Author's Note - Hello old friends and new readers! I am back with another Hawaii Five-0 fic and another original character. I hope you come to like Emerson and her crazy antics because I think Steve needs a little crazy fun in his life. This is just an intro chapter to start off on but I am already working on the next chapter, so it should be up soon. If you have time, please leave a review with your thoughts on this new story. Enjoy...

Chapter One

Outside Five-0 Headquarters...

Emerson sat in her silver Jeep Grand Cherokee with her hands resting on the steering wheel, her forehead resting on her hands, and wondering what in the hell she was doing. Not only what she was doing parked on King Street outside the Hawaii Five-0 Headquarters, where Steve worked, but any of it. All of it. The whole shebang.

"I'm going nuts," Emerson muttered out loud to herself. "Completely freakin' nuts."

But she hadn't felt nuts when she started out. In truth, she wanted to see Steve. She had wanted to see him for four years. So why hadn't she simply called him up and asked him over for dinner like a normal person?

Because she was nuts.

And because she has spent the last few years realizing that men suck. Men were scum. All of them. But that morning she had a weak moment and she remembered that Steve didn't suck. She liked Steve. Emerson had liked Steve since he moved in across the street when she was eight years old and he was twelve. He was the most gorgeous boy she had ever seen in her little girl life. And when she had seen him at his father's funeral four years ago, Emerson realized he had turned into the most gorgeous man.

Men sucked, on the whole, but Steve had always been ultra-nice to Emerson. But then, as a kid, she was fat, four-eyed and had mousy brown hair. And when she saw him at the funeral, she was still fat (more so), four-eyed and had mousy brown hair. So she figured all that time he probably felt sorry for her.

But now Emerson was seventy-five pounds lighter, wearing contacts and had her hair streaked blonde so that was the same color as both of her glamorous sisters' hair. The last time she saw Steve he was wearing his Navy dress blues and boy could that man wear a uniform. At the funeral, Emerson had nearly melted into a puddle when his eyes moved through the graveside crowd and stopped on her. They got soft, and one side of his mouth went up in one of his half-smirks that made him look so yumalicious you wanted to pounce on him. Instead of shoving the mourners aside and pouncing (which would have been highly inappropriate), she had given him what she hoped was a jaunty wink and a stupid half-wave. His grin went full-fledged (guess the jaunty wink worked, but then again Emerson's stupid, dorky behavior always seemed to amuse Steve) and he turned away.

That was the very day Emerson Rose Leigh Kennedy had decided to turn her life around.

And now she needed Steve.

She knew from his sister Mary, one of Emerson's closest friends as a child, that Steve had not returned to the Navy SEALS but had instead stayed in Hawaii to lead the Five-O task force. Steve had always been a badass. As a teenager he drove muscle cars (loud and fast) and motorcycles (again, loud and fast) and sat in his parent's garage with the door rolled up, lifting weights and throwing the football around with his friends. Emerson had watched this out of her bedroom window and it was better than anything on television. He always had a different girlfriend and you could tell they were all easy, but a nun would turn easy with one look at Steve McGarrett. He was a tough guy in high school and he became a tougher guy when he joined the SEALS.

And right now, Emerson needed a tough guy.

So before she could chicken out, the perky brunette got out of the Jeep, walked up the brick sidewalk and went into the Kekuanaoa building.