"(Y/n). (Y/n). (Y/n)!" Danno got your attention.

"What do you want Danno?" You replied agitatedly. Steve McGarret was being a ass to you since you were sent from NCIS HQ to assist them with a serial killer that had seemed to move over to Hawaii. Once that case was solved, you were asked to be a liaison for a few months.

"Steve is just being a bastard. Talk to him and get to know him, and you're going to be here for a couple more months before you head back to NCIS."

"I know, but do you think he'll want to talk to me?"

"I'll make him."

"Alright. It better be at a bar though." You said and Danno chuckled.

"Don't get drunk." He said as he walked away. Since there were no cases at the moment, you decided to go out and lay out in the sun. You grabbed your keys to your rental, and made your way to the nearest beach. It was surprisingly empty for a nice day like today. Eventually you fell asleep to the sound of the crashing waves and the feeling of the sun beating down on your skin. Then you suddenly felt freezing cold. Opening your eyes you were met with the face of the one and only Steve.

"What the hell. I was relaxing!" You complained to him.

"Sorry, but Danno forced me to come and talk to you." Steve said. The two of you were silent for a while, taking in the environment.

"So, what do you wanna talk about?"

"Heard that you were in the Marines."

"Four tours in Afghanistan. Danno mentioned that you were a SEAL?"

"Yeah. I don't really feel like talking about it right now (Y/n)." We were talking for hours, finding out that we have a lot in common. Steve actually isn't as much of an ass hole as I thought. From there the two of you talked more and more, getting friendlier as well. That lead to two nights before your departure to DC. You and the Five-O team went out for beers as a celebration and farewell. It first started off with everyone drinking beers, and it only escalated from there. You suggested shots and Grace agreed. So everyone, minus Danno who was the designated driver for the night. You were now wasted after countless shots, and so was everyone else.

"Steeveee" You whined.

"What is it (Y/n)?" He asked.

"Sing with me?"

"No."

"But Steve!"

"I can't sing."

"I'll sing with you (Y/n). Show the boys what they're missing." Grace said as the two of you made your way to the stage. The two of you sang a raunchy song that you forgot the title of, and had an equally dirty dance to go with it. When you made your way back to the table, the guys' mouths were wide open. Returning to your spot by Steve, he snapped his mouth shut and took a couple more shots and kissed you hard on the lips. You gasped and he deepened it. You never thought that his lips could be so soft as you responded. Cat calls and wolf whistles were heard, but neither of you cared. He grabbed your hand and pulled you out of the booth.

"We're leaving you idiots here." Steve said and continued to take you outside the bar, and your rental house was less than a block away, so you two slowly made your way there. The only reason it was slow, was that Steve was walking behind you and attacking your neck with his mouth. "Walk faster (L/n) or I'm going to have to take you right here." A new wave of pleasure shot through you, and you ran like your life depended on it. Once you opened the door and entered, Steve turned you around and slammed your body against the door. Kissing you with passion and hunger, he devoured your mouth and made his way across your exposed skin. When that wasn't enough, he ripped off your shirt and started to make work of your pants.

"You're not fucking me against my front door McGarret." You stated when he started to pull down your pants.

"What was that (L/n)? Are you questioning me?"

"Not at all sir." You purred in his ear, and he picked you up and threw you over his shoulder and carried you to your bed. Throwing you down on the bed, he took off his shirt and pants. You saw the noticeable bulge in through his boxers as you started to imagine things.

"You want this?" Steve asked worriedly since up to this point there hasn't been any verbal consent.

"All of it." You said and that's when his eyes turned two shades darker, if possible, and he finished taking off your pants to leave you in your underwear. You threaded your hands in his hair and pulled him in for a searing kiss. During the kiss, one of his hands snuck around behind you and unclasped your bra. He pulled away the article and threw it across the room. His mouth explored the newly exposed flesh as you were thrown into an oblivion of bliss for the rest of the night. The next morning you awoke to the smell of bacon and eggs. Slowly remembering what happened last night, you smiled and threw on Steve's shirt as you made your way to the kitchen.

"Morning."

"Morning. Sleep well?"

"Didn't do much sleeping last night, but I have a killer headache. You drank more than me. How are you not in pain?"

"Took aspirin already. Here take three or four should help." He said while pushing a glass of water towards you. "I've got a question for you (Y/n)."

"Shoot."

"Do you want to stay here permanently at Five-0?"

"What would this entail?"

"You working for me, solving crimes, and this." He motioned towards his body and yours.

"We've already tried working together, and did you see how that worked out. The sex was okay. I bet that DiNozzo is better than that." You said sarcastically. Steve nearly spat out his drink. He caught on and leaned in closer to you.

"Only okay? Whose name were you screaming last night?"

"I'm joking Steve. I'd love to stay, but on one condition."

"What?"

"We explore this some more." You said and pulled him in for a kiss.

"Welcome to the Five-0 team (Y/n) (L/n)."