Title: Right Place, Right Time
Author: sockie1000
Summary: After all, the heat of the moment wasn't the place to reconsider your ethics. ** Danny's POV. Spoilers for 5.4, "Ka No'eau".
Author's notes: I'm not sure what it is about Danny and guns that compels me to write but since it's the first time I've been inspired in over a year, I'm not going to fight it. I'm not taking a position on guns one way or the other in this story, I'm merely trying to get inside Danny's head.
This is a companion piece to "No Easy Answers" but can be read alone. Like it's predecessor, it's also 300 words on the nose because I'm anal like that.
Beta by Cokie316.
***H50***
Over the years, Danny had reached an uneasy truce with guns. After all of his soul-searching, his position on firing weapons boiled down to two simple rules: right place, right time.
The right time was easy. Anytime someone was shooting at you was the right time to shoot back. That was a no-brainer.
The right place was more of a gray area but generally, anywhere someone was shooting at you was an appropriate place to return in kind. And although Danny tried to avoid shooting near unarmed and innocent people, it didn't always work.
And when he was under fire and there were no innocent bystanders around, he had no problem emptying multiple clips at a rate fast enough to make both Rambo and Steve McGarrett proud. Just ask the armed drone about that one, if you can find the pieces.
These were not hard and fast rules; merely parameters he had unconsciously set-up in his mind so he wouldn't have to think about it in the middle of a gunfight. After all, the heat of the moment wasn't the place to reconsider your ethics.
But he only used his gun for protecting and defending himself, his team, and others.
Until now.
Because Danny wasn't on duty today. He hadn't even brought his sidearm with him. And while he thought he was going to the right place at the right time, he found out he was wrong. Horribly wrong.
Now, the shooting had stopped.
And while the man cowering in front of him was unarmed, he certainly was not innocent.
His brother's silence and the steel drum testified to that.
The gun did not waver in Danny's hand.
After all, the heat of the moment wasn't the place to reconsider your ethics.
Right place, right time.
It didn't always work.
Fin