#ourdaysrepeating

The newest bar they stepped into had music just as loud as the last one, but everyone in the bar seemed way less drunk than those in the last place. Once she noticed she could hear her own thoughts instead of obnoxious, drunken yelling, Dree nodded to her friend and they headed towards the bar.

"It's incredible that I can speak to you and not have to scream," Sarah laughed, grabbing Dree's hand as they wove through the throngs of people.

"Dude, right? Did you want another nasty beer or something with taste this time?" Dree laughed at the glare Sarah gave her as she scanned the bar for a place to step in. She spotted a wide open space on the far left where the bar curved and immediately took off, pulling Sarah behind her to get the spot before it was taken. Luckily, she reached the open space and saw not one, but two open stools.

"Nailed it!" She cheered, plopping down in her seat and instantly regretting leaning against the bar when her forearm got sticky. "So what'll it be?"

"I want the cute one in the blue at the end of the bar," Sarah sighed wistfully. "You should buy him a drink, he seems to be having trouble getting the bartender's attention."

Dree looked at the opposite end of the bar where there was, in fact, a really cute boy with dark hair and glasses in the button down shirt. "I admire your ability to pick out the one average looking cute person in a room full of fuckboys."

"I'm the best wingwoman and you know it." Sarah glanced at the other end of the bar again and shook her head. "I feel like he looks familiar, it's weird. Come on, work your boobs and get us some drinks!"

Glaring at her friend, Dree readjusted her shirt and leaned forward to wave over a bartender, managing to get the attention of one fairly quickly. She grumbled a bit as Sarah snickered beside her, but smiled when the bartender got to them.

"What can I get for you ladies?" He asked, giving her a quick up-down glance. Sarah snored, and Dree grinned sweetly at him.

"Two Jack and cokes please, doubles," she answered, ordering something she knew her friend hated.

"And another beer for the cutie in the blue and glasses at the end," Sarah interjected. The guy nodded and gave Dree another look before setting off to make their drinks.

"Why would you do that?"

"You bought me Jack, asshole. That's why. Plus, what if he thinks you're cute? He might come talk to you."

"He will not, I hate you," Dree grumbled. "What if he thinks it's weird a girl bought him a drink?"

"Guys don't get nice things like that, and the bartenders are practically ignoring him. He'll like it."

Their bartender came back with their drinks and Dree paid him, then watched as he got out the beer for the cute guy. The guy's face looked please that he finally got someone's attention, but quickly changed to confusion when a bottle was immediately placed before him. Dree saw him say something, then watched the bartender motioned in their direction with his thumb. When he looked over, she raised her drink, and he did the same with a small smile before taking a drink and disappearing into the crowd.

"Congrats, you bought a drink for Cole Gallian," Sarah laughed, patting her on the back.

"What?"

"Cole. Roosterteeth. Sportsball. He turned and I could see his face better, it was totally him," Sarah insisted.

"Christ, stop, you're ruining my life. We have an hour to find cuties for a New Years kiss and I won't let you get my hopes up like this." She grinned and poked her friend in the shoulder to show she was joking before turning and looking at the other people in the bar. The girls enjoyed a round of people watching, making comments about the stranger people they saw, until they were approached by two guys.

"Hey, I uh... I wanted to say thank you for the drink." The cute boy in the blue from the other side of the bar smiled sweetly.

"No problem, you looked like you were having some trouble there," Dree answered.

"Yeah... when all the bartenders are dudes they tend to be more interested in the beautiful women." He ducked his head slightly, a soft blush settling on his cheeks before he looked up again and held his hand out. "Hi, I'm Cole."

"I fucking knew it!" Sarah punched the air victoriously as the other three stared. "Sorry, I'm a fan and I fucking told her it was you but someone refused to believe me," she explained, giving Dree a pointed look. "I'm Sarah, she's Andrea."

"Did you see me on On The Spot or do you watch the live streams?" Cole asked.

"Sportsball," she shrugged, then took a sip of the drink and grimaced, making Dree exceptionally proud of her choice in drinks.

