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Five Badasses Steve McGarrett Has Worked With/Five people Steve has worked with who are just as crazy as he is:
1) Gibbs - seminar at Annapolis
went in expecting same old "don't contaminate the crime scene" bullshit he knew from his dad, but Gibbs spends 10 minutes on that and then 2 days on how to crime-solve in isolated areas.
walks in, does a double take at civvies plus high-and-tight
2) Olivia - barfight, Australia on leave with Marines
He saw the man's arm swing back and moved to block the punch, but the woman was clinging to his arm at the worst possible angle; if he ducked, she'd take the hit. He braced himself....
Only to watch the guy's fist swing through the air in front of his face as the man toppled over backwards, helped down by a foot to his knee and hands pulling on his shoulders. The hands belonged to a slender blonde woman, about 5'8" dressed in shades of black and grey, who bent over the momentarily-stunned sailor and said, "Don't move, or I'll add assaulting a superior officer to your charges. Turn over and put your hands behind your back." Looking over her shoulder, she said, "I've got zipties in my bag, pass them to me?"
Steve glanced around and found her (practical, khaki) sling bag on the ground about five feet away, right at the edge of the gathering crowd. Feeling somewhat awkward, he fished around and found the bundle of plastic strips tucked neatly into a interior pocket. He pulled out two and passed them over. If he had felt awkward digging in a strange woman's purse a second ago, he felt even more ridiculous standing holding her purse while she briskly restrained the asshole, pulled out a cell phone from her back pocket, and called in a precise account of the incident to someone.
"Hey, Sid, the usual, and uh--" He glanced at Olivia.
"Whiskey, neat," she said. Sid nodded approvingly at her, and turned away.
He returned with their drinks, and Olivia raised an eyebrow. "What is that?" she said, her mouth crooking up in amused disbelief as Sid slid their glasses over.
"Blue Hawaiian," Steve said gruffly, hunching over his glass protectively. "They're the only place I've found who makes them like home."
She laughs, and it lights her face up. He wants to get her to do it again. "So you're from Hawaii?"
He grins down at her. "Haven't been home in awhile, but yeah."
maybe he 'forgets' his wallet? Or tries, and she calls him on it
3) Damian - raid in West Africa; TV in Sept 2010
"Wait, what do you mean you *know* that guy?" Danny said, disbelief in his voice. "You can't even see his face!"
"Yeah, but I recognize his voice," Steve replied absently. "Worked with him a few years ago, on this raid outside D--" He caught himself, and smirked at Danny. "In West Africa. Good man, great undercover operative. Last I heard, he'd transferred to the Gendarmarie Nationale."
"So he's a buddy of yours?" Danny asked. He rolled his eyes. "Of course he is. The guy's just exposed a plot involving a nuclear bomb and corrupt government officials in downtown Paris. Why am I not surprised?"
Later, some careful Googling found the full version of the video -- with a translation, since Steve's French was pretty rusty -- leaked by the anonymous cameraperson who had filmed the encounter. The clip only showed the two government officials and the names were carefully bleeped out, but the more Steve heard, the more sure he became that the man offscreen was Damien. It wasn't just the voice - how many people were that earnestly idealistic?
He hesitated, then picked up his cell and dialed.
"Hey, Cath, can you find a number for me?"
Cath came through in record time, once he promised to share the story with her afterwards. Steve fumbled a bit calling the international number from the office phone -- no way was he going to have that charge on his personal cell -- but finally the phone started ringing.
"Allô, oui?" a voice answered warily.
"Bonjour, Damien. C'est Steve McGarrett. [do you remember me?]"
After a surprised pause, Damien said, "What did I tell you about trying to speak French, McGarrett?" His soft accent did its best to smooth out the harsh sound of Steve's name - and as usual, failed.
"That my efforts to learn a new language were charming and admirable?" Steve said, grinning.
"I believe there was some threat of violence, but now I remember that never did work on you." Steve laughed, and Damien said, "So, why this call after so long? Don't tell me you're in Paris, SEALs never get to see anything so civilized."
"Nah, I'm home now, in Hawaii. Saw your little video at the office, and my curiosity got the better of me."
"You have a good memory for voices," said Damien, clearly stalling for time.
"Yep. Now, c'mon, I want all the details. Who was that guy with you? I thought you worked alone."
"What the matter, man? Did something happen while you were in there?"
