Title – A Touch Of Exhaustion To Send You To Sleep
Author – Moonbeam
Summary – Five times Danny and Steve didn't sleep in their beds and one time they did.
Spoilers – Direct spoilers for (1)s02e09 – Ike Maka (Identity), (2)s02e10 – Ki'ilua (Deceiver), (3&4)s02e12 – Alaheo Pau'ole (Gone Forever), (5 and +1) Spoilerless.
Rating – Mature (R)
Disclaimer – I don't own anything, just a poor relief teacher/uni student. But oh the fun that could be had if I did.
Author's Notes – I was watching s02e09 when they were arguing about the TV and I just wanted to climb into the TV and bash their heads together…this was going to be just a little PWP piece where they shagged and then they could both sleep. It is not that now. I am such a hopelessly romantic sap. I know Steve came up with a solution, so cute because he didn't want Danny to go (this is my reasoning leave it alone) but I have my own and then it morphed and now it's a 5+1 with the whole gang and enough fluff to make a world of cotton candy.

A Touch Of Exhaustion To Send You To Sleep
by Moonbeam

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The TV was on again, Steve was going to kill Danny. He was sure eventually Grace would forgive him.

He got out of bed and tugged a top over his head stomping down the stairs and throwing the heaviest book he could find down onto Danny's stomach.

"Ow! What the hell?"

"That is a book on torture techniques through the ages."

Danny threw the blanket off his head. "What?"

"I am going to start on page one and keep going until I decide you have been suitably punished."

"It's just a TV, I turned it down." Danny said gesturing at the TV which was in fact quieter.

"I can hear it."

"Earplugs?"

Steve wanted to throttle him. He had never really honestly been so mad he could someone who wasn't a criminal. Hesse and Wo Fat were different they had hurt family and anyone who hurt family deserved to be shot, but Steve felt himself clenching his fists tightly to keep the overwhelming urge to take a swing in check. Why was it that the only person able to get under Steve's skin was a Jersey cop who didn't know how to leave anything alone?

Danny was watching him carefully and sat up the sheet dropping to reveal his bare chest. "Okay, calm down Steve, you're right."

"I know I'm right, you inconsiderate haole."

Danny relaxed back against the couch when Steve's fists unclenched and he threw himself down onto the other chair pulling his legs up and closing his eyes. They probably wouldn't get a call this time to end the argument. Honestly, Steve was surprised he couldn't force himself to sleep; normally he could sleep through anything. Part of the training but something about the television this time, with Danny watching it, kept him up and it was ruining his ability to keep himself from doing or saying something stupid.

"There must be something you can do to get to sleep. Surely you can't sleep with the television on when Gracie is over."

"When Grace is over, I listen to her breathing and moving around which is enough to keep my mind off the ocean and the quiet." Danny paused to glare at Steve. "Do not say a damned thing."

Steve couldn't hold down the smile at how sweet was Danny when it came to anything that involved Grace; it was a shame the man only had one child. All of the anger seeped out of his body leaving him tired so he allowed his head to drop back against the chair.

The next thing he knew it was morning and the sun was out, he looked over and Danny was snoring quietly no other sound in the room but the ocean. Steve thought about his morning swim but didn't want to disturb Danny so he closed his eyes again and fell asleep.

TBC...