Disclaimer: I do not own Hawaii Five-0 or any of its characters. Everything you recognize doesn't belong to me.

A/N: It's longer than I have expected, and I had other ending on my mind when I came up with this. It turned out to be quite different, and I'm really surprised with this. Weird. I suspect, a bit OOC, too.

Well... hope you'll like it, even if it's a bit messy.

Please tell me what you think. Maybe I'll find the right way to end it...


The fact is that she's young and inexperienced, so when he shows up out of the blue one day, and offers her a place on his team, it's probably the best compliment she had ever got. She can't believe her luck, finding herself working in the prestigious position, with her cousin, no less, right by her side. She is so overwhelmed by the strange chain of events, she secretly keeps waiting for him to realize what a stupid mistake he had done, and kick her off the team.

She is working her butt off, trying to prove her worth. She spends so many hours near the computer, Danny makes a joke about her being an integral part of the office furniture. She grills Chin about every little detail she can think of, forcing him to go over each and every case, and do a backwards analysis to find mistakes and room for improvements. He is the most patient man in the history of the universe, because he manages to play along with her constant nagging, without saying no, once.

()()()

She spends her weekends in the shooting range, trying to improve her aim. She was first in her class in long distance shooting, and had quite an impressive record in medium range as well, but after seven weeks, when she finally manages to cross the 95% percent barrier for 600 feet, it's the first time she feels even half way satisfied.

When she shoots a kidnapper from across the street, with a single shot to the head, practically saving the victims life, and doing it while Steve is in the middle of breaching in, she sees for the first time the impression she makes on him. His satisfied nod, and the way he says to her "nice shooting", make her beam with happiness, and blush like a schoolgirl.

()()()

Her major strength is probably with the undercover work she is able to pull off. She is actually more surprised at this than anyone. She was always a terrible liar, and way too embarrassed and self conscious to think she will be any good at it, so when Chin comes out with the idea for the first job, she thinks he must be out of his mind. He should know her well enough to realize she is not cut out for this shit, but he insists, and Steve is looking at her with big blue eyes, trying to figure out what she's made off, so she takes the challenge head-on. She makes an amazing performance then, fooling their target, and impressing her teammates with her ability to improvise under stressful and volatile circumstances. When the bullets start whistling in the air, and Steve is pulling her out, looking overwhelmed with her unexpected resilience, her natural talent in this, becomes the consensus.

She finds herself pushed towards similar jobs from then on, and some of the outfits they have her wear are no less than obscene. She can only thank her lucky stars that her mother is not there to see her. She's good and it, and she's brave, and she brings back results, and quite a few arrests, but she really fucking hates it.

()()()

...

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There are lines in the sand you simply don't cross. He remembers his CO telling him this, after punishing him for fighting with his teammate on basic training. He got a full lecture then, about respect, comradeship, responsibility and honor, but he was so tired after being forced to run ten miles in the sand in full gear, so maybe this is why the speech was not fully registered. At least that's one of the explanations he can give himself for his current misconduct.

()()()

He should know things will go wrong, the minute Chin introduces her, and she turns out to be a young beautiful girl instead of the big Hawaiian man he was expecting. The fact that she's young and inexperienced, should push him to decline the older man's idea, and to look for another solution, but her sweet and eager enthusiasm, as well as his automatic trust in his father's old partner tells him she might actually be the right choice. He can feel it instinctively, when he looks at her smiling face. He wonders now, the right choice for what?

She is working her butt off, learning everything there is to learn about the computer system, quickly becoming the best in handling the complicated equipment. She spends hours and hours learning every detail and analyzing every case repeatedly, becoming an expert in police procedure as well. He hates to admit it, but he never has the patience to study all these tedious details, and she's actually becoming better than him, after only few weeks. It's lucky he doesn't really follow procedures, as a principle.

