Authors Notes: So, this is my first H50 fanfic. I do not own the show or the characters, unless they are the original ones I added. I also borrowed the title for this fic from the Who song 'Behind Blue Eyes'. This story is going to be Danno-centric, rated M for naughtiness down the road. Just FYI. However, the others will be featured in it as well. Just not as prominently as Danno. Warnings for a little bit of Rachel bashing. If you are a fan of Rachel, don't read it. Simple as that. Also, I hope I do everyone justice. I've only been watching this show since December/January, so I don't know if I have all the characters perfected or not. You lovely people will have to be the judge of that. Comments are always love, as long as you aren't flaming me. That's not nice and I'll have to get Danno to tell Steve to find his grenades and bring them to you and I doubt you'll like that. 3

Chapter 1:

Danny was having a bad day. It felt like no matter what he did, this day was destined to go down in the record book as the worst day in history. That might have been exaggerating things quite a bit, but it felt that way to him. Work had been hell - chasing after a drug dealer who was suspected of human trafficking was not his idea of a good time. But, at the end of the day they had arrested a dangerous man and his job was done. At least for the day. But as Danny was driving home in his silver Camero, his day went from stressful to hell. His cell phone rang; that all too familiar Psycho ring tone filling his ears and he could feel himself cringe. He did not want to deal with Rachel tonight. Hell, if he wanted to be honest, he didn't want to deal with Rachel at all.

He sighed and flipped the cell phone open, adjusting himself and gripping the steer wheel tightly with his left hand as he held the little sliver phone against his lobe with his right hand. "Yes, Rachel?" He spoke, his exhaustion seeping through with his words as he turned down the little driveway that would lead towards his tiny one room apartment. The sound of her voice barely registered in his ears as he listened to her, complaining about him not being able to pick Grace up and having their daughter sitting alone waiting for him. Every time he attempted to speak, she would interrupt him. So, instead he was forced to grip the steering wheel tighter and chew on his bottom lip in frustration. It didn't take long before he had lost the next to nothing control over his emotions and started yelling at her.

And It wasn't long after that that the argument had gone around in circles so many times that Danny was getting dizzy and nauseous. "Rachel, this has been a day from hell and you've succeeded in making it ten times worse. Congratulations. Now, can I please go and put an end to this endless bullshit? Thanks." He hung up his phone and tossed it into the floor in the seat beside him, banging his hands against the steering wheel, muttering curse after curse under his breath. He raised his right hand to his temple, attempting to rub out the migraine that had somewhere developed between fussing at Steve earlier about tackling a man in the middle of a crowded supermarket and his conversation with Rachel.

He let out a rather heavy sigh before pulling out the keys from his car, and reaching for the door handle, hearing his phone ringing from the floor. He cursed again, turning back to reach for the phone. He flipped it open and raised it to his ear, knowing the irritation was seeping through his voice. "Rachel, I don't know what else you want to -" he was cut off by the sound of his daughter's voice ringing in his ears. "Hey, Monkey. What's going on, baby?"
She questioned him, wanting to know why he had forgotten to pick her up. Danny sighed, licking his lips for a moment thinking how best to approach the question. "I'm sorry, Grace. I had a case and I know that's a very tired excuse but I just….got busy." He felt like he could quite possibly be the most miserable excuse for a father in that moment. Work had been rather hectic for the last few weeks and he hadn't seen much of Grace. He was eager for the weekend simply because he knew he was going to have three days with her and he needed to relax.

"It's okay, Daddy. Emily came and got me."
"Who's Emily, Monkey?"

He didn't have any idea who this person was, and it rather infuriated him to know that a stranger was picking his daughter up from school when his ex-wife spent ten minutes on the phone trying to convince him that she had had to go and get her.

"Mommy's assistant. Mommy was in a meeting so Emily came and picked me up. We went and got ice cream. It was fun."
"I thought your mother's assistant's name was Rebecca?"
"Rebecca left, Daddy. Mommy didn't say why. She just said she left."

