Danny glanced at the clock on the wall for the fourth time in as many minutes. He was almost positive Steve was right behind him when he left the office but then somehow he managed to lose him in traffic on the way to his house. Danny drummed his fingers on the sides of his bent knees. He propped his multi-colored dotted sock clad feet up on the ottoman and waited impatiently for his partner to arrive. Danny groaned out loud as he checked his cell phone for any missed calls or messages. The phone wasn't silenced or set on vibrate, so Danny already knew he didn't miss Steve calling. One of his biggest pet-peeves was waiting on someone. Today of all days, Steve had relinquished the Camaro keys and told Danny he would just meet him at his place. Danny made a face, unsure what to make of Steve's behavior but chalked it up to another day with Steve McGarrett and another mystery unveiled.

Danny was about to give up and go start dinner by himself when his front door popped open and Steve practically fell into the living room. Danny straightened himself on the couch and turned, peering over the back of the couch to see Steve bent over at the waist, breathing heavily.

"You okay, babe?" Danny asked with concern, already pulling himself to his feet. Steve bolted upright and took off in the direction of Danny's bathroom. Danny couldn't help but chuckle as he followed Steve down the hall at a slower pace. "I take that as a no!" he hollered as his bathroom door slammed shut. The unmistakable sound of the ceiling fan filled the hallway and Danny settled against the wall, hands tucked behind him and waited. It was hard to control the laughter that was bubbling within him. Steve was a grown man. Surely he should have known what ingesting that many coconut coffee beverages before noon would do to your digestive system.

The toilet flushed and Danny cringed when he heard the door handle squeak. He wasn't sure he wanted to be greeted with what was behind that door so he retreated to the safety of the living room. Steve wandered down the hallway slowly, stopping in the entrance to the living room and leaned heavily against the wall for support. He face was pale and his brow covered with sweat. He was clutching his stomach tightly, giving Danny the evil eye.

To Danny, he looked like death warmed over and he berated himself for poking fun at his partner. "You okay?" Danny asked again, nothing but serious this time. "You need something for…" Danny pointed to his own stomach and cringed when Steve made a face and squeezed his eyes shut. "Your stomach? Some Pepto maybe?"

Steve opened his eyes and glared in Danny's direction. "I hope you're happy with yourself," he said dryly as he swiped a hand across his forehead to clear the sweat.

Danny made his way to the kitchen and pulled the bottle of pink Pepto out of the fridge and handed it off to Steve not bothering to grab a spoon. "Take a big gulp," he encouraged his partner as Steve plopped into a kitchen chair and Danny unscrewed the cap for him. "In case you haven't noticed, I'm not the one with a coconut milk mocha macchiato drink addiction." Danny took the bottle from Steve and replaced the cap before returning it to the refrigerator door. "How in two days did you get so addicted?"

Steve shook his head. "Those things should come with a warning label." He pressed a palm into his stomach and stirred in the chair. Danny moved back towards the island in case Steve needed to bolt again to the restroom.

Danny leaned against the counter and folded his arms across his chest casually. Now that he was certain Steve just had a disgruntled digestive track and wasn't dying, he could poke a little fun at him. Danny let the laughter flow this time at his partner's expense. Even if the drinks didn't cause intestinal issues, what rational person drank that many drinks from Starbucks anyway in the span of one morning? "No normal person drinks three before noon, Steve."

"Four," Steve mumbled under his breath and diverted his attention to the stack of napkins on the kitchen table.

"Excuse me?" Danny leaned forward. Surely his ears were betraying him. "Four what?"

"I drank four coconut milk mocha macchiato drinks. Alright?" Steve pressed his palms flat on the table and stared at Danny who was staring back in disbelief.

"Seriously? Four…" And Danny just had to hold up four fingers to make sure that his ears where working correctly. "Of the big ones?" He thought back to when he stole a glance in Steve's trash can, there were only three plastic cups. "I took my wallet back from you at noon. When did you drink the fourth one?"

"Earlier in the day." Steve looked away embarrassed. "I left that cup in the truck." He fiddled with the hem of his shirt. "Like I said, they should come with a warning."

Danny pulled out a chair and sat down. He crossed his feet at the ankles and clasped his hands together in his lap and glared at Steve. "You do realize that you owe me for stealing my wallet."

"You mean borrow," Steve smirked, obviously feeling better.

"No. Steal." Danny countered, not amused.

"Actually, the last one was a small." Steve shrugged when Danny shot him a confused look. "You ran out of cash and I didn't know your pin number for your card."

"You're unbelievable!" Danny shouted as he threw his hands in the air.

Steve smirked even more. "I know. Thank you."

"That wasn't a compliment, Steven," Danny added dryly.

Steve got up and pushed his chair up to the table. He strolled over to Danny still seated and leaned over the blond. Steve had one hand on either side of Danny's shoulders. He straddled Danny's thighs and leaned down; planting a kiss on Danny's parted lips. "Let's fix dinner," he said as he dropped another kiss to Danny's lips. "I'm suddenly very hungry."

"You know," Danny's eyes twinkled with amusement as he whispered against Steve's jawline. "They make the coconut milk mocha macchiato in a hot drink as well." He stole a kiss and swatted Steve on the butt before slipping out from under his towering body and bolting down the hallway towards his bedroom.

Steve hung his head, his hands still holding onto the empty chair. "He's going to be the death of me." He turned and pushed off the chair, following Danny towards the bedroom. Dinner could officially wait.