"So, what you're saying is that lost in the jungle is some kind of waterfall..." Steve attempts this for the third time and abandons all hope when he stares at Kono and Danny and tries to reconcile Danny with the tiny blonde woman standing in front of him. "And because it was cold water..."

"Boss, just, accept that cold water did this to Danny and let's get back to the job."

Because like Chin said, 'the good guys know the bad guys' and if Danny looks like this, then they can pull the vice-job that HPD and Five-O has had to keep pushing away since all of their people had been identified. It's the only reason, supposedly, that Danny didn't just take a dive into the warm-waterfall-pool right next to the cold one and Steve isn't going to think about this logically anymore.

"Next time, when the suspect goes running off a cliff..."

"Yeah, I got it, don't follow him," Danny replies idly, waving a hand. He looks too small to take seriously and Steve has been keeping his fair distance. It's to the point that everyone starts to notice and halfway through their tactics meeting about the op, Danny calls him on it.

"I'm gonna get dinner," Chin says, pulling Kono with him to get out of the way.

Danny folds his arms over his chest, upper lip curling towards his nose in disgust. "Do I look contagious or something? Do I disgust you, McGarrett? Cuz you won't even look at me and I know you like these parts cuz you like them just fine on Catherine. So what's the deal, here?"

It's hard to explain and Steve's not a master of words at the best of times. He owes Danny an attempt, though. He tears his gaze away from the wall and manages to look as level as possible into Danny's gaze.

"You're just not you," is what he has to say. "And I don't like it."

Danny blushes a color of pink that Steve isn't sure is deserved, but he isn't about to complain. It's better than being called a 'schmuck' and smacked in the arm, after all. "C'mon, you goof, let's pull this job and I'll go back to being the me you like. Deal?"

"Deal."

They've been in worse situations than this. As McCoy's handler (or his partner, now that McCoy is more than just an asset), they've seen rougher times, but with six guns in their direction and McCoy sweating bullets, Jim is starting to get the feeling he should have packed more heat.

"Bones," Jim gets out through his gritted teeth. "Anytime you wanna flash, now."

"It's not like pulling up a memory," Bones snaps back, his voice wavering anxiously. "The Intersect doesn't just take commands." He keeps searching through his synapses for something to fire and Jim's grip on the knife in his hands tightens. If something doesn't happen soon, then he's in deep shit.

Jim has always trusted McCoy.

Ever since the first time they met, through Bones' obvious falling for Jim, through to this moment in which Jim is starting to suspect that the feelings aren't so one-sided, there's always been trust.

"We're not going to die," Jim promises. "Trust me, Bones. You can do it. For me."

Something he's said does the trick because Bones goes from the nervous-sweaty-guy to the one that's kicking everyone's asses and Jim only needs to take down two of the six would-be-assassins before they're all dropped to the ground.

"See?" Jim says brightly, even though his heart is still pounding. "Nothing to worry about."

Which is pointless to say to a man like McCoy, where worrying comes like second nature.

Danny was well aware that finding out the news that he did should render him shocked, speechless, and unable to deal. The full moon out in the sky, he could have ignored the fact that come dawn, Steve tumbled into headquarters with leaves in his hair, his clothes ripped, and dirt smeared all over his body.

He could have ignored all of it, if Steve hadn't sleepily stalked across the office and wordlessly sniffed Danny from shoulder to ear, letting out a sated growl when he was through.

"Language?" Danny suggested mildly.

Steve looked primal, there was no better word for it. He had a keen look in his eye and grabbed hold of Danny's wrists, sniffing at the radial pulse and letting out a pleased whimper when he apparently found something he liked.

So when you put it together, Danny came to the conclusion that either the full moon turned Steve into an absolute freak or his partner was a werewolf.

Danny would probably be more shocked, but really, at least this explained the territorial bullshit. Without it, Steve was actually stranger for it. "Okay," Danny exhaled, watching as Steve rounded the office, sniffing out every corner. "We'll talk about this later. In detail," he said, processing how very not-shocked he was.