“I never said you were! What I said was, and I believe we’ve had this discussion before, what I said was,” and Danny jabs Steve’s chest with his finger, “that it is not acceptable to dangle a suspect out of a fifth-floor window. Under any circumstances, you understand me? I thought we’d got this clear, I thought I’d finally managed to drill it into your Neanderthal brain that dangling a suspect out off of any sort of roof or out of any sort of window more than one storey above the ground is not acceptable police procedure. But please, tell me I’m wrong, tell me I hadn’t made myself crystal clear the last time this happened?”
Steve shuts up under the onslaught, because Danny’s voice is starting to hit the higher registers, and Steve’s learnt that that’s the time to just let Danny run. Besides, although he’d die before admitting it, he enjoys the show. He finds Danny in full rant mode disturbingly hot, can’t help but wonder what it would be like if all that tension and fire and passion were directed at a different focus altogether, appreciates in a totally visceral way the flush that Danny’s skin takes on when he really lets rip. Knows he’s damned for feeling that way, that it’s not the way he should be feeling about his partner. Not acceptable police procedure at all, as Danny would undoubtedly remind him forcibly and with considerable physical violence if he ever acted on his feelings.
The finger jabs him again. “Are you even listening to me, McGarrett? Hey, up there in the stratosphere, you hearing this?”
And Steve rolls his eyes and plays along, because Danny's expecting push back, expecting to be called on this, expecting resistance, and if he gets it he'll be good for another full ten minutes...
That's entertainment...
That's entertainment...
“I was not going to kill him!”
“I never said you were! What I said was, and I believe we’ve had this discussion before, what I said was,” and Danny jabs Steve’s chest with his finger, “that it is not acceptable to dangle a suspect out of a fifth-floor window. Under any circumstances, you understand me? I thought we’d got this clear, I thought I’d finally managed to drill it into your Neanderthal brain that dangling a suspect out off of any sort of roof or out of any sort of window more than one storey above the ground is not acceptable police procedure. But please, tell me I’m wrong, tell me I hadn’t made myself crystal clear the last time this happened?”
Steve shuts up under the onslaught, because Danny’s voice is starting to hit the higher registers, and Steve’s learnt that that’s the time to just let Danny run. Besides, although he’d die before admitting it, he enjoys the show. He finds Danny in full rant mode disturbingly hot, can’t help but wonder what it would be like if all that tension and fire and passion were directed at a different focus altogether, appreciates in a totally visceral way the flush that Danny’s skin takes on when he really lets rip. Knows he’s damned for feeling that way, that it’s not the way he should be feeling about his partner. Not acceptable police procedure at all, as Danny would undoubtedly remind him forcibly and with considerable physical violence if he ever acted on his feelings.
The finger jabs him again. “Are you even listening to me, McGarrett? Hey, up there in the stratosphere, you hearing this?”
And Steve rolls his eyes and plays along, because Danny's expecting push back, expecting to be called on this, expecting resistance, and if he gets it he'll be good for another full ten minutes...