There was a long silence. "I almost set off the bomb," Damien said reluctantly.
"What?"
"I thought I was disarming it. Leito - the man who was with me - figured it out and stopped me, but I almost killed two million people."
"Jesus," Steve said.
"Yeah," Steve said, thinking about Danny. "Sometimes it's good to have backup. Even when you think you don't want it."
"I still work alone."
"Maybe you just need someone who can keep up with you, that's all."
-asks about his mother (Phone Tag! ;) (and some side Steve angst re:his dad)
4) Eliot - locked up by bad guys in Hawaii
5) Sam Hanna - post-DADT drinks on leave in Honolulu
NO WAIT. Hetty knows the Governor, so when a suspect they need heads to Hawaii, she calls in a favor, and the Gov makes Steve pick said suspect up and deliver him to Hetty's agent (drumroll, please) -- Sam! Who knows Steve from the SEALs, natch
"You're lucky I'm here at all. I think Kensi had plans to wound me and take my place."
Alice
Duchess tells him he's an idiot:
"You should have gone with her."
"Well, it's always nice to feel wanted."
"Don't play the fool, I've had far more practice than you. That girl cares for you. She could have had a king and she turned him down."
"And I suppose you're the expert in love, now?"
She looked away, to where the new king was greeting the (former) Resistance leaders, sleek and unreadable, and said, "I can tell where it isn't, at least."
"I'm... looking for a patient?" he said, hoping that this hospital-type place, at least, was the same -- unlike the buses that rolled down the street instead of traveling up and down, or the utter lack of either hovercraft or horses, or the funny accents everyone had, which all reminded him painfully of Alice.
"Are you a relative?"
"Um, no?"
The desk woman eyed him over the rim of her glasses. He reminded himself that he had stared down a Jabberwock, and stood his ground. She said dryly, "If you're not family, then who are you?"
"I- Um, well..." Damnit, he was a liar by trade and practice! Why was it so difficult to say she was important to him?
A new voice chimed in from behind him. "You must be the construction worker! Julie said he was c-... I mean, that's you, right? You're the one who found her?"
He turned on his heel. Another nurse was hovering there, staring innocently at him. He loved innocents. They were so easy to manipulate.
"Yes, yes I am," he said. Technically, not untrue.
"That is so sweet!" she cooed.
He smiled bashfully. (He hoped it was bashful, anyways. That version was a bit rusty. Smugglers seldom needed to be bashful.) Catching one of her hands in his, he asked, "How is she? Can I see her?"
She gave him a sympathetic look. "I'm sorry, sir, we really can't give any personal information unless you're a family member." Lowering her voice, she added, "She's gone home, anyway."
His stomach dropped into his shoes. It was never a pleasant feeling, especially not after the time as a child when he'd seen old Bill's stomach actually drop into his shoes, courtesy of the suits. Even metaphorically, it was pretty awful.
"What's your name, again?"
"Hatter," he said absently.
"And your first name?"
Oh hell. All the names were so different here. He glanced around for inspiration. "St. David's Hospital" was emblazoned on the wall behind her head. Who was he to deny fate and all that?
"David. David Hatter."
[on phone with her mom]
"After the ambulance came, I kept wondering what happened to her, but the paper never reported it after the first article and the hospital can't tell me anything, but one of the nurses gave me your number, and I was hoping you could tell me...." He trailed off hopefully. People loved to fill a void, or a silence. Like the great Vacuum Victory in the days of the White Knights.
"Oh, that is so sweet of you. I'm sorry you were worried - Alice is just fine, we got home a few minutes ago."
"That's... that's great news," he said.
She continued, "I really can't thank you enough for finding her. Is there anything I can do for you? I know, why don't you come over for dinner tonight? You can meet Alice, and I'm told my lasagna is worth the trip."
"I - Sounds brilliant! Um, can you tell me how to get there?"
Tangled
“Don't freak out!” Rapunzel said, waving her hands frantically. “I'll punch you again!”
Eugene took a deep breath, and reined it in.
His emotions, however, had been picking up bad habits from Maximus, and promptly kicked him in the face.
Seriously, coming back from the dead? So handled it. With a witty quip, even! And okay, the kiss had been kind of awesome, but they'd been building on that for awhile, though he was never going to get tired of how tiny Rapunzel was in his arms. Especially relative to the force of her punch when she hit him and called him an idiot for the hair. (Possibly deserved that, but it seemed like a good idea at the time. Man, the consequences of not dying heroically when you try....)
