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"What sort of breakfast do you call this?"

"Egg whites are very nutritious. They--"

"Who do you think I am, Rocky Balboa? All I asked was that you get me a donut. I'd go out for one myself, but I'd get mobbed."

Steve rolled his eyes. Fifteen years of babysitting celebrities, and the first diva he met was a man his own age.

"Looks like you're stuck with egg whites, then," said Steve, and pulled a face.

Then, from nowhere, Danny Williams laughed.

"Danny," he said, holding out a hand.

"Steve McGarrett."

~

Danny wasn't so bad. Steve really was concerned for his health, though; the guy didn't ever seem to rest. Between red carpet events, rehearsing, performing, traveling, and shouting at his ex-wife over the phone, not to mention bitching about the food, Steve was surprised he had any time to sleep.

Not that Steve was a positive influence on that front. The other day he'd been walking back to his room at the hotel after picking up pizza, only to bump into Danny on the way.

"Damn it, McGarrett! Watch where you're--no, monkey. Of course I didn't say that. I'm talking to Steve's brother, uh, Dominic."

"Nice save," Steve mouthed, trying to imagine how he could possibly have come up in conversation between Danny and his daughter.

"Okay, so maybe I said it. But I'm an adult, so I'm allowed to say these sort of things."

As Grace's laughter rang tinnily down the phone, Danny made clear through a complicated process of mime that he was going to have some of that pizza, McGarrett, and there were no two ways about it.

"You have to go? Well, that's okay, monkey. I'm just about to have my dinner too. Remember, Danno loves you."

"Danno?"

"Don't, Steve. Just - don't even try."

"What? I like it. It's sweet. Danno. Kind of undermines your whole rockstar persona, though."

"Babe, nothing about me is sweet. Okay?"

"Whatever, Danno," said Steve, clapping him on the shoulder with his free hand. "You want to steal my pizza in your room or mine?"

"I've got cable."

"Sold."

~

"What--is that pineapple? You messed up pizza. I can't believe you messed up pizza."

~

They weren't friends, or anything. They were colleagues. And okay, maybe they watched the game together when they had a spare evening (so rarely), and maybe Danny was trying to teach Steve how to play the guitar ("My fingers are too big"; "If Meatloaf played guitar, so can you"; "I don't think Meatloaf played, Danny"), but Steve was still getting paid for the privilege.

The day Danny was nearly killed...not so much fun.

Chin acted first, and he acted fast. All that time playing video games instead of working on the light shows must have paid off, because he spotted that the guy was packing the moment he sauntered in, and blocked his path to Danny. Steve didn't notice Chin's frantic hand gestures; he was too busy trying to master a G chord and being mocked by Danny, so it was Kono who moved first when the guy lifted his gun. She tackled him, sending him face-first into the floor, but not before he got a shot off.

The bullet ripped through Danny's favourite guitar, but change the angle by ten degrees and it would have ripped straight through Danny.

"Shit," said Danny, putting his hand on Steve's shoulder. "You okay?"

You okay? As though Steve was the one that needed protected. Ten years, and not one nutjob had come within a hundred feet of a client, let alone with a weapon.

"You're going to need a security detail, Mr. Williams" said Steve. Kono could lead it. She was clearly better than him at the job, and she was only a rookie. "Say goodbye to private time. And there's no more picking up Grace by yourself, either."

He stalked off to deal with the aftermath and, though he tried to hide it, he was just as shaken as Danny.

They weren't friends, or anything.

And he'd do well to remember it.

~

"So, where's the security detail, McGarrett? I was expecting a freaking platoon, the way you were talking."

"I can't find a whole team in a matter of hours, Danny. So I'm on watch myself tonight."

Danny ran a hand through his hair.

"That's ridiculous. You saw Anton Hesse - he's crazy. Do you think he has an accomplice? Huh? Some sort of wacky brother, bent on revenge?"

Steve said nothing, focusing on the corridor wall opposite, instead of Danny's open door.

"You're an idiot, Steven."

True.

"I mean it," said Danny, going to the door. "Come on, babe. I'm not a tweener - no one would have guessed I'd attract the attention of someone like him."

"I should have."

"Steve. Hey. Get over here."

If Steve stayed at his post now, that would be it. Client and employee. Technically, though, Danny was ordering him. So he might as well--

The shock of recognition crashed down his back like a post-surfing shower. He knew that scramble of denial, the twist in his gut that meant he was clutching at straws.

He couldn't panic too long, though, because Danny was in his face, bitching.

"Are you listening to me, McGarrett? I don't care if you have to shadow me everywhere I go - hell, it might be nice to have a chauffeur so long as you don't drive like maniac; and Grace really wants to meet you - but if you clam up on me, I swear--"

"I won't clam up."

"Then come in and watch the game. You can protect me just as well from inside my room."

Steve's resolve crumbled in a matter of seconds, which was shameful.

~

It was quite hard for Steve to organise a transfer discreetly when his every waking moment was spent with Danny. Not that he was trying, particularly.

Grace had taken to calling him "Uncle Steve". Danny was encouraging her.

~

"What if someone climbs in my window?"

"We're on the ninth floor."

Hesse had been committed, and there were no specific threats, but Steve had to remain vigilant in the weeks following the attack. If that meant sleeping in the room next to Danny's, and watching old cop shows with him, he could deal. Besides, if he played down the danger he could be out of a job. And he liked this job.

"You sleeping next door won't help me if someone gets into my room during the night, McGarrett."

Steve shuffled back on the bed so he was propped up against the headboard. It was ridiculous, of course, but looking at Danny now, he'd almost think that he was flirting.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

Danny wouldn't break the eye contact, and it was making Steve nervous. He could feel his muscles start to tense up, and in the background Point Break rumbled towards the closing credits. Danny rolled his eyes.

"What do you want, McGarrett, an engraved invitation? You don't have to be so--" Danny waved his hands in the air "--so awkward all the time. All I'm trying to do is test the waters, you know? I want to see if you'd be open to--"

Danny stopped, closed his eyes, breathed out through his nose and tried again.

"Look. It's fine that you're not--I mean, I wasn't expecting you to, so can we not make this any weirder than it already is and just forget about it, already?"

Despite himself, despite how insanely unprofessional their relationship already was, Steve grinned.

"You really want me, huh?"

Danny bristled.

"Well I did, asshole, god knows why. You'll probably want to sell that knowledge now; the money from that scoop would save you from working for a couple of months. TMZ might be willing to--"

"We really need to work on your trust issues," said Steve. "You never gave me time to respond. Actually, you never even asked my opinion."

Danny stared at him for a little more before he spoke again. This time Steve could hold his gaze without any problems. Eventually, Danny started complaining; that was a good sign.

"No offence, McGarrett, but the paranoid bodyguard telling me I need to trust other people more? Pot, meet kettle. Also, you're one of the - if not the most - most frustrating people I know, so--"

"Danno, shut up and let me protect you in peace."

~

then porn? Idk, I'm not sure if I like this fill, but I wrote it, so I might as well post it.

Well, I think this is awesome and I don't even watch H50! =)

This is great just the way it is, it doesn't need the porn :)

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