I do NOT want to watch the last episode of Sherlock Season 2 just yet because I will SCREAM over the cliffhanger and CRY buckets at the ending.
Yes, John, of course your Sherlock's an insufferable prat and if you want to go to Hawaii to visit the H50 ohana, you know you got an open invite. I know you and Steve were Besties in the Classified Way Back When.
RIGHT, JOHN HAMISH WATSON?
STEVEN JOHN MCGARRETT, WHY IN THE NAME OF ALL THAT IS HOLY ARE YOU BLUSHING?
EXACTLY WHAT SORT OF SHENANIGANS WERE YOU TWO UP TO IN THE 'STAN?
I have to write this story, right guys?
This grew out of a chat with my BFF Katz, who pointed out that I was neglecting my H50 Muses.... 'Cos I said, that Steve and John were Besties (oh gawd, I hope they were just BESTIES) and realized, SOMEBODY of the Tall, Pale and Insufferably Snarky Persuasion was gonna get all hissy-fitted up about it!
"Well, it isn't me," Danny huffs. "Any idiot can tell that Super-SEAL here and Doctor Who are BFFs from the Classified Way Back When. And I like him."
"Danny," Steve said with an evil grin. "I ever told you John's got sniper-class shooting skills? When I said he saved my ass back in the 'Stan, it wasn't because of his doctoring skills."
Danny facepalms. "Oh God. Here we go..."
John is still reeling from the new nickname. "Doctor...Who?"
Danny blushes. "Yeah. I got hooked into it. My daughter loves that show."
"Man and here I was hoping we'd get a threesome," Kono said with an entirely too wicked-glint in her eyes.
Chin splutters. " 'Cuz!"
"Aw, come on, 'cuz, a girl can dream, can't she?"
John deadpans, "It'd serve that sodding git right, not that he'd see through us all in 30 seconds...."
**************** I'm so doomed, aren't I? **************************