FIC: Have a Little Faith (8/8)
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stellarmeadowTitle: Have a Little Faith
Fandoms: Hawaii Five-0 and Profiler
Author: stellarmeadow
Pairing: Steve/Danny, Sam/John
Rating: R for language
Summary: How do you handle a threat against your partner when you're juggling work and a new relationship?
Notes: See Part 1 for extensive notes
Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7
The sun was just starting to filter into the bedroom when Steve woke. Danny's eyes were closed, but when Steve shifted, they opened, clear and beautiful. "Morning," Danny said, his voice husky and low, making Steve's arms tighten around him.
"Morning. You up for going in today?"
"Who do you think you're talking to?" Danny muttered, the words losing all their sting with his smirk. "I was shot; I'm not dead."
"Sorry. My mistake."
Danny nodded. "Just don't make it again," he said, ending on a yawn.
"How's the arm?" Steve asked.
"I'll live."
"I would hope so." Steve let his fingertips drift over the bandage, stained with a little red over the wound. "Kind of ironic, isn't it?" he asked, his gaze moving back to Danny's face.
Danny raised his eyebrows. "What?"
"You were so intent on protecting me, but you were the one who got hurt."
"I guess it just proves that we can't always protect each other," Danny said slowly.
Steve thought about that for a moment. "Doesn't mean we can't try."
"We always have each other's backs. That's about all we can do."
He felt the weight of Danny's stare, understood what Danny was really saying. "Well, we could try locking each other in interrogation, but I think we've established that won't work on me."
"I never said I couldn't break out of there," Danny said. "In fact, let's go, and I'll prove it to you." He stretched, then wrinkled his nose. "I think I could use a shower first, though."
"Me, too," Steve said.
"Of course," Danny said, his foot brushing up Steve's calf, "I might need some help, what with this arm and all."
Steve nodded solemnly, not a hint of a smile. "Of course. What kind of partner would I be if I let you go in there without back up, right?"
"Absolutely." Danny leaned in for a kiss. "In fact, I think you should back me up in the shower from now on."
"Anytime, babe. Just lead the way."
***
It was lunchtime by the time they finished up with statements and preliminary reports and all of the other initial post-case red tape. Sam knew that she and John would have time to finish the paperwork on the plane the next day, so she agreed readily when Steve asked them to join their team for lunch.
They went back to the Hilton Hawaiian Village, which she'd barely seen anything but the lobby of during their stay there, with the exception of dinner their first night. They had lunch outside, enjoying the relaxed camaraderie that only came from having gone through a case together. She'd rarely had a case with an outside team that didn't end in some level of it, and on the few occasions she'd worked with another unit more than once, it had always been as strong when they'd worked together again.
While she didn't wish danger on anyone from their team, she had to admit she wouldn't mind working another case with them again. And not just for the work--she was more than curious to see how Steve and Danny fared down the road.
Chin and Kono said their goodbyes after lunch, pleading a family event. Danny and Steve lingered over their beers before finally getting up. "I have to say," Steve said, giving John a look that left Sam puzzled, "the path over there," he waved a hand over John's shoulder, "is gorgeous. One might even say it's a romantic setting."
Danny nodded. "A great place to talk, too," he added, leaving Sam looking between the two of them, and John, who was turning a bit red.
Steve and Danny said goodbye, giving John a few more odd looks before walking off, the bill in Steve's hand at his insistence. "I guess we should probably go see what the fuss is about with this path," John said, not quite looking at her as he got up.
He reached out to take her hand and help her up, but kept her hand in his as they walked across the pool area to the path. They were right; it was beautiful and smelled wonderful, and Sam felt the most amazing sense of peace she'd had since they'd caught the case.
She stopped when John did, his hold on her hand keeping her close by his side. "Sam..." he said, and she turned to face him, their toes touching. His one hand was still holding hers, but the other was in his pocket, she noticed. "We've been together for a long time," he said carefully, "and I can't imagine ever loving anyone the way I love you."
Sam smiled, squeezing his hand. "Me, too," she said quietly, the fidgeting of his hand in his pocket catching her attention again. She looked down, noticing an odd shape there.
Oh. Oh.
She barely had time to process before he actually got down on one knee, pulling the box out of his pocket and opening it with one hand, the other still holding hers. "Then would you marry me?"
She blinked a few times before she realized she hadn't actually answered, as his brows started to draw together. "Yes! Of course!" She pulled him to his feet to give him a long kiss before wrapping her arms tightly around him, smiling as she blinked away tears.
He pulled back a little after a moment to take the ring out and put it on her finger, and she had no idea which one of their hands were shaking. Maybe both, but then it didn't matter, as the solitaire sparkled in the sun, disappearing from view when she pulled him in for another kiss.
This time when she pulled away, she smiled up at him. "I take it this is why Steve and Danny were acting so odd?"
"They might've given me a bit of a nudge, yeah," John admitted sheepishly. "But...I mean, I've been waiting for the right time, and when we caught a case here...it seemed like fate."
"You didn't have to wait for the perfect setting, you know."
"Yeah, but admit it, it makes a much better story."
She laughed. "Maybe if we leave out the part about the serial killer."
"There is that." He sobered a little. "You're sure you want to say yes? It's not just the setting?"
"I'd have married you if you'd asked me at the bottom of a coal mine," she said, pulling him close again. "Does that answer your question?"
He nodded, leaning in for one more kiss. "I was thinking," he said, holding her close, "what do you think about Hawaii for a honeymoon?"
"As long as you promise me no murderers to chase down, I accept."
