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003 i am a cop, princess
Maleea made her way over to the McGarrett household, somewhere she had been before hundreds of times and yet she felt like a stranger walking up to the door after not having been to the home since she was seventeen. It felt uneasy. With a slight sigh, she knocked on the door. Moments later it swung open revealing Steve. "Maleea. Hey, come in." The man spoke opening the door wider so the brunette would be able to cross the threshold. "Wow." She mused looking around. "This looks exactly the same." She giggled, literally nothing had been changed in the home in the fifteen years she hadn't attended.
"Yeah, dad wasn't one for change." He sighed, placing his hands on his hips. "But then again, it's been eleven years since I've seen you and you haven't changed." He noted. The girl glanced over at him, smiling slightly. "I'm going to take that as a compliment." She responded, the man nodding in agreement. "You should. You haven't aged. You still look as beautiful as the day we -" he cut himself off, wincing at the thought of finishing that sentence. "As the day we broke up?" The girl finished for him and sure enough the sentence felt as bad when finished as he thought it would. "Yeah." He muttered. The pair sat in a comfortable silence whilst both their minds cast them back to the evening that they broke up.
"Steve. I can't do this anymore." Maleea muttered over the phone, the pair's only way of communicating. "Leea." He spoke, his voice strained at the pain wanting to come out. "No, Steve, let me talk. You've been gone since junior year, not my junior year, yours. Okay, at first I thought we could do this because I was naïve. I thought no time or space could weaken our relationship. But I'm twenty - one, Steve, you're twenty three. It's getting too hard. I come home everyday wishing you were here, instead of spending time with you I wake up everyday praying I don't have a phone call waiting for me to tell me something has happened to you." Maleea stopped, heaving in breaths of air, trying to calm herself down. The mixed sound of the girl sobbing and struggling to breathe was enough to break Steve's heart. He never meant to hurt her, he was just so madly in love - and had been since the moment he met her - that he refused to let her go. He was aware that was extremely selfish of him, but he couldn't help it.
"Maleea, I'm not letting you give up on us this easily. You are it for me. There is nothing and no one else." Steve spoke determined to change the girl's mind. Thoughts spun around in the brunette's head as she tried to make sense of them. Her heart breaking the more she thought about continuing with what she wanted to do. "Steve, I hurt, every single day." She raised her voice. The man on the other end of the phone wincing. "I miss you. I want to see you everyday. I want to hug you, I want to kiss you. I want to talk to you outside of scheduled phone calls. I want to eat dinner with you and watch movies with you. I want you to be here and you're not. I know you want to continue with your training. I don't want to take that away from you and I don't want to make you choose between what you want to do and me. I just - I can't do this anymore, Steve. It's breaking me." The girl whispered, tears pooling in the man's ocean blue eyes, his hand gripping the sat phone he held tightly to his ear. "I love you, Maleea." He cried.
"I love you, Steven. I'll never love anyone the way I love you and I'll love you forever. You need to know that. You need to know you're not the problem, it's this situation, a situation neither of us can change, no matter how badly we want to. I love you more than anything. I would literally lay my life down for you -" he cut her off. "Never say that again." He growled at the thought. "-but it's true. I would, if it meant you were happy and safe. I would do anything."
That night was probably one of the worst things Maleea had ever emotionally experienced, and not one word of it was a lie. Since Steve's return the pair had not spoken about their past relationship, both feeling now was the perfect time to do so. "So. . ." Steve began, right as Danny walked in to the room. "What is it with you and walking into people's houses?" Steve questioned the blonde man. "Well, I knocked." The blonde's eyes darted between the two. "I didn't hear you knock." He stated looking at Danny, then turned his attention to the brunette. "Did you hear him knock?" He questioned her, the brunette shaking her head in response. "Well, I did. I knocked, and then I saw you through the window, and I thought you nodded." The blonde continued explaining himself.
"Didn't nod." He responded, slightly annoyed the blonde had interrupted his conversation with Maleea. "Would you like me to leave?" Danny asked the brunette man. "Depends, what's in the bag?" He responded. "Oh, those, uh, doughnut looking things, they sell down the block." The blonde replied. "Malasadas." Maleea corrected in delight thinking about the goodness the bag contained. "Yeah. Whatever they are." The blonde chuckled at the girl's shift in attitude. "They're fried and they taste good, you want one?" He offered to the man across from him. "No, not without bypass surgery." Steve stood up.
"What about you, sweetness?" Danny asked, Maleea nodding enthusiastically, like a child as she stuck her hand into the bag Danny had outstretched to her, instantly throwing the sweet into her mouth, chewing happily. "And you can stay. Just don't eat near my stuff. And never call her that again." Steve pointed at Danny, the man putting his arms in the air in surrender. "What? You mean sweetness?" He mused, Steve glaring at the man as he sat down next to the woman. "Can I have a napkin?" The blonde asked, Steve giving the man a death glare. But moving to get one. "Yeah."
"What was that look? What they teach you how not to spill in the army?" Danny questioned. "It's the navy. Okay, the navy." Steve responded at the same time as Maleea corrected. "The navy." She spoke as she quietly munched on a new Malasada, Danny rolling his eyes at the girl, Steve looking at her with pride. "It's not the spill. It's the tie." Steve informed. No one in Hawai'i wears a tie." The man continued, the blonde couldn't believe what the topic of conversation had become. "Oh I'm sorry. I like to look like a professional." He rebutted, the brunette scoffing. "You look like a cop." She muttered. The blonde rolling his eyes again. "I am a cop, princess." He responded as the woman began laughing. "What?" He turned to see Steve glaring at him once again. If looks could kill. "Again with the nicknames." Steve spoke unimpressed, through gritted teeth.
"Anyway, I'm bored of you two having a verbal argument to see who is in control, whilst you two decide who's dick is bigger, I'm going to go give Ari a lift to school. Bye for now." Maleea smiled as she exited the room.
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