()()()

When he goes one Saturday to check out the HPD shooting range, he finds her lying on the pavement, practicing long range shooting. He stands there for what seems like hours, transfixed, watching her shooting bullet after bullet, not removing her eyes from the target. He can see the strain in her muscles, and the physical burden of balancing her long body, but she's maintaining her rhythm. He uses the telescopic sight he has on his own sniper rifle, following her aim and realizes she keeps an average score above 90%. He stifle the whistle that almost comes out, when he realizes how good her shooting is, and leaves, without making his presence there known to her. When he drives home, still imagining her long slender body sprawled on the pavement, he knows it shouldn't affect him the way that it does.

When she shoots a target down with a single shot to the head, practically saving the victim's life, and also his own, if he's being completely honest, he realizes she has nerves of steel, too.

()()()

It's the way she handles undercover work that becomes the biggest surprise for him. He's especially impressed by the way she is able to assume the different identities, and portray them so vividly without any preparation. The way she adjusts to the "changes in the script", and goes along with them, leaves him speechless every time. She proves herself as tough, and focused, and dedicated to the cause, and he finds himself forced to pull her out in two different occasions, because he feels she is risking herself too much. Danny laughs at her, and teases her about the skimpy dresses they make her wear, and he can see she really doesn't like to wear them, especially in front of the rest of them guys. He admits, some of the dresses are way out of his own comfort zone, and it makes him look at her with unease whenever she walks by, preparing for these assignments. He hopes it's his old protective self that's kicking in, when she's going to the field dressed like that. But he honestly can't say.

()()()

...

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It's the first case she gets credit for all by herself. It makes her so happy, so she makes all three of them to go celebrate in her favorite club. She is younger than them, and she likes to dance, and she tries not to care that Danny wears his tie and looks like a bank teller, and Chin feels out of place, and that Steve looks suspiciously at the big crowd around him, like they are all potential terrorists. She's happy, and they've promised, and she doesn't give a fuck what they think. Even if she does, it soon goes away, after the second round, when she's drunk enough.

She leaves the three party poopers standing at the bar, and storms on the dance floor, jumping around with the booming music. She's letting her hair down, and her guards, and every trace of reserve she usually has, when she's carried away, and just dances. There are a few young men there, who approach her, and they try to dance with her, but she only smiles at them lightheartedly and pushing slightly away from their hesitant hands, moving on to the rhythm, closing her eyes, and smiling to herself.

()()()

He stands at the bar, with Danny and Chin. It's crowded and loud, and he looks at the scene around him with apparent unease. He finds console in the fact that Danny feels even more awkward than him, watching the moving bodies with alarm. Especially he has a problem with the exposed outfits all the young girls seem to wear, mumbling something about their parent's sense of shame. He can't believe he's agreed to this stupid idea, but she'd asked, and they've promised, because she said how much she loved it. He suddenly realizes how young she really is.

He take a sip from his beer, and leans against the bar, watching the dance floor, looking for her. When he sees her, dancing there on her own, he freezes. She is dancing in the middle of the floor, wearing her worn out jeans, and her way too short and way too tight little white tee shirt, and she moves to the music , her eyes closed, as though she's in a world of her own. Her movements are soft and she smiles to herself her sweet happy smile, and it makes him smile too, when he watches her. He can see the looks the other men on the dance floor throw at her, and the way they run their eyes all over her body, and he suddenly realizes he is clutching his jaw in response.

It's when the music changes all of a sudden, and a new, softer song is played in the background that she is forced out of her trance. She opens her eyes and looks around her in surprise. There's a young blonde guy, who makes his approach to her, running his hand at the side of his hair, and maybe that's what initiate his automatic action, to step in there.

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She opens her eyes, when the music changes suddenly. She is still pretty excited, and filled with energy from her last dance, and the soft music makes her look around her with confusion, trying to find something else to keep her fire alive. She sees a blonde guy coming towards her, smiling seductively and running his eyes on her body, and she really prefers to avoid him, so it looks like she'll have to go back to the guys in the bar. When she turns towards her teammates, she sees him approaching her on the floor.

He stands in front of her, close enough for her to be forced to raise her head to look at his face, and from the corner of her eye she can see the blonde guy stopping in his place and changing direction.

