Here's another two-part episode with bromance , Steve whump and Danny angst.

Circa Season 2

"Two-bit, no-good smart ass," Danny was heard ranting and raving as he made his way to the briefing room, where Kono and Chin were hunched over the smart table working on sorting through old case files to occupy their time.

"What's the matter?" Kono asked, curious as to the reason for Danny's foul mood.

"Why does everything have to be about pineapples on this Godforsaken island? Can we just have apples, oranges or pears? No, it's pineapples!" Danny gesticulated wildly to emphasize his grief.

"All right, I'll buy. What did Steve do to get you so riled up?" Chin queried with a mocking grin.

"For once it wasn't him. I stopped by that coffee shop this morning to get some malasadas and the guy there offers me a side of sliced pineapples. So I politely said that I preferred an apple and he looked at me as if I had offended him because I wouldn't accept his stinking pineapples."

Kono suppressed a laugh, trying hard to conceal her amusement. She and Chin exchanged knowing looks.

"So, what did you do?" Chin asked.

"Here!" Danny tossed the bag at Chin who reflexively caught it. "You get the pineapples. I'm keeping the malasadas," he smirked. "Speaking of McGarrett, hasn't he come in yet?"

"He did a little earlier and then he left. Said he was headed up to Diamond Head to scour the premises for more clues that the search team might have overlooked," Chin informed.

"Huh, have I missed something here?" Danny asked while chewing on a bite of malasada. "I was under the impression that HPD was handling the case?"

"They are but since things are slow at the office lately, Steve decided to lend them a hand with the investigation."

"And you let him go? Alone?"

"What were we supposed to do?"

"Go with him! That's the scene of the crime, one I'll remind you was about a mutilated girl. We don't know who could be roaming the area up there. He shouldn't go without backup, the fool!" Danny set his breakfast down on the table and picked up his cell to dial Steve's number.

"Danny, I think Steve can take care of himself." Kono's derisive comment fell on deaf ears as Danny poised himself ready to rake his partner over the coals.

On the outskirts of a remote road up on Diamond Head, Steve was hunched over the ground where, less than forty-eight hours ago, HPD had uncovered the partially-buried decapitated body of a young seventeen year-old college student. Steve ran a hand over his jaw in deep thoughts. Seconds later his phone disturbed his concentration. He pulled it up and glanced at the caller ID. "Hey Danny!"

"Don't you hey Danny me, you moron!"

"And a good morning to you too, partner," Steve humored with a small curl of the lip.

"Don't patronize me McGarrett I'm in no mood."

"Okay, suppose you tell me what I did to deserve this wrath of yours?" Steve asked amusedly as he made his way back to his truck parked alongside the road.

"What are you doing meddling in a police investigation? The governor didn't assign it to Five-0. It's HPD's jurisdiction."

"I was bored and you know I need to keep busy. I cleared it with Duke first."

"You're up there alone, aren't you?" Danny asked tetchily.

"Yeah."

"Why didn't you wait for me?"

"Danny, come on man! I'm most capable of looking after myself," Steve scoffed.

"Oh how quickly we forget the recent run in with a mountain lion or the feral pigs that nearly had you as their main course." Sarcasm dripped from Danny's mouth.

"Those were isolated incidents," Steve argued. "Besides I didn't have my gun with me on those occasions."

"And what about the psycho who slaughtered that girl? Duke's team still haven't established a motive. He could be loitering about looking for his next victim for aught we know. Granted you've been trained as a ninja Army SEAL..."

"Navy," Steve quickly corrected.

Danny continued without pausing for breath, "Navy SEAL and you're packing heat, but what if he sneaks up on you from behind and slashes your throat or…"

"Danny, Danny, calm down! Did you watch 'The Blair Witch Project' again last night?"

"Steve for God's sake, don't joke about that!" Danny didn't appreciate Steve's disparaging tone. Something in his guts screamed a red alert for Danger Magnet. "You wait right there. I'm coming. And don't stray!"

"I won't, mommy. Two heads might be better than one anyway."

"Don't make me say it, McGarrett."

"Love you too, partner."

"Shut up!"

Steve bit his lip to suppress a laugh and shut off his phone, shaking his head at his worrywart partner.

"If the governor should call with a new case, take the message. I'll be busy wringing the neck of a certain Neanderthal Commander."

Chin turned to Kono. "Bet you ten dollars that he does."

She laughed and held out her hand. "You're on!" He slapped his hand down on hers to seal the deal.

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A black-and-red Garda armored truck was moving along a few miles up the road. It looked rather conspicuous driving down in this remote area.

"You might want to loosen the pedal a bit," the passenger cautioned the driver.

His partner checked his speedometer. "I'm within limit."

"Maybe but we're coming up an awkward turn ahead and I wouldn't want to end up at the bottom of the cliff."

"Chill out, man! I know what I'm doing. I'm used to these treachery roads," the annoyed driver said dryly.

"I'm sorry. I am a bit edgy seeing how our last trip turned out."

"We did what we had to do, Carl. Nosy bodies are dealt with in our business."

"We were dressed accordingly like we are now. He wasn't the least bit suspicious, that is until you gave him a reason to be when you thrust your gun at his head."

"I wasn't about to let him go seeing how he had us pegged as phoneys."

"I still say you didn't have to go that far."

"Hey kiddo! In case you haven't noticed we ain't in the business of selling ice cream!"

"It stinks just the same."

"Yeah, well, get used to it, buddy."

The basket case cast another fretful glance over his shoulder through the tiny opening in the panel. "We've got the mother lode back there. I don't want to mess it up this time."

"We're almost there. Once we unload the precious cargo it's off to Mexico." He expected his partner's excitement to spill over at the prospect but instead he remained taciturn, which prompted him to glance his way. "Right?" An ominous silence fell between the two partners in crime. "Carl? You're coming me, ain't ya?"

"Not this time, Bill," the man mumbled out.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean the boss is asking me to stay and do more jobs for him."

"How come he didn't ask me? You ain't got half the guts that I have to pull off a job," he asked crossly, his eyes darting back and forth between the road and his subdued cohort. "Carl?" The irksome silence distracted him to the road turn ahead.

"Dammit look out!" Carl shouted, with eyes bulging out of their sockets in fear. He gripped the dashboard and slammed his feet down on the floor to brace himself.

In a flash Bill gripped the wheel and deftly steered the truck away from the edge of the cliff. As he swerved the other way in an attempt to regain control, the wild vehicle headed straight for Steve who barely had time to process before he was struck head on. The force of the impact hurled his body some yards away where it landed on the concrete with a sickening thud and skidded a few feet, leaving a trail of bloody crimson to mark its grisly path before coming to a complete stop.