Yeah, it was mind-blowing, over-the-top, hitting a poor unsuspecting girl right between the eyes brand of crazy. It was sweet, heart-stirring and she probably would never stop thinking about his whole 'deal' for as long as she lived. It was also true, real and what made her heart beat as fast as when she would orgasm that Danny Williams, the hard-boiled, soft-hearted transplant from New Jersey wanted her to be his wife.

And she was going to be! Without a sliver of hesitation she had agreed, no looking back. Sudden was good; she liked sudden. His proposal had all the smack-worthy wallop of an insane wipeout wave. Kono clung to Danny with her arms wreathed around his neck. She couldn't stop kissing him wherever her doting lips landed. "Where are you going? You don't have to go anywhere, you know. We're engaged. It's okay if we…you know. Jump straight to the honeymoon. It'll be…" With mischief dripping from her eyes, she chuckled while making a grab for his midsection. Her hand began dipping lower. "C-G-F bidniss. Straight up!" She couldn't stop herself from winking at him saucily. "Want you now!"

On the verge of erupting like Vesuvius, with sweat on his brow, Danny winked back, apprehending her hand before it hit its mark. Her eruption was well underway. His words came out all breathy, his voice strained. "You're not making it easy. All so incredibly hard."

She answered him with a silken, feral growl. "That's my idea, brah."

Danny, jammed up against the door jamb had no idea Kono was this volatile when it came to this. What a bountiful surprise. Still and all, with her hands flush with his chest, her medium length nails digging into the fabric of his shirt, he tried putting her off.

"Babe, Ko—whoa—wait!"

She was, for all intents and purposes, mauling him with ardent abandon. She showed no signs of stopping.

"For what?" Kono laughed, sounding evil. Her active arms were doing their darndest to grapple with Danny's desire to dissuade her from jumping his bones, practically on the spot. She prevented him from pulling away as she became more insistent. With a sigh, she challenged "What's the problem?"

"Uh…nothing, nothing…m-much."

"What's the matter?"

"Uh, hmmm, well uh…see…"

"Don't you want me?" Kono shot him a scalding scowl. "It was you who just asked me to marry you, or was that your body double?"

"Nah, nah—yeah. Hell yeah. Course it was me," Danny said, trying to sound disarming along with charming.

His intended looked pissed. "Then what's with you?" She began her second campaign to strip him as fast as she humanly could.

While Danny wrestled with her, playfully, trapping her hands, he tried taking her edge off, not her clothes, as she was consummately intent on divesting him of his. "Can we talk about this?"

"Talk? You want to talk? I want to 'infiltrate' you till you're senseless."

"Cute. What a classy way of sayin' you wanna boff me till I'm mindless and I can't see straight." His chuckle was deep and effortless. "Peachy."

"You sound like there's something wrong with that." Looking aggressive, Kono nodded, pinching at his manly buds beneath his fancy dress shirt. He wore the tux he had worn to Grace's dance to perfection. He looked so hot. Since the proposal had been made, and Danny was acting as if this was the first time he had ever 'cha-chaed,' his modesty, if that was what it truly was, was driving her to distraction. "Is there? You don't sound like you're into it, Danny. What's up with that?"

She no longer had him pinned against her front door.

"No, no—now come on. Don't—don't do that," he implored, rushing to gather her into his arms, the ones she had forsaken as the onslaught of tears her eyes were filled with began spilling.

Confusion and upset had caused her to shed those tears. "Why, Danny? Why aren't we in there…" She canted her head at her bedroom." Owing to her take-charge mien, she wasn't hesitate about tugging on his hand.

Instead of answering her right away, or allowing Kono to lead him off to her charming lair, persuasively, he coaxed her into walking with him to the couch. She wasn't for it at first, but when he whispered that he really needed to talk about this with her, she relented.

He made her wonder. What was going on in that laser-brained mind of his? Why was he acting like a man who was unsure of himself in the bedroom when he threw off the impression that he was anything but?

Settling herself, Kono invited, "Okay, talk." She blotted the streaks of moisture on her cheeks with the heels of her hands.

