#h50eddie

(I've got a strong feeling that after I have seen the final, I want to write a different story. For now I'm just going to continue this version the way I planned it. It's always possible to start a new McDanno story next month.)

links: Ao3 // ff.net

Chapter 1: Danny’s Valentine’s Card

Because there was no case today, Danny assumed to have the day off. But then the Five-0 Task Force members received a phone call from their colleague Lou who had something to discuss with them. Therefore Danny had to send the painters, who were currently working in his house, home. They just started the job and Danny thought it was too soon to let them work unsupervised. After he grabbed himself a quick lunch, Danny drove to the Five-0 headquarters. He had barely stepped out of his car, when he heard a familiar voice behind him already.

Danny's POV:

"Danno, I could have offered you a ride, you know," I heard Steve greeting me.

"You know I actually like to drive myself every now and then," I responded and turned around. Then I noticed Steve brought Eddie with him so I petted the happy dog. "You know what this is about?"

"It's about Adam," Steve answered.

"Not this again.." I mumbled and to be seen from Steve's expression, he rather wished he could do something else too.

"I see Eddie missed you at lunch. Painters gotten far yet?" Steve changed the subject.

"Of course not, they'd barely started. And I don't believe Eddie missed me. I bet you gave him my lunch anyway." Eddie gave me a bark, a pretty guilty one if you ask me. "I take that as a yes.. Eddie, I told you to stop eating my stuff, you shouldn't eat everything McGarrett cooks." I gave the dog a little smile before continuing my walk towards the building. I feel like Steve was about to comment on that, but remained silence and instead he bit his lower lip. Why must he do that? Quickly I continued with what I was planning to say. "But I'm satisfied. If I hadn't needed to be at my house today I probably had seen the Valentine's card that got delivered a little before lunch a couple of days later."

"Someone sent you a Valentine's card?" Steve immediately responded.

"Yes, I just said that. Why.." I paused and sighed. What, he thinks I'm joking? "You don't believe someone actually wants to send me a Valentine's card?"

"That's not what I said!" Steve threw his hands in the air. "What did it say? Do you know who sent it?"

"That's none of your business, and no, I don't know who sent it. I was going to spend this afternoon to find that out.." Instead of doing that, here I am about to walk into that building again where at this moment I can't show any enthusiasm for. I just can't stop thinking of that card and I can't stop wondered who sent it to me. Rachel? 'Danny, without you I'm nothing. With you, I'm all. Thank you for being my everything. Happy Valentine's Day! x' No, Rachel wouldn't write something like that! It was one of those standard things to write on a Valentine's card. I knew that because it's one of the first lines to show up when you Google 'Text Valentine's cards'.

"Handwritten or..?"

"Jeez!" Can't he never stop? "Computer written, if you must know. I'm happy that not everyone knows I'm spending more time at your place because if they sent it to your house instead and you had found it, I know you couldn't insist of investigating it!" I spoke loudly while walking through the hall of the building. Steve and Eddie were right behind me.