But the lost princess? Rapunzel? REALLY?
Oh, man, she was so out of his league.
Bones-NCIS crossover
"Dr. Temperance Brennan? Ah! Why didn't you just say so, Jethro? She's an expert in analyzing skeletal remains, and quite a charming young - well, 'charming' is perhaps a misnomer, but she does have the most refreshing outlook on life. I met her at a conference where she was giving a lecture on the degradation of fragmented metatarsals in--"
"*Ducky*."
"Yes, quite. Anyway, I had no idea she'd turned her hand to criminal investigations. As a devotee of the circles of higher learning, she'll no doubt be conscientious about sharing information. I'll call her right away and see what she's turned up."
"Oooh, entomology is so cool! I wanted Gibbs to send me to a conference last year - y'know, see what I could pick up - but then there was that case with the guy and the woodchipper and I was stuck in the lab for a week putting Humpty-Dumpty's affects back together. Only I didn't have any horses or men. Well, except McGee."
McGee and Gibbs see Angela's hologram thing
"Nice resolution. Is that [technobabble]?"
"I have no idea. I just input the data and image it, sorry."
"McGee. Don't tell Abby about the hologram thing, or she'll want one, too."
The Artist
Peppy remembers the first years she worked in sound - the heavy booths that never quite blocked the whirr of the camera, the leaden setups and limited sets as everyone scrambled to relearn skills that had been so easy when you didn't have to worry about a microphone. The first day she came on a talkie set with a crane, she may have shed a little tear, but no one saw so it doesn't count.
It's not a great time for musicals, to be honest: the audience is sick of them. The flood of films that tried to ride on The Jazz Singer's tails up and ripped the pants right off the whole outfit. The saying goes for movies as much as actresses: you've gotta have something different. Luckily, Peppy Miller has never done a musical before, so the crowds fill the theaters.
The second picture that Peppy and George make together is the one that really shoots their star into the stratosphere. Sparkle in Love is a beauty of a premiere - laughter, applause, rave reviews - but they all know they can do better, so they do.
A crazy fellow over at Warner Bros. lights up the screen with some nutty marching band extravaganzas, and the fans go nuts for musicals all over again.
1) Gibbs - seminar at Annapolis
went in expecting same old "don't contaminate the crime scene" bullshit he knew from his dad, but Gibbs spends 10 minutes on that and then 2 days on how to crime-solve in isolated areas.
walks in, does a double take at civvies plus high-and-tight
2) Olivia - barfight, Australia on leave with Marines
He saw the man's arm swing back and moved to block the punch, but the woman was clinging to his arm at the worst possible angle; if he ducked, she'd take the hit. He braced himself....
Only to watch the guy's fist swing through the air in front of his face as the man toppled over backwards, helped down by a foot to his knee and hands pulling on his shoulders. The hands belonged to a slender blonde woman, about 5'8" dressed in shades of black and grey, who bent over the momentarily-stunned sailor and said, "Don't move, or I'll add assaulting a superior officer to your charges. Turn over and put your hands behind your back." Looking over her shoulder, she said, "I've got zipties in my bag, pass them to me?"
Steve glanced around and found her (practical, khaki) sling bag on the ground about five feet away, right at the edge of the gathering crowd. Feeling somewhat awkward, he fished around and found the bundle of plastic strips tucked neatly into a interior pocket. He pulled out two and passed them over. If he had felt awkward digging in a strange woman's purse a second ago, he felt even more ridiculous standing holding her purse while she briskly restrained the asshole, pulled out a cell phone from her back pocket, and called in a precise account of the incident to someone.
"Hey, Sid, the usual, and uh--" He glanced at Olivia.
"Whiskey, neat," she said. Sid nodded approvingly at her, and turned away.
He returned with their drinks, and Olivia raised an eyebrow. "What is that?" she said, her mouth crooking up in amused disbelief as Sid slid their glasses over.
"Blue Hawaiian," Steve said gruffly, hunching over his glass protectively. "They're the only place I've found who makes them like home."
She laughs, and it lights her face up. He wants to get her to do it again. "So you're from Hawaii?"
He grins down at her. "Haven't been home in awhile, but yeah."
maybe he 'forgets' his wallet? Or tries, and she calls him on it
3) Damian - raid in West Africa; TV in Sept 2010
"Wait, what do you mean you *know* that guy?" Danny said, disbelief in his voice. "You can't even see his face!"