"I knew you weren't the typical wallflower after all..." she smiles at him, as she feels her face flushed with excitement.

"It looked like you were enjoying yourself" he says as he's getting even closer, and putting his hand on her waist "I thought I'd come to see what was all the fuss about. "

()()()

They move slowly together, and the joyous exchange they had, is changed into a serious, almost heavy silence. They look at each other, his blue eyes boring into her brown ones, and his breath tickling her cheek. He keeps his hand on her waist, lightly pushing her body to move against him, and he presses her closer, when she wraps her arms around his neck, giving in to the rhythm. The dancing bodies all around, are bumping into them, and there is such a big crowd, they find themselves pressed against each other more and more. It's sweaty and hot, and her heart is racing with his closeness, she is confident he can feel it beating against his chest.

When the song is over, and there is a moment of quiet, and darkness around them, just as the jumpy music starts again, he raises his free hand, and lifts her chin gently, leaning his head towards her, brushing his lips gently on hers. It's so soft, and so gentle, she is can hardly contain her amazement. The jumping bodies around them are a pure contradiction to this magical moment, she just can't fucking believe it's really happening. But it does. For a second. Because the next thing that happens is that Danny is pushing between them and pulls Steve away by his collar.

"Are you completely out of your mind?" she hears Danny's scream above all the noise, when she stands there trying to collect herself. Steve's answer is swallowed in the big cacophony around her, and in the loud pulsations that still deafen her ears.

()()()

She steps into HQ the next day, hoping to understand if something had changed, but when she comes in she finds him there, in his normal state of hyperactivity, focused on a new case. She tries to find a hint to the last night's occurrence in the way he looks at her or talk to her, but she can't. By lunch time, things are so devastatingly normal, she starts to doubt if something actually happened. It's the way that Danny acts which proves to her that things are not quite the same. He is being extremely nice to her, gentle and attentive, and he keeps looking at Steve with anxious suspicion, every time he makes a move less than six feet from her.

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The first time they're alone together is two days later. He has to go to meet the governor, and she is heading to the lab. When they step into the elevator, he makes his way to the back, leaning on the wall, while she stays next to the door. It's a short ride, of five floors, but it feels like it takes forever. She can physically feel him watching her from behind the whole time.

()()()

He stands in the back of the elevator, watching her standing in front of him, watching the numbers change slowly, and he can practically sense her unease. He feels for her, he does, but he really wish this ride will never end. It's the first opportunity he has to just stop, and look at her. Without cases, or assignments, or Danny lurking around, sending him murderous glares. He runs his eyes on her slender body, and he can practically relive the way he had her pressed against him, and gets a sudden rush of excitement. It takes all of his will power to stay where he is, and not to crash her against the fucking wall. When the elevator stops, she walks out immediately, not turning back. When he's able to breathe again, he does the same.

()()()

It's getting easier from then on. She is comfortable with his well portrayed detachment, and he is able to take the pressure off by running and swimming twice instead of only once a day. The fact that Danny is still looking at him closely is yet another restraining factor. After a few weeks, even he, can let the matter go.

()()()

It's when they have a difficult case, and she goes undercover again that things are getting more complicated. They're trying to keep track on a gun shipment in the docs, and she plays a rich yacht owner, spending all her time with the playboys in the marina. They watch her for days, as she tries to figure out the identity of their gun runner, and she does, when she's invited for dinner on one of the yachts. Their target catches her in the middle of her snooping around though, and attacks her on the deck, almost choking her to death. They watch in relief how she manages to release herself from his grip, and throw a few punches of her own. He's strong though, and is able to catch her again, and throw her on the floor, kicking her a few times, hurting her. She never gives up. Kicking him back and causing him to fall, when she launches on top of him, for another attack, Steve is finally there, grabbing him by his clothes and throwing him against the railings. He keeps hitting him in the face, frantically, without stopping, almost breaking his skull.

The guy is a bloody mess when he turns around to look at her, and sees her bruised face, and the red imprints of fingers on her neck.

"You Ok?" he asks, looking at her carefully.

"I'm fine" she grumbles, wiping the blood on her sleeve.

