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BPRD: Team 5-0 2/2 (Hawaii 5-0 AU)
BPRD: Team 5-0 2/2
Author: Tari_Roo
Rating: PG 13 (Gen)
Spoilers: None, but you kinda have to know the show, ok?bprd*h50*
It was weird having other BPRD agents in the office. Kono had only ever known the place, even if that had only been for four months, with just her and Chin, and whereas before it felt overlarge and empty, now it felt crowded. This was mostly due to the massive personalities and associated egos of the newest arrivals, but nonetheless, for the first time in four months, Kono deliberately sought out Enakai for some peace and quiet.
The old ghost, and he was actually the ghost of an old man, had very little to say. The drawback to spending time with him was his penchant for being ‘hands on’. It was creepy and weird, but Kono had several pockets of salt on hand if he got a little frisky. She was supposed to be researching the print, but instead she found the rather copious amounts of books and information on the ongoing ... er... cold war slash feud between vampires and werewolves far more interesting. This was mostly due to her very own personal, up close spectator seat on its latest permutation.
McGarrett was cool and polite to everyone, his grief buried and muted. Danny though was all smiles, and charm and jokes, a walking, talking nice guy. They were polite with each other and kept their distance. But the tension... oh, boy was it tense.
Williams and McGarrett had been on the island for less than twelve hours and it was nearly midnight, but they were all still working. Well, having two nocturnal agents would make for some long working hours. As night fell, Danny had really perked up, which had added to Steve’s irritation. They kept to different rooms in the office, but couldn’t really avoid each other entirely.
The library had a very peaceful feeling, even with the looming presence of Enakai. It felt quiet and restful, a refuge. It was out of the way, off the beaten path, so it was pretty surprising to hear raised voices even down here. Whirling on her stool, cheek smudged with dust, Kono turned to the open doorway and frowned.
‘Oh, dear,’ she sighed.
By the time she reached the main computer room, with its bright lights and very busy screens, the shouting match was getting a tad physical. Danny was jabbing his finger at McGarrett, face flushed, long canines just visible as he rattled off rapid fire words. “No way in hell, you paranoid, delusional maniac! You might be on some sort of death wish vendetta just because you can’t control your bloodlust, but we don’t have probable cause to search them!”
McGarrett was staring at the finger like it was a snake, or a vampire finger two millimetres from his face and he growled, honest to God growled, “Keep your finger out of my face!”
Chin was edging closer, face worried as he judged whether to intervene or not. Danny snarled, lips pale as he snapped, “Listen up, you flea-ridden mongrel...” He punctuated his words with a sharp jab at McGarrett’s chest and Steve exploded into action.
Palm to wrist, one smooth movement to twist the arm, Steve moved to pin Danny, but Williams twisted as well, moving with the motion and shoved McGarrett into the console desk. The dual snarls raised a forest of hairs on Kono’s arms and Chin was moving to separate them but it was too late. Danny moved faster than Chin, slipping past him, and Steve was lightning fast.
Danny, though shorter, moved in close to crowd McGarrett and get inside his longer reach, and landed two quick jabs. But that was all he was able to manage. Steve absorbed the blows with barely a flinch, moving as he did so and caught William’s third strike, and twisted, using Danny’s momentum against him. On a human, the hold would have broken or dislocated a shoulder, and Steve pushed it even further, slamming Danny down onto the console. He kicked Danny’s legs out from under him, narrowly missed a flying elbow, before completely pinning the vampire.
“Let me up!” Danny snarled, face pressed onto the keyboard, struggling ineffectually, unable to get enough leverage to shake McGarrett,. Twisting Danny’s arm a little more, McGarrett growled back, his elongated canines making his voice thick and hard, “Shut up! Shut up and listen, you parasite...”
There was the distinctive click of a gun being cocked and Steve turned, snarling, eyes yellow, sharp teeth glistening in the computer light. Chin calmly pointed the weapon at McGarrett and sighed, “It won’t kill you, but it’ll hurt. Now let him up and back off, Steve.”
