12. Not a little bit repressed (Steve McGarrett 2)

Not even a Little repressed.

Steve was of the opinion that the repeal of DADT was a long time coming.  He never cared who shared a SEAL’s bed. He just cared whether they were competent enough to do their job.  It was a good thing.  His men could love who they wanted without fear of the jobs.  There was only one downside to the whole policy.  He wouldn’t care to mention the amount of calls he’d taken having to deal with fights.  The fights always centred around civilian men trying to pick up one of his men.

So while policy repeal was a great thing.  It left some members of the public with a distorted notion. It was stupid to believe that all serving members were repressed and didn’t mind being picked up.  

So the last few weeks every day like clockwork the same thing would happen.  Training would finish for the day.  He would go and relax having taught the fresh green SEAL’s a few new tricks and then he would relax.  Well, that was the plan.  He would go to his quarters but he would not get a chance to relax.  He would be called to a local bar to settle a complaint involving his men and the civilians.  He would have been crankier but he was well aware, it was not all his trainees' fault. Of course, he still made them do suicide runs until they puked at 5 am the next morning.  Trainers prerogative.

He walked into O’Malley’s to see to of his men hog-tied, and two civilian men hog tied.  There was a man looming over them with a pissed off expression and a gun hanging at his side, calm and to the point.  He was not overly threatening but just making the point that if they pissed him off - he may shoot them.  Steve could respect it as a form of situation defusing.

Steve used his initiative and asked the agent. It wasn't a superior detective skill, the gold badge gave it away. “What happened Agent?”

“Well, I was enjoying my drink when an altercation broke out.” The Agents tone suggested it was the interruption that was his biggest issue.

Steve sighed because he could guess where this was going.  “So which one was thought to be gay?”

“Me sir.”

Steve had to laugh, “So they picked the straightest guy of the group?”

All three nodded looking as meek as possible.  The Agent was smirking. Steve may be in more trouble than the idiots in cuffs.  The Agent looked to have a sense of humour.  It would be bad for Steve if he did.  The guy was gorgeous, if he had a sense of humour too then he would be in trouble.

Steve pinched his nose. “And you couldn't say no?”

The Agent snickered, “Smith who is goon 2.” He helpfully pointed at who he had christened goon 2. “... Said, he would smack Peters around if he didn’t go into the Alley.”

Steve wanted to growl because Peters was not a SEAL, he was a valued technician but an eight of the size.  So may have felt intimidated by the size of the guy.  Steve wasn't naive, sexual assault could happen to anyone at any time.  It sucked, no, it more than sucked but it was a fact of life.  So Steve asked, “Walker and Smith, how did you defend your crewmate?”

Agent, who Steve still did not know the name of said, “Well, they did defend him.  Walker and Smith decided to smash goon 1, and goon 2, into the bar.  I was sad as my pint broke but so did their noses. .”

Steve looked at the two goons.  “You know not all service men are repressed.”

The Agent snickered in delight. “I don’t know there a few brass in Washington I know who would need to remove the stick from up their ass.  Well, before they could even contemplate being gay.”

Steve wanted to laugh at that comment. He did.  He couldn’t as they might be douches but they were his commanding officers.  He looked at his young trainees. “Look, my biggest problem is that you let the situation get to the point where you felt the need for a fight.”

His men were wise enough not to say a word.  Still, he wanted to make a point.  "You know good looking guys and women get hit on all the time. As long as you are respectful you don't end up with broken noses."

Goon 1 hissed, "Yeah, how?"

Steve looked at the Agent, he managed to convey, are you game? He got a nod in return.

"So let's role play..."

Tony slid in close to Steve, he could feel the guy's breath on his cheek. Tony spoke, "So you are way too cute to be drinking alone."

Steve smiled and he didn't miss the hitch in the Agent's voice.  "I'm Lt Commander Steve McGarrett."

Tony smirked, "Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo, NCIS."

Steve had to laugh at the way his men paled. They just understood they were in a precarious position. Still, he was pretty sure he could get them out and maybe a date in the process. Guess, tonight wouldn't be a total loss.  "So can I buy you a drink, Tony?"

Tony smirked, "Sure thing handsome let's just wait until we lose the audience."

They turned back to their audience. "See, dead easy. A small amount of charm and things are easy." Then Steve lost his calm edge, "Well, as long as you remember no means no."

Tony spoke up, "I already explained how I would shoot their dicks off if they ever forgot the word no means."

Steve could adore this guy.  "I like it, I will help you on your hunt."

"Thanks, my boss is a marine. So if I lose my gun ... I will always have a knife."

"You can't do that... I will report you,"  Goon 2 insisted.

Tony smirked, "Their boss is a respected SEAL and I am on the MCRT so my word won't be in doubt."

It sunk in. The Sheriff got there and dragged them away to their county jail.  Steve wasn't going to lose the initiative.  He called his second to get a pool car to drag back his men.  Tom was standing in the doorway.

"Sir?"

Steve knew Tom was calling him by his rank due to the mixed company. He answered, "These men need to cool their heels before I sort the issue out in the morning."

"Very good sir."

And then there was just Tony and Steve.  He could get used to this.  Tony still looked relaxed but had holstered his gun.  There was a teasing glint in Tony's eye.

"So I thought not all Navy men are repressed guys?"

Steve laughed and it felt good. He loved his job but it could be bleak.  "I am not even a little bit repressed."

"We'll see," was all Tony said.

***

Steve whistled on his way to PT that morning.  The men frowned but didn't want to question their commander's good mood.  Tony had to admit this morning that he wasn't even a little bit repressed.  

Steve didn't do anything by half-measures. He had secured Tony's phone number and a second date over breakfast.

Life was good.