"I'm taking you to a refresher course in hand to hand combat at the Naval base, this weekend" he informs her.

"I was doing OK on my own" she protests against his lack of confidence "I had it all under control, even before you intervened."

"I know. You punched him pretty good" he nods in agreement "but the next guy who tries that with you, I want him fucking dead!"

()()()

He picks her up at her house on Saturday morning and they drive to the Naval base, where he is obviously well connected. He has a key to the training center and he opens it, showing her a big boxing arena, weights in different sizes, and multiple punching bags.

He shows her where to put her bag, and makes sure that her shoes are well tied, and surprises her by sending her to do twenty laps around the big room as a warm up. He laughs when she complains about his obsessive approach, and explains that she's quite good at running as it is, so he is forced to join her, and it becomes a running contest, which he wins, only she almost steals it from him, when she tackles him, and causes him to fall.

()()()

They continue the training using the punching bag. He secures it while she's slamming her fists into it, and he fixes her posture and her sequence, as he's taking her blows. He tells her to add kicks to her attack, and shows her how to coordinate everything and to protect her own body. He's a really good teacher, because he can read her movements accurately every single time. With the small adjustments she makes under his instructions, she can see that he's practically fighting to hold the punching bag in place. Finally, there are no more remarks, and he just watches her movements, looking very pleased.

She is all sweaty and tight, but she's exhilarated with the rush of adrenalin, so she begs him to leave the punching bag and let her try sparring with him, to imitate what supposed to be a real fight. He is reluctant to do it at first, telling her she's way too exhausted at this point, but she begs, and she smiles, and promises to do all the boring paperwork for him, so even though he knows, this will never end well, he finally complies.

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They have an initial round, and he manages to throw her on the floor in a few seconds, surprising her with a low kick to the back of her legs. When she gets up, he can see that special glint she has in her eyes, when her mind is set on something. It's funny, because she just stands there for a second, watching him, and it actually makes him a little nervous, but when she charges on him again, he is quite ready for her, taking hold of her shoulders, turning her around, with her back pressed to his chest, as he captures her hands. She gets free though, and leans forward, pulling her arms down, so he has to fight for balance for a fraction of a second, and it's enough to give her time to push against his shoulder, and he's dropped to the ground. Before he has to time get up, she's already on top of him, tightening her grip on his throat, and he catches her legs with his own, and slides himself from under her, getting free again, back on his feet. She jumps right after him, and he manages to block a few kicks she sends to his groin as well as some fists to his head. The years of surfing made her legs strong and lithe, and he spends a lot of energy, as she forces him to walk backwards, trying to avoid her mean blows. She makes a final kick then, sending her long leg, in the middle of his step, and he falls to the ground again. Now, when she's on top of him she holds his legs, forcefully, with her own, and her arms force his, to stay on the floor. She hovers above him, breathless from the effort, the adrenalin, and from the smell of him lying beneath her.

"Give up" she demands.

"I can't"

"I won. You're mine." she hisses, lowering her head towards him "you have to!"

"I can't" he says again, desperately, his breaths are labored and shallow. Before she has the time to finish her descend and kiss him, he is using his superior strength and weight, flipping them over. He hovers above her, and reaches his hand to remove a few strands of hair that cover her flushed face. Then, his lips finds hers.

()()()

They have intense, overwhelming, exhausting sex on the training center's floor. They move together, holding each other desperately, submerged in hot, delicious pleasure, as they're teetering on the verge of insanity.

They lie there, afterwards, naked, and silent. him on his back, and her, with her head tucked under his chin, as they watch the ceiling quietly, thinking on their next step.

"You're sorry we've done it" she says, at last.

"I am" he confesses, feeling her silent gasp as he says it, "it can't be good for any of us. Especially you."

"It can't?" she asks, trying to hide the pain his last statement had caused her, because she doesn't understand why he makes this distinction.

"God... you're so young" he says in despair.

"I'm not a child, you know..."

"No... you're not."

"Don't worry" she tells him, sitting up, and starting to collect her clothes "I won't let it happen again."