Finding the circumstance a mite ticklish, Danny grinned while sticking his finger at the back of his collar and running his finger along its inside. "You know I love you." His facial expression was an amalgam of elation and guardedness. "Right?" He couldn't help but think that maybe he was being a little selfish. He wasn't thinking in terms of imposing his will on her. He just thought that maybe she would be on the same page after he spoke what was on his mind. It was important to him. Would he be capable of making it be that way to her too?

When he cleared his throat and once she had nodded, she studied his face, gleaning what she could from it. "Danny…" Kono's brow wrinkled. "Are you having second thoughts?"

Jolted, by her probable assumption that his quietness meant he was sorry he had popped the question, Danny burst out, "No—no! Hell no!"

"Then, what?"

"Would you be totally, royally pissed if we waited to 'get busy' until after we're legally married?" Danny looked as though he had just run the mile in under three minutes, which some days he would have sworn he had while chasing some perp making like a jackrabbit. The fastest the mile had been run to date, was 3:43.13 by Mr. Hicham El Guerrouj of Morocco.

"Is that all? You want to wait?" Kono exclaimed, meeting his qualmish demeanor head on with her warm smile. She cupped his hands with her own and Danny brought her hands to his lips to kiss them. "Make the honeymoon the first time?"

That particular word was a loaded one for Danny. Rachel's and his hadn't been the culminating experience of a lifetime. She had tried not to complain, but it seemed as though everything he did on theirs had annoyed her. It had gotten to the point that her constant nitpicking had driven him to spend more time off on his own than with her.

"Too uncool for ya?" he said, sounding as if he made light of what he really wanted. "A tight, together, intelligent and beautiful lady, who solidly kicks ass, like yourself." Danny rolled his eyes meaningfully; he aimed to tease. He hoped that, somehow, he might win her over to his side with his boyish charisma. He wasn't being a prude, not by anyone's stretch of the imagination. Barely out of his teens, he had lost his virginity. Kono's had never been up for discussion although she had made no secret of her having been intimate with Adam and, before him, her surfing mentor, the 'bitter pill,' who had let her down on so many levels. Kono wasn't fast and loose, but she'd had her share of lovers' trysts as she imagined Danny had had his own.

Kono just looked at him, enthralled, feeling a wealth of tender, soul-rendering, inexplicable things for this paradoxical man, who wanted her all to himself. He, the entire situation she found herself in, was beyond swoon-worthy.

"So, you don't want to sleep with me tonight."

Danny chortled. "You're forgetting that we already did that."

Kono shook her head, looking firm. "Uh, no, I didn't. It was the best sleep I'd had in a long while. You're better than a comforter. The blanket, I mean."

"I knew that." He fell silent for a moment, remembering how special it had felt lying next to her in the tropical darkness, listening to her breathe in and out, hearing the soft sounds she made when she had finally drifted off. "I want to sleep with you every night. Just not tonight for the extracurricular activity. I'd like our first time to be when we're…we're…uh—"

"Husband and wife." Kono melded into the intensity that beamed from his eyes.

"Wife and proud, happy husband." Danny gazed deeply into her eyes, looking all descriptions of devoted, coupled with solicitous. "Call me archaic if ya need to, but is what I'm asking work for you?"

She was a sucker for the puppy dog eloquence of his eyes.

"Here's a clue, brah—" And with that, Kono charged him on the couch, with all the impetus of Kobe Bryant driving to the hoop, until she had her betrothed right where she wanted him.

Having her pin him against her couch felt a lot better than being nailed to the side of her door, Danny thought, as Kono plied him with her feminine magnetism. If she was this good on a couch, he nearly passed out thinking what she was going to be like in bed, riding him like the wind.

Danny's smiling so hard hurt his face. Kono had a surefire way of chasing the hurt away. She cuddled with him until he forgot what hurt was.

About two weeks later, following the case involving the murdered 17-year old hacker, Zack Slater, having been closed, Chin and Steve were engrossed in an animated conversation over the Surface table. Both thought they had made good points about running point in the most efficient fashion. Kono, overhearing them go at it just had her smiling to herself as she coasted by on her way to her office. Noticing that Danny hadn't come in yet took some of the starch out of her good mood. She was still pretty banged up, but the shellacking she gave that scummy South African mercenary leader had her nursing her wounds with pride. His moves had been deft, but she had been more than the match for the amoral likes of him.

