I am very excited to begin this story. I love Steve McGarrett with a burning passion and I feel like there is so much more to his character than the show allows us to see. And I love the bromance so much. I hope you like the first chapter. Enjoy :)

Chapter 1: Nā Mino Make(Dead Dreams)

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He doesn't remember it ever being this dark. A chill runs down his spine and rattles his bones. The room is like piercing black ice. Heavy breathing echoes against the walls and bounces off the ceiling. He is alone in the dreadful black. Silence corrupts his soul. He opens his eyes slowly. A haze washes over him and causes him to stumble slightly. He blinks to clear his focus. His heart desperately tries to crawl into his throat but ends up falling into the pit of his stomach. He lets out a sound, something to cut the tension. A whimper, maybe a moan. Something to be aware of his presence.

In front of him are stairs covered in shadows. He gulps, feeling his hands begin to shake. Something is off. He can feel it. Deep within himself he knows that this is not what dying feels like. He grabs onto the railing and takes his first step. The step creaks under him in protest and he stifles a gasp. Fear takes over immediately and his breathing hitches. He continues to walk up the stairs, stumbling a few times.

Then he realizes where the stairs have taken him. He is at the home base. The glass doors provide the only light in the pitch black for him to draw that conclusion. Hesitating he opens the doors. They shrill in anger from being moved. He is covered in his own sweat, his armpits drenched and his legs shaking uncontrollably. He walks in, terrified beyond reason. Then he sees something that makes his blood run cold.

"Chin!" He shouts, rushing towards the fallen man by the cyber desk. He kneels down toward him. Blood stains the man's clothes and his legs are sprawled out. His throat is slit with blood gushing down his neck and shoulders. The crimson liquid makes his stomach churn.

"Chin, chin no come on don't do this to me. Chin please!" He cries out, desperately trying to feel for a pulse on the cold skin. His hands are shaking violently and he murmurs quietly to himself comforting Chin. There is no pulse.

He stifles a sob. This man was like a brother to him. His ʻo ke kaikunāne. They had been through so much together. He had been honored to work with such a man. This man was given friendship and guidance from his father. Something that he himself had never received from his own father. He had helped him get through the grieving and the undeniable guilt that coursed through his veins everyday. For that he was eternally grateful to Chin.

He felt himself sinking. He sniffles and gently reaches over and closes Chin's eyes. To give him some peace and security. Chin looked more peaceful like he was sleeping. He was just sleeping. He didn't die. That was a enough comfort for him to take his leave. He stood up and stepped over Chin's legs. He turned around and looked at him one last time. He had to be strong.

"Mahalo Chin. For everything my brother." He whispers. He can smell the black blood and closes his eyes to try to direct his mind away. He breathes heavily. He knows that he must give a burden to Kono. He puts on a brave face and makes his way into her office. He knocks on the glass door seeing the chair turned around and her hair barely peeking from the top.

She must know then. She must have seen him. His heart aches for her knowing that the sight of her cousin would haunt her for the rest of her life.

"Kono?"

He doesn't get a response, not that he expected to. He opens the door. Times like these called for an invasion of privacy. He had to let her know that everything would be alright.

"Kono?" He tries again, his voice cracking under the pressure.

Nothing. Not a sound.

The chair is still facing away from him. He cautiously makes his way around her desk careful not to startle her. He comes around her chair and he cries out in horror.

"Kono!" He shrieks. He sees the blood. Everywhere. It paints her blouse, her neck, her shoulders. She sits in her chair straight as if someone modeled her to pose after they gruesomely killed her. He sobs now, not caring who hears him.

"Kono, no no th...this ca..n..not be ha,..ha..ppen..ing." He stutters out trying to compose himself.

"Kono Kono come on."

He shakes her shoulders and her body falls limp in his arms. He holds onto her body with everything he has, Everything he ever wanted to be. Everything he never could be, He sobs into her crooked form and pets her hair in a way to comfort her and himself.

"It's alright Kono. Y...you c...can sl..e..ep n..now." He stutters, his arms shaking while holding her. He stands up and grabs her limp body and carries her outside. Her blood stains his arms and his shirt. He kneels down and lays her next to Chin. Her eyes are wide open and he wishes someone would gouge his eyes out. He leans down and brushes his hand over her eyes to close them. They are just sleeping.

He is covered in blood. Their blood. His friend's blood. He sobs heavily while standing over them. His hands are soaked in blood. A thought appears in his mind.