Indecision hung in the air for a long moment, while McGarrett judged the viability of taking on Chin as well, and Kono could see him weighing the odds of whether he could take care of Chin and still get back to Danny before the vampire had recovered. Kono coughed slightly, alerting him to her presence and he folded.
Still wolfed-out, Steve backed off and Danny slowly straightened, pulling his arm forward, grimacing. Chin didn’t lower his weapon though and said firmly, “We’re not raiding the Tong, McGarrett. We have no grounds, not even probable. You might not like it, but I’m in charge of this team, and we’re going to do this right!”
McGarrett snarled, shooting wary looks at them all, and Danny snarled back, his pale blue eyes flat with anger. And then McGarrett was gone... a whirl of anger out the door.
In the silence, Chin lowered his firearm and groaned, rubbing his face with his free hand. Danny swallowed, face clearing, fangs disappearing. “Sorry, Chin. Shouldn’t have pushed him...”
Chin waved the apology aside, “It’s been a rough couple of days for him, Williams. I ... he shouldn’t...” Kono hurried over, and belatedly realised she was clutching her own gun, and her jaw was aching from clenching her teeth. “You ok?” she breathed and Danny shot her a careless grin. “Sure, got two arms still.” Chin though was shaking his hands and head and he hissed, “I better go after him, he might ...”
“Nah,” Danny disagreed, “Now if he was a vamp, I’d be worried but it’s nowhere near a full moon, so he’s in control. Let me ... “ Kono and Chin both exclaimed ‘No!’ and Kono barked laughed, “That doesn’t sound like a good idea, Danny, I...”
“I’ll just follow him. Make sure he’s ok and not scaring the friendly people of Hawaii. Promise... stalking only. Vampires are good stalkers, sorta our modus operandi.” Danny’s smile was too bright, too carefree and Kono was halfway about to verbalise her worry when Chin said, “Fine. Go. Check up on him. Don’t...”
“I won’t,” Danny smiled and then he was gone.
Her cousin shared a worried look with her, long and considering and Kono shrugged. “I’m just the rookie here, Boss.”
Chin nodded, “Wish I was too.”
*bprd*h50*
The night air was still pretty muggy. It hadn’t rained that afternoon as expected, so the air was slightly oppressive. Steve bypassed his truck feeling a need, a burning need to just run. So he did.
Twelve hours of fruitless, useless research and investigation and they were no closer, to anything! Steve really wanted to punch something, let loose some frustration and the vampire was so damn cheerful, it was just asking for trouble.
Downtown Honolulu passed in a blur, the empty streets silent and peaceful – totally opposite to the way Steve was feeling. The howl that pressed and fought to be released was caught in his throat, and he tried to run it out, pushing hard, muscles burning with anger and grief.
Not really thinking about where he was going, more letting his feet and heart take him wherever, Steve ran, and relished the pain and burn that matched the ache in his chest.
He wasn’t all that surprised to find himself slowing down, and stopping outside his old house. It seemed the right place to be. The house was dark, shut up, alone in the shadows. A small part of Steve longed to see it alive again, with his family inside but the more cynical part of him remembered the arguments and hurt after his mother’s death. His ‘happy’ home had died years and years ago. There was no going home for him.
Steve padded across the front lawn, silent and intense, but uncertain as to what to do. The front door was shut, the police tape back, a yellow indicator that life would never be the same again.
“Figured you head here.”
The smell should have alerted him, he was amped up enough for it, but Steve spun on his heel, startled, ready for a fight.
Williams on the sidewalk, far enough away that he’d have time to react if Steve rushed him. He wasn’t breathing hard, undead bastard, but that was only because he didn’t breathe. Snarling, Steve snapped, “Get lost, Williams.”
“Sure, sure, no problem. Just making sure you’re not picking up a midnight snack on the way home.”
The implication that he was out of control enough to attack an innocent pushed all of Steve’s buttons and he was half way across the lawn before he caught himself. “Go to hell!”