"Yeah, but I recognize his voice," Steve replied absently. "Worked with him a few years ago, on this raid outside D--" He caught himself, and smirked at Danny. "In West Africa. Good man, great undercover operative. Last I heard, he'd transferred to the Gendarmarie Nationale."
"So he's a buddy of yours?" Danny asked. He rolled his eyes. "Of course he is. The guy's just exposed a plot involving a nuclear bomb and corrupt government officials in downtown Paris. Why am I not surprised?"
Later, some careful Googling found the full version of the video -- with a translation, since Steve's French was pretty rusty -- leaked by the anonymous cameraperson who had filmed the encounter. The clip only showed the two government officials and the names were carefully bleeped out, but the more Steve heard, the more sure he became that the man offscreen was Damien. It wasn't just the voice - how many people were that earnestly idealistic?
He hesitated, then picked up his cell and dialed.
"Hey, Cath, can you find a number for me?"
Cath came through in record time, once he promised to share the story with her afterwards. Steve fumbled a bit calling the international number from the office phone -- no way was he going to have that charge on his personal cell -- but finally the phone started ringing.
"Allô, oui?" a voice answered warily.
"Bonjour, Damien. C'est Steve McGarrett. [do you remember me?]"
After a surprised pause, Damien said, "What did I tell you about trying to speak French, McGarrett?" His soft accent did its best to smooth out the harsh sound of Steve's name - and as usual, failed.
"That my efforts to learn a new language were charming and admirable?" Steve said, grinning.
"I believe there was some threat of violence, but now I remember that never did work on you." Steve laughed, and Damien said, "So, why this call after so long? Don't tell me you're in Paris, SEALs never get to see anything so civilized."
"Nah, I'm home now, in Hawaii. Saw your little video at the office, and my curiosity got the better of me."
"You have a good memory for voices," said Damien, clearly stalling for time.
"Yep. Now, c'mon, I want all the details. Who was that guy with you? I thought you worked alone."
"What the matter, man? Did something happen while you were in there?"
There was a long silence. "I almost set off the bomb," Damien said reluctantly.
"What?"
"I thought I was disarming it. Leito - the man who was with me - figured it out and stopped me, but I almost killed two million people."
"Jesus," Steve said.
"Yeah," Steve said, thinking about Danny. "Sometimes it's good to have backup. Even when you think you don't want it."
"I still work alone."
"Maybe you just need someone who can keep up with you, that's all."
-asks about his mother (Phone Tag! ;) (and some side Steve angst re:his dad)
4) Eliot - locked up by bad guys in Hawaii
5) Sam Hanna - post-DADT drinks on leave in Honolulu
NO WAIT. Hetty knows the Governor, so when a suspect they need heads to Hawaii, she calls in a favor, and the Gov makes Steve pick said suspect up and deliver him to Hetty's agent (drumroll, please) -- Sam! Who knows Steve from the SEALs, natch
"You're lucky I'm here at all. I think Kensi had plans to wound me and take my place."
Alice
Duchess tells him he's an idiot:
"You should have gone with her."
"Well, it's always nice to feel wanted."
"Don't play the fool, I've had far more practice than you. That girl cares for you. She could have had a king and she turned him down."
"And I suppose you're the expert in love, now?"
She looked away, to where the new king was greeting the (former) Resistance leaders, sleek and unreadable, and said, "I can tell where it isn't, at least."
"I'm... looking for a patient?" he said, hoping that this hospital-type place, at least, was the same -- unlike the buses that rolled down the street instead of traveling up and down, or the utter lack of either hovercraft or horses, or the funny accents everyone had, which all reminded him painfully of Alice.
"Are you a relative?"
"Um, no?"
The desk woman eyed him over the rim of her glasses. He reminded himself that he had stared down a Jabberwock, and stood his ground. She said dryly, "If you're not family, then who are you?"
"I- Um, well..." Damnit, he was a liar by trade and practice! Why was it so difficult to say she was important to him?
A new voice chimed in from behind him. "You must be the construction worker! Julie said he was c-... I mean, that's you, right? You're the one who found her?"
He turned on his heel. Another nurse was hovering there, staring innocently at him. He loved innocents. They were so easy to manipulate.
"Yes, yes I am," he said. Technically, not untrue.