"I'll see what I can do."
---
END
Fandoms: Hawaii Five-0 and Profiler
Author: stellarmeadow
Pairing: Steve/Danny, Sam/John
Rating: R for language
Summary: How do you handle a threat against your partner when you're juggling work and a new relationship?
Notes: See Part 1 for extensive notes
Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7
The sun was just starting to filter into the bedroom when Steve woke. Danny's eyes were closed, but when Steve shifted, they opened, clear and beautiful. "Morning," Danny said, his voice husky and low, making Steve's arms tighten around him.
"Morning. You up for going in today?"
"Who do you think you're talking to?" Danny muttered, the words losing all their sting with his smirk. "I was shot; I'm not dead."
"Sorry. My mistake."
Danny nodded. "Just don't make it again," he said, ending on a yawn.
"How's the arm?" Steve asked.
"I'll live."
"I would hope so." Steve let his fingertips drift over the bandage, stained with a little red over the wound. "Kind of ironic, isn't it?" he asked, his gaze moving back to Danny's face.
Danny raised his eyebrows. "What?"
"You were so intent on protecting me, but you were the one who got hurt."
"I guess it just proves that we can't always protect each other," Danny said slowly.
Steve thought about that for a moment. "Doesn't mean we can't try."
"We always have each other's backs. That's about all we can do."
He felt the weight of Danny's stare, understood what Danny was really saying. "Well, we could try locking each other in interrogation, but I think we've established that won't work on me."
"I never said I couldn't break out of there," Danny said. "In fact, let's go, and I'll prove it to you." He stretched, then wrinkled his nose. "I think I could use a shower first, though."
"Me, too," Steve said.
"Of course," Danny said, his foot brushing up Steve's calf, "I might need some help, what with this arm and all."
Steve nodded solemnly, not a hint of a smile. "Of course. What kind of partner would I be if I let you go in there without back up, right?"
"Absolutely." Danny leaned in for a kiss. "In fact, I think you should back me up in the shower from now on."
"Anytime, babe. Just lead the way."
***
It was lunchtime by the time they finished up with statements and preliminary reports and all of the other initial post-case red tape. Sam knew that she and John would have time to finish the paperwork on the plane the next day, so she agreed readily when Steve asked them to join their team for lunch.
They went back to the Hilton Hawaiian Village, which she'd barely seen anything but the lobby of during their stay there, with the exception of dinner their first night. They had lunch outside, enjoying the relaxed camaraderie that only came from having gone through a case together. She'd rarely had a case with an outside team that didn't end in some level of it, and on the few occasions she'd worked with another unit more than once, it had always been as strong when they'd worked together again.
While she didn't wish danger on anyone from their team, she had to admit she wouldn't mind working another case with them again. And not just for the work--she was more than curious to see how Steve and Danny fared down the road.
Chin and Kono said their goodbyes after lunch, pleading a family event. Danny and Steve lingered over their beers before finally getting up. "I have to say," Steve said, giving John a look that left Sam puzzled, "the path over there," he waved a hand over John's shoulder, "is gorgeous. One might even say it's a romantic setting."
Danny nodded. "A great place to talk, too," he added, leaving Sam looking between the two of them, and John, who was turning a bit red.
Steve and Danny said goodbye, giving John a few more odd looks before walking off, the bill in Steve's hand at his insistence. "I guess we should probably go see what the fuss is about with this path," John said, not quite looking at her as he got up.
He reached out to take her hand and help her up, but kept her hand in his as they walked across the pool area to the path. They were right; it was beautiful and smelled wonderful, and Sam felt the most amazing sense of peace she'd had since they'd caught the case.
She stopped when John did, his hold on her hand keeping her close by his side. "Sam..." he said, and she turned to face him, their toes touching. His one hand was still holding hers, but the other was in his pocket, she noticed. "We've been together for a long time," he said carefully, "and I can't imagine ever loving anyone the way I love you."
Sam smiled, squeezing his hand. "Me, too," she said quietly, the fidgeting of his hand in his pocket catching her attention again. She looked down, noticing an odd shape there.
Oh. Oh.
She barely had time to process before he actually got down on one knee, pulling the box out of his pocket and opening it with one hand, the other still holding hers. "Then would you marry me?"
She blinked a few times before she realized she hadn't actually answered, as his brows started to draw together. "Yes! Of course!" She pulled him to his feet to give him a long kiss before wrapping her arms tightly around him, smiling as she blinked away tears.
He pulled back a little after a moment to take the ring out and put it on her finger, and she had no idea which one of their hands were shaking. Maybe both, but then it didn't matter, as the solitaire sparkled in the sun, disappearing from view when she pulled him in for another kiss.
This time when she pulled away, she smiled up at him. "I take it this is why Steve and Danny were acting so odd?"
"They might've given me a bit of a nudge, yeah," John admitted sheepishly. "But...I mean, I've been waiting for the right time, and when we caught a case here...it seemed like fate."
"You didn't have to wait for the perfect setting, you know."
"Yeah, but admit it, it makes a much better story."
She laughed. "Maybe if we leave out the part about the serial killer."
"There is that." He sobered a little. "You're sure you want to say yes? It's not just the setting?"
"I'd have married you if you'd asked me at the bottom of a coal mine," she said, pulling him close again. "Does that answer your question?"
He nodded, leaning in for one more kiss. "I was thinking," he said, holding her close, "what do you think about Hawaii for a honeymoon?"
"As long as you promise me no murderers to chase down, I accept."
"I'll see what I can do."
---
END
