Disclaimer: I do not own Hawaii Five-0 or its characters. No copy write infringement is intended.
Dedication: This story is for my DWOCD ohana. I hope this whump filled story helps everyone feel better from whatever ails you or the ones you love.
Thanks: As always, huge thanks to Fifilla for helping me through this story. Thanks for the ideas, discussion and most of all for the nagging that kept me writing even when I didn't feel like it.
A/N: This story is completely written so I hope to update daily (real life permitting!). Thank you in advance to all who read.
In some states of the Union it is said that there are two seasons: winter and construction season. Hawaii is not of those states as the tropical climate lends itself to construction all year long. Dan Stevens, formerly of International Falls, Minnesota, chuckled as he thought of the winter his friends were having while he was driving his Mack truck full of construction debris on this fine, January morning. Sure, there were clouds moving in, but that just meant rain, not snow, here.
Dan whistled happily as raindrops started to splash on the windshield. A gust of wind tugged the pup trailer attached to his truck, but the experienced truck driver barely noticed as he automatically made the slight correction necessary to keep his truck in his own lane. The whistling stopped suddenly as he rounded a corner and had to slam on his brakes and wrench the wheel to the side to avoid the car stopped on the side of the road with two people standing next to it taking a picture of the sudden rainbow. He gritted his teeth as he barely made it past the stopped car and was about to sigh in relief when he felt the truck fishtail on the slick road, pup trailer swinging wildly behind. He knew he was in trouble on the winding road without much room to maneuver and bring the big Mack under control. His heavy load started to take its toll and Dan just knew that the only outcome of this situation was going to be his truck on its side. He wrestled with the steering wheel and thanked his Maker that the road was clear. And then he saw the big, blue pickup truck come around the next corner and right into his path.
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Steve glanced over at his friend and wondered why Danny Williams was smiling. He rarely smiled, "What are you so happy about?"
Danny looked over, puzzled, "Happy? Who says I'm happy? I'm with you, aren't I?"
Steve grinned at the statement which bore no heat despite the words. Sarcasm was a sure sign that he was happy. Or upset. Or worried. Or just about anything, Steve realized. But this level of sarcasm spoke of happiness. "Yes, and I thought I'd have an argument from you about taking you sightseeing on our day off. An extra day off thanks to your benevolent dictator."
Danny snorted, "The extra day off, Benevolent Dictator, is more because Chin and Kono are on the mainland representing us at that Homeland Security conference and Catherine is out on a battleship doing Reserve time so you just didn't want to be cooped up in the office all day... So I'm happy. What of it? Why does it bother you so much when I'm happy?"
"It doesn't bother me," Steve returned the shrug and continued to stare at his partner, in between glances back to the nearly empty road as he drove. "I'm just wondering what has you so happy already this morning. Did you have a date with Amber last night?"
"Geez, McGarrett," Danny sighed. "Do you think that women are the only thing that make me happy?"
"Well..." Steve thought a moment, "yeah."
Danny rolled his eyes, "You are so juvenile. No, I did not have a date with Amber last night. I had a phone call this morning from..."
"Amber," Steve nodded in understanding.
"My nephew," Danny glared at him as he finished his sentence.
"Oh," Steve sounded slightly contrite. "As in your nephew in New Jersey, E-Train?"
Danny rolled his eyes, "Please don't call him that. He's finally doing something with his life so don't encourage him to go back to acting like a thug."
"He's not here, Danny," Steve pointed out. "I'm not encouraging him."
"Still," Danny waved his hand. "He was calling to tell me that he finished his first semester of college and thought his grades would be decent. He's really getting into the whole forensic science thing. I think I owe Fong a steak dinner. Or maybe a house."
"That's great," Steve agreed, glancing in the rear view mirror and taking note of the white Ford F150 with extended cab that was quickly closing the gap behind him. He shook his head as he wondered why the driver was in such a hurry and hoping he'd slow down before the curves in the road he knew were coming in a mile.
"What?" Danny glanced over his shoulder, wondering what had captured his partner's attention. "Something wrong?"
"No," Steve returned his gaze to the road in front of them and shrugged. "That truck behind us just seems to be going a little fast considering he's pulling a flatbed behind him. He better slow it down before we hit the curves up here."
Both Danny and Steve continued to sneak peeks back at the truck following them, but the truck seemed to have decided that he had no need to get any closer. As Steve rounded the second curve he glanced back but his eyes snapped forward again when he heard Danny's sudden intake of breath. He didn't even have time to say the curse word that sprang to mind as he slammed on the brakes and hoped for the best.
The Silverado never came to a complete stop even with Steve practically putting the brake through the floor. Steve had a fleeting thought about defensive driving as he felt the truck graze the front of the big Mack as it tipped over. The Mack's front end ripped off the Silverado's back bumper and spun the pickup truck while changing its course of direction. The truck's occupants saw nothing more as the airbags deployed and could do nothing but hang on as their seat belts tightened. They did not feel the second collision as the white Ford that had been following them came around the corner and had no chance to avoid the growing accident. The large, blue Silverado was barely discernable in the wreckage when the dust finally settled several minutes later.