Steve had had his hands full with Danny, who had wanted to shoot the goon for having taken his wife-to-be hostage and then had had the gall to abuse her right before his eyes in the Slaters' house. The bruises Kono had received at that man's hands had been like waving a red cape in front of a bull, whose heart was set on goring every and all comers that got in its way. Danny had only seen red.

To date, neither Chin nor Steve knew about the couple's plans, which they had mutually decided to keep under wraps, although Kono favored it more. She wanted the big announcement to come at the dinner party she planned on having sometime in the near future. She and Danny figured on marrying in a month's time and the days for the nuptials were dwindling. A fine organizer she was; not one invitation for the dinner, let alone the wedding, had been sent out.

Kono looked up from her desk, absorbed as she had gotten in overdue paperwork, to realize that Danny was standing smack in front of her paper-laden desk. He was quieter than a mouse when he wanted to be.

"Hi, honey, I'm home."

"Yeah, me too," Kono agreed, wondering what his Cheshire cat facial expression was about. When he rocked back and forth on the balls of his feet, it definitely meant he had one huge cat to let out of its bag. "Uh…did you want something?"

While he nodded, he said, "Yup. Several minutes of your time."

"Oh? What for?"

"I wanted to wait, but I can't. You need this now." He went to the door of her glass enclosed office to close it and when he faced back around to Kono, she spied the elegant velvety black box he held in his right hand. "Wanna guess what I got?"

Kono surrendered her chair in a flash to stand at Danny's side. "Is that, that? My—" She gasped as though all the air had been sucked out of her ergonomically correct office. "Rin—"

Danny actually giggled, all full of spice. Already out of the box and with Danny's slipping its slim band sporting its sizeable rock onto her third finger left hand, the gorgeous symbol of his love fit perfectly.

"Like it?" he cooed.

"D-a-Danny! This is too—how much did this set you back?" Kono fairly squealed, and everyone knew she wasn't a squealing kind of girl. But this was her engagement ring and it was a humdinger. One sizeable heart-shaped diamond set off by four smaller ones in an eye-catching setting. Kono was gasping all over the place. During one of those gasps, Danny gathered her into his arms, locking her up in them.

"I wish the rock was bigger."

"It's the biggest one I've ever seen," Kono assured, laughing and weeping at the same time.

Within his arms, it was the best type of lockdown she could possibly want and she could not stop telling him how he should not have spent so much after he told her what the ring cost. They hugged and kissed until the two men who had been lost in their own business came to stick their noses into that of the engaged ones.

"Hey! Yo! What goes on here?" Steve demanded.

Chin Ho looked flabbergasted, utterly fit to be tied. What in all of this tropical paradise did Danny think he was doing with Kono? It was plain that the diminutive blond man was making out with his cousin like crazy. On municipal property no less.

"Yeah! What goes on here?" he slammed, blistering. From day one when he had caught Danny ogling Kono in her barely there bikini, he knew the wisecracking rascal was trouble. He had nothing against the man personally. Danny was the man you wanted having your back. Kono and Danny...Danny and Kono, he thought over and over in sheer amazement. He equated their linkage with being like day and night. "Williams, you've got one second to stop groping my cuz. Then I come out swinging." As Chin thought about it some more, it began making weird sense. The way Kono's eyes would light up when the subject of Danny came up. "No prisoners taken, brah!" That last word Chin had bitten off and spewed out as though it left a bad taste in his mouth.

"No, Chin, it's okay." Kono was grinning from ear to ear as she dangled her ring finger at the rest of the team. "We're engaged!"

"What-the-hell!" Steve and Chin chorused, looking as though Governor Denning had just ordered Five-0's disbandment.

"We kid you not," Danny piped up. "It's official. We're getting hitched!"

With that triumphant announcement tolling in their ears, Chin and Steve looked doubly dismayed as they stood like statues watching the happy couple revel in their rekindled ardent display of public affection.

TBC...