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"Tell me again why I'm here?" Danny Williams asked his partner, Steve McGarrett, as they walked into the vet's office.

"Backup."

"Backup?!" Danny was incredulous. "Let me get this straight. You won't call for backup when you're facing down armed drug dealers, but you want backup for a trip to the vet?"

"I haven't been to the vet before. You have."

"With dogs, Steve, not with cats. I'm just as clueless as you are here."

"Then call it moral support."

"Okay, fine."

Danny continued to grumble as he and Steve were called into an exam room. After a few minutes, a young, female vet entered. "Hi, I'm Dr. Wynn."

Steve held out his hand. "Steve McGarrett, and this is my partner Danny Williams."

Dr. Wynn shook Steve's hand. "Pleased to meet you. And who is the patient?"

Steve gestured at the carrier on the floor. "My cat, Ninja."

"Well, let's take a look, shall we?"

Steve unzipped the carrier and leaned down. "Hey, boy, come on out. The nice doctor wants to see you." Ninja just cowered in his carrier. "He won't come out."

"Oh, for heaven's sake." Danny shoved Steve out of the way, reached into the carrier, grabbed Ninja by the scruff of his neck, and dragged him out. Ninja screeched and dug his claws into Danny's shoulder, launching himself into the air. He hit the floor and scampered under the bench seat, squeezing into the corner.

"Now, look what you did!" Steve said. "You scared him!"

"I scared him? I think he scarred me!" Danny retorted. "I think I need stitches."

"Let me see." The vet moved towards Danny, but he pulled away.

"Unh-unh, I'm not going to let some animal doc take a look at me. I'm a person, not a pet!"

"I assure you, I'm perfectly qualified to examine a cat scratch," the vet said, rather huffily, not that Steve blamed her after Danny's insult.

Danny continued to back away. "No, thanks. I'd rather let my Neanderthal partner patch me up."

Steve took a look at the scratches. "You'll be fine. They just need to be cleaned and bandaged. Let the nice doctor take care of you, and if you're good, I'll get you a treat."

Danny glared at him. "Stop talking to me like that. I'm not your cat. Or a kid."

"Well, then stop acting like one," Steve told him.

"Fine." Danny let the vet clean and bandage his scratches. While she was doing that, Ninja crept out from under the bench and hopped up on the table to see what was going on. "Mrrp?"

Steve picked him up and cuddled him. "There you are! Did Danny scare you? I'm so sorry. Everything's alright now. Come meet the nice doctor. Dr. Wynn, this is Ninja. Ninja, this is Dr. Wynn."

Dr. Wynn scratched the black cat under his chin, and he purred. "Aren't you a handsome boy? Why don't we take a look and see how you're doing, okay? Mr. McGarrett, if you'd just hold him while I take his temperature."

Steve looked uncertain. "Danny..."

"Oh, no. I'm done playing the bad guy. Your stupid cat can claw you for a change."

"He wouldn't do that, would you boy?" Steve cooed as he scratched the cat under his chin. Ninja purred and leaned into his touch, not noticing as the vet took his temperature. He continued to purr as she listened to his heart and looked into his eyes.

"Oh, sure," Danny said. "He behaves for you, but I go near him and he claws me to shreds."

"That's because you go charging at him like a bull in a china shop," Steve said. "You have to be gentle."

"See? This is why I like dogs. You don't have to pussyfoot around them, pardon the expression."

The vet smiled at their antics. "Okay, I just need to give him a shot. Hold him still, please."

Steve complied. Ninja shrieked and squirmed free, clawing Steve's shoulder as he ran for freedom. "Ouch!"

"Serves you right," Danny said.

"Shut up, Danny."

"Okay, fine. Just so you know, next time, I'm staying home."

"Fine by me."