Danny held up his hands, and backed up a step, “Hey, whoa, whoa, it was a joke, sorry. You really gotta...” He stopped, thought better of what he was about to say and continued, “Sorry. Really, I am. But you are a little... tense at the moment. Just trying to help.”
“You can help by staying the hell away from me!”
Steve hated not being in control, hated the way vampires triggered something so primal and visceral inside him.
“Sure, sure, no problem.”
Danny turned to walk away and Steve felt a stab of shame, guilt and he raised a hand to call him back. “Wait...”
The explosion rocked them both, and sent Danny flying. Steve tucked and rolled, or at least tried to but the sting of silver and something else sent him into oblivion.
*bprd*h50*
Danny woke up to a splitting headache. And to a bit of a draft.
The room itself was freezing, way below human comfort levels, but that suited Danny just fine. The draft though was a little annoying.
The silver-aftermath headache was a pain in the ass, and he felt the shadow of the silver still in his bones, sapping his strength. Blinking away the blur, the room swung into view, literally and Danny groaned to himself.
Steve McGarrett was strung up by his wrists from a meat hook opposite him and judging by the pull and strain on his own arms, so was he. Steve’s feet just touched the ground, his barefeet trailing the floor. Danny though, hung completely suspended, the ground unreachable.
The draft was from the overhead fans, still ticking over, pumping icy air into the room. McGarrett was shivering, and glaring at someone behind Danny. Danny however was more concerned by the fact that he had somehow lost his shirt and shoes, just like Steve.
“Hess!” McGarrett snarled, teeth showing and Danny twisted to see who was behind him. “Hiss?” he muttered.
Hess stepped forward out of the shadows that didn’t really obscure him all that well, and Danny gave him a good sniff. Human. Probably. Maybe. McGarrett though was rumbling a deep, chesty growl, eyes going pale yellow. ‘Way to play it low down, man,’ Danny thought. However, considering they, Hess, had used silver to capture them... maybe the secret wasn’t so secret.
“Lt. Commander McGarrett, in person at last.” Hess sounded Irish, maybe Anglo-Irish and he crossed the distance to Steve slowly, idly holding what looked like a cattle prod.
“If you were so keen for a face to face, Victor, you could have stopped running,” McGarrett growled, eyeing out the cattle prod with the same concern Danny felt, but focusing more on Hess’s face.
“Oh, you know how it goes, Commander. I run, you chase. You kill my brother, I kill your...” Hess trailed off, a knowing smirk on his lips and McGarrett exploded, fully wolfed out, straining for Hess, legs kicking out, trying to reach him. Expecting it, Hess stepped back and brought the cattle prod down, striking Steve’s legs. The snap of electricity was a loud crack, the smell of ozone immediate and McGarrett yelped.
Hess lashed out again and again, legs, chest and abdomen and McGarrett tried to twist away, but the electricity twisted and arced over his muscles, paralysing and shocking in terrible symmetry. Breathing hard, breaking out in a sweat, Steve groaned, and growled but hung helpless. Hess had a sick satisfied smile and he laughed, “Not so high and mighty now, are you?”
He punctuated his disdain with another hit and Steve arced with pain as the rod mouth connected, blue electricity racing over his side. “Hey!”
Hess slowly turned, eyes wide, smile stiff and Danny stared back, “Wait, wait, I’m impersonating a piñata because he killed your brother? Terrific. Dude, you’re awful big and tough with him tied up and you with big stick. Not exactly fair now, is it?”
“Who said life was fair, Agent Williams. You want a turn too?” Hess’s smile was nasty, and he moved before Danny could protest. The snap and hiss of the cattle prod turned into an all encompassing burn that lasted far too long. More interested in playing with McGarrett, Hess sneered at Danny and turned back to Steve.
The distraction of Danny and a turned back was all Steve needed and he attacked, pulling himself up, long legs cycling open and around Hess’s neck. In the confusion of the attack, Hess dropped the cattle prod and tried to free himself by punching Steve’s legs. But McGarrett was strong, pissed off and really motivated. He squeezed his legs and Hess gurgled, struggling to breathe.