()()()

She doesn't let it. She's almost surprised when this time, after they actually had their steamy and desperate connection, she can find within her, the ability to go back to routine, so easily. She suspects it got to do with the fact that she's calling the shots now, making him conform with her determined resolution. She uses all of her emotional strength, to forget that he was the one to actually say no.

()()()

He's going back to his easy cushioned routine, and is able to conform with her determined resolution to deny the whole thing. It doesn't help that he was the one to actually draw the line in the sand, at that point, he knows perfectly well, he would not have been able to keep his distance, on his own. He finds himself positioning her beside him when they storm a target, or involved in a shoot out. He stays late, to go over her gear, making sure that her Kevlar vest is not damaged, and that her weapons are in good shape. He makes crazy plans, to avoid sending her to the field on her own, and declares to Danny that he no longer believes in undercover jobs. As the weeks go by, he realizes he can't turn off the roaring, feral scream he has within him, every time he sees her.

()()()

He makes a desperate move, at the end. He goes to the bar near the Naval base, where he knows he might find someone to help him. He hopes that if he would be able to fulfill his most basic, immediate needs, he could actually get a little break from her. He enters the bar, and is happy to see the familiar uniforms at every corner. There aren't many locals here, and his ranks might actually give him an edge. This is the whole point, after all.

He spots her sitting in the far corner of the bar. She is wearing her uniform, and he's satisfied to see that she's high enough in the chain of command, for it not be completely inappropriate. She is nice looking, with his favorite dark hair, and he doesn't even feel a hint of attraction towards her. She's perfect.

He gulps down his beer, to try and hate himself less, and approaches her with his trade mark smile, and his usual air of arrogance. It takes him two rounds of drinks to convince her to go home with him.

()()()

Her name is Catherine, and she is constantly travelling back and forth from the island to the Philippines, as a Naval intelligence officer. They discover that they worked together previously on at least two assignments, and the fact that she knows what he does, and have actually heard about him, allows him to convince himself that he's not a total bastard after all. He brings her back to his place, and gets her another drink. After twenty minutes he has her naked in his bed, whispering his name as she comes.

It's good, and it's clean, and she tells him, smiling, how impressed she is with his body and his... well... and he should feel flattered and more relaxed, but he doesn't. He lets her fall asleep in his bed, and goes outside to the little bay he has behind his house, and jumps into the silent water, diving deep, so she wouldn't hear his frustrated scream.

()()()

The reason he chooses her, is the fact that she's calm and obliging on the morning after. He hands her a cup of coffee and waits to hear her asking about seeing him again, but she only stands there, smiling, tacking her hair into her ponytail, not expecting anything. His inner roar had subsided somewhat after their well coordinated hookup, and it looks like she'll be willing to make recurrent appearances in his bed, so he just goes for it. When he goes to work that day, even Danny can tell something is different.

()()()

She tries to go back to square one. To focus on the more important things, like her skills and her assignments and her career. She has to admit, he is trying his best to allow it, keeping his distance and treating her like any other subordinate on the team. Only... she can see the way he's scrutinizing every single thing she does. Making her follow his leads in the more dangerous assignments, keeping her beside him, showing no confidence in her ability to focus and keep safe. It drives her crazy, when she's done feeling insulted, and she works extra hard to prove herself to the fucking arrogant bastard. He shows no sign of satisfaction, with her achievements. No sign of anything, come to think of it. It's lucky Danny is such a chatty person, and that she's spending most of her time with Chin, because the tangible tension they have between them, would have potentially dismantled the team.

()()()

They have a new case. On the weekend. Again. She's the first one to get the call, when she's back home, after her morning surf. Danny is ranting away when she calls him, complaining about everything, so when he asks if she wants him to pick her up, she decides, as a self preservation measure, to send him to pick up Chin. She's still trying to push away Danny's obnoxious remarks, when she calls Steve and informs him about the case, and she's way too distracted perhaps, when she's trying to find the right location, because she says she'll be picking him up in fifteen minutes. When she pulls the car outside of his home, and steps out of it, starting towards the house, the door opens, and there's a woman coming out, wearing a black little dress, and heels. She stops on the spot, when she sees her, leaning to kiss him goodbye. She smiles awkwardly towards the strange woman, watching her walking to a taxi that waits there.

