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Rated M for eventual smut (but not for a while)

Based on the prompt: After decades of loneliness, the immortal agreed to a blind date.

A/N: This is my first AU where I'm completely off canon. I have a different first meeting (Taking the Cake), and I have a CSI Nick/Greg where Greg is a nymph at a crime scene but the rest is canon (Bound), but this is the first where I've pretty much started from scratch. Hope you like it!

"I'm sorry, you what?!" Steve McGarrett said, incredulously. When he met his friend Kono Kalakaua and her cousin Chin Ho Kelly for their once-a-week dinner at Kamekona's shrimp truck, this was not what he was expecting.

"I set you up on a date," Kono replied, casually. She popped a garlic shrimp in her mouth as if this statement didn't set Steve's world on its ear.

"Why would you do that?" The vampire demanded of the young witch.

"You need to get out, meet people," Kono replied.

"I do get out," Steve protested.

"Dinner once a week with me and Chin doesn't count," Kono said. "We don't even go to different places. We always meet here."

"Sure it does," Steve insisted. He turned to Chin. "Tell her it counts. And why should we go anyplace else? Kamekona's is one of the most popular places in Honolulu. It's not like I care about food, anyway." Steve could eat, but he didn't have to, and he got no enjoyment out of food. These weekly dinners were about companionship more than anything else.

Chin barely paused in eating his meal. "Actually, I agree with Kono," Chin said. "In fact, I'm the one who suggested it."

Steve glared at the psychic. "Traitor. You of all people should be on my side. You're always telling Kono to mind her own business and not meddle."

Chin was unphased, continuing to eat his shrimp. "Look at it this way, you'd be doing me a favor."

"How do you figure?" Steve asked.

"The date's with my partner," Chin explained. "You've been on Oahu a few years, know your way around. My partner doesn't. And, you both meet someone new. Win-win." Chin was a detective with HPD. Steve remembered he'd gotten a new partner recently. What was it Chin had said about him? Oh, yeah. . .

"Your partner?" Steve said. "That loud-mouthed haole detective from New Jersey you're always going on about? The one who transferred from, where was it?—Newark PD I think you said?"

"That's the one," Chin confirmed.

"He's male!" Steve practically shouted.

"So?" Kono asked.

Steve gaped at her. How could she be so blasé about this? "So, I'm not interested in males!"

"Ah, come on," Kono said. "Give him a chance. Why are you so hung up on heterosexual societal norms, anyway? You're 200 years old. You should be beyond that."

"250," Steve corrected. "And the last time I dated was during the Victorian era. In England. I apologize if that makes me 'hung up on heterosexual societal norms'." Steve added air quotes for emphasis.

Kono gestured at her capri pants and halter-top with her fork, a shrimp perched precariously on it. Steve watched in fascination, expecting the shrimp to go flying any minute. "So, you think my dressing like this is obscene, then?"

"No, of course not," Steve said. "It's how women dress these days."

"Exactly," Kono said as if that explained everything.

It most certainly did not explain everything as far as Steve was concerned. "I don't see how what women wear relates to whether or not I want to date a man."

Chin broke in to try to soothe the upset vampire. "I think you should just give him a chance. Who knows, you might get along famously."

Steve eyed him suspiciously, fairly certain there was something the psychic cop wasn't saying. "You didn't happen to have a vision about us, did you?"

Chin had the good grace to look slightly uncomfortable. "I may have. Not a big one. Just a flash, really."

"Uh-huh," Steve said. "And what did this flash show you?"

"Not much. Just you and he meeting."

Steve was pretty sure Chin wasn't telling him everything. "And just what happened at this meeting?"

"There may have been some sparks flying," Chin admitted. "I just think it would be a good idea for you to meet," Chin said.

Steve sighed, resigned. "Fine. Send me the details."

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Steve drummed his fingers on the table impatiently as he waited for his date. What was his name again? Oh, yeah, Danny. He should know that by now—Chin talked about him often enough, but he usually just referred to him as "my partner" (Chin wasn't crass enough to call him a haole, unlike, apparently, most of the rest of HPD). Steve looked at his watch as he waved the hovering waiter off for the third time. Danny was 20 minutes late. Steve wondered how long he had to stick around before he could leave without seeming rude.

Just as Steve was about to leave, a blond whirlwind stormed into the restaurant and marched up to the host's station. "I'm here for McGarrett," he said in a loud voice. The host gestured vaguely in Steve's direction. Danny turned and followed the pointing finger, blue eyes locking with Steve's hazel. Recognition hit Steve immediately, and he knew Danny felt it, too. The blond waved off the host's attempt to escort him and stalked towards Steve like a large predator bearing down on its hapless prey. Steve rose to meet him. Danny may be a predator, but so was Steve. The vampire was most definitely not prey. Chin was right; sparks were going to fly. Steve didn't think this was the kind of sparks the other man was referring to, however.

Danny stopped inches from Steve. The detective was a good six inches shorter than the vampire, but the other man's presence made him seem much larger than he was. Steve was unimpressed, staring stonily at the shorter man, arms crossed, radiating an air of hostility.