"Danny." He says softly and looks over into his office. He doesn't see anything and that makes him shiver. He looks back down at Kono and Chin. He sways slightly and wipes his eyes furiously.

He looks back at Danny's office and stumbles over to his doors. His body is programmed on pure terror now and his actions are fueled by intense blinding concern.

"Danny I'm coming in." He says more to himself than to the person he is talking to. He opens the doors and the black walls seize him. He looks around preparing himself to see something that would truly break him.

"Danny?" He whispers in an uneasy tone. He walks around his desk. He can't see anything. It's more dark in here than any other room. He bangs his foot on the side of Danny's desk and curses in agony. Then he looks up at black ceilings and curses to the god above for letting their blood be spilled so gruesomely. He feels around and finds the top of Danny's chair. He is reeling now, ready for whatever he is about to see. His lungs feel like they might burst by how heavy and quick he is breathing. He wouldn't care. After everything he has seen, he wishes for death more than ever before. He moves the chair to face him, the swiveling sound pounding into his skull and echoing off the shadows dancing on the walls. Then he completely falls apart.

"Danno." He whispers. His body shakes so hard that his bones howl in despair. Then he lets out a scream louder than ever before.

"DANNY!" He screams collapsing into his body. Danny's limp form falls on top of him and he sobs so hard that his chest and his lungs cry out in agony, begging for him to stop.

"Dear god this can't be happening. Danny! Danny! Please no. Please. Dear god Danny! Open your eyes Danny, please. Danny." He mumbles into his shirt and lifts himself off of Danny and holds him up with his arms begging him to open his eyes. His arms are drenched in blood. Danny's blood. Kono's blood. Chin's blood. He screams again, tears flooding down his face. He holds onto Danny hugging him. Hugging him so tight, afraid to let go. He sobs into Danny's shirt.

This was his true friend. His best friend. He had never had a best friend, but Danny was the only true and real thing that kept his head above pain. Above anger. Above sadness. Above fear.

He cried like a little boy wishing that his father didn't send him away. He cried like a little boy wishing his mother was alive and could rock him to sleep. He cried like he had never cried before. After sobbing in the dark for awhile, he had to catch his breath and he releases Danny and gently pushes him back into the chair. Danny's body immediately slumps and blood gushes down his neck. His blonde hair is tossed about in all different directions looking like tousled waves.. One strand of hair hangs over his face slightly above his forehead. Blood runs down the hair and cascades down his face.

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He watches it losing all sense of reality. The blood continues to drip off the hair and onto Danny's face and clothes. He cries once again in front of his Danno and never stops once to wipe his eyes. His soul shatters in that dark corner of the room. He sobs violently and feels himself fading. Fading ever so slowly. Fading….

"OUH" Steve shoots up out of bed with a loud groan. He pants heavily feeling sweat drip down his forehead. His hands are shaking and he tries to calm himself. Trying to be as quiet as possible, but the damage is already done.

"Steve?" Her voice gently whispers breaking through the darkness surrounding them. She had felt the sudden movement on the side of the bed and felt the blanket being forced away from her. The warmth gone now and worry taking over. She sees him sitting up and blinks the black dots out of her eyes. When she gets no answer from him, she sits up in bed and places a hand on his back. It feels grounding.

"Hey, you alright?"

Her attention is all on him now and she can feel the shivers running down his back. She moves her hand in a circular motion on his back. She knew that this comforted him sometimes. She hears his breathing hitch.

He rubs his eyes and looks over at her, giving her a tired smile.

"Yeah I'm okay."

"You sure?"

"I'm fine Cath. Sorry I woke you up."

"I was having a boring dream anyway so don't worry about it." She is still concerned and refuses to lay back down until he does.

Steve feels her hand still rubbing his back and moving towards his shoulder. He knows that she is worried.

"Really I'm fine. Now come on. Lets get some rest."

He kisses her forehead and lays his head back down on the pillow. He feels Catherine's arms immediately wraps her arms around his waist and she lays her head on his shoulder. She needed to be close to him. She needed to know he was alright. But most importantly, she needed to love him.

Catherine falls right back to sleep but Steve's eyes remain open locked in that fevered nightmare.


The sun starts to peek through the curtains and Catherine stirs slightly. She looks over at Steve who seems to have fallen asleep. His eyes are clenched tightly. She kisses his cheek and snakes her arms out from under him. She yawns and covers her mouth, refusing to wake him. She gets up out of the bed slowly and puts the blanket back near the pillows to give him extra warmth. She looks at the alarm clock by the table.

