Chapter Twelve

Title: The Little Things

Pairing: Danny/Bella? Danny, Bella, Steve.

Summary: When Joe made the call he knew hell was about to be let loose, but to get Steve back Joe knew this was the only way. Here enters Isabella McGarrett and her team. Ki’ilua Re-write. The McGarrett Series

Author Note: I really wish I did own H50 or Twilight but I don’t.

Third POV

Chapter Twelve

Bella brushed off Jasper with a complicated hand signal that meant later before wincing as she got up into the Helo and sat in front of her brother, her back against Danny’s legs while Jasper sat at her side and Boomer next to him since the others took up the space, she could see Garrett in the little alcove.

“Hey Stevie.” She greeted softly but loud enough that he could hear her over the thrum of the Helicopters rotors.

“Sabel.” The name fell from his lips in relief before he frowned. “What are you doing here? I didn’t…” he trailed off and Bella knew what he meant.

The team, all of them that knew Bella and Steve both knew that the look on her face meant a discussion was about to happen. “Steven J. McGarrett, you listen and listen well. I will always be your sister and no matter how many times you hurt me and vice versa, no matter if you say I am dead to you… I will always drop everything for you, I will always come for you. You are my brother and I love you, so if I get another call that you are captured by some asshole again…” she trailed off, leaving the threat open.

“What happened to Wo Fat?” He asked after a few seconds of silence, earning a snort from somewhere behind them. Danny turned his head towards Nomad with his brows raised and just received a smothered smirk, oh this had him curious.

“You went after him didn’t you?” Danny asked before squinting his eyes, he could see something was not right but he knew to leave it for now. “What did you do?”

Steve’s brows rose as his sister threw his best friend a smirk and waggled her brows.

“I told you Jersey, was gonna go pop some caps in someone’s ass, so I did.” She shrugged before the smile turned predatory and her eyes turned hard that had many that was looking at her on edge. “I did it right after I drove Clarice right to the hilt in his skull.”

No one said a word but many were surprised, Blackout wasn’t. They had seen the state of their leader when they got her out of the bunker not long ago, they were worried she’d never have the use of her arms again or the ability to move at all and she worked her ass off to get strong again with a vow to kill the bastard one day.

Steve didn’t say a word as he saw his sister close off, her eyes going distant and lean further back into his partner and turned her head out towards the open sky. He turned his eyes up at Danny, his mouth open and words forming only to snap it shut as Danny shakes his head with a laugh.

“No, don’t. You can… you can thank me when we get back to Oahu.” The Jersey native explained loudly with a smirk.

Chin smiled wide and lent forward a bit too where Steve could see and hear him. “You can thank me by being the best man at my wedding. I’m getting married.”

Cheer went up around them from everyone and no one could miss the bright happy smile on the Hawaiians face. It was a light heartening topic for some and Bella snuck her hand under and squeezed Emmett’s hand, the topic was always a sore spot for her.

“No, don’t do it! It’s a terrible idea!” Danny teased a wide grin upon his face.

“Thank you. I appreciate the support.” Chin laughed, gesturing between them.

“Seriously, don’t get married. Just find a woman you really hate…” Danny yelled with a wide grin, his hand falling down on Bella’s shoulder causing her to hiss silently, before averting her eyes as Jasper’s hawk ears pick up the sound of pain and eyes narrow in on her.

Laughter picked up around her but it was nothing to the screaming roar in her ears and the white hot agony that flared up her neck and white out her vision. It took her several long agonizing seconds to get her bearings back and thankfully no one but her two team members saw and knew of her pain.

“I was steak and pizza when I get home with a whole bottle of scotch and three days of sleep.” She grit out trying to take her mind off the pain.

“Don’t even talk about food Little Foot; I’m craving Rosie’s…” Emmett began with a lascivious smile.

“I swear to god if the next thing out of your mouth is inappropriate McCarty then I am going to kick you off the helicopter.” Jasper warned sharply.

Emmett chuckled and held up his hands. “I was sayin’, I’m craving Rosie’s pulled pork burgers.”

“Can we just say that any food of any variety that doesn’t come out of a silver pack or is dried would be nice? Maybe when we get home we can have a barbeque and toss in all our things, I’m dying for some good ol’ mama’s cheese enchiladas and tamales.” Peter’s voice drawled over Blackout’s comms causing them to laugh and Jasper to scowl.

Jasper’s family was a miss-mash. Rosalie was adopted into the family at 16 but still kept her last name when her parents died and his mom and dad didn’t have the heart to leave her where she was, in the position she was in. Peter was born via a surrogate mother but Jasper and his mom died two weeks before Maria gave birth in a car accident. It nearly destroyed their small family from what he could remember but Maria stuck around and made sure they were okay, she too grieving for the loss of her best friend.

Maria and their father got married about ten years back, it took them a while and when all three Whitlock’s and – sorry Hale – drove it into his skull that they didn’t care, that mom wouldn’t care for him to move on and that they loved Maria.

Garrett chuckled and cracked his neck, his whole back aching from sitting in the cramped position. “I really want some of that Jambalaya Shrimp from Kamekona’s.”

“What about you guys?” Bella asked acknowledging Team 9 and Five-0.

“Oh now, I can get some of that Jambalaya.” Joe replied with a smile but Bella could see he wanted to frown when he cast a look down at her. Yeah, no one knew she and Blackout lived on the island. To their records they don’t exist and to their army, CIA, Special Forces and every other file they have each live in different parts of the mainland.

Texas, New York, Tennessee.

But Bella and Emmett were Hawaiian bred and raised till they hit their teen years; Bella was shipped off to the mainland after the Mom Incident and Emmett’s dad got a promotion. They all went to different training academies and Peter was in the Airforce Special Forces and Garrett was a Special Ops too.

“I’m with Bella on this one; I really want a proper pizza. Homemade tomato paste, motz, peperoni… I miss Jersey for the pies.” Danny laughed out, smirking at Steve as he rolled his eyes. “Fruit and ham do not belong on a pizza Steven.”

“Bella you have to agree with me, pineapple on pizza is perfectly acceptable.” Steve was grasping at straws now and it suddenly struck her how distant she and her brother really were. They once used to share everything about each other and now… now he doesn’t even know that she can’t stand the tropical fruit.

Emmett’s booming laughter echoed loudly over the helicopters roar. “Are you kidding, boss lady hates the fruit. It’s banned from all dinners, barbeques and homes.”

Steve just looked at his sister stunned as she turned her eyes downcast from his own, she used to love it. “It was an op gone wrong and I was stuck in a container of rotting pineapples for a day in the middle of a heatwave.”

Many people blanched at that including Chin and Kono who was listening in. They knew the smell of the rotting fruit and shuddered about being stuck in it for a whole day in the heat.

They didn’t envy her there.

Author Note: *chuckles*



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