Olivia Vada Grayson walked into the ER prepared for her second week working at the Wilcox Memorial hospital. Taking the charts off the nurses' station, she walked around to survey what damage was done to a man who poured gasoline on the pig fire pit to 'make it cook faster…' holding back her smile the brunette walked over to treat the third degree burns. People were such idiots, oh tourists…

"OUT OF THE WAY! I NEED HELP, NOW! NEWBIE GET OVER HERE!" the head nurse came charging through, a man holding up another man, blood pouring from his side, barely able to stand up right. He was mumbling to the man he was dragging, something along the lines of 'it'll be alright Danno, you'll be okay, its' just a scratch…' he seemed like he was suppressing the anxiousness he felt, and the fear for his friend. He had a look of steely composure; Lord knows how long it would last.

Olivia ran to his side, helping the man carry the injured one, yelling for a stretcher. He had a bullet hole piercing his side, it was nicely buried, deep within his abdomen. It was certainly more than just a scratch.

"Prep an OR we need to get this bullet out before it shifts and does any more damage!" her voice was commanding, she knew what she was doing, even if she was technically new to the specific ER, she was most positively not new to the medical world as a whole.

"Did you say bullet? As in shot?" the head nurse was an over exaggerating, nerve degrading jackass. Everyone knew it, but her piercing screech was going to be the end of Doctor Grayson.

"Nurse Isles please keep your unbearable voice to a minimum!" her eyes were deadly serious, and promptly shut her counterpart's mouth.

"How do we know HE didn't shoot him? And he won't try and off him after he gets out of surgery! For all we know, he brought him here to try and cover his own…" another glare from Doctor Grayson shut her up once more, and as she and two helping male nurses lifted the wounded onto a stretcher, Olivia took a good look at the other man. Her eyes scanned his body language, his weapon, his stance, and his worried eyes. The way he carried himself, and how he carried the other man.

"Name and rank officer," it was a command, he was not used to commands, most likely the head of something. The other man wasn't military, and the guns they both had were cop guns. Why would an officer, fairly high ranking, be with a cop, who looked and dressed like a tourist, go to a public hospital for help…

"Lieutenant Command Steve Mcgarrett United States Navy," having the question thrown at him in a time like this was the only reason he didn't put up more of a fight.

"You must be the famous Five-O I heard about over the last week… This is your partner" it was a statement, not an observation per say, but a very calculating statement, before he could get a word in edge wise, she continued.

"Are there anymore bullet holes I need to be aware of, any medical history I need to know, right now, any other injures?" her voice was quick and clear, a no nonsense type it seemed.

"No Doctor, a single gunshot wound to the side, I think it may have nicked an artery from the amount of blood. There's a lot more on site than what's bleeding into his cloths…"

"He's lost consciousness Doctor…" one of the nurses had his hands over the wound to apply steady pressure. Even though the conversation with the other man was short, it was too long for the patient.

"Understood, is that OR prepped and ready?"

"Yes doctor"

"Good, Doctor Davis cant seem to be bothered by a surgery at the moment, so you better hope one of your interns is ready to fly solo," she was already half way across the hall with the stretcher before anyone else besides the nurses could follow.

After four and a half excruciating hours, Olivia walked out into the lobby, looking for the Commander to update him.

She found that the group for Williams, Daniel had had grown in considerable size, a little girl, what looked to be his wife, and two native Hawaiians, the last two most likely other team mates. Great, they could shoot her if they wanted to; she noted the fire arms at their sides.

She walked right up to the group; they were all sitting, except the Commander, who was pacing like a mad man.

"Are you all here for Daniel Williams?" everyone's heads shot up to stare intently at the woman behind the voice. Some shook their heads; the little girl did so frantically, the tear stains from where she had been crying in plain view.

"He's out of surgery, he did well. And you were right Commander, it nicked an artery, but we were able to repair it. Now he's not out of the woods yet, but it looks like a full recovery in six to eight weeks. We want to keep him under observation for a while, to insure the internal bleeding does not begin again," She was calm, her voice a bit edgy, but calm. She was glad she could compartmentalize, because she felt horrible. Doctor Davis hadn't answered his 911 page, and no one seemed to be able to get a hold of him. A few slip ups from the two interns that were performing. Thank Daniel Williams lucky stars he was a fighter, or the man would no doubt be dead.

"Can we see him?" Commander Mcgarrett was the first to speak; he looked to be thinking over her small monologue, about him staying in the hospital, and Olivia wondered what he could possibly be pondering so intently after what she said.