"No shit. Well, let me introduce you to my friend Tyler." Cole gestured to the guy besie him and she went wide-eyed, trying and failing not to smile.

"Now you've done it. She's freaking out on the inside now," Dree joked.

"She hides it well," Cole remarked, stepping closer to Dree. So what brought you guys to this place tonight?"

"We were having a good time people watching elsewhere, but then we suddenly aged thirty years and needed to get away from the obnoxious drunks for a few."

"Maybe you're just too sober," he teased.

"Maybe you're right."

"Shots?" He asked, giving her a wide, cheesy grin.

"Do you need me to order them for you?"

Cole frowned and nudged her shoulder with his, then took his wallet out and slapped a couple bills in front of her. "Yeah, probably."

~*~

After the shots and another drink Dree tried to excuse herself to step out for some air, but Cole put a hand over hers to stop her.

"Mind if I come? It's close to midnight, everyone outside is going to be loud and wasted, might be bad to be alone," he reasoned. Everything he'd said in the past half hour was so considerate and genuine that Dree was about to pull her hair out because she still couldn't tell if he liked her or not.

"Yeah, sure. You're probably right." They dismissed themselves from their friends and stepped into the cool air, and Dree took a deep breath. "For a minute I forgot the world isn't always ten thousand degrees."

"I know, right? It's super nice out." Someone down the street yelled, and their friends joined in for a couple moments. "It's also quite loud still."

"Big surprise."

Dree leaned up against hte building, arms crossed over her chest, but it felt weird in the situation so she let them fall to her sides. Which also felt awkward. "Now I know why Sarah smokes; I don't even know what to do with my hands out here."

Cole laughed, shaking his head. "Not a good enough reason to start smoking, I think."

"I feel like Gavin," she complained, waving her hands in front of her. "Wot if your hands didn't always feel awkward?"

"Not a bad impression, really," he grinned. "So, uh-"

From what seemed like every building on the street, people started the countdown to the new year.

"Hey, we made it to 2016, what do you know?" She commented, the pressure of the countdown and being alone with a boy getting to her. Dree wasn't entirely certain where to look or what to do, so she settled on watching a group of people down the street. When they got to 30 seconds left she left a hand on her arm and looked up to see Cole standing befor eher.

"This um... this might seem forward but, uh..."

"Yeah, you can," she answered softly, smiling up at him. He returned the look, trailing the hand on her arm down until he could intertwine their fingers, his other hand coming up to brush his knuckles against her cheek. Dree let her free hand rest on his hip as he leaned forward to rest his forehead against hers. When the echoing count got into the single digits he squeezed her hand gently and cupped her cheek, though he waited until people started shouting about the new year before moving forward the last inch to press his lips to hers.

She wasn't sure what to expect, but it wasn't the careful way he tilted her face, or the slow press of his lips before moving back a moment and then going back in for more. Cole was a complete gentleman until she gripped his hip a little tight, which he answered by dropping her hand to grasp the back of her neck. He turned her face up more towards him, then pulled her lower lip lightly with his teeth, causing her to groan lowly.

They paused for a moment for a breath, and she glanced up to see him smiling slightly, lower lip between his teeth and looking slightly flushed. Dree wasn't really sure what to say, but she didn't have to figure it out because he leaned in and kissed her again, harder this time. Her hands grasped his shirt as he grabbed her hips and pulled her closer, his mouth moving with more intent now and leaving her nearly breathless. He broke away to brush kisses over her jaw and down her neck, then pressed his face to the curve of her neck and laughed lightly.

"Fuck, you just..." he trailed off and pressed another kiss to her neck, then huffed out another laugh. "Happy fucking New Year to me."

"I totally agree," Dree sighed, leaning her head back against the building.

Cole trailed his fingers over her sides gently, pressing a few more kisses to her jaw before finally stepping back. "I guess we should find our friends now?"

"I guess we should," she repeated, though her hands were still on his shirt, so she gave it a slight tug, causing a bright grin to cross his face.

If it weren't for Steve and his tells, Danny would have never noticed.