Danny refused to be intimidated, meeting Steve's gaze unflinchingly and mirroring the taller man's pose. After a few minutes of staring, both blinked at the same time and spoke in unison.

"You're a werewolf!" Steve said, just as Danny said "You're a vampire!"

"What was Chin thinking?!" Danny continued, waving his hands vigorously. "Why would he think I'd want to meet some crazy bloodsucker?"

"You think I'm happy?" Steve snapped. "Kono didn't tell me she was setting me up with an overgrown furball!" Surprisingly, that hadn't come up in Chin's tales of his partner, either. Maybe Danny wasn't out? The Supernatural races like vamps and weres were known, but not everybody accepted them, so many of them chose to keep a low profile, not revealing their nature. Still, most police departments were eager to have weres on the force—their heightened since of smell in particular was highly useful in narcotics and missing persons cases-so it was likely Chin knew of his partner's, um, disposition. Steve had a sneaky suspicion part of the reason Chin hadn't mentioned it was to stave off just this reaction.

Danny flopped gracelessly into the chair across from Steve. "Great, just great. Now what do we do?"

Steve sat back down as well, but he was still on alert. Danny may look relaxed, but Steve didn't trust him not to attack like a rapid, well, wolf. Vamps and werewolves did not get along, to put it mildly. Stoker's characterization of a strong relationship between the two was dead wrong, emphasis on the dead. Historically, they would kill each other on sight. Nowadays, relations were much more civil, but there was still a deep distrust. No one knew quite where it had started, but it ran deep in the blood of both races.

"I'd say we could just leave," Steve said, "but they'd find out somehow."

"Yeah," Danny agreed. He still showed no move to attack, sitting back in his chair, hands loose at his sides, and Steve relaxed slightly. "Damn psychics. Can't keep anything from them," Danny continued. "Besides, Chin threatened to put wolfsbane in my locker and the car if I didn't go through with it."

Steve whistled, impressed. "I didn't know he had it in him." The native was usually very mild-mannered; such a devious act was the last thing Steve expected from him.

"Yeah, well, don't get on his bad side, that's all I can say. So, why are you here?"

"Kono threatened to take away my amulet," Steve confessed.

"The one that lets you walk in the sun?" Steve nodded. "Nasty." Danny reached out a hand, and Steve tensed again, unsure of what the blond intended. He relaxed again when Danny simply picked up the menu. "Well, since we're both stuck, we might as well make the most of it." He flipped it open. "What have they got? I'm starving."

Steve studied Danny while Danny studied the menu. Steve didn't need to look at the menu; he wasn't planning on eating. When he was with others, Steve usually just ordered the first thing on the menu to be companionable, but he wasn't going to extend Danny that courtesy. No, Steve had every intention of sticking to water. He hoped that would send a message to the other man that he was here only because he had to be; he certainly didn't intend to enjoy himself.

Steve had to admit, objectively, Danny was good looking. He was short, but he was broad-shouldered, and Steve could detect solid muscle under the dress shirt and tie he wore. Steve wondered at his attire. Who wore that in Hawaii? Sure, this restaurant was nicer than most, but Steve's cargo pants and short-sleeved, button-down shirt weren't out of place by any means. Danny's blond hair was carefully coiffed, and those blue eyes were mesmerizing. They were the first thing Steve had noticed when Danny had looked at him across the restaurant. If Steve weren't trying to intimidate Danny, he might have gotten lost in those fathomless blue orbs. Steve refused to go down that path. He wasn't considering dating Danny, and that was final. Kono would just have to live with it.

Danny threw his menu aside, interrupting Steve's reverie. "Unbelievable. All they have is pasta. No meat."

Steve picked up the discarded menu and scanned it, curious to see what Danny was on about. Steve was no expert when it came to food, but it looked like a typical menu for an Italian restaurant—pasta (Italian sausage and meatballs optional), several chicken dishes, certainly not vegetarian like Danny seemed to be claiming. "Looks like they have plenty to me," Steve said.

Danny glared at him as if what he'd said was heresy. "Chicken is not meat. A bloody rare steak is meat. I don't know what Kono was thinking. I mean, I like Italian as much as the next guy—hell, I am Italian, grew up on my Nonna's cooking—but if I'm going to have to sit through this ordeal, I need red meat."

Steve bristled at Danny's words. "This is no picnic for me, either," he said. "A nice, big glass of pig's blood would certainly help, but it doesn't look like either of us are getting our wish."

Danny made no attempt to hide his distasteful expression at the mention of Steve's food preferences, but he did wave the waiter over and place an order. Steve was very envious of the glass of red wine Danny ordered. At least one of them would have some liquid courage to sustain them. Steve didn't even have that option—vampires didn't get drunk; their metabolisms were too high.

