Good evening everyone! It's past midnight here, but here's what I have to tell you. I always wondered what would go on IF Steve was once again in danger, for him, his team and mostly Danny. Because we all know that 5-0 is Ohana and that McDanno has a very special love-hate relationship, right? But what if...

I can't tell you more for now, you will have to read it through several chapters to find out what I meant :p All I can say is that both Steve and Danno will face darkness for the worse. This story is all about!

As you know, I do not own any characters or scenes appearing on the TV show called Hawaii 5-0, but there are a lot of original scenes and dialogues.

I will do my best to please you and keep you on cliffhangers (hardly ones for sure)!

CHAPTER 1

"Hey! Stop right where you are and show me your hands!" Steve shouted with a finger on the trigger of his heavy weapon.

But one of the two men in front of him wasn't apparently willing to cooperate; he wasn't scared of him or Danny. He started running, as if his life depended on it, out of reach from the 5-0 Task Force's members.

"Here we go again; another running-out moron", Danny mumbled, visibly desperate and tired of this situation. "I am not gonna run after him, not a chance."

"Shut up, would you", Steve replied coldly as he dropped his rifle.

Detective Williams said nothing, knowing that in a middle of the action, his neanderthal partner didn't mean it this way. He just exhaled deeply instead when he saw Steve running after their suspect with his spare gun in hand. He rolled his eyes, figuring that he would now have to take care of the other suspect on his own.

"Guys, Steve is after a running suspect. Heading to Makiki Street", Williams explained on his radio.

"Roger that. I will meet him with the car", Lou said just seconds after him.

"I join you, Danny. Tani will chase him too", Reigns replied after Captain Grover, just when Danny finally handcuffed the suspect.

For the first time after a rather long period, Steve felt good enough to run a marathon. Chasing a suspect was different but it was a good exercise. One slight problem: with all these innocent people around his running suspect and him, he couldn't stop and fire through the crowd. After half a mile, then an entire one, he still couldn't feel the side effect of his medication for his radiation poisoning. He didn't care about the sweat profusely streaming down his face, he wasn't feeling his breathing becoming erratic or his chest tightening with each step. Inwardly, he felt very good. He smiled, pride lighting up his face.

His suspect turned around a corner and for the first time after five minutes, he was out of sight. But Steve knew this area way better than this dude; it was a dead-end alley after another half mile. So, he continued his path. What he didn't expect though was to see who he was chasing facing him with his gun in the air, just when he turned around the corner as well. McGarrett's eyes widened, surprised. He barely had time to react: bullets rang out all around him. Trying to find shelter, he noticed his chest finally tightening as he was sort of settled down behind a parked car. He fired three times toward the suspect before hiding again. He heard several shots, blasting the window next to him. Adrenaline rushed through him and emerged in his system; he took a deep breath, straightening to shoot through the now broken window. He frowned as he laid down again, noticing that chest ached a little bit, breathing becoming harder and his vision blurring.

"Not a good time for that", he said out loud to himself.

These were the side effects or his medications. He grabbed his radio and turned it on.

"This is McGarrett! Shots fired over Makiki St and Mikiki Pl. I repeat: shots fired!"

That was all he could say as more bullets passed in front of his eyes. Instinctively, he looked down at his gun, wondering how many bullets remained on the barrel. He unlocked the security, looking inside the charger: three bullets left. He had to take this guy down with three more shots, as he no backup plan or more chargers. He exhaled as deeply as he could despite feeling the tightness of his chest and concentrated on visualizing his enemy without looking at him, like a sixth sense. It was something he had learned overseas as a NavySEAL. Pretty useful, accurate most of the time and rather impressive. He grew his grip on the gun and straightened once more, firing his last three shots through the window. Fortunately, one of his bullets hit the guy straight in the head; he dropped on the ground like a dead leaf. Steve swallowed, coming closer as he moved, pushing the gun out of reach from the now dead suspect. He had to check; removing his hand from his chest, he knelt to place his fingers of the carotid and look for a pulse. But before he could do so, he noticed that his hand was tinged with red. He frowned even more, puzzled. And then, it hit him hard: he dropped his head and looked down at his chest: his bulletproof vest had a big hole into it, right in the middle of his chest.

This is not good, Steve thought as he placed his left hand on his chest once again.

