So I was lurking here because this is awesome, and then someone mentions stuck-in-a-closet!cliche and I don't really write, but I just wrote 1000 words of Danny and Steve in a closet? Because it needed to be done. So even if it's not good, I. I will just leave it here. Uh. Yes. ____________________________________________________________________________
"I can not believe, I mean really not believe, that this is what my life is like now. Because what is this? What the fuck is this? This, THIS is your latest brilliance? Let me tell you, McGarrett, my old dog had better ideas than this! 'We can hide in the closet,' you say--"
To be fair, he had never said "We can hide in the closet." He had more manhandled the two of them in here in a desperate move to not be seen by the crazed gunman. Pointing this out would, however, probably only make Danny angrier. But tuning out Danny Williams is a kind of art form, and Steve is getting rather good at it. There is, after all, a task at hand. Namely, getting out of the closet that oh-so-conveniently locked behind them. What kind of a person makes a closet that locks, anyway?
There's not a keyhole on this side, so no picking the lock from here. No breaking down the door, since it's thick oak and there's no room. Usually at this point he would just shoot the door, but that's why they were hiding in here rather than getting in intense firefights anyway. Some asshole had taken there pieces at the door of the mansion. Apparently they have some 'no guns' policy, but they clearly did a really bad job of enforcing on pretty much anyone who was NOT cop.
Some mansion. He can't even get cell reception in here. How long until Kono and Chin or HPD find them? Will they even think to look in random closets? You don't really go around expecting closets to lock in your boss. Shit.
He does shove a hanger under the door, so it at least makes it obvious even if Danny's nonstop ranting in some way overlooked.
He wonders if he could rig an explosive out of the lighter in his pocket and his shoes. It might be worth it to try just to see Danny make that face. The one that says "McGarrett, what the fuck are you even". Not that Danny doesn't verbally express his displeasure, too. Christ, is he still talking? Of course he is.
"--don't expect to get wrangled into tiny closets with my stoiclly quiet partner, are you even listening? God, I bet you aren't even LISTENING to me--" There are times Steve really wants to send Rachel some sort of card or gift basket or something, because the woman put up with this for ten years. And that really takes an amount of patience that he can't imagine possessing.
Maybe she's secretly deaf?
Danny has started waving a hand in his face and saying his name over and over like he is Danny's old dog and has just failed to do a trick he's been carefully trained for.
"If you're just trying to get my attention in order to keep ranting, Danny, it's not going to work. I will continue not listening."
"Actually, Steve," Steve notices this is the same tone of voice in which he says Rachel. God. "I was wondering what that switch behind you is."
At this point, Danny wriggles a hand behind Steve to find...yes, a light switch.
It being light in the closet does not actually help in anyway. It merely brings to Steve attention--well, not that he could really forget--that he is currently all up in the personal space of an attractive, angry, disheveled man.
Not that Danny was any angrier than usual at the moment, but 'angry' was just a necessary word for any description of Danny.
what kind of a closet locks? 1/2
and I don't really write, but I just wrote 1000 words of Danny and Steve in a closet? Because it needed to be done. So even if it's not good, I. I will just leave it here. Uh. Yes.
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"I can not believe, I mean really not believe, that this is what my life is like now. Because what is this? What the fuck is this? This, THIS is your latest brilliance? Let me tell you, McGarrett, my old dog had better ideas than this! 'We can hide in the closet,' you say--"
To be fair, he had never said "We can hide in the closet." He had more manhandled the two of them in here in a desperate move to not be seen by the crazed gunman. Pointing this out would, however, probably only make Danny angrier. But tuning out Danny Williams is a kind of art form, and Steve is getting rather good at it. There is, after all, a task at hand. Namely, getting out of the closet that oh-so-conveniently locked behind them. What kind of a person makes a closet that locks, anyway?
There's not a keyhole on this side, so no picking the lock from here. No breaking down the door, since it's thick oak and there's no room. Usually at this point he would just shoot the door, but that's why they were hiding in here rather than getting in intense firefights anyway. Some asshole had taken there pieces at the door of the mansion. Apparently they have some 'no guns' policy, but they clearly did a really bad job of enforcing on pretty much anyone who was NOT cop.
Some mansion. He can't even get cell reception in here. How long until Kono and Chin or HPD find them? Will they even think to look in random closets? You don't really go around expecting closets to lock in your boss. Shit.
He does shove a hanger under the door, so it at least makes it obvious even if Danny's nonstop ranting in some way overlooked.
He wonders if he could rig an explosive out of the lighter in his pocket and his shoes. It might be worth it to try just to see Danny make that face. The one that says "McGarrett, what the fuck are you even". Not that Danny doesn't verbally express his displeasure, too. Christ, is he still talking? Of course he is.
"--don't expect to get wrangled into tiny closets with my stoiclly quiet partner, are you even listening? God, I bet you aren't even LISTENING to me--"
There are times Steve really wants to send Rachel some sort of card or gift basket or something, because the woman put up with this for ten years. And that really takes an amount of patience that he can't imagine possessing.
Maybe she's secretly deaf?
Danny has started waving a hand in his face and saying his name over and over like he is Danny's old dog and has just failed to do a trick he's been carefully trained for.
"If you're just trying to get my attention in order to keep ranting, Danny, it's not going to work. I will continue not listening."
"Actually, Steve," Steve notices this is the same tone of voice in which he says Rachel. God. "I was wondering what that switch behind you is."
At this point, Danny wriggles a hand behind Steve to find...yes, a light switch.
It being light in the closet does not actually help in anyway. It merely brings to Steve attention--well, not that he could really forget--that he is currently all up in the personal space of an attractive, angry, disheveled man.
Not that Danny was any angrier than usual at the moment, but 'angry' was just a necessary word for any description of Danny.