()()()

It's hard to describe what she feels at the moment. She really wishes it could have been rage. Rage she can handle. Hot, blood boiling, uncontrolled rage, that will have her react properly, with slugging him, and make him bleed. So, the fact that he's sitting next to her in the speeding car, all safe and sound, after he nonchalantly closed the door behind him, and silently took his place there, suggests that it's not rage after all. There's a thin film of tears in her eyes, that she needs to blink away from time to time, and a suffocating tightness in her throat, that makes it difficult to breathe. The way he sits, staring blankly at the road, clenching his jaw, in the typical way he does when he's unsure of something, doesn't make it any better.

()()()

He can see that she's hurt by the mortified expression she has on her face, when she first sees Catherine. He tries to think about something to say, or of some kind of explanation, but he knows that it would only hurt her more, so he's keeping his silence. The way she is able to collect herself, and drive them to the murder scene, is no less than remarkable. Especially when he can see her holding the wheel so tightly, her knuckles are white. He tries to tell himself that that was the whole point, in having Catherine in his life in the first place. It's supposed to help him free himself from the strong magnetic pull she has on him, and He's trying to tell himself that it's all for the best, and it will help them rehabilitate their shaky relationship. When he sees the pain in her eyes, he's not sure if the price would be worth it.

()()()

She turns to Danny. Like Chin always says, you have to use the best resource you have. She mentions the woman to him, in a casual way when they eat lunch, and sees his eyebrows elevates so high, they almost reaching his hairline. By the end of the day he has Steve, reluctantly, spilling everything. He has all the information about Catherine, and about the way they met, and their relationship. It's alarmingly detailed. She half expects him to have her SSN, as well.

()()()

It shouldn't affect her so much. She knows. But the fact that he met her after their own... whatever..., makes it almost insulting. She has no place to interfere, she admits, especially when she was the one to declare herself off the table, but she can't help it. She hopes it's because of the excessive amount of tequila she gulps, right before she knocks on his door.

She knows Catherine is not there, because Danny mentioned something about her coming mostly on the weekends, and she has the small hope he will not let her in his bed, on the very first day she finds out about them. She's right. He opens his door, wearing a tight black tee shirt, and a pair of grey sweat pants, and when he looks at her wild appearance, running his eyes on her body, stopping on her red lips, she finds herself fighting hard not to kiss him. She has no other option, because she was the one who told him it was out of the question, so the only way she can think of to express herself well, is to punch him hard on his mouth. He takes it silently, just turns his head for a second, wiping the blood from his bruised lip. So she does it again, because he looks like he's just going to stand there and take it. When he still doesn't budge, she does it again. And again. And again. Until her knuckles are numb, and he captures her fists, and holds her against him, and kisses her.

()()()

They don't even close the door, because he presses her against it, and attacks her mouth first, and then her neck and her breasts, after violently ripping her top off. She pulls at his hair, making him gasp with the pain, so she could find his lips again. She clings to his strong body, feeling his hand working on her shorts, then he slams inside her, without any warning, and she's biting his neck so hard, it makes him shout sharply from the pain. She can taste blood, and she has no idea if it's from his lips or from his neck, or from her fucking bleeding heart.

()()()

It doesn't change anything. She's walking out on him still slumped against the door, exhausted. He watches her putting her shorts back on, and giving up on her torn shirt, taking his instead. She puts it on, pulling her hair through the collar, wrapping it in a bun. Then she leaves. Doesn't say a word. The door remains opened the entire time.

()()()

It's weeks again. Weeks of the same semi comfortable routine. The fact that she was able to release some of the tension, that was build inside her, makes it bearable enough not to damage their work. She hears from Danny that he still sees that Navy woman, and she can honestly say she's not surprised. The pain is easier to swallow when she can see, sometimes, the new scar he has on the side of his neck. It gives her a sense of ownership to his body. It's in a perfect location, he has to see it every time he's standing in front of the mirror. She hopes Catherine can see it, too.

