A/N: This is a short little one short that was inspired by a resent story by Qweb. It is a fanfiction about a fanfiction, it's weird I know, but I have permission from the lady herself to use her material and I dedicate this little ficlette and the inspiration to her.

If you have not read her story M is for… I suggest you look it up, and though the story is short it is brilliant, and I think it was more her Authors Notes that inspired this story. Hope you enjoy it.

As always I do not own any of the Hawaii Five-O characters or the material that was written by Qweb.

Hawaii Five-O

Tuesday

Tuesday, was it really only Tuesday?

The work week had only just begun but for Steve McGarrett the wrapping up of a major case meant the end of his stresses and the beginnings of the daunting task of finishing all the paperwork that followed the case. It was a loathed task of the navy vet but he had risen with the sun to return to work, a place he had come to truly enjoy, and vowed to get started on the not so enjoyable task. He was determined to get it finished so that they could dive into something more fun, like a kidnapping or a drug cartel.

Steve sat at his desk for a good hour and a half, checking his emails, watching for the inner office mail to arrive and just plain ignoring the incidence report that was staring him in the face, because there had been an incidence, a big one, and it had caused Detective Daniel Williams to have a fit; a rather large, loud, ranting fit about protocol and police brutality, more so Steve's idea of police brutality.

Steve was almost certain that the rant would spill over to the next day, but when Danny walked into the office he was smiling, no wait, he was humming and seemed to be in a chipper and clandestine mood, but it was only Tuesday. Why, why was Danny happy, what was he hiding? Steve was actually shocked at the sight as Danny sauntered through the office, straightening his tie as he walked, with a knowing smile plastered across his face. Something had to be terribly wrong.

"Hey Danno," Steve said as he stood in the doorway of his office.

"Oh morning Steve," Danny smiled over his shoulder, "how goes the paper work?" he asked and continued with his humming.

"Slowly," Steve sighed.

"Better get on that," Danny said and turned toward his mail slot, "I had most of mine finished yesterday."

"Oh good for you, were you in a rush? Was there a baseball game yesterday? Did the Yankees win?" Steve asked suspicious still of Danny's humming.

"We're in the off season," Danny said as he looked at Steve with suspicion. "There wasn't even training camp." He added, "and no, I wasn't in a rush, I'm just responsible when it come to paper work, its protocol."

"Oh right," Steve smiled and shrugged it off as he flipped over a manila envelope and the shuffled it to the bottom of his mail pile as if he weren't really trying to covertly interrogate his partner.

Danny turned back to his mail and his humming.

"Did you have Grace last night?" Steve asked trying to get to the bottom of Danny's good mood, especially after being shot at yesterday.

"Ha, on a school night, forget about it!" Danny laughed. "There's not a chance. Hell would literally have to freeze over, before I got to see my daughter on days that were designated as Rachel's." Danny grumbled.

"Hmm," Steve sighed and turned toward his office only to hear Danny humming once again.

"Alright, who is she then? Is she pretty?" Steve asked, impatiently now.

"Who…?" Danny asked.

"You're new girl, is she Hawaiian?" Steve smiled a sly smile as he nudged Danny's arm, "or did you find the one Jerseyan in Oahu?"

"Oh, her names Karen…What the hell Steve, there is no new girl!" Danny practically yelled, "What is the matter with you?" he asked extremely annoyed and on the verge of one of his fits. "Why are you interrogating me?"

"Danno, it has to be something," Steve said almost as annoyed and anxious as his partner, "you're humming, what the hell is going on?" he asked as if the world was ending. "You don't hum, you rant, and if you sing its Bon Jovi and only Bon Jovi!"

"Oh my God," Danny burst out laughing. "That is what this is all about?"

"Yes," Steve said and folded his arms, "I need answers Williams, this is not like you and I may have to take drastic measures if something is wrong."

"Nothing is wrong, Steven," Danny said and tried to keep a straight face, "I was driving home last night and this song came on the radio and as I listened to it, the lyrics just changed in my head and now it's stuck there. It's not because I'm happy; because I'm not, you did almost get me killed again yesterday. May I remind you? It's just making my day a little more bearable." Danny smiled and turned away humming again.

"What song?" Steve asked still unconvinced.

"You don't want to know," Danny laughed this time mischief in his own demeanor.

"Yes, I do!" Steve stated and jumped in front of Danny to stop his escape, "you're killing me here."

"No, really, you don't," Danny said and couldn't make eye contact through his laughter.

"Yes, I do!" Steve said as he reached out and grabbed Danny by the shoulders. "What is so amusing?"

"Alright," Danny giggled, "but you asked for it…" he said and started to sing out loud and with much zeal.

"M" is for the million ways he kills you.

"C" is for Camaro, though it's mine.

"Ga" is for the sound of someone choking.

"Rr" is for the growl he does so fine.

"E" is for the noise of distant screaming.

"T-T" stands for trouble that's times three.

Put them all together, it's "McGarrett,"

The man who'll be the death of me.

Steve stopped and stared as his jaw hit the floor and Danny started to laugh hysterically once more. The long on Steve's face made him buckle with laughter and Danny only moved, and tried to stop, when he could feel the sharp pain starting to develop in his sides. He stood, tried to take a deep breath but he could not, the look was still plastered all over Steve's face.

"Oh the look on your face," Danny laughed as he put a hand over his heart and buckled with laughter once more. "I think it's made my day!"

Turning from his dumb struck partner, and walking into his office, Danny sauntered away humming once more, "Get back to work, McGarrett," he stated, "you have an incidence report with my name on it, so get going." He added and closed his office door behind him.

Steve stood for a few more moments, dumb struck before he turned and walked back to his own office. "This mean's war, Danny Boy," Steve said to himself as he looked back through the horizontal blinds toward Danny's office and saw his partner already deep into his work, that silly grin still on his face.

What a way to start a Tuesday.