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Based on the prompt: Hey, I didn't kill anyone today. What do you want? A gold star?

A/N: I usually write McDanno, but this started out as general. Then, it took a turn towards slash anyway. Plot bunnies have a habit of doing that. . .

"Steven!" Danny Williams ranted as he and his partner, Steve McGarrett, walked back into 5-0 headquarters, "how many times do I have to tell you dangling suspects off buildings is not proper police procedure!"

"It worked, didn't it?" Steve replied.

"That's not the point!"

Steve paused to look at Danny, hand on the door. "What is the point?"

"You can't do that!"

"So, you've said," Steve said, calmly.

"What am I going to do with you, you Neanderthal? Seven years, and you still have no idea about the correct way to do things!" Danny continued.

Steve held the door for Danny and followed him into the office. "What does it matter? We have full means and immunity."

"That doesn't mean you can break the rules whenever you want!" Danny shouted, pausing by the smart table. "This is the third time this week you've done something reckless! Monday you went in without backup and got us shot at, and it's a miracle neither of us got hurt, yesterday you got us involved in a high speed chase with suspects shooting at it, and I have to replace the windshield of the Camaro again—which, by the way, you're paying for—and now this! What am I going to do with you?!"

"Hey, I haven't killed anyone," Steve pointed out.

"What do you want? A gold star? That's what I give the kids when they do something good!"

"Sure," Steve said.

Danny looked at him, thoughtfully. "Would it get you to behave?"

"It depends. What else to I get?"

"When the kids get enough, they trade them in for a reward," Danny said.

"What kind of reward?" Steve asks.

"It depends on how many they get. They can cash them in, or they can save them up for something bigger. Charlie usually wants a toy. Grace only wants cash these days."

"Dinner," Steve said.

"It's going to take more than one gold star for me to buy you dinner," Danny said.

"What do I get for one, then?"

"I don't know. What do you want?" Danny said.

"A kiss," Steve said without hesitating.

Danny gaped at him. "Seriously?" It wasn't that Danny hadn't thought of it, because he had, a lot. He just didn't think he'd get the opportunity. Sure, maybe Steve was joking, but maybe he wasn't. And if he wasn't, what did that mean? Was there any possibility Steve felt the same way Danny did?"

"Yes, seriously," Steve said.

Danny threw caution to the wind. "Well, okay then." He put a hand on the nape of Steve's neck and pulled the taller man down to his level. He touched their lips firmly together, light and chaste. Even so, it felt like the best kiss ever. Steve's lips were soft and moved against Danny's as they kissed. Danny wanted it to go one forever, but it wouldn't do to make it easy on the big lug. Steve would have to work for it. Danny reluctantly pulled away.

Steve looked disappointed. "That's it?"

"That's a one star kiss. If you want more, that's at least two." Were they really going in that direction?

"And dinner?" Steve asked.

"That's five." Danny was starting to think maybe they were finally going to do something about this thing they'd been dancing around for the last seven years. He wasn't going to get his hopes up, though.

"Well, that gives me something to work towards," Steve said with his patented smirk.

Maybe Danny could get his hopes up after all.