"That is so sweet!" she cooed.
He smiled bashfully. (He hoped it was bashful, anyways. That version was a bit rusty. Smugglers seldom needed to be bashful.) Catching one of her hands in his, he asked, "How is she? Can I see her?"
She gave him a sympathetic look. "I'm sorry, sir, we really can't give any personal information unless you're a family member." Lowering her voice, she added, "She's gone home, anyway."
His stomach dropped into his shoes. It was never a pleasant feeling, especially not after the time as a child when he'd seen old Bill's stomach actually drop into his shoes, courtesy of the suits. Even metaphorically, it was pretty awful.
"What's your name, again?"
"Hatter," he said absently.
"And your first name?"
Oh hell. All the names were so different here. He glanced around for inspiration. "St. David's Hospital" was emblazoned on the wall behind her head. Who was he to deny fate and all that?
"David. David Hatter."
[on phone with her mom]
"After the ambulance came, I kept wondering what happened to her, but the paper never reported it after the first article and the hospital can't tell me anything, but one of the nurses gave me your number, and I was hoping you could tell me...." He trailed off hopefully. People loved to fill a void, or a silence. Like the great Vacuum Victory in the days of the White Knights.
"Oh, that is so sweet of you. I'm sorry you were worried - Alice is just fine, we got home a few minutes ago."
"That's... that's great news," he said.
She continued, "I really can't thank you enough for finding her. Is there anything I can do for you? I know, why don't you come over for dinner tonight? You can meet Alice, and I'm told my lasagna is worth the trip."
"I - Sounds brilliant! Um, can you tell me how to get there?"
Tangled
“Don't freak out!” Rapunzel said, waving her hands frantically. “I'll punch you again!”
Eugene took a deep breath, and reined it in.
His emotions, however, had been picking up bad habits from Maximus, and promptly kicked him in the face.
Seriously, coming back from the dead? So handled it. With a witty quip, even! And okay, the kiss had been kind of awesome, but they'd been building on that for awhile, though he was never going to get tired of how tiny Rapunzel was in his arms. Especially relative to the force of her punch when she hit him and called him an idiot for the hair. (Possibly deserved that, but it seemed like a good idea at the time. Man, the consequences of not dying heroically when you try....)
But the lost princess? Rapunzel? REALLY?
Oh, man, she was so out of his league.
Bones-NCIS crossover
"Dr. Temperance Brennan? Ah! Why didn't you just say so, Jethro? She's an expert in analyzing skeletal remains, and quite a charming young - well, 'charming' is perhaps a misnomer, but she does have the most refreshing outlook on life. I met her at a conference where she was giving a lecture on the degradation of fragmented metatarsals in--"
"*Ducky*."
"Yes, quite. Anyway, I had no idea she'd turned her hand to criminal investigations. As a devotee of the circles of higher learning, she'll no doubt be conscientious about sharing information. I'll call her right away and see what she's turned up."
"Oooh, entomology is so cool! I wanted Gibbs to send me to a conference last year - y'know, see what I could pick up - but then there was that case with the guy and the woodchipper and I was stuck in the lab for a week putting Humpty-Dumpty's affects back together. Only I didn't have any horses or men. Well, except McGee."
McGee and Gibbs see Angela's hologram thing
"Nice resolution. Is that [technobabble]?"
"I have no idea. I just input the data and image it, sorry."
"McGee. Don't tell Abby about the hologram thing, or she'll want one, too."
The Artist
Peppy remembers the first years she worked in sound - the heavy booths that never quite blocked the whirr of the camera, the leaden setups and limited sets as everyone scrambled to relearn skills that had been so easy when you didn't have to worry about a microphone. The first day she came on a talkie set with a crane, she may have shed a little tear, but no one saw so it doesn't count.
It's not a great time for musicals, to be honest: the audience is sick of them. The flood of films that tried to ride on The Jazz Singer's tails up and ripped the pants right off the whole outfit. The saying goes for movies as much as actresses: you've gotta have something different. Luckily, Peppy Miller has never done a musical before, so the crowds fill the theaters.
The second picture that Peppy and George make together is the one that really shoots their star into the stratosphere. Sparkle in Love is a beauty of a premiere - laughter, applause, rave reviews - but they all know they can do better, so they do.
A crazy fellow over at Warner Bros. lights up the screen with some nutty marching band extravaganzas, and the fans go nuts for musicals all over again.