This is my first attempt at H50 fan fiction. I'd love to know your thoughts.

Thanks to everyone for their encouragement!

Disclaimer: I don't own H50. Just having some fun.

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"Fuck!" Danny called out from behind Steve. "That was a gunshot."

Another bullet whizzed passed them, sending bark flying.

"Get down!" Steve yelled and dropped to a crouch.

"Already doing that, smarty pants." Danny frowned. He could tell Steve was turning on the autopilot. A simple hike should not be cause for Super Seal to appear.

"Where's it coming from?" Steve looked over his shoulder, tossing his partner an inquisitive look.

"That direction." Danny waved his free arm.

Both men had their weapons drawn. Not their usual service weapons, at least not for Danny. After a previous adventure in the jungle, he kept a smaller gun on his ankle, hidden, simple. Danny had no doubt Steve carried an assortment of armaments – knives, handguns, maybe a grenade or two. He never knew what to expect from his friend, but he'd come to trust him.

"Nice camping spot you have here." Danny muttered.

Steve flashed him a lopsided grin. "Heard that."

Danny could not hide his irritation. He knew his voice had what Steve called a tone. "Apparently someone else wants your special spot all to themselves."

Steve moved closer to Danny, eyes studying their surroundings. "You see anyone?"

Danny knew this was a rhetorical question, a way for Steve to sort out the situation and plan his next move while keeping his partner somewhat involved. Steve was far superior at tracking in this terrain. Danny'd take the urban jungle any day.

Something flashed off to their right. Danny motioned that direction; Steve nodded. Just then the silence was broken by a blaze of gunfire, the automatic weapon kind. They scrambled to get behind the base of a large tree.

"Sheesh." Danny groaned, rough bark digging into his side.

Steve shook his head. He tried to steal a glance in the direction of the shooting but was met with more bullets. "Damn, what'd we stumble onto?"

"Camping, that's what. Haven't I been telling you it's no good. Too many people like to hide in the woods. Bad people. With guns." Danny huffed, hand in his hair.

Steve ignored his friend's complaints. More shots erupted. Closer this time.

Danny did his best to squat even lower. "Shit, there must be an army of them."

"I count maybe 5." Steve scanned the area again, desperate to find a way out of this mess.

"Compared to the 2 of us. Without the big guns. That's an army." Danny pulled his phone from his pocket. "We need to double back, get some backup."

Steve shook his head. "Don't even look, Danny. No cell service out here."

Danny sighed loudly, trying to keep a lid on his negative mood. It wouldn't help him get out of this. "Another reason I hate camping."

"We weren't camping. We were scouting out a spot." Steve chuckled. "And you need to lighten up."

"Lighten up he says? Seriously Steven? And scouting a spot still leads to camping. It's like a gateway drug. You find a nice spot. You wanna try it out. It leads to camping. And more camping. Next thing ya know, you're a Navy Seal Neanderthal jumping off buildings and getting your partner shot."

Steve shook off Danny's rant, making eye contact with his friend. He needed to anchor him to the moment. Not to mention, this joke was getting old. "I apologized for that."

"Yea well, maybe it's still pending." Danny checked his weapon. He frowned when he realized he didn't have a full clip.

Steve was all smiles, full of bravado as usual. "You love me, and you know it."

"I despise you and your camping." Danny forced himself not to grin, but yes, despite his insane love for danger, he did love his partner. He couldn't deny their strong bond. But now wasn't the time to dwell on it.

More shots, very close now. A few feet from them. Mud splattered with the impact.

"We gotta go, Danno. We need to find another position. Get a better look."

Danny gestured with an exasperated flourish. "Lead the way."

"Try not to fall on your face." Steve turned and grinned. "You might mess up that hair."

"Funny stuff, Steven. Funny stuff."