He and Steve were out for drinks after an exhausting car chase, complete with a near heart attack brought on by Steve's horrible driving. They fell into a comfortable silence as they drank their Longboards, and Danny was about to comment on a woman off to the side wearing something Chin would approve of based on the pattern. Instead, when he turned he saw Steve wearing his Aneurysm Face, which was unacceptable at the bar.

"What's with the face?" He asked, bumping Steve's elbow with his bottle. Steve jumped, but shook his head as he took another sip from his own drink.

"Nothing at all," he muttered, lying so poorly he could rival his mother.

"Lie. You filthy liar, you're wearing that face, you know what one I'm talking about. That face is not allowed in this place, give it up." Danny glanced over to see what Steve had been looking at, and had to do a double take. It might have been a couple days, but there was no mistaking the girls sitting near the bar. Danny had hoped they would fade out of his life, as they were nothing but trouble even if they had been helpful, but of course that would be too easy.

"Just let it go, Daniel. Nothing is going on, I'm fine," Steve insisted, causing Danny to let out a sharp, sarcastic laugh.

"I can see them, you know. If you really wanna go talk to that sassy cop you insisted on getting your hands on the other day, who am I to stop you?"

Steve looked back at him with wide eyes, once again shaking his head. "God, no. I just can't believe they're here." His eyebrows scrunched up as he stared at them, as if trying to read their minds to see if the girls were stalking them, which wouldn't have surprised Danny. The last time they all ran into each other, the girls had gotten such a kick out of making fun of them.

"Why do bad things happen to us? We're good people, right?" Danny lamented, bringing a hand up to rub his temple. Steve snorted, shrugging slightly.

"Apparently not good enough. Let's just hope they don't notice us."

Even though they managed to return to their mindless talk over beer ("Seriously Steve, how am I supposed to write up you throwing tear gas into the back of a fleeing suspect's vehicle?" "Just say something like it was an advanced technique in stopping a dangerous criminal." "He hadn't actually done anything wrong in relation to the case!") neither of them could stop glancing at the girls' table from time to time. Danny couldn't take his eyes away when Dree got up and walked to the bar, many other pairs of eyes following her at the same time. As she crossed her arms and leaned over the bar to order, the guy beside her struck up a conversation, which she fell into easily. He couldn't figure out why he felt so on edge until the guy pointed behind the bar, then dropped something into her glass when she turned.

"You saw that, right?" Steve asked, immediately sitting up, shoulders tensing.

"Absolutely. You go to the far side of the bar, Rambo, while I intercept." He patted Steve's shoulder before getting up and heading towards the other two girls at their table. Beth saw him first and gave him a small wave.

"Hey, Danny! Where's your boyfriend tonight?" She asked, causing him to groan.

"Steve is at the other end of the bar. Thanks to your friend, Dree, we get to make an arrest after hours," he mumbled to them, leaning down to keep from being heard.

"Great, wonderful. You're gonna keep bringing trouble to us, aren't you?" Sarah accused.

"I could ask you the same question." He stood back up, straightening out his shirt. "Just came to pretend I was looking for Dree, bye now." Danny could feel their eyes on his back as he walked to the bar, but he ignored them in favor of watching Dree. She was running her finger over the rim of her glass, but she hadn't picked it up yet.

"Hey, babe!" Danny greeted her loudly, pushing her hair over her shoulder to kiss her cheek. "Sorry I'm late."

The corner of her mouth twitched, like she knew exactly what he was doing, and she brought a hand up to his neck.

"Hi, what took so long?" She answered before pulling him down for a hard kiss. He was stunned, but he reminded himself not to fight it because it would blow his cover. Blow his cover; his wasn't even on the job and he was getting sucked into ridiculousness.

Tilting his head slightly, he fit their lips more comfortably together, pressing closer just as she was. Dree hummed against his mouth, reminding him where they were, and he stepped back to fix her with the most fond look he could muster.

"Thanks for keeping my girl company, man," Danny told the guy beside him, offering his hand out. The guy glanced at Dree, then to Danny, refusing to move an inch let alone to shake Danny's hand.

