She's not going as fast as she could be, which would still be slower than he could manage flat out, and it's all slower than he usually throws himself at it, but it's not bad. Not the running sprint that Lori had done after her juvenile, Your shoe's untied, that seems to flick at him on the breeze. The pace never would have stayed and something painful and tight constricts in his chest, at the memories, but he pushes it out with each breath, as they keep going.
He hadn't known, then. That she'd be gone so quickly, and she'd finally been starting to find her place, her sea legs with Five-0. Figuring out she could be herself. Even if that meant learning how to bend and break some rules. How to let her hair down and be anything but her job title, as Five-0's work kept getting under her skin. As she really started getting to know who they were, and what they'd been through in the year before her assignment to them.
And he missed her.
She'd become this interesting fluctuating place as the two of them had learned to work together, as she slipped into someplace between himself and Mary. Someone who was reporting on, but who brought out this lighter, more down side to him even. That reminded him of a far less jaded, broken in version of himself at times. Stirred in with that need to watch over her, more carefully, because she hadn't been hand picked, but she tried so hard to keep up, to hold her own.
That they'd all taken their time, learning how to bend, to become something more than encompassed her. The way they'd done with Jenna. And how it'd been harder to accept her after what had happened with Jenna. But she'd toughed it out, soft heart and stiff upper lip mixed together. Wasn't that part of why he brought her here, too. Handing out something of his, which he did rare and slow with any of them. Giving a little in his own way.
He did it slowly with all of them, different things and different ways. He didn't need something to give the kid, or Chin. They all had this place, that they all loved and actually went out of their ways to use in different ways. Surfing and fishing and endless blue and green. He gave Danny some of it, when he didn't have to beg him to get out of one his endless parade of squalid apartments or hotels, but that was harder.
Since it was as much an uphill battle as Koko Head just to get Danny to agree to set foot anywhere else on Hawaii.
A problem, Cath, at his side, huffing careful, syncopated breaths as they both got into a pattern, taking the steps in longer, smoother strides, even if it was building up a slow burn with each one, ran at. Something new. Something different. But that was part of the Navy, too. Different lands scattered like clouds, and a lack of it, with the endless sea everywhere, for so much time. That made it all a novelty. Land. Countries. Cities. Sold places, that didn't sway.
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Date: 2013-01-27 02:58 am (UTC)He hadn't known, then. That she'd be gone so quickly, and she'd finally been starting to find her place, her sea legs with Five-0. Figuring out she could be herself. Even if that meant learning how to bend and break some rules. How to let her hair down and be anything but her job title, as Five-0's work kept getting under her skin. As she really started getting to know who they were, and what they'd been through in the year before her assignment to them.
And he missed her.
She'd become this interesting fluctuating place as the two of them had learned to work together, as she slipped into someplace between himself and Mary. Someone who was reporting on, but who brought out this lighter, more down side to him even. That reminded him of a far less jaded, broken in version of himself at times. Stirred in with that need to watch over her, more carefully, because she hadn't been hand picked, but she tried so hard to keep up, to hold her own.
That they'd all taken their time, learning how to bend, to become something more than encompassed her. The way they'd done with Jenna. And how it'd been harder to accept her after what had happened with Jenna. But she'd toughed it out, soft heart and stiff upper lip mixed together. Wasn't that part of why he brought her here, too. Handing out something of his, which he did rare and slow with any of them. Giving a little in his own way.
He did it slowly with all of them, different things and different ways. He didn't need something to give the kid, or Chin. They all had this place, that they all loved and actually went out of their ways to use in different ways. Surfing and fishing and endless blue and green. He gave Danny some of it, when he didn't have to beg him to get out of one his endless parade of squalid apartments or hotels, but that was harder.
Since it was as much an uphill battle as Koko Head just to get Danny to agree to set foot anywhere else on Hawaii.
A problem, Cath, at his side, huffing careful, syncopated breaths as they both got into a pattern, taking the steps in longer, smoother strides, even if it was building up a slow burn with each one, ran at. Something new. Something different. But that was part of the Navy, too. Different lands scattered like clouds, and a lack of it, with the endless sea everywhere, for so much time. That made it all a novelty. Land. Countries. Cities. Sold places, that didn't sway.