Steve McGarrett

The days have been busier for them, between Danny's heightened responsibilities at the IPD and Steve's decision to run for Council a second term. Sometimes, the only moments when they manage to locate one another are in bed, asleep, and then waking up in the morning to do it all over again. It might be a taste of what life would be like if they'd gone and done this back home, with work slipping to the forefront for a while until they managed to get their bearings.

It's why, when Danny suggests an early evening game of baseball, just the two of them, Steve doesn't hesitate - though what he sees when he finally gets there is enough to warrant some surprise, and maybe a little teasing. He's only seen Danny in a shirt and tie - and a t-shirt, more often, for sleeping - but he doesn't know what to say when he happens upon his husband wearing a pair of cargo pants - his cargo pants.

"Okay, I'm actually at a loss for words in this moment," he says, holding up a hand. "Did you have an aneurysm of your own when I wasn't looking?"

The night after Kate had showed up to apologize hadn't exactly gone over well with Danny. Steve gets that now, but it hadn't stopped Danny from forcibly banning him to the spare room as punishment. It's going on two days now since he's been in their bed, and he's not exactly feeling like dragging it out is completely justified, but he's not going to broach the subject until Danny's ready to talk about it. He was only met with grunts when he attempted it the first time.

The reason he finally buckles and goes to Danny is another thing entirely. He's in the rec room, perusing through the reels to watch something, to keep his mind off of everything going on, when his hands touch one that has him frowning as he reads the title, finally cueing it up to watch and sitting back. That relaxed posture doesn't last long, and less than ten seconds in, Steve jumps to his feet, moving to stop the reel before it plays any further. He's running up to the Children's Office, narrowly missing running into people until he throws open the door, wildly searching around for the man.

"Danny! Danny, Danny, Danno," he murmurs urgently, keeping his voice low for any potentially sleeping kids, but what he can't control is the excitement and impatience in his tone.

It only takes Steve a day to find a new hut, close to the beach and big enough for his liking.

It takes a little longer than that to find supplies to improve it a little, but the island is full of natural resources provided that one knows how to look for them. The landscape is eerily similar to Hawaii, though Steve's already been warned (multiple times, and all of them by Danny) not to go anywhere near where the dinosaurs are guaranteed to be. Barring that, he doesn't mind exploring for the necessary items he can mold into something that will work. The tools he borrows from the Compound basement

The roof of the hut has a few patches that need fixing, so after weaving together some of the sturdier leaves into waterproof seals, he's up there in the early morning hours to secure them down, whistling with slightly pursed lips while he wields a hammer and a couple nails.

(Those familiar with the song might recognize a certain melody in the whistling.)