I feel like Steve and Chin are waiting for Danny’s go a-head before they start their competition to see could capture the most suspects, the loser buys lunch for a week, and Danny’s rethinking his choice of accepting Steve’s offer to join the task force because he feels like he’s running a daycare center with children who have access to WMDs, at least in Steve’s case, and there is no way in hell he’s being paid enough for wrangling them.
Chin enters Steve’s office with some important files and takes a brief second to notice how ruffled and flushed Steve looks. He doesn’t question it because he has a faint idea since he saw Danny leaving the office about ten minutes ago.
But possibly…they couldn’t have…right?
He goes to sit down on the couch and is suddenly stopped by Steve, mid-sit.
“I…wouldn’t sit there if I were you.” Steve warns him and Chin resists the urge to groan loudly because they would.
Chin places the files on Steve’s desk, huffing because Steve doesn’t even have the decency to look apologetic (in fact, he looks amused), before heading out of the office.
This is the third time in two weeks and Kono, if anything, finds the whole thing hilarious.
“Chin,” you spoke pained. He frowned in confusion, “What? What’s wrong?” You sighed in pain, “I think the baby is coming. I can feel the baby coming. You need to get me to a hospital.” Chin nodded determined, “Alright, let’s do this.”