Danny couldn't suppress the roll of his eyes as he closed his car door, and continued his way up the drive towards his door, shoving the key to the door in the lock, twisting it to the left, hearing the lock click open as he turned the knob, pushing the door open. He could think of many reasons why Rebecca might have left Rachel. Rachel had a habit of not being able to hold onto her personal assistants simply because of how…demanding she could be. It was also because she worked the women to the bone. Rachel didn't know how to let up, as she had demonstrated quite well minutes before.

"I see. Well, monkey, I promise the next time it's my turn to pick you up, I'll be there. Danno loves you, okay? It's getting late though. You should probably go to bed, sweetheart."
"Love you too, Danno. Night."

He heard the line go dead and he sighed, closing the phone as he threw his keys on the coffee table beside his pull out couch and placing the phone back into his pocket. He felt his eyes wondering around the small room that he called his apartment. It was depressing. Every day he went to work telling himself that he stuck around the miserable island simply because he wanted to be near Grace. But, then he would come home at night, drink a few beers, and wonder what the hell he was doing with his life. It wasn't the he regretted moving from Jersey to the island to be with his daughter. Well, in a way, he did. But it was just that he didn't know how or why his life had taken this turn. If someone had told him five years prior that he would be single, living without his wife and daughter, and not longer living in Jersey, he would have laughed and called the person a moron.

He reached his right arm up to scratch an itch on his neck, before proceeding to the refrigerator to find a beer. It was rather pathetic that his evenings had been reduced to sitting alone in an empty apartment with a beer. It was times like these that he wished he could just turn back the hands of time and figure out what had went wrong. Well, he knew what went wrong. Rachel just hadn't been right for him. He couldn't give her what she wanted and it had been doomed from the very beginning. Rachel had came from money. Was it really any surprise that she would have an affair with a man who could line her pockets with cash? Danny couldn't offer her anything but his heart, and that wasn't enough for her.
He hated knowing that a part of him still loved Rachel, as nerve-wracking and aggravating the woman could be. And seeing her with Stan was enough to rip his heart out every single time. A smarter man might have left and went back to the states than rather go through that constant agony. But, he put up with the constant struggle every day because of Grace. She was the reason he went on, because without her….he didn't know where he would be. He imagined he would still be in that hotel room back in Jersey drinking himself into a potential coma.

He found himself drifting back to the couch and plopping down upon it, popping the cap off the beer bottle and raising it to his lips. The silence of the apartment was almost deafening. He sat there on the couch, drinking his beer. He was almost finished with the bottle when his phone rang again. However, it wasn't Rachel's number this time, as the ringtone didn't blare in his ears. So, he reached back into his pocket, checking the number. He immediately flipped it open, straightening as he spoke, "Steven, this had better be -" He was cut off by his "boss", who immediately told him that HPD headquarters had received a call from Rachel's house reporting a break in. "I'll be right there." He didn't even wait to hear what else Steve had to say as he closed the phone and grabbed his keys, intent on getting to their house as fast as he could

It took Danny fifteen minutes to get to his destination. The gated community where Rachel and her husband Stan lived was exploding with police cars. Danny's nerves caused him to grip the steering wheel tightly, trying calm himself from the overwhelming panic forming inside his heart. He parked his car as soon as he could find an open space and closed the door, practically slamming it as he rushed towards the house. Grace saw him before he even noticed her, running towards her father and catching him around the waist. He sighed, holding his daughter, the most precious thing he had in the world, close to his chest. As she pulled away, he crouched down, wiping away a few tears from her face. "Grace, where's your mother?"

"She's over there talking with Emily talking to Chin and Kono."

His eyes moved in the direction of his daughter's finger and made contact with his wife and the woman he now knew as Emily. He found himself staring a little too long at the brunette trying to comfort his ex-wife. The only thing he could make out was her chestnut curls in the darkness, falling down to her shoulders, spreading over them in a thick wave. She turned her head for a moment, and he studied her, baffled by what he saw. She looked familiar to him, but he couldn't place her. Had he seen her before? Perhaps. The woman could have been a friend of Rachel's that took the job as her assistant because she couldn't find anyone else who could withstand her wrath.

