Hey. So my first Hawaii 5-O story, full of bromance cause I kind of love it and hopefully you do too. I love the thought of Steve Whump with Bossy Danny so I thought I'd give it a try. Let me know what you think.

It took am embarrassingly long time for Danny to notice. To be fair, he had been having a rough time of his own, with Rachel threatening to take Grace away yet again but Steve was his partner and there was no excuse. Steve always noticed whenever anything was annoying Danny, which actually annoyed Danny in itself. Steve was irritatingly good at zooming into every little detail and picking apart every nuance of Danny's life but Danny had always thought it was a two way street. Sure Steve knew how to read Danny, but Danny could also read Steve. Or at least that's what he'd thought. Now he wonders how he could be so blind.

It was just past 3:00 on Saturday when Danny had stopped by 5-O headquarters to grab some files and he froze in shock when he saw his partner. Danny didn't know what it was, maybe he'd finally getting his head out of his ass or maybe Steve had just let the last of his wall down but his elite detective skills finally kicked in. Steve was in his office, wearing the same clothes from the day before and looking like complete shit. When had he gotten so bad? There were dark bags under his eyes, his lips were cracked, his clothes sagged around his slender frame and he held himself rigidly in his seat. Danny immediately stormed towards his partner's office, furious with the man for not taking care of himself and with himself for not having the Super Seal's back. He swung the door open and was met with the barrel of Steve's gun pointed straight at his head.

"Whoa. Steve!" Danny said backtracking quickly. Note to self, Danny thought, don't approach distracted Steve. "Babe, put down the gun."

"Danno?" Steve questioned as he blinked wearily. Noticing the gun he was still aiming at his friend's head, he jolted and holstered the weapon. "Ah right sorry. I was just thinking bout stuff."

Danny watched as Steve's face shuttered. He stood up straighter, and the traces of exhaustion seemed to fade. Danny was actually bloody impressed that the socially challenged man was so good at lying, must be the Navy training. "Stuff eh? Damn it you Neanderthal, sit down before you collapse." Steve glared at him in reply, insulted at the very thought of collapsing. Danny sighed, before putting on his stern face. "Steven McGarrett, you have three seconds to sit down and then I'll make you sit. One."

Steve wanted to laugh at his friend. Danny had his hands on his hips and was in full on father mode. His body ached, his brain was muddled from lack of sleep and all he wanted was to sit back down but he still had control of his body and no way was he backing down in front of Danny.

"Three." Danny finished and quickly hooked his foot behind Steve's ankle, pulling it out from beneath him while simultaneously shoving his chest back. Steve gave a gasp of surprise as he landed hard on his ass. "And that right there shows me how bad off you are Super Seal. Now you are going to stay there while I grab my files, then I am going to take you home."

"Thanks for the offer Danno, but I have work to do here. You go on." Steve said as he went to stand back up.

Danny sighed and held him down. "Wasn't an offer Steven. You have five minutes to finish whatever you were doing and we are going. Five minutes." With that, Danny walked out of Steve's office towards his own.

Steve stared after his partner in shock. He couldn't remember someone restraining him that easily ever, let alone daring to order him around. He was a grown man, a Navy SEAL, fully capable of making his own decisions. He wasn't going anywhere.

Yet when Danny returned Steve found himself hauled to his feet and steered outside. He struggled to get loose, swearing angrily but Danny easily twisted his arm behind his back and force walked him forward. Once they got outside Steve decided to save what little pride he had left and cooperate, letting Danny manoeuvre him into the car.

Danny held back a grin as he crossed in front of the car, watching his partner for any signs of subterfuge. The big scary SEAL was sprawled in the seat with his arms crossed and what was most definitely a pout on his face. Danny had seen this face before… on his 10-year-old daughter. He didn't care though, pouting or not, he was taking his friend home and forcing him to talk.