Hess fumbled at his belt and Danny cried out in warning as he drew a knife, but there was nothing Steve could do. In desperation, Hess stabbed the knife into the thigh choking him and twisted the blade. McGarrett snarled in pain, long canines snapping, glistening with salvia. He didn’t let go though.
Not wasting the opportunity either, Danny pulled his knees to his chest, hissing at the strain on his arms and kicked up, right leg stiff. The metal hook he was tied to was linked to a moving rail, in order make storing meat easier, more mobile. The kick went wide, and rattled the rail, jarring his arms.
Hess and McGarrett were still struggling, a mixed of panicked groans and growls, trying to outlast each other. Stretching his cramped and tingling fingers up, Danny got a better handhold on the hook and crunched up and kicked again. The rail and hook rattled, and something gave a little in the slack. But it was too solid to break but another idea clicked when he noticed the space above the rail. Taking a deep breath, shooting McGarrett a quick look, Danny swung his legs up, groaning and hooked his leg on the rail. With the strain off his arms, he started pulling on the chain wrapped around his wrists and the hook.
McGarrett had had a fierce, determined growl on his face, while Hess was fading. In the close confines of the meat locker, the gunshot was deafening and Danny froze when McGarrett yelped.
Running feet echoed in the room, someone’s frantic breathing and Danny focused on the chains, rather than give in to the urge to check McGarrett. The metal chain might have been silver plated but it wasn’t pure so it was barely stung, and was slowly pulling apart.
Half expecting it, Danny none the less growled in pain as something hard and sharp struck his exposed back and a surge of electricity jolted his spine. The drop was uncontrolled and he caught his ankle on the rail as he fell. Blinking away sweat, Danny snarled at the vibrating with nervous energy man in front of him. Gripping the cattle prod tightly and waving it like a shield, the Asian man stammered, “Hess? Talk to me!”
McGarrett was slowly swinging, twisting slightly with the rebound motion. A growing patch of dark blood was spreading across the dark blue material of his jeans. Scanning the rest of him, lean torso rigid with pain, Danny tried to spot any indication of a bullet wound. Hess was rolling on the floor coughing, clutching his throat.
“Hess!”
Keeping his gaze on the nervous Asian guy, Danny pulled on the chain quietly, ignoring the flare of pain as it bit into his wrist. He smiled at the little guy with the fo mullet and drawled, teeth showing, “Hey, moron. Do yourself a favour and let us go. Maybe you’ll live long enough to see daylight.”
“Shut up!” came the snappy rejoinder and the cattle prod was waved in what was supposed to be a threatening manner. “Get the hell up, Hess!”
Still coughing, face bright red, Victor struggled to his feet, eyes hot and furious. McGarrett finally got his random spinning under control, long toes dragging on the floor, anchoring him. Wasting no more time, Hess pulled out a gun from the back of his jeans and yelled, “Time to die, McGarrett!”
Danny and Steve acted instantly, Steve kicking out, heel connecting with Hess’s hand, who had stupidly come too close again. Danny pulled, uncaring of the damage to his wrists. For a long second the chain held and then snapped, and Danny dropped down, cat feet first and leapt at the wide eyed Asian guy. Eyes like saucers, he screamed trying to use the cattle prod and pull a gun at the same time, backing up fast, and Danny ducked, and spun his leg up in a stiff round house kick. The blow was solid, hard, and straight to the guy’s chest. His gun skittered across the floor and the Asian dude collapsed with a grunt.
Ignoring him, Danny pivoted on one foot and charged Hess, who was just recovering from the kick. McGarrett was still fighting the chain, trying to snap it like Danny, mouth full of teeth, snarling. Danny tackled Hess and crushed him to the floor like a ton of bricks.
It might have been instinct or luck, but Hess fired and the bullet burned across Danny’s bicep. The breath knocked out of him, Hess only had a split second to form a soundless ‘No,’ as Danny struck. Feeling his canines grow, long and sharp, lips cracking and bleeding, Danny bit down, hard.