"Your girl never said she was waiting for company," he said directly to Danny. Dree made an unapologetic face and shrugged, and Danny had to cough to cover up a laugh.

"What can I do, she's an independent woman." He looked up for Steve and, seeing his partner waiting for a signal, nodded slightly before turning back. "You, my friend, could learn a thing or two from this girl. Like why you shouldn't mess with women."

Just then, Steve clapped a hand to the guy's shoulder, holding him to his chair. "You're under arrest," he started, grinning down at the horrified man between them, "for trying to drug our friend. Hands behind your back, where they should have been five minutes ago." Steve handcuffed him and pulled him off the stool to take him in, though he didn't leave without glancing between Danny and Dree and giving them a look Danny didn't have a name for yet.

Looking back at Dree, he watched as a grin spread across her face. "Don't, don't even start with me." He warned.

"I knew he put something in my drink. I had the situation handled," she said, still giving him a sweet but devious smile.

"Yeah, whatever." He pulled out his wallet and slapped a few blls onto the counter. "Get yourself a new drink and me a beer, I'm done with this." Danny started to walk away before remembering Steve wasn't there anymore. Grumbling to himself. he made his way to the girls' table.

"Welcome back, good to see you again." Sarah greeted him as he sat down.

Danny held a hand up, shaking his head. "Don't. Not until Dree shows up with my beer." Though they laughed, they patiently waited for Dree to come back and Danny to take a deep drink before really laying into him.

"You and your partner really just come out of the woodworks when shit happens, don't you?" Dree asked, slapping her hand down on his thigh. "That was a nice kiss, though; can't really understand how you're still single."

"Wait, hold up." Beth interjected, hands flying and nearly knocking her glass over.

"Yeah, laid one right on me, right in front of a guy that was hitting on me. To be fair, this dude was a creep, but it was a pretty nice surprise."

"Can we not? Technically you started it," Danny pointed out, putting his head in his hands. Beth's laughter rang as a warning for the boyfriend joke she was sure to make, and he was not disappointed.

"You boyfriend must be sorely upset with you right now, is that why he's gone?"

"He's booking that creep, actually, and he's still not my boyfriend."

"Are you sure?" Dree asked, which was a beautifully ironic inquiry considering her hand was still resting on his thigh. Danny counted the minutes until Steve came back, as he was sure to do, letting the girls wear themselves out on the boyfriend thing and start talking about vacation destinations instead.

"I'd love to visit that one island that's privately owned and does tours, it'd be incredible," Beth sighed, swirling the last of her drink in the glass.

"You mean Ni'ihau." Steve interjected. "I skipped the paperword to make sure you three hadn't killed Danny yet." His eyes fell to where Dree's arm was on her armrest, fingers occasionally brushing Danny's thigh, which Danny himself hadn't noticed until this very awkward moment. "Tours are generally weekends and you have to look them up ahead of time. You should check out the North Shore."

"Been there, done that," Sarah told him. Then she added, "What kind of law enforcement gets away with not doing his paperwork?"

"The kind that's above regular cops. It's not like you would know the rules," he remarked back. Sarah rolled her eyes, then dug through her purse and pulled out a badge and ID card. Steve picked it up and stared at it for a moment, then huffed and sat down, tossing it back at her. "I refuse to believe it."

"Read it and weep, crybaby."

"I wouldn't go around calling Navy SEALS crybabies, just saying." Danny informed them, getting a grin from Steve. Dree and Beth had the sense to look impressed, while Sarah shook her head.

"Oh no. I see what you're doing here, trying to awe us with how genius and badass this guy is," she snapped. Then she turned and pointed a finger at Steve. "You sir, are not above anything just because you're part fish."

"Never said I was," Steve smiled, causing her eyes to narrow more.

"You know what? Fine. I still think you're stupid and ridiculous and I have no idea how you're a cop, but that's fine." She grabbed her beer and finished the last of it in one go, then slumped back in her chair.

"I'm not actually a cop," he supplied helpful, causing her to glare again.

"Are you serious!?" Sarah looked at Danny, giving him a clear 'what the fuck' face that had him laughing. "How do you work with this?"

