I Won’t Forget
Requested by @areuforreal: Hii could you write a mcgarret fic where the reader just came back to Hawaii she was in the army and now she just needs a job and maybe she and Danny are related so they offer her a job at five0.. also some fluff between mcgarret and reader would be lovely.. oh and I really love your writing and I have so much respect for u being a nurse and all xx…
AN: Confession time: I’m not a nurse, I’m a ward clerk/NA, I’ve also been a Level I Med Tech, but thank you for the compliment (for the writing and the respect). I’ve worked on and off in the medical field for twenty years.
I paid the Uber driver and climbed out of the car; I inhaled the tropical air, a smile slowly spreading across my face. I saw his car in the parking lot, I knew he was here already. I stood in front of the Palace, in awe.
This wasn’t my first time visiting my brother at work, I’d come here several times over the years. Every time I visited, my breath was taken away from how majestic and grand it is.
I closed my eyes as the pacific breeze flowed over me, and the sun touched my skin. The last six months of my life had been unpredictable, random, and unidentifiable. It had been that way, ever since my early retirement from the army.
I’d just kind of travel and wandered with no sense of purpose. I was hoping this surprise and random visit to my brother, would give me some direction again. I’d actually decided to move to Hawaii, and settle down.
“(Y/N)?” Steve, my brother’s partner walked up behind me.
I smiled at him. “Steve.” He hugged me.
“Does Danny know your here?” I shook my head. “Come on, I’ll walk you up.”
“Thanks! Danny doesn’t even know that I’m coming, it’s a surprise.” He picked up my bag, his hand going to the small of my back as we walked inside.
He grinned. “That’s why we haven’t heard about you non-stop for the last week.”
I felt myself blush. “Oh my God! I’m so sorry, he does that….”
“He’s proud of you and loves to brag about his little sister.”
I rolled my eyes. “You know, if you roll up a news paper, pop him on the nose with it, and tell him NO, he’ll stop.”
Steve laughed, I’ll remember that, does that work on other things?” We walked into the elevator.
“It’s always worked for me.” I smiled up at him.
“How have things been going, since you got out of the service?” He leaned against the wall of the elevator.
“I’m looking for my purpose; I’ve been wandering around for the last six months. I still haven’t figured it out, I hoped maybe living in paradise it would come to me.”
“Give it time, you were in the service for fifteen years. It takes time to adjust.”