moonlight reflecting on the surface of the water. “So, what did you want to talk about?” he asked curiously.
You took a deep, encouraging breath and looked at Steve, your eyes connecting with his. “I just. Steve, we both know we have feelings for each other and everyone else knows it too. We’re always flirting, but neither of us has ever made a move to start anything and we’re always talking around it. Can we just clear this up, please? What exactly is going on between us?”
Steve was shocked by Y/N’s sudden question. He hadn’t been expecting that at all. Truth be told, he had been thinking about this too. What was going on between them? “I. Y/N, I really really like you and I know that you know that I’ve just never done anything about it because I thought it might get in the way at work, but I do want to explore these feelings,” he said nervously. “How about dinner tomorrow night? We can start with that and go from there?” he suggested.
“That sounds perfect,” you agreed with a smile.
The two of you sat in a comfortable silence for a few minutes. You had your head on his shoulder and he was holding your hand. “We should probably head back to the others before one of them comes over and drags us back,” you joked.
“Yeah, maybe,” Steve chuckled. Y/N made a move to get up off the sand, but he gently tugged on their hand so they stayed where they were. He let out a nervous chuckle when he saw their raised eyebrow. “Um, one more thing before we go back,” he started. “There’s something that I’ve been wanting to do for a while now,” he said, turning so his whole body was facing Y/N. “I want to show you how much you mean to me because you deserve to be shown just how amazing you are. I’m not the kind of guy to just pour my heart out and I really don’t know why I’m doing this now but-” he was cut off by Y/N putting their finger on his lips.
“Steve, you’re rambling. Whatever it is you’re getting at, just say it or do it,” you said, removing your finger from his lips.
Steve nodded, Y/N was right, he should just go for it. So, he took that moment of bravery that he now had and leaned forward, pressing his lips to Y/N’s.
You were slightly taken aback by Steve’s kiss, but you were quick to respond. Steve cupped your cheek with his hand and you put your hand on top of his as you deepened the kiss slightly.
Steve pulled away from the kiss when they both needed to take a breath. He rested his forehead on theirs and smiled at them. “Okay, I can feel them all staring at us, we should get back over there.”
“Yeah, we should. I can already hear Danny’s comments,” you joked. You both got up off the sand and brushed the sand off your trousers before he took your hand in his and the two of you walked back to the others. They all had wide grins on their faces. “Alright, let’s hear it. We know you guys have things to say,” you joked as you and Steve sat down together.
“I wasn’t gonna say anything, were you guys gonna say anything?” Lou said, looking at the others. Everyone apart from Danny shook their heads.
“Well, looks like I’m gonna be the only one to comment on this,” Danny started. “I think I speak for all of us when I say it’s about time you two made a move on each other,” he grinned, the others chuckled.
“We’re happy for you guys,” Kono said with a smile.
“We really are,” Chin agreed.
“So, when’s your first date?” Kono asked.
“Tomorrow night,” Steve replied.
“Whoa, you move fast,” Lou joked, making everyone laugh.
The rest of the night was spent joking and laughing with the people who you considered ohana. Jokes were shared and they still teased you and Steve, but it was all in good fun. At least the two had finally done something about the feelings you had for each other. You were happy and it was obvious that Steve was too. You couldn’t wait to explore this relationship with him.
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