Five times Steve McGarrett carried his Ohana and one time they returned the favour.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything to do with Hawaii Five-0 and I promise to put everyone back in one piece.

Rating: M for language, to be safe.

This is my first H50 fic so apologies if anyone appears to be OOC. I usually write for Supernatural. I've only watched up to 2.19 as well so I'm slightly behind.

Each chapter will stand alone.

H50*H50 * H50*H50 * H50*H50

1 - Danny.

"Are you even listening to me?"

Steve tears his gaze away from his cell phone and raises an eyebrow at his partner, who, in typical Danny fashion, is gesticulating wildly as he talks.

"Not really, no." He drops his phone on top of his desk and leans back in his chair, crossing his arms. "What were you saying?"

Danny scowls at him from the doorway. "Funny." He pushes away from the doorjamb and the glass door swings shut behind him as he approaches Steve's desk. "Considering a career change are we, babe? No, no," He waves a hand as Steve goes to interrupt, "Don't tell me - you're planning on distracting the bad guys with your really bad jokes so we can arrest them before they try to shoot us?"

He sits on the edge of the desk and rubs at a smudge mark on the face of his watch. "Y'know, you might be onto something there, Super Seal; Just think how much paperwork that would save us from doing."

He looks up when Steve doesn't answer and rolls his eyes, pushing himself up off the tabletop. "What I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted, Steven, is that I have Grace this weekend and, for some strange reason," Danny breaks off to glare at his partner, "My darling daughter has decided that the only thing she could possibly do this weekend is go hik- "

"Sorry to interrupt," Chin pushes the glass door open and leans into the office, "The Governor just called - body parts found in a warehouse next to the docks."

Steve stands and stretches, exhaling when the vertebrae between his shoulder blades pop satisfyingly. "You and Kono go find out who owns the warehouse. We're gonna need a list of everyone who has access." He pockets his phone. "Danny and I will go talk to Max. Call me when you're done."

They're almost at the entrance to the car park when Steve stops abruptly just shy of the main door.

"How the hell is Gracie wanting to go hiking my fault?"

Danny raises an eyebrow. "You wanna move along there, Super Seal? We're blocking the exit."

McGarrett blinks at him confusedly.

"You're the only person I know who hikes ergo," He prods at Steve's chest with his index finger, "Your fault. Can we go now?"

He turns away and steps out into the sunshine.

H50*H50

"I swear to God, McGarrett, if we survive this, I'm gonna kill you. Jesus… "

Danny ducks down behind a pallet, flinching as the crate beside him splinters into thousands plastic shards. He fires off another two rounds.

"I'm actually going to kill you; Never mind hiking this weekend - I'll be too busy digging your goddamn grave."

He peers hesitantly around the stack of pallets. The warehouse is eerily silent between the spatters of gunfire and he slips fluidly across a gap between the towering rows lining the walls.

His heart beat feels deafeningly loud.

His gun is pointed towards the floor, sweaty palms curled around the grip as he darts across another gap. The discoloured wooden slats press into his shoulder blades as he inches his way towards the end of the row. Quiet steps to his left have him tightening his grip on his gun and he turns on the balls of his feet, raising his gun to shoulder height.

He's running out of time; The footsteps are just around the corner. He steels himself and flips off the safety, counts down from three, two, one...

"Woah… Easy, Danno." McGarrett grins at him from behind his own semi-automatic and a red hot cloud descends on Danny, wrapping itself around his chest and forcing itself down his throat.

"What the ever-loving fuck, McGarrett?" he hisses, jabbing his gun in Steve's direction. "What happened to 'doing it by the book', or did you conveniently forget about that bit?" He drops his gun and glares at his partner, "Don't look at me like that. You don't get to look at me like that when you're actively trying to get me killed."

Pallets splinter behind his head and they drop to a crouch, covering their heads as needle-sharp slivers of wood rain down on them. A second bullet slams into the concrete floor inches from Steve's boot, showering them in a cloud of dust and he briefly feels the warmth of Steve's hand through the thin cotton of his shirt sleeve as he's dragged to his feet. They barrel along the corridor, Danny's boots slipping on the cool concrete as he ducks off to the right and crouches down behind a skip. His heart is thudding heavily against his ribcage, a deafening tattoo that drowns out the sound of his partner's boots striking the floor behind him.

Except that Steve isn't behind him any more; The footsteps are fading and abruptly muted by a staccato of gunshots somewhere to his left. He takes a breath and wipes the palms of his hands on the legs of his pants before pushing himself up off the ground. Steve's voice is muffled and he has to strain to hear him over the sound of his heart beating in his ears.

"I'm done." Steve's voice echoes along the corridors and Danny groans inwardly. He pushes away from the skip and slips across another gap as Steve raises his voice.

"Y'hear me, Kevin? I'm done playing games."

Danny's close; He can hear the gentle pad of Steve's boots against the concrete floor as he strides along the long corridor behind him.

"Kev- "

The metallic click stops Steve in his tracks. The metal is cold against his neck and he raises his hands above his head.

"Turn around. Slowly." Kevin nudges him with the muzzle. "Put your weapon on the ground and push it to me."

H50*H50

Danny curses, watching as Steve drops to a crouch and shoves his gun towards the young man in front of him. Sighing, he sidles along the row of pallets and ducks to the right, down another long corridor. His footsteps sound like fireworks. The gun is still aimed at Steve's head.

"On your knees. Hands on your head."

He watches as Steve drops to his knees, lacing his fingers behind his head.

Shit...

And double shit, because he may have said that last bit out loud.

He manages to get a single shot off before he's knocked off his feet. He can see Steve running towards him at full speed and seconds later he feels sickening waves of poker-hot pain radiating up his leg from his ankle all the way up to his hip as both Steve and Kevin come down on top of him. His fingers scramble to grip at the sleeve of Steve's t-shirt as the waves swell up and crash over him.

"Hey, Danno…" He opens his eyes to find Steve leaning over him, grinning. "Need a hand?"

He scowls and blinks hard when Steve splits in two above him. "Seriously?" He waves a hand in Steve's direction. "Tell me something, Steven, did it ever occur to you that it's actually possible to go more than 24 hours without being shot at or did they skip over that part at Seal School?"

Steve grins and pulls Danny's arm over his shoulders, wrapping the other arm around his partner's waist. "I must have missed that class." He nudges Danny towards the exit.

"You're still not funny."