Hawaii, as far as Danny’s concerned, is weird central. Case in point being that Chin has just been placed on “extended medical leave” because no-one on the team wants the wrong people to find out he’s been knocked up by ‘friendly’ fairies, of the literal kind. Five-0 prevented a gang of drug smugglers from destroying their favorite section of forest, and this is how they chose to show their appreciation. Apparently they sensed Chin’s loneliness or something, but what Danny would like to know is: what the fuck? And also: what the hell would an unfriendly fairy have done?
Chin seems to be taking it well, although that could have something to do with the fact that Malia’s swept in and taken charge ever since he decided that no, he didn’t want the fairies (menehune, whatever) to perform a take-back.
Which, hey, good for Chin, but it’s making Danny’s life a daily torture. Because Steve, as always, is Steve, and apparently he figures anything Chin can do he can do better. Or something. Danny stopped listening to his logic a week ago
“I’m just saying, and I’m gonna keep saying it no matter how many times we have this little tête-à-tête: bad idea.”
“And I’m just saying I think you’re projecting.”
“Projecting? Projecting what, that I think you’re crazy enough as it is? That is not projecting, my friend, that is the god’s-honest truth.”
“Just because you couldn’t handle it doesn’t mean…”
“Hello, excuse me? Who here already has a kid, huh? Oh right: that would be me. I could handle it, thank you very much, but I choose not to. I already have Grace, and I figure I got lucky in the kid department. Why would I want to mess with that? Also, who’s supposed to keep things together around here if I’m knocked up?”
“So you agree, I’d be better at it,” Steve says, grinning triumphantly.
“No, I do not agree. I think you would suck.”
“Want to bet?”
Danny rolls his eyes, and then Kono walks in and suggests going out for drinks, and it seems like the whole thing is forgotten. Right up until about three weeks later, when Danny wanders into Steve’s house and finds him curled up on the bathroom floor, looking like death.
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Chin seems to be taking it well, although that could have something to do with the fact that Malia’s swept in and taken charge ever since he decided that no, he didn’t want the fairies (menehune, whatever) to perform a take-back.
Which, hey, good for Chin, but it’s making Danny’s life a daily torture. Because Steve, as always, is Steve, and apparently he figures anything Chin can do he can do better. Or something. Danny stopped listening to his logic a week ago
“I’m just saying, and I’m gonna keep saying it no matter how many times we have this little tête-à-tête: bad idea.”
“And I’m just saying I think you’re projecting.”
“Projecting? Projecting what, that I think you’re crazy enough as it is? That is not projecting, my friend, that is the god’s-honest truth.”
“Just because you couldn’t handle it doesn’t mean…”
“Hello, excuse me? Who here already has a kid, huh? Oh right: that would be me. I could handle it, thank you very much, but I choose not to. I already have Grace, and I figure I got lucky in the kid department. Why would I want to mess with that? Also, who’s supposed to keep things together around here if I’m knocked up?”
“So you agree, I’d be better at it,” Steve says, grinning triumphantly.
“No, I do not agree. I think you would suck.”
“Want to bet?”
Danny rolls his eyes, and then Kono walks in and suggests going out for drinks, and it seems like the whole thing is forgotten. Right up until about three weeks later, when Danny wanders into Steve’s house and finds him curled up on the bathroom floor, looking like death.
“Steven, what did you do?”