7:00 A.M.

Normally Steve would be up a little earlier to go for his morning swim and jog. Or sometimes he would wake up Catherine for a little morning romp. But last night had been tough on him.

Catherine had noticed that every night seemed to have a hold on Steve. He had been having trouble sleeping for the past week.

She would be damned if she woke him up. Reaching down, she rolls down a tucked corner of her pajama pants and makes her way out of the bedroom. She is about to close the door when she hears vibrating.

"No. no." She whispers rushing over to the bedside table and grabs Steve's phone knowing how easy it was to wake that man. He was a little sleeper. Sometimes she was grateful for that. Other times it annoyed her to no end.

She walks out of the room and closes the door as quietly as possible, the phone still vibrating in her hand. Without even thinking and just knowing Steve's phone is in her hand, she answers and then mentally slaps herself in the face.

"McGarrett?"

"Oh wow Steven, your sounding more like a girl everyday."

"Danny…"

"Morning Catherine!"

She can practically see his gleaming smile over the phone. She rolls her eyes.

"How was your night?"

"It was fine, Danny. How's Grace doing?" She decides to spin off the conversation into his direction.

"Oh she's good. I just dropped her off at school. Listen, is Steve around or he is just getting ready for his 20 mile swim?"

"...He's sleeping Danny."

"...Uh I'm sorry, did you just say he was sleeping? He's not off gallivanting in the ocean or trying to get himself killed trying to run off the face of the earth?"

"No Danny. Steve is sleeping. It's been….well it was…"

"Was what?" Danny interrupts hearing the hesitation in her voice.

"It was a rough night."

"Why, did something happen?"

"No. Just...look Danny. If it's not important then I really don't wanna bother him. He hasn't been sleeping well this past week and I know he needs his rest. I just want him to sleep right now."

Danny can hear the worry in her voice for Steve. She knew him from the inside and out. She needed to know for herself that he was alright.

"Well I'm sorry Catherine, but we have a case and I kinda need the big lug with me so we can get some lead way with the new lieutenant governor."

He hears her sigh in the phone and feels a pang of guilt. Maybe he could handle the case without Steve but before he can voice his thoughts, Catherine speaks.

"Okay I'll get him up and let him know. Do you need to talk to him?"

"Uh no I guess not. Just let him know I'll come by the house and pick him up in about 10."

Normally Steve would drive up to head quarters and then he would drive Danny's car to the crime scene. But because of the circumstances and Catherine's obvious worry, Danny decided to just come by the house. He knew Catherine would appreciate it.

"Thank you Danny."

She hangs up the phone and sighs heavily. She really wanted him to sleep today. Just for a couple hours. He looked so tense when he slept and she wanted him to relax. She makes her way up the stairs and opens the door. He's still sleeping and the lines have faded away around his eyes. He seems to be in a relaxed state. Finally.

'Now I have to ruin it' Catherine thinks to herself. She kneels down in front of him.

"Steve."

He doesn't flinch.

"Steve. Come on." She shakes his shoulder and feels him stir.

He lets out a deep sigh and opens his eyes.

"Morning." He smiles at her. Even when his hairs a mess and he's not even trying, she still gets shivers down her spine from that smile.

"Sorry to wake you, but Danny called. He said that you guys have a case. He's going to come by and pick you up. I told him that would be fine."

"He's picking me up?"

"Yeah."

"I can drive myself to work Cath." Steve says, slightly annoyed.

"Well I wanted you to rest and Danny offered to get you and I'm not going to argue with him. You know how he gets."

Oh did Steve know what that blonde whirlwind could turn into. He sits up in bed and pinches the bridge of his nose.

"You sure this isn't just you worrying about me again?"

"Well…" She looks down at the floor, tears threatening to spill. Steve notices her change in demeanor.

"Catherine, hey Cath look at me."

He takes his hand and gently lifts her chin up. She bites her bottom lip.

"I told you I'm fine. I just had weird dream, that's all." He whispers in a soothing voice trying to comfort her. She normally wouldn't get so emotional over little things like this, There was more to it. Steve was sure of it. He would talk to her about it later.

"I'm just tired." He assures her and gets up out of bed, moving the sheets off his legs. She gets up from the floor and looks at him. Then she really looks at him.

Boy did he look tired.

