No more talking is fine by Danny, who waits for McGarrett to get in before tossing his phone in the console and turning the key. The engine roars into life and settles into a constant growl, while he reaches back for his seatbelt, checks the mirrors, backs out.
"So, I guess you got an address for Doran?"
He can keep it professional. He can. He's a good partner, even if HPD doesn't think so, even if his reviews always come back as surly, argumentative, impatient. It's just for this one case, maybe even this one pick-up and interrogation, and he can work with the guy for that long, right?
Maybe he's not going to go out of his way to make friends (there's a flash of red on the inside of his wrist that catches his eye; he grimaces, and peels out of the parking lot with a sudden heavy foot on the gas and a screech of tires), but he does still need to know where they're headed.
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Date: 2014-01-18 04:37 am (UTC)"So, I guess you got an address for Doran?"
He can keep it professional. He can. He's a good partner, even if HPD doesn't think so, even if his reviews always come back as surly, argumentative, impatient. It's just for this one case, maybe even this one pick-up and interrogation, and he can work with the guy for that long, right?
Maybe he's not going to go out of his way to make friends (there's a flash of red on the inside of his wrist that catches his eye; he grimaces, and peels out of the parking lot with a sudden heavy foot on the gas and a screech of tires), but he does still need to know where they're headed.