It wasn’t quite the jugular as Hess shifted, more the meat between neck and shoulder. Hess screamed. He tasted bitter and salty, all wrong and Danny only managed a couple of mouthfuls before spitting it out and gagging, “What the hell?”
“Danny!” Twisting around, hands still pinning Hess, Danny caught a glimpse of the Asian guy scrambling for his gun and pointing it straight at him.
Blinding snatching up Hess’s gun, and rolling off the guy, Danny pulled the trigger, nice and smooth, twice. Asian dude dropped as the shots hit centre mass, his chest exploding in a mess of blood.
Hess, though, wasn’t down, definitely not and Danny’s world exploded into white pain. Fire, blue and sharp in his mind, tore through his stomach as Hess stabbed him. Pressing one hand to the wound, keeping a habitual grip on the gun, Danny curled over, protecting himself, roaring in pain. On his knees, neck slick with black blood, Hess grinned, spun the blade in his hand and raised his arm to strike again.
The freight train of Steve McGarrett ploughed into him, and they both went ass over tea kettle, rolling a few feet. The knife went flying, glinting briefly in the harsh fluorescent light, landing with a clink. Williams turned awkwardly, neck stiff, to check Steve and Hess.
McGarrett was fast, taking control, straddling Hess’s back, hands swift and sure. The movement was precise and clinical, hands under Hess’s chin, and then twist and snap. Hess dropped instantly, jaw slack, eyes vacant, neck broken.
Chest heaving, hands shaking, Steve stood, staggering as his leg trembled, and backed away from Hess. Satisfied but in real trouble, Danny rolled away, and half crawled, half stumbled towards the corpse of the Asian guy. The silver inflicted wound was still burning and could weaken him to the point of death, before he’d heal naturally. Danny dropped to his knees next to the dead guy whose chest wound was sluggish and oozing, no heart beat to pump out any more blood.
He was still warm, and Danny didn’t think about it as he half lifted him off the floor and bit into his neck. He drank as fast as he could, while the blood was still warm and liquid. It wasn’t often that he got blood this fresh and he savoured it.
Only once he felt the burn fade and the wound begin to heal, did he stop. Gently he put the body down, and slowly climbed to his feet, heady with the rush of hot blood. McGarrett was close, watching him, an odd expression on his face.
“What?”
Blinking, Steve seemed to come back to himself, and sighed, “Nothing.” He limped forward, looking drained and tired.
“Yeah, right,” Danny grinned, feeling better every second. He reached out to steady McGarrett, who let him. “Not healing up, yet?”
“Silver wound, dumb ass.”
The room was rank with the sweet aroma of blood, so Danny didn’t even notice McGarrett’s odd odour anymore. Shoving a shoulder under McGarrett’s wounded side, Danny finally saw where the bullet had hit. A shallow graze across his back, raw and weeping. “Ouch,” Danny sympathised and Steve mumbled something.
The door wasn’t far and as they limped towards it, Danny chirped up, “So, what the hell was he? Hess.”
McGarrett coughed, and shrugged, jostling them both, “No idea. Better send Chin and Kono back to salt and burn the bodies.”
“Sure, Rookie’s get the clean up detail afterall.”
The door was open, and Danny couldn’t smell anyone outside, so they edged through, careful of Steve’s leg. “Thanks,” McGarrett muttered.
“Don’t thank me yet, we still gotta get back to the office.”
“No, for ... “
Eyebrows raised, a little offended, Danny chuffed, “What you expected me to save myself and leave you hanging?”
Steve didn’t look at him, just focused on moving forward, face set, blank. “Could have.”
Danny let him limp a few more steps, trying to come up with a less insulting comeback, and finally settled on, “Moron. Wolf or not, you’re on my team. Partners look out for each other, kay?”
McGarrett’s grin was goofy and he rolled his eyes, “Got it.”
“Awesome, now let’s get out of here before you faint like a little girl.”
“Hey!”
*bprd*h50*
Kono gingerly opened the fridge in the break room and peered inside. With Danny and Steve now working with them, you had to be careful with what you took out of the fridge. Just yesterday, Kono had nearly poured Danny’s O neg into her coffee thinking it was milk. And the day before Chin had choked on Steve’s raw liver sandwich, mixing it up with his BLT.