"Well Danny's gonna be here soon so…"

She moves to get out of his way, but he grabs her arm and pulls her towards him. Their lips inches away from touching.

"You don't have to worry about me. I'm fine." He murmurs in her hair and she closes her eyes when he kisses her gently.

"You gotta get ready or you'll be late." She whispers staring into his eyes.

"Yeah." He nods. Then he leaves her in the bedroom and makes his way into the bathroom. Catherine still stands there. Why wasn't he letting her in?

Steve starts the water and takes his clothes off. He steps into the shower, feeling an overwhelming sense of dread take over. He thinks about the dream he had. It would haunt him for a long time. Then he thinks about Catherine. She was acting strange. Why wasn't she letting him in?

Before he realized it he had taken a lot longer than 3 minutes for his shower. He quickly shampooed his hair and washed his body before turning the water off.

"Steve! Danny's here." Catherine yells from the bottom of the stairs seeing the silver camaro pull into the driveway.

"Damn it." Steve curses, stepping out of the shower. He shakes his hair off in the towel and puts on the clean clothes he brought into the bathroom. Then after a quick shave and brushing of teeth, he goes into the bedroom, straps his gun on his waist, and makes his way down the stairs.

Catherine is in the kitchen making some eggs. He comes into the kitchen behind her and wraps his arms around her waist. She smiles and leans her head into his chest.

"You know Danny's waiting, right?" She teases him.

"Eh let him wait a little longer. He's a patient guy." Steve says with a chuckle. He lets go of her and walks by the counter. Catherine takes the spatula in her hand and pokes him in the ribs.

"Go." She smiles at him, seeing the spark in his eyes.

"Alright, Alright I'm going. Hey you should get some rest." He teases her quirking his eyebrows. Catherine shakes her head in amusement. Then he opens the door.

"Bye Cath." He shouts and the door closes. Catherine stands in the kitchen smiling, but then it fades away and she prays for Steve to be safe. She turns back to the oven and flips her eggs.

Steve has a ridiculous smile on his face as he makes his way to Danny's car. Danny is not amused. Danny takes the keys out of the ignition and gets out of the car, knowing how this will go.

"Hope I didn't make you wait too long, Danno." Steve says and takes the keys out of Danny's hand.

"Make me wait? Oh no babe. We're already an hour late! The governor is going to be on our asses! But as long as you got a good rest." Danny sneers, already upset that they are late.

Steve puts the keys in and Danny gets in from the side.

"Hey I'm sorry, okay." Steve defends himself as they pull out of the driveway. Danny gives Steve the address and then he decides to keep silent and gratefully Steve does too.

"So how did you sleep?" Danny asks nonchalantly. He sees Steve give him a weird glance.

"What's that?"

"What's what?"

"That look you just gave me."

"What look?"

"The look that says something's up and I would rather not talk about it."

"I don't have that look."

"You do too have that look!"

"It's nothing Danny."

"Okay it's nothing. Right okay then tell me this Steven. Why is it this morning that I have to pick you up in my car. My car! Did it ever occur to you that after having to drive Grace to school, driving 30 minutes from the school to the office, then having to drive back to your house to get your sorry ass that I might want to drive my own car for a change!"

"Danny we discussed this. You know I get carsick."

"Right! You mister Army rambo gets carsick! You can have guns pointed at your head, get punched and kicked in the face and walk off without a scratch, have numerous people trying to kill you, but you get carsick!"

"Navy, Danno." Steve corrects, getting thoroughly annoyed.

Danny sputters. Steve rubs his forehead. Silence floods into the car once again. Maybe Danny ran out of oxygen. Steve prays for that many times throughout the day in the back of his mind. But silence never lasts long for the two of them.

"Chin and Kono already there?" Steve asks looking over at Danny.

"Yeah."

Steve finds a side road to pull up to the crime scene. Police and ambulances surround the area. He parks the car. Danny gets out and shuts the door. Steve follows. Kono is talking to a police officer near one of the ambulances. Chin walks over to meet them halfway.

"Alright Chin what do we got?" Steve asks over the loud sirens.

Okay. That's it. I hope you liked it. Review! And be honest. I love this show so much and I want to do it justice. Btw on a completely different note, did anybody watch the New Amsterdam finale! If you did feel free to pm me so we can rant about that amazing new show. Anyway I will update when I can, but I need to know if this is worth updating, okay, So please review.

Mahalo! :)