Danny had apparently decided the best way to deal with Steve was to ignore him. The werewolf pulled out his phone and started fiddling with it, paying no notice to Steve glowering at him across the table. When the waiter arrived with his wine and a basket of bread, Danny grabbed a slice of sourdough and slathered butter on it, taking a big bite, closing his eyes, and moaning in apparent ecstasy. Steve was pretty sure the blond was doing it to annoy him. Steve certainly felt a stab of something. There was no way he would ever admit it was closer to lust than jealousy.

The silent treatment continued through the salad course, broken only by the occasional exaggerated sound of enjoyment from Steve's companion. Steve stoically endured it, but there was no way he could ignore what the noises were doing to certain parts of his anatomy. When Danny's spaghetti arrived, he shoveled a forkful into his mouth, purposefully letting the ends dangle and sucking them up, cheeks hollowed. Steve resolutely tamped down on the image of Danny doing that while sucking on something entirely different. When Danny carefully twirled another forkful of pasta onto his fork, clearly planning on a repeat performance, Steve broke.

"Would you stop that?" he demanded.

Danny looked at him, blue eyes wide and innocent. "Stop what?"

"Tormenting me. You know I don't eat! And do you have to make it so, so, sexual?"

"I'm sorry," Danny said, not sounding sorry at all, "can't a man enjoy his food?"

"No!" Steve said, maybe a bit too loudly. Heads turned towards them, and he lowered his voice. "Look, I know neither of us want to be here, but maybe we should try to get along."

"Oh, like you're any better," Danny said, waving his fork as he spoke. The ends of the pasta whipped back and forth with the motion. Steve's eyes followed them, entranced. "You, sitting there across the table with just your glass of water, glaring at me. Way to make a guy feel welcome."

Steve closed his eyes, praying for patience. Ripping the guy's head off—literally—in the middle of a crowded restaurant was probably a bad move. The vampire tried hard to keep his voice reasonable when he spoke. "We promised Chin and Kono we'd give this a chance, and they must have had some reason for setting us up."

Danny snorted. "Yeah, Chin's vision. 'Sparks flying' indeed."

Steve pressed on, ignoring Danny's interruption. "We owe it to them to at least try."

Danny heaved a put-upon sigh. "Fine. Let's start over." He stuck out his hand, and Steve took it, hesitating only a second. After all, this was his idea—he couldn't balk now. "Danny Williams. I work with Chin."

"Steve McGarrett. I'm a friend of Chin and Kono's." He shook Danny's hand, slightly surprised when Danny didn't try to turn it into a power play by squeezing as hard as he could. Not that Steve couldn't give as good as he got—werewolves and vampires were pretty evenly matched in strength. Danny's hand fit well in Steve's. With their size difference, Steve expected his hand to swallow Danny's, but it didn't. Sure, Danny's hand was smaller, but he could still wrap it firmly around Steve's. Steve refused to think how their hands would fit together with fingers intertwined. He was not interested in Danny that way, dammit. He didn't even like the man.

Except, he did. Once they put their animosity aside, Steve found Danny was easy to talk to. Their jobs gave them something in common—Steve was a PI; his vampire stealth made him great at tailing, and patience born of 250 years of life along with no need to sleep helped greatly with stakeouts. They also found they both enjoyed football (the American kind), though Danny lamented the lack of a local team and confessed he didn't get to watch as many games on TV as he wanted because, in his words, he had "a crappy TV with a crappy cable package in his crappy apartment."

"Why don't you come over to my place and watch the game tomorrow?" Steve found himself saying.

Danny looked surprised. "Really? You sure about that?"

"Yeah," Steve said. "But if you want anything to eat or drink, you're on your own."

Danny considered the offer, looking at Steve as if gauging his sincerity. "Sure, I'd like that he said finally."

Steve felt an odd flutter of pleasure at Danny accepting his invitation. "Great, I'll see you then."

Chatting about the upcoming game carried them through dessert (Danny still made those sounds of pleasure that went straight to Steve's groin, so maybe that was just the way he was). When the check came, Danny reached for it, but Steve stopped him. He pulled out a wad of bills. "This one's on Kono."

"What about the next one?" Danny asked.

Steve was confused. "What?"

"The next date," Danny said, casually, as if his words weren't completely unexpected. "Who pays for that?"

Steve's brain was struggling to catch up. "You want to do this again?"

Danny shrugged. "Sure, why not? You're not bad company, for a vampire." His eyes twinkled, taking the sting out of the words.

Steve thought about it a minute. He had enjoyed their dinner, and, he had to admit, there was an underlying current that spoke of something more than friends. Yeah, they were getting together to watch the game, but what Danny was proposing was something else, something entirely different, a possibility, maybe even a promise. "Why not?" he echoed. "You're not bad yourself, for a werewolf." He grinned, and Danny grinned back.

"It's a date."

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A/N: This will continue, and there will be eventual smut, but there will be at least the football game, probably the next date, and maybe more before then.

A/N: This is the story I've probably put the most work into. It's been substantially revised as I've read back through. I'm working on details-you still have to know H50, but I'm trying not to just dump you into dialogue-I'm trying to set the scene, show what characters are doing, etc. Let me know how I did!