"Danno?"
His eyes moved back to Grace, shaking his head as he smiled, "I'm glad you're okay, monkey. What happened?"
"The alarm went off and Mommy called the cops."
"Okay. Let's go talk to Mommy, okay?"

Danny stood up, taking his daughter's small hand in his as he wondered over to the group gathering near the front of the house. He coughed, raising his hand to his mouth as he stood next to Chin, whispering in his ear to give him a minute alone with his ex and her assistant. He nodded and pulled Kono off back towards the house, leaving Danny alone with the women. "Daniel, I -"
"Rach, we don't have time to start another argument. Just, tell me what happened."
"Emily and I were working late. Grace was upstairs sleeping. I heard the alarm go off. I grabbed the phone and called 911. Steven and the others were here a few moments later."
"And where is Stan?"
"Overseas. Bangkok."
"Of course, he is."

Rachel's eyes narrowed as he spoke, but Danny decided not to proceed chasing after what could quite possibly be another ridiculous argument. His eyes moved for a second to Emily, and he couldn't help but force a smile. This wasn't exactly who he had imagined meeting this woman. Especially considering he was being rude, and he knew it. She smiled back, and his smile widened. He was about to introduce himself to her, when his wife spoke, breaking him away from his thoughts.

"Emily, I believe you can head home now. Goodnight."
Danny's eyes darted back to Rachel, his eyes narrowing at her expression as Emily nodded, moving away from Rachel as though her life depending on doing exactly what she had been told to do. Danny called after her, restraining the anger at the situation, "It was nice meeting you, Emily!". His forced smile remained on his face before he turned back to Rachel, not sure where to begin. But, instead of saying what was really going through his head he decided to take a wiser tactic. "What happened to Rebecca, Rachel?"

"She went back home to England."
"Ah. I see. And this one. How long is she going to last?"
"Danno…"
He sighed, feeling his daughter's tug on his hand as a plea to cease arguing with her mother. He turned to her, smiling one of the first genuine smiles he had all night.
"Yes, monkey?"
"Can we go see Steve now?"
"You know what? Yes, monkey. Let's go find Steven."

He completely ignored Rachel's protest to stay and continue their argument. He called over his shoulder to her as he headed towards the front door of his house, "Rachel, argument is on pause. We can pick this up tomorrow." The feud between Rachel and Danny was always ongoing, and as much as Danny wanted to end it, he had a sinking feeling that he would always end up getting into some kind of massive argument with her. That was the thing about loving someone and then watching them walk out of a person's life only to have them waltz back in and remain out of their reach. The roller coaster of daily emotions that flooded their minds and heart.

He jumped back as he about ran into a fleeing brunette, that he recognized as Emily. In her rush to get away, however, she didn't even notice him there and managed to bump into his chest, spilling the contents of her purse all over the steps. He dropped Grace's hand and crouched down to help her pick them up, his eyes studying the gun that she pushed deep into the huge bag. His eyes moved to his daughter, who's draw had almost dropped to the floor before he spoke, "I hope you have a permit for that, sweetheart."

Her eyes darted up to look at him, and he smiled, watching her blue eyes widen. "I do." She spoke softly, shuffling through her purse. However, Danny stopped her, placing a hand on one of hers, shaking his head "I don't need to see it. I believe you. Just….can you do me a favor?" She nodded, her face still full of an apparent nervousness. "If you're going to be around my daughter….don't have that anywhere near her or we will have problems. Do you understand me?" His eyes narrowed, his face studying her reaction to his words. She worried her bottom lip, but eventually nodded, taking a lipstick container from Danny's hands and brushing past him.

"Danno, don't be mean to Emily. She's nice."
"Oh, I'm sure she is, monkey. I'm not being mean. It was friendly warning."
"It didn't sound very friendly."
"Well, monkey, when it comes to you and guns, that's about as friendly as I am going to be. Okay?"
She nodded and pulled on his hand, leading him through the door and into the house. He didn't know who this Emily person was, or why she had a gun in her possession within the same vicinity as his daughter, but he was going to find out. But, at the moment he had more pressing issues to deal with.