"I don't. I yell a lot, just like you're doing now," Danny admitted. Sarah huffed, falling back into her seat again.

"So how long have you two been married, then?" Beth asked casually, giggling to herself.

"Original, that's really original."

"If you guys ever need help, you could just let us know," Dree added, giving her classic smile that they'd come to know meant nothing but trouble.

"You're not even a cop," Steve complained. "I don't believe any of you are."

"I just showed you my badge!"

"I can show you mine too, if that helps," Beth told him, rifling through her handbag. She pulled out her badge and held it up, giving them a cocky grin. "Seattle PD, let me see your hands."

"Good one," Danny sighed, pointing to her badge. "Real funny, can't contain my laughter over here."

"Could be useful undercover, fresh faces no one recognizes." Sarah pulled a pen out of her purse and grabbed a napkin, scribbling down some numbers and a smiley face. "We'll be here another week and a half, if you need help. Or if you just wanna talk." She slid the napkin to Steve, who just glanced at it and shook his head. Danny couldn't help the glare he found himself throwing at her - was she really just going to hit on him like that?

"All I'm saying is that this would be a stupid place for a drop to happen. There's so many tourists," Danny grumbled, running his hand through his hair as he glanced across the beach.

Steve shrugged, shoving his hand in his pockets. "That's the point. Lots of people who more than likely won't pay them any attention. See anything?"

Danny was about to say something in retaliation -- maybe about how he had the same field of vision and has he said anything about seeing one of the guys yet? -- when a loud voice called out behind them.

"Hey! Tall, dark and brooding, can you ask your boyfriend to take a step to the left, please? He's giving me a weird tan line!"

They turned to see a blonde girl waving at them, wavy hair pinned up in a 70s fashion that made her slightly round face that much more striking, and a black suit hugging her curves perfectly. Her tanned friend beside her was rolling her eyes, brushing her blue bangs out of her face, but said nothing as she, too, waved for them to step to the side.

"Not my boyfriend!" Danny called out, but he moved out of their way all the same, not willing to argue with a tourist when he could just as easily argue with Steve instead.

"Nice, really smooth Danno," Steve laughed. "Not very good at undercover, are you?"

"Shut up. You go over there, I'll check out by that crowd. "Danny waved his hand in a vague area to the right, then stalked off in the opposite direction because this was already more difficult than they anticipated. Kono hadn't even seen anyone from where she was up in the lifeguard house, and this whole thing was exceptionally aggravating.

It was hard to really pay attention to any one person, with the way everyone seemed to be wearing brightly colored clothes and leis, and jesus did Danny ever hate Hawaii more than when he was on a stakeout in the middle of tourism central.

He thought he might have seen some suspicious activity futher in the crowd of umbrellas, but he didn't really have time to think about it before there was some shouting and the distinct sound of a gun. Danny spun around, pulling his gun out as he tried to find the source of it, but he heard more yelling and then was tackled to the ground as another shot rang out.

It was difficult to see what was happening around the mass of uncovered skin and dark hair in front of his face, but he watched over the person's shoulder as the blonde girl from earlier pulled a hand gun out of her bag and shot past him.

"You're so lucky, white boy." The body, distinctly female, above him groaned, but unfortunately Danny didn't feel lucky as the girl rolled over to reveal the blonde girl's friend, blue bangs moving in the wind as she gripped her leg. He looked down to see blood dripping into the sand, a nasty gunshot wound to the girl's thigh slowly painting the ground beneath her red. He reached out to help but she just waved him off, shrugging her shoulders.

"Through and through, I've had worse. Good thing Dree noticed where that shooter was aiming and yelled at us, I think Beth got him." She pointed down the beach a ways, where another very tan girl in a strinking red bikini was turning a guy over and holding his arms behind his back.

Danny wasn't really sure what happened, but he also wasn't sure he wanted to know. "What, the fuck," fell from his lips before he knew it, but he didn't add anything else because he felt that statement summed up the last five minutes nicely.