Danny, thinking it was bloody (pun intention) hilarious, had stuck labels on all the food last night. Reaching for her low fat milk, bypassing the ‘brand new’ tin of premium dog food with Steve’s name scrawled all over it, in Danny’s handwriting, Kono grinned broadly.
Cleaning up the meat locker hadn’t been her favourite activity so far, but Chin had helped and Kono couldn’t help but be glad that some good had come from it all. Sure Hess was dead and any information he might have had was gone. It seemed simple enough, Steve killed Hess’s brother on a mission with his SEAL team a few months. Hess killed Steve’s father in revenge and then tried to kill him. There were still questions though. How had Hess known the McGarretts were werewolves? What or who had made the odd footprint outside in the yard? Hess? Was there a link to the Kappa Tong or not?
Either way, Danny and Steve were both sticking around to figure it out, and help with the Kappa. McGarrett wanted more answers and Danny was convinced Hess had been ‘something’ weird.
Grabbing her coffee, Kono ambled out of the break room, and headed towards the main computer room. Loud, heated voices were echoing down the quiet hall as she approached and Kono smiled. Turned out, Steve and Danny didn’t mind each other ‘too’ much. Something had settled between them, and while they hadn’t stopped poking and teasing, it was ... better. Friendlier.
“No, no, way in Hell, McGarrett! If Batman and Wonder Woman hooked up, Superman would so totally have a problem with it!”
“He’s got Lois, Danny!”
Danny was laying on the leather couch, hands waving about, mostly in Steve’s direction, while McGarrett was lounging in an arm chair, sipping on something hot. Chin shot her an amused look from the large computer, and Kono returned it.
“So not the point, dude! If I had Wonder Woman throwing herself at me, I’d at least be keeping my options open!”
“You’re not Superman, Danny.”
“And you’re not Eric Estrada!”
“Totally am.”
Sinking down into the chair next to Chin, Kono sighed, “Do I want to know?”
Chin’s smile was bright, “Not really.”
“Kay.”
Things were definitely looking up. The place already felt – more homey. Well, right up until the moment she saw an eyeball floating in her coffee.
“ARGH!”
*bprd*h50*
Fin
Authors Note:
I have had plot bunnies tormenting me about BPRD AUs for years. And I have finally finished one \o/. This is not a crossover, but more a fusion AU. So:
Danny: Moonlight based canon vampire. i.e. Able to withstand the sun. Stakes do not kill. Silver poisons and only beheading or fire kill vampires. Turned a vampire.
Steve: Teen Wolf based canon werewolf, i.e. a Beta. Can control his change, not a real hairy, wolf kinda shift (almost like the SPN werewolves) but in control of the shift. Upper and bottom canines expand during the shift. Silver and wolfsbane can kill (and beheading/dismemberment). Born a werewolf.
Er... not as much bantering as I normally like to write Steve and Danny, as I was more interested in the AU versions of them. I hope this wasn’t too OOC, because this was pushing the limits on IC for me. Steve in the pilot was very ‘reasonable’ at times for a son who had lost a father and Danny very flaily. So I decided to write their meeting a little differently (with more hurt, obviously) and have Steve more grief stricken and Danny in control.
And I love vamp!Danny so much! Sigh.
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Thanks so much!
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I may do more, in fact, I probably will. Glad you liked it :)
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I love the Kono and the Danny POV! I love Danny as a vampire! I love the idea of H50 being a secret agency that deals with the supernatural.
Thank you! :)
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Thanks!
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“Moron. Wolf or not, you’re on my team. Partners look out for each other, kay?”
It's so nice that some things never change! :D
I hope you'll write more stories in this 'verse, I'd definitely love to read them. :)
As an afterthought, I hope you don't mind me
stalking your journalfriending you. *g*no subject
friend away, my dear. :)
And thanks for the stream of pleasant ego boosting feedback ;)
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You're very welcome! Thanks for writing all those nice stories for us! :)