He tried to figure out when he took that bullet and he stopped on the only one explanation he could find: after turning around the corner, surprised, just before he felt this tightness in his chest the first place. That was when he took the bullet for sure. Out of breath, weakened, he couldn't even reach his radio to inform his other partner about the situation. He was out of strength, the one he had when he started running after the suspect. He decided to lay down, not to collapse, his left hand still on his chest, waiting for Tani and Lou to come. Or anyone. the sun was licking his face, the heat striking him as he tried to stay in control of his breathing, laboriously. Each amount of air he blew into his lungs felt like he was swallowing fire itself. With time, he couldn't take a deep breath; he coughed, adding more pain. He heard himself scream and curse, wondering how much time his two friends needed to arrive on scene. The rays of the sun becoming too annoying, he closed his eyes slowly, trying to remain focused on staying alive and conscious for a little more time. Afar, he could hear the sirens of the Honolulu Police Department. Closer, he could hear footsteps, rapid ones, coming towards him.

"Steve? Steve!"

Tani!

A heavy weapon came to the ground with a thud noise, these coming steps arriving more rapidly. A shadow came to black the light of the sun before he could feel a hand on his. A warm hand on his cold and wet one.

"Steve, can you hear me? Open your eyes!"

Her voice seemed shaken, out of reach. Tani was panicking, he could feel it. But he knew he had to open his eyes. Right now. He had too many injuries before to know this. Slowly, not taking care of this burning feeling on his eyelids, he opened his eyes, meeting Tani's concerned look. Her face was wet of sweat after having run for miles. He stared at her, looking haw shaky her hands were when she grabbed her radio.

"This is Tani Rey, officer down! I repeat officer down!" she screamed with a trembling voice. " I need an ambulance on Makili Pl ASAP!"

She didn't wait for an answer, she just focussed on her boss, who was fighting the urge to close his eyes.

"Steve, you have to stay awake, do you hear me?"

He didn't reply, or nod. He just knew she was right. Closing his eyes meant death in such a situation. He'd been shot too many times on the field over the years, whether in Afghanistan or in some other places. He felt heavy, the world around him slowly sinking into a fog becoming thicker as seconds, minutes passed. Each time he tried to take a breath, he could hear his lungs wheezing as if something had pierced through it. He coughed once again, pain radiating throughout his entire body now. At least what he still could feel. As he sputtered, more blood came out of his mouth and open wound, turning the grey asphalt into a dark red color. A pool of blood was growing below McGarrett's almost inert body under the helpless eyes of Tani.

"Tell... Tell Danno", Steve tried to say as an iron taste came to his mouth.

"No, no. Don't you dare", Tani interrupted. "Don't you dare give up on me. On us. I completely forbid it."

These last words felt like a slap on his face. It wasn't giving up, he just didn't want his last word for his best friend and brother in the heart to be the one he had thrown to him before starting to race.

"Tell him...", he insisted. "Tell... him... Sorry."

Tani swallowed hard, repressing her urge to scream and cry. She weakly nodded, taking his right hand on hers, smiling.

"I will."

Steve knew it was a fake smile. Deep down, he was so scared. So scared to die. As a NavySEAL, you are trained to come over your fears in order to do your job. He didn't care about dying for many years, even when he was in a relationship with Catherine. Now was different: since he had known Danny, each time he faced death had been scary. When he went to North Korea to rescue a dead Jenna's husband and was tortured by Wo Fat for information he didn't have at the time. When a division of Al Qaïda captured and tortured him, ready to kill him in front of the camera. When he went to North Korea again to recover his partner's body out of the jungle. When Wo Fat and he went to a deadly fight. When he took three bullets and Danny had to save him by landing the plane on the beach and giving him half of his liver. When he went to Nigeria to rescue his CO, mentor and paternal figure. When he was in that awful red suit, deprived of all his senses. All the time for now nine years, he'd been scared of death, for him or his friend. He'd never felt such a thing with Freddie, even less with Catherine and Joe. He was scared because he didn't want to be separated from the only person able to know him better than he did, because he didn't want to forget that sarcasm he had, or his arguments with him. He didn't want to forget him, not a single time.

"Tell... Him... I love him."

Tani's heart sank as she could observe Steve's eyes closing slowly and dangerously; as she couldn't do anything else. She closed hers, feeling the tears reaching her eyelids and screaming down her cheeks. His hand went limp on hers, the wheezing stopped. Her hand on his chest became still. Not even a pump. Nothing.

A/N: SO what do you think so far?

Please, take into account that I am NOT an English-language native and that I have started speaking English... Three years ago (I swear it's true). Pardon me for any mistake I've done here.

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