Steve came runnign up, blonde girl -- Beth -- following closely behind with a shirt in hand, and he started to slow down until the girl sitting beside Danny yelled at him.

"Go book him, you idiot! You can check over your boyfriend later, Dree can't hold the dude forever," she told him, pointing to where Dree was sitting on the guy's back, trying to keep him from getting up. Steve's eyes widened at the demand, and he glanced over at Danny before nodding and running off again.

"Sarah, just because you got shot doens't mean you can yell at people," Beth muttered as she kneeled beside them. She handed her friend the shirt, then turned toward Danny, putting a hand on his knee. "Are you okay?"

"No, seriously. What the fuck. Why are two tourist girls carrying? Who are you?" He asked.

"How about instead you should tell us who you are, and why you got me shot?" Sarah countered. She then pressed the shirt to her thigh and groaned, letting out a heavy sigh when Beth glared at her. "I know, my fault, playing hero or whatever. But why was someone shooting at you?"

"We're Five-0, special task force of Hawaii, now who the hell are you?"

"We're part of Seattle PD, attempting to be on vacation," Beth supplied. "Ignore Sarah, please. She gets mouthy a lot."

"Sounds like Danno."

They all looked up toward Steve, who had come back and was now glaring down at the three of them. "Now someone start explaining how three civilians managed to help us catch our dealer and save my partner."

"Kitty got claws." Sarah laughed, then gasped as her movement jostled her leg. "Fuck, man. Anyway, we're cops too. We know stuff, we-" She gasped again, hanging her head. "I need a cigarette, this blows."

"I'll get it." Beth snorted out a laugh as she walked back to their chairs, and Steve crossed his arms over his chest.

"So you just happen to be cops and just happen to be here when we're going after a target?"

"Is there a medic on the way, or is this your cruel form of interrogation when you make a call after I tell you everything I know?" Sarah snapped back. "Because as much as I love getting shot at, I was also kind of enjoying lying on the beach not getting shot at, which is why I was here. To not get shot at. But thanks for ruining that dream, really, you deserve a medal."

Steve's frown deepened, but Danny couldn't help the snicker that came from him, covering his mouth as Steve's glare turned in his direction.

"Yes," Steve muttered, "a medic is on the way."

"I come bearing gifts!" Beth announced as she sat back down in the sand beside them. She pulled out a pack of cigarettes from her purse, taking one out and handing it to Sarah, then getting out a lighter and holding the flame out to her friend.

"Thank god." Sarah inhaled deeply, then let the smoke out slowly, glancing over Steve's shoulder as she did so. "Dree, please tell these handsome gentlemen that we're cops who are attempting to relax, not jump into more trouble."

Dree, the leggy brunette in the red bikini, smiled and nodded. "They're visiting me, and it's really inconsiderate of you two to get her shot on vacation."

"Incon- inconsiderate!" Danny balked, "are you serious right now because I didn't tell you to jump-"

"You weren't wearing a vest, and you were getting shot at," Sarah pointed out. "Was I supposed to let you get shot in the kidney or whatever?"

"You probably should have," Dree said, still grinning that bright and aggravating smile. Steve threw his hands up, unable to believe that not only did he have Danny and his mouth going on in his life, but now there were two more he was dealing with.

"You know what? There's the medic, I need you out of my hair right now."

Sarah's face brightened at the news, and she stubbed out her cigarette in the sand before wrapping the shirt around her thigh and trying to stand up. She barely got her arms under her when Steve knelt down and picked her up, arms wrapped tight around her knees and back.

"Well what the fuck, I do the hard work and you get carried around like a damsel in distress by a gorgeous guy. Where is the justice?" Beth whined. Steve shot her a look, and Danny had to hide a laugh behind a cough.

"I'm getting her to the medic and we're leaving. You three are a menace I'm not prepared to deal with; Danny's enough of a loud mouth in my life, thanks." Steve grumbled as he stalked off toward the ambulance. Dree started laughing, hard and loud, while Beth patted Danny on the back.

"That was a beautiful proclamation of love, gorgeous!" She yelled after Steve, who shook his head but resolutely refused to look back.