A/N: Haven't written anything in a long time, this is an unfinished story I found and I thought: hell, why not finish it. I've had several endings in mind but I've lost all of them in my busy mind so I still have to think about the next coming chapters and how the story will unfold. Not sure I will make it a slash-fanfic yet, that's why I said it wasn't, but that depends on what you guys think. And I love to add whumpage but I'm also not sure yet who will be hurt the worst.

So leave a message after the beep and tell me what you want, and I'll see what I can do for the coming chapters.

The day had started off like a normal day. Then again, a day with Steve McGarrett as partner was everything but normal. It was a survival, because the man was, as Danny loved to say, a trouble magnet.

It wasn't a surprise to Danny when 'just' picking up the main lead in their case turned into a gunfight followed by a highly dangerous chase.

'Dammit Steve, I don't want to die!'

Even though Danny trusted his partner a lot, he had his seatbelt in a tight grip and kept his gaze on the road. Steve could drive pretty well, but it wouldn't be the first time they'd crash because of his crazy driving.

But in spite of Danny's screaming Steve didn't slow down. Just like the suspect they were chasing, he stepped on the gas and didn't hold back.

'Danny! Stop screaming!' Steve shouted, cursing the next second for almost missing a turn. Danny gasped and shifted uneasily in his seat.

'Then stop driving like a lunatic! Do you want me to get killed?' he yelled back. A few shots were fired at them from the car in front of them, but all of them missed.

'Dammit McGarrett, I don't want to die here on this stupid island!' Danny shouted. Steve didn't reply. He was too busy focusing on the road, which now made a faint turn to the right. They had left the town behind them, and Steve relaxed a little; now the chance of hurting innocent people had decreased. The road went uphill, and ran next a quite dense forest.

'Keep your eyes on the road!' Danny's scared and angry voice cut through his thoughts and brought him back to real life. The road had changed into a dirt road, which Danny no longer called a road, and this time Steve agreed. It had rocks everywhere that made it harder to drive, and Steve cursed again.

'Oh god, why did I step into the car with you? You always cause me trouble!' Danny groaned, more talking to himself than to Steve. His face paled a little when the tires skidded on the rocks.

'I'm not always causing trouble,' Steve reacted angry.

'Yes you do! When I'm with you I get shot, or kidnapped, or beaten up. Or we crash with a helicopter, or we crash with my car. Speaking of which, I had to get repaired 12 times now because of your careless driving!' Steve glanced at Danny again.

'That's because you never shut up and I can't concentrate!' he replied irritated.

'Because I won't shut up? How is that..Steve, watch out!' Danny suddenly pointed to the car in front of them. The car had moved to the right of the road, probably scared of dropping off the edge. But this also gave them a chance to start shooting at them again.

Steve cursed and drew his gun, at which Danny quickly moved his hands again.

'Oh no, you are not going to drive and shoot!'

'Relax Danno, I'm trained for this,' Steve replied, while rolling his window down.

'Oh so you're trained in getting yourself and your partner killed? Not what I expected from the army!'

While Steve was shouting at Danny that it was the Navy, not the army, Danny had rolled down his window and drew his gun as well.

'Fine fine, Navy or army it doesn't matter. You keep your hands at the wheel and I'll do the shooting,' Danny mumbled. He carefully leaned out of the window and started emptying his clip at the car.

'Shoot the-'

'Tires, I know Steve! I'm not stupid!'

Danny continued to shoot, but just as Steve was going to make a comment on Danny's shooting, a loud bang was heard and the car in front of them swayed on the road. Apparently, Danny had hit the back tire on the left and the car was not under control anymore.

The car swayed to the left, but even though they knew the tire had been hit, they had no intention of stopping. One of the men, sitting in the back of the car, leaned out of the window again to shoot. However this time, he wasn't holding a handgun. This time, he was holding one of the guns that they had stolen from the dead marine that HPD had found a couple of days ago. He was holding the gun that was responsible for the murder. It hadn't been a quick shot in the head. No, they had blown up the marine's house with it.

And now he was pointing the newly developed rocket launcher at Steve and Danny.

*BEEP*