"Yes, but he is not awake and…" she took a step close to the obvious leader in the group and spoke softly so only he could hear. "He doesn't look as good as he is Commander, its' my recommendation you do not send in his daughter. Children normally react negatively at seeing one of their parents hooked up machines with wires everywhere. Right now, his breathing is being controlled with a tube snaking down his throat…." She looked at him intently, and showed her apology, but sincere concern.

"Understood, but Grace needs to see her father is alive,"

"But see, to her, he won't be. He can't talk, won't respond to anything she does, and the only thing you can tell her is that her father is injured and sleeping, I don't know if he'll be fine so don't promise her anything…"

"Doctor! We have a code red in the emergency room!" a nurse came barreling through the door yelling at the top of her lungs.

"Right, Commander, your man is in room 26B, and if you'll excuse me, any more questions bring to the nurses' station!" she added the last part with a turn of her head over her shoulder as she ran down the hall in the direction of the ER.

It had been a very, very long day. Damn the head surgeon for 'forgetting to put new batteries in his pager.'

"Pompous old bag…" she muttered indigently.

Walking out of the locker room made for doctors, she finally let her hair fall from the tight bun it had been in all day. It was almost eleven in the evening, and she had been at the hospital for over fourteen hours. The night shift came and saved her from performing an enema because somehow, all the nurses disappeared.

"Magical…" she mumbled, a man, who had to be over four-hundred pounds, waddled in demanding uh…. She shivered, it was really quite disgusting. Thank the Hawaiian Islands for Doctor James Dean over there; the man was a flirt if she ever saw one. But it didn't matter to Olivia, he got her out of an… an, anyway, she was happy.

Running a hand through her messy hair, she noticed it started to curl from being up and twisted all day, she looked ridiculous really, but she couldn't bring herself to care. All she wanted was to get home, and eat something. Maybe take another shower, she had taken one at the hospital for the fact she was stained with blood in a few places, but maybe she wanted a leisurely shower…

Before she could even get out the door though, she needed to speak with a certain Commander Mcgarrett, if she remembered correctly. She found him just leaving, his eyes tired, and his shoulders sagged, and he looked horrible. It only added to the guilt at what she was about to say.

"Commander Mcgarrett?" her voice was softer, but not without edge again, Steve noticed. He really didn't give damn what she was about to say, but was raised to respect woman, and doctors, so he stopped and turned to look at her. She looked worse off than he did. The bags, the pale face, and those brown eyes lost their luster a bit. He guessed whoever he heard her cursing about, something about 'batteries' and 'pompous old wind bag' when he was waiting in Danny's room was a factor.

"Doctor Grayson," he said calmly, but tiredly

"I wanted to tell you something very important about what happened here today," she squared her shoulders slightly, and looked him straight in the eye. He did the same, standing a bit taller when he straightened out his back. She could only be a max of five inches shorter, putting her around 5' 8" a fairly tall woman if he guessed correctly.

"If you hadn't gotten your partner to this hospital at the time you did, I have little doubt he'd be dead. Even with an ambulance, or a helicopter, he would have bled to death in minutes. If your crime scene, where ever it went down, was any further than it was, he would be dead. Next time, he, or you, or the rest of your team may not be so lucky,"

"Okay, and what would you have me do about this Doctor?" his voice now had a bit of an edge, she was a doctor, not a damned Navy officer, he knew what he was doing, and his people knew the dangers.

"Get a doctor trained as a cop, and have them on call for only your people, it's the only way I can think of to get your people taken care of without having to get them to a hospital. Ask the Governor about it, I'm sure she wants to protect her special task force as much as you do,"

"So I guess you want that job?" he was a little angry he'd admit, the woman wanted the job opportunity, she wasn't doing this for his people, but for herself, and that caused a bit of anger to well up inside him. The conniving bitc….

"No Commander, I have no intention of taking the job. I've been at this hospital for eight days, and have no intention for leaving my ER unattended. Thank you, for the accusation, it was well aimed might I add," her sarcastic remark at the end took him by surprise, but he didn't say anything, his eyes again locked with hers and his turned more into a glare than anything.

"Have a good night doctor,"

"Same to you Commander," they headed their separate ways without looking back.

Xxxxxxxx

Soooo…. I came back and read this… and there were a lot of mistakes! Ridiculous mistakes that pissed me off! Anyway! I corrected them, and now I can, barely, stand it… it gets better I promise!

Just the beginning!

I decided I love Hawaii Five-O and let's face it… we all have a little crush (or big) on Steve Mcgarrett, especially when he's played by Alex O'Loughlin…. Anyway… review dearies!