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A/N SHPMCDS4EVER on AO3 suggested a vacation if Steve earned 50 stars. Here you go!

Danny collapsed into his desk chair. It was almost 10 pm, and Five-0 had been going since 7 am trying to solve (yet another) high-profile murder, this time a CFO of a multi-billion dollar company on vacation who'd gotten offed in his hotel room. They had three working theories: blackmail or embezzlement, an angry lover (or prostitute—either worked), or a robbery gone bad—the man's wallet, keys, and laptop were missing, which could mean robbery, or could mean somebody after information trying to make it look like a robbery. And it still didn't rule out an opportunistic lover/hooker. And after a day of tracking down every possible lead, they were absolutely nowhere. Nothing to do but go home and take it up in the morning.

On cue, Steve appeared in the doorway. "Ready?"

"Yeah," Danny said, but he made no move to get up.

"What's wrong?" Steve asked, concerned.

"I'm not sure I have the energy to get up," Danny said.

Steve frowned. "When was the last time you slept?"

"I slept last night," Danny insisted.

"Yeah, for about three hours," Steve said. "And two the night before that. In fact, I don't think you've gotten more than five hours a night in the last two weeks, weekends included."

"You run on less," Danny pointed out.

"Yeah, but I'm a SEAL," Steve said. "I'm trained for it. And even I can't do it for an extended period—everyone crashes eventually."

Danny sighed. "My insomnia's been kicking in, okay? And I've been getting nightmares."

"I know," Steve said. "I wish there was something I could do."

"You do plenty," Danny said. "Just knowing you're there helps." It was true. So many of his nightmares were about losing Steve, and waking up to the SEAL sleeping next to him, chest rising and falling as he breathed, did a lot to quell Danny's fears. And, if Danny asked, Steve was always willing to wrap Danny in his strong embrace until the detective fell asleep again, always sleeping more soundly wrapped in his lover's arms. Danny hated to ask him, though. He didn't like feeling so needy, and he didn't want to impose, even though Steve was always happy to do it. Hence, two weeks of too little sleep punctuated by days of tracking down leads on one high-profile case or another with no end in sight, It really was too much, but Danny didn't know what else to do.

Steve, apparently, did. "We need a vacation," he announced.

A vacation sounded great, but Danny just didn't see how they could fit it in. "We can't," he said, regretfully. "We have this case, and the restaurant, and the Governor's gala next weekend, and Grace's cheer competition, and. . ."

"Danny, you have to stop," Steve said. "What will it take to get you to take a break?"

"A miracle," Danny said.

Steve got an idea. "What if I earn it?"

That caught Danny off guard. "What?"

"What if I earn it?" Steve repeated. "How many stars for a vacation?"

Danny didn't know what to say. They still used the reward system he had come up with, even though it had started as a way for Steve to get into his pants (not that it took that much). Danny still awarded them, and Steve still cashed them in for a date night or even sex—with their busy lives, it was easy to let their relationship fall by the wayside, and this was a way to focus on them. Steve cashed them in for things sometimes, too—a new knife, parts for the Marquis, a new fishing pole (though Danny had refused the request for a rocket launcher)-but mostly for time with Danny. This was new, though.

Danny thought fast. "Fifty," he said. "Earn fifty stars, and I'll give you a weekend getaway."

"Done," Steve said.

When Steve set his mind to it, he could rack up the stars pretty fast. Much sooner than Danny expected, the 50th star was being put on the chart.

"You, me, Volcano House, this weekend," Steve said.

"Steve, we're in the middle of a case," Danny protested. "And the restaurant is about to open, and we have the kids. . ."

"You promised," Steve said, stubbornly.

"Not while we're busy!" Danny said.

"That was the whole point," Steve said. "You need to get away from this. We need to get away from this."

Danny heaved a huge sigh. "Fine. This weekend, if we finish the case," he relented.

Steve beamed. "Perfect."