Summary: Danny was up all night with a sick Gracie. Was coming into work a good thing?
Author's Notes:The characters of Hawaii Five-0 do not belong to me, and I do not own the rights to them (sadly). :( I just like playing with them. ;) ...All ideas belong to Angel Estrada at Stokes Fanficz/Danno50HPD on Twitter (and McGarrett's dialogue for the first and second chapters was written by SMcGarrett50 on Twitter), so please don't plagerize! ...Oh yeah, and this is completely un-beta'd. :) Rated T for traumatic scenes. Feedback (As well as Con-Crit) is very much welcomed. :) P.S. This is my very first H50 fic, so please be nice! :)
Detective Danny Williams walked into work, yawning; deep, dark circles under his eyes. Simultaneously, his partner, Lieutenant Commander, Steve McGarrett, was walking out of his office. McGarrett studied the man entering the building, analyzing him closely before speaking his mind.
"You look like hell, Danny. What'd you get yourself into this time?"
Danny looked up at the taller man, unamused.
"Being that this is coming from you, I'll take it as a compliment, so, thank you." He cleared his throat. "Gracie was up sick all night, some stomach thing that's going around at school, I guess. She, of course, had to share the bed with me, and every time she finally fell asleep, she was up again, so, in turn, I didn't get to sleep either, and therefore, I, as you put it, 'look like hell'."
McGarrett narrowed his eyes at Danny.
"So, let me get this straight... Grace had some kind of bug she picked up from school, which kept her up, and because she was up, you were up, and that is why you look like," he motioned his hand down the front of Danny, "this, and you came into work today, which means you are now exposing everyone to what Grace has. Correct?"
The shorter of the two men pretended to be thinking on the other's question before responding.
"Wow. You know, I've said it before, but your detective work is just astonishing. I'm impressed." He locked eyes with McGarrett before continuning. "Would you rather I hadn't come in and your team be a man down? I mean, what did you expect me to do? It's not like I have it."
McGarrett ignored his partner's typical sarcastic tone.
"You might not have it or you might not have it yet, and even if you don't have it, you can still pass it on to other people, Daniel. Plus, you barely look awake enough to hold your own gun. It might've been better if you called off today."
"So, you would've preferred I'd stayed home? What good would that have done either of us?" Danny turned his head, sneezing into the bend of his arm. "Don't worry! I don't have the plague, Steven! No need for the HAZMAT team! We're all going to be okay!"
"That's not the-," McGarrett sighed heavily, growing slightly frustrated. "Are you done? It would've done me some good because then I wouldn't have to babysit you if we get called for a case while you're too tired to do your job efficiently!"
Danny grew angered.
"Too tired to do my job efficiently?" He raised his brow. "When has that ever been an issue? What makes today different from any other day?" Danny ran a hand over his face. "And no, I'm not done! You don't have to babysit me! It's the other way around, like every time I have to remind you that I have a daughter that I'd like to actually come home to every night- or, atleast on the nights I have her- and actually be breathing when I do it and not be in a body bag! Furthermore, even on days where I haven't gotten sleep, I've always had your back, and you never had to worry! Ergo, regardless of how tired I am, today's not going to be any different!" He blew out a breath. "Now, I'm done."
"Have you looked at yourself at all this morning? If you see what I do, you'd be questioning your ability to-," McGarrett stopped mid-sentence, furrowing his brow, "What do you mean, the other way around? You just love being overly dramatic, don't you? I do my job and it's effective. Is it not?"
Danny crossed his arms defensively as he listened, rolling his tired eyes.
"When did this become about you? Have I ever questioned your ability? Your thought process, yes. Your ability and effectiveness, no. After all this time, I can't believe you're actually standing here, questioning mine!"
McGarrett pointed in the direction towards the bathrooms.
"Go take a look at yourself and then you'll see why I'm questioning you!" He pointed both of his hands at the blonde, moving them as he spoke, "You don't- look well." McGarrett lowered his voice. "As your boss, I never have to question your ability, but as your friend and your partner," he paused for effect, "you really don't look good, Danno."
Danny rubbed his hands over his face and eyes, gathering his thoughts.
"What do you want me to do, Steve?" He sighed helplessly.
McGarrett looked at him sincerely.
"I want you to go home and get some rest. Take something to prevent yourself from getting sick, because we do need you here." He answered honestly, hoping that Danny would listen to his partner, not his boss.
Danny answered jokingly, yet seriously.
"First off, are you actually going to let me drive home? Second, are you going to stay and babysit?"
McGarrett narrowed his eyes and shook his head.
"You know what, Danny? Do what you want, but don't get me, Kono, or Chin sick." His phone vibrated in his pocket and he pulled it out to check the caller I.D. It read 'Kamekona'.
"No one's getting sick! I'm fine!" He studied McGarrett as he checked his phone, secretly hoping it wasn't the Governor sending them on a case.
McGarrett answered the call and watched as Danny studied him. A thought came to mind.
"We're on our way. You and Kono start taking statements." McGarrett hung up the phone, slipping it back into his pocket. "Let's go. Chin and Kono are already at the scene." He walked past the blonde and made his way out of the building, heading towards the car.