Danno found Steve standing in the middle of the front room, talking to Chin and Kono in his usual directing manner. Steve noticed Danny and Grace and stopped talking. Grace broke free of Danny's hand and rushed over to Steve, wrapping her arms around him. Danny smirked as Steve spoke, "Hey Grace. Could you give me and your dad a minute." Grace frowned but agreed to his request, bounding off back over towards the doorway to call for her mother. "Thanks for getting here so fast, Steve."

"No problem. How's Rachel?"
"Rachel? Oh she's….fine. Her charming self."
"You two get into another fight?"
"Try didn't end the one that started an hour ago. The one that is still on pause."

Steve nodded, suppressing a smirk that Danny noticed and tried not to allow grind on his nerves. Apparently a lot of things in Danny's life were capable of irritating him to imaginable levels. Steve and Rachel just happened to be at the top of his list most of the time. They both had their good days. But there were other days where he plotted both of their deaths a million times in his head.

"Get anything out of her?"
"Other than the aforementioned fact that she is driving me insane? No, just told me that the alarm went off, she called the cops, and you got here first."
"Chin and I heard the same story. I think the assistant's hiding something though."
Danny's eyes darted over to the tall brunette, nodding to himself as he chewed on his bottom lip. "She's defiantly hiding something. She dropped her purse on the way out. And a small caliber handgun fell out."
"Do you know what kind?"
"No, Steven. I didn't get a good look at it. I was too shocked by the fact that she had a gun in the house with my eight year old to worry about what the gun looked like. I believe it was a Beretta. Other than that, I have no idea."
"Beretta? Military grade?"
"Perhaps. She stuffed it into her bag before I could get a good look at it. Besides, I didn't find it relevant. At least not to this."
"I think we need to question her. Kono -"
"No, let me do it. I need to have a word with her."
Steve's eyes met with Kono and Chin before speaking, "Danny, you're too close to this. I'm sending Kono to interview her tomorrow."
"Steve -"
"Don't argue with me. Just go and check on your family and I'll see you in the office tomorrow."
"Are you dismissing me now? Oh, that's how it is? Wow."
"Danny. Go. Before I have you removed."

Danny's eyes met with his superior's as he licked his lips in frustration, raising his hands in the air as he turned back to say goodbye to Grace and Rachel. He stopped inches in front of Rachel, who was talking to the last uniformed cop in the area. When the man turn and left, Rachel addressed Danny, "Is everything all right, Daniel?"
"Oh everything is just….peachy, Rachel. I'm going home. I think you and Grace need to go to a hotel. And I'll come to get you in the morning."
"I do not think that's necessary -" Danny laughed, exhaling as he ran a hand through his hair before he let loose "Rachel, I'm not asking your opinion. I'm telling you to take our daughter to a hotel and stay there until I come and get you in the morning. There is no need for a discussion. Just do it, or I'm taking her back with me to my place for the night. Which would you prefer?"

Rachel glared at him, but relented, sending Grace upstairs to pack a bag for the night. As soon as their daughter was gone, Rachel stepped forward, her eyes burning with anger, "Daniel, I do not know why you are acting like a boorish buffoon tonight, but I don't appreciate you yelling at me in front of our daughter." Danny didn't even respond to her. He threw his hands up in agitation, kicking over the nearest object, which happened to be an antique vase sitting near the base of a piano. Everyone in the room turned at the racket and Steve rushed forward, taking Danny by the collar and proceeding to shove him out the door and down the steps, slamming the door to his ex-wife's house behind him.

Danny's blood boiled as he stood, the pain in his knee radiating as he stood, screaming at the top of his lungs in frustration, before heading back towards his car. It was one of those nights. One of those nights that ended in one of the worst ways. One of those nights that would end with Danny going home alone with nothing but a bottle of beer waiting for him. He didn't care what Steve said. He was going to interview Emily tomorrow. He just knew that somehow she was involved in all this, and he was going to be damned to the darkest depths of hell before he allowed anything threatening around his daughter.