()()()

He keeps seeing Catherine as a desperate way to keep himself sane. He hopes that the constant involvement with someone else, will give him at least the delusion of freedom of choice. It doesn't. Catherine is too pale and pliant in comparison to the Hawaiian wild flower that haunts his dreams. She is too casual about him, too obliging. She does everything he wants her to do, in bed and out of it. She's stress free, and boring, and predicted, and unchallenging. He can't bring himself to feel anything for her, because she's so transparent, he can hardly even see her. When he stands in front of the mirror, brushing his teeth or shaving, he can see the scar she had made on his neck. He touches it occasionally. He wonders, if they'd open his chest and look at his heart, will they find a similar mark?

()()()

It's the governor's gala night, and the whole team is there, in formal attire. She'd never been to something like this. When she had to participate in similar events during her surfing and championships days, she was always the first to sneak out and drag the other surfers for an evening of heavy drinking, barefoot on the beach. It's not the case tonight. Steve is perfectly clear on what is in stake, suggesting that the governor expects to show them off as the private little war toy of the big protector of the island. She wears a long deep purple dress, that exposes her back and her long neck. Her hair is arranged carefully on her head, when she sees the appreciative looks of the men around her, it makes her feel beautiful and sexy. She tries to fit in with the big and sophisticated crowd. She sips her Champaign, looking around her in curiosity. He breath catches suddenly, when she sees him, standing in the doorway, dressed impeccably with a well tailored tuxedo, as he looks around him, in a resentful way, which makes her smile despite of herself. She's not smiling anymore, when he turns around and holds Catherine by her elbow, gallantly escorting her in.

()()()

He can feel her presence, even before he sees her. When he does, he almost chokes with the waive of emotion that floods him. From the moment he sees her, he can't see anything else clearly. It's like her beautiful, sensual, captivating image is burned on his retina, and she's there, everywhere he looks. His heart misses a beat when he sees her lips trembling when she identifies Catherine, who is standing happily beside him. She leaves after ten minutes. Doesn't even wait to see Chin.

()()()

He tells Danny he has to go to HQ to pick something for the governor, and tells Catherine to hang around with the team, until he comes back. He is sitting in his truck in less than three minutes, driving to her house.

()()()

She has no idea what makes her more disappointed, seeing him there with his girlfriend, or the fact that she gave up the fight. When she gets home she is so frustrated, she almost breaks the door when she slams it shut. She stands in the middle of her living room, trying to decide what to do next. Her makeup is all messed up from the tears, and she tugs at her hair to let it cover her face. She can't breaths in this beautiful dress, she was so excited to wear earlier, so she decides to go to her bedroom, to take it off, before drinking herself to sleep. When she stands in front of the mirror, trying to pull the zipper down, she can't fucking reach it. She is so mad, at this stupid obstacle, and she has no idea if to laugh or to cry, as she tries it again, unsuccessfully.

"Keep it on" he says from behind her. That fucking ninja, she didn't even hear him come in.

"What do you want?" she asks from behind her back, trying to avoid him for a few more seconds.

"Keep the dress on" he says again, as he holds her against him, kissing her neck.

He makes love to her in a slow, intense, non hurried way, while she's still in her dress, and nothing more. His mouth and his tongue leave hot and wet trails all over her. All over her. She reaches her peak twice, and clutches his arms as she does. He finds his release a long time afterwards, joining her when she comes again, hissing silently into her hair.

()()()

She lies on the bed, still in her deep purple dress, propped on her elbows, watching him getting dressed again.

"You're going back to her, aren't you?"

He doesn't answer, just keeps looking into her eyes, as he puts his tie back on, and shrugs into his jacket.

"You're a fucking bastard, you know that?" she cries, throwing a pillow on his head "you're cheating on her with me!"

"No" he tells her, crossing his arms on his chest "in this whole fucked up